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New Roommate

“What do you mean I wasn’t always black bro?” your ‘roommate’ says, clearly a little offended. 

You had arrived back to your apartment from your classes, and there was this muscular black guy chilling on the couch playing video games. You asked him who he was, and he was insisting he was your roommate.

“I don’t know what's going on right now, but you're not my roommate!” you say “My roommate is some skinny white dude named Mike! Not...?”

“Marlon. And dude, I really don’t know what’s gotten into you. If you don’t believe me just check my phone, plenty of pictures of us together man. You know, since we’ve been roomies since freshman year and all.” 

He hands you his phone, and as you scroll you see picture after picture of you and Marlon hanging out, all these going back to freshman year with a picture of both of you moving in to the same dorm.

“What the hell is this? How did you edit all these?” you say.

“Bro, they aren't edited. Jez, next you’re going to tell me that you’re not black!”

“Haha, very funn..” you suddenly look down. Where there should have been a flat white chest, there were two slabs of thick black muscle. You panickedly turn your head to a mirror, and there is a muscular black jock looking back at you. 

“W-what the hell?” You gasp, feeling yourself up. Yep it’s real; your hands glide up your thighs, chest, and then to your head where you feel curly hair.

Wait a second, your ID! That surely would show your actual self. You fumble it out of your gym shorts, excitement quickly turning to dread. There on the picture was the same handsome black face. Even worse, there was a different name on the ID, DeRon.

Ugh, that’s not your name, its DeRon! You mean it was DeRon! Fuck, you couldn’t remember what your real name was.

“Everything okay DeRon?” Marlon says, gently shaking you out of your reverie.

“No man, it’s not!” you say. There must be something, anything that could prove you weren't this hot black jock named DeRon. In a last ditch attempt, you pull up your phone, desperately trying to find anything that could prove you had changed.

Your phone yielded nothing; shirtless pics of you flexing, you chilling with Marlon on your coach, a dick pic of .. wait what? You stopped your frantic scroll, staring at a black slab of meat saved on your phone.

“Hehe, that's a hot one huh babe?” Marlon said over your shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Babe? Wait, was this his dick? Were you boyfriends or something? As Marlon groped you, you felt your own dick harden. Your own fat black cock; and why wouldn't you have one? You’re black after all, just like your room.. boyfriend .

Marlon notices your arousal and saunters over to you. "Mind if I take care of that bro?" he teases, as he forcefully strips off your gym shorts, revealing your fat erection.

He does the same, and soon both your cocks are out and hard as fuck. You couldn't help but start to makeout with him, each grinding against the other. Things escalate, two fat black cocks in both of your mouths. Its too much for both of you, as you both cum deep into each other.

"Why don't we clean off in the shower together?" you say, cum dripping from your lips.

"Of course!" your boyfriend grins, happy you are back to your normal self

Hey! I'm sick and tired of my fat nerd roommate thinking I'm some dumb himbo just because I spend all of my time at the gym. I wish he could understand and be a giant muscle bro like me. Do you think you could arrange a transformation?

Sounds rough, it’s not nice when people make snap judgments like that. Don’t worry, I have just the thing that might do the trick. See this here shampoo bottle? Swap it with his regular one, and just watch the magic happen.

Oh, there he goes into the showers! Mind if we take a peek? You don’t want to miss this change. There he is, you’re right he is a little fat. Don’t worry, that’s all going to change. See how his muscles are already getting bigger? His fat melting away, getting those fat pecs and arms that everyone dreams of. Looks like he’s getting some nice tattoos as well. And that beard! He’s shaping up nicely.. oh shit, he’s getting out! Let’s see what he says to you.

Aw, he looks a little confused, holding that bottle like that. Can’t even form a sentence. Here’s where you need to come in; tell him he’s looking good. Tell him that last gym sesh you guys had clearly paid of. All those compliments will go to his head, making him forget he was ever your fat nerd of a roommate.

No, he’s a big muscled bro now. Damn, all that talk has gotten him horny. He’s barely able to hide that fat cock of his with that towel.

“Mind if you help me out bro?” he chuckles, dropping the towel, letting his erection point right towards you.

Hope you enjoy your new roommate; his sexual drive is overcharged, and if you don’t help him out I’m sure he won’t struggle finding another guy to. He’s also going to drive you to go even more to the gym, he wants you to be just as big as him. He’s going to make a great gym partner bro.

One things for sure, he’s never going to call you a dumb himbo again.

A straight friend of mine suffers from baldness in his early twenties and wish he had some hair on his head. I really love bald man and I wish he could see how manly and sexy this look could make him. Don’t you mind showing him? (And if you could make us lover I would appreciate it grandly ;) )

Sounds like a nice wish, your friend really needs to appreciate how sexy a bald guy can be. I can see him now, driving home from his latest workout session. He was trying to impress the ladies, but none of them bit. Don't worry, the spell I cast on him is gonna make him feel a lot better. His hair is growing everywhere, but his head. Nice beard and hairy, fat pecs. Oh, and just a little bit older too, giving him a sexy masculine aged look.

Next, gotta work on that sexuality. Any thoughts of pussy and boobs is going out the door, only big fact cocks and hairy asses for this guy now. And his favorite pair? Yours of course! He's driving quickly now, eager for his boyfriend to fuck him just the way he likes. He just stopped at a red light, sending you a quick text and pic to get you in the mood.

“Hope you’re ready for this dick babe.” he texts “I'm horny as fuck!”

It won’t be long till he’s at the door. You’ll open it for him, and he’ll quickly capture you in a heated kiss. A warmth will course through you, as a similar transformation starts with you. Thought you would go unchanged? Nah man, you have to see how sexy it is being this way too!

Like your new look? The way your bulge is pushing up against your boyfriends, I think the answer is yes! Just know if either of you kiss anyone else, they are also going to hulk out into a sexy bald beast just like you. 

You say you liked bald guys? Well enjoying being one, as well as making many, many more of them!

If you're granting wishes, Im a big superchubby guy, but not the most bearish... I'd love to be hairier and muskier. Maybe dominant for once.

Funny you sent in this ask, just found the perfect thing for this. See this hat here, wait no don’t wear it! Just give it a good sniff. Smells manly right? Why don’t you stick your whole head in there, that’s it. You’re starting to look better already. Love that impressive, thick, black beard you got going on man. You can go ahead and put it on now, gotta cover that balding head, right?

Have another thing here you’re going to love; this used jockstrap. Don’t know if it’s ever been washed. Go ahead, rub that all over your body. You wanted to be musky right? Well you are man! Mind if I stick my face in that fuzzy, big chest of yours?

Fuck Daddy, did I ever tell you how hot you are? I loved riding your fat cock last night, you left in such a hurry that you forgot some of your clothes! Oh, I see; just another one of your ploys to get me over huh? Well, looks like it worked, and let me tell you, you can do whatever you want to me Daddy.

Hello there, I just found your work and I'm a fan! In all honesty, I'm strangely curious to see how another transformation creator would change me. I'm open to become whatever you think would work best. For reference, I'm a 24-year-old white guy who could best be described as a chubby nerd. Good luck with your future writing endeavors, I'll certainly be reading still regardless of what type of body / life you give me!

Thanks so much! Means a lot to hear that from a fellow transformation writer! Now how to change you..? Hm, well I’m a little stuck. I mean, your description of yourself isn’t exactly how I remember you. I mean that little selfie you sent me just the other day was way different! Let me show you..

Yeah, you love showing off that nice ass of yours, and you couldn't help but send a little preview to me. Not you? Uh yeah it is man! Just strip down to that jock you have on and you’ll see that I’m right. That’s it, give those globes a good squeeze. And while you are at it, the rest of you as well. Those fat hairy pecs, those thick thighs, and that fat cock. You really are the complete package.

Yeah, you’ve worked hard to get your body looking like this; constantly in the gym. People staring at you in either jealously or lust. Can’t count the number of times I’ve seen you bending some lucky guy over in the gym showers...

And that way you’re looking at me now.. I’m next huh? Can't deny I’ve been waiting for you to finally fuck me senseless. What are you waiting for? Let’s give all these guys a show; they’ll be begging for your cock... after you’ve unloaded it in me!

I wonder what you’d do to a nerdy teacher, would love to be hotter, maybe even have a famous face…

Famous face you say? I can arrange that! The next time you find yourself needing a shower, just use some of this enchanted body wash. Make sure to rub it all over. We want to make sure it fully works right?

And based on what I can see, something is changing! Everywhere you touch, muscles swell. What at first looks like a bruise flourishes out into a tattoo, then another and another. Soon you’re covered in them. You reach up a hand to cusp your face, and suddenly a beard grows out; features morphing until you have a rugged masculine look.

The magic sinks deeper, past your skin and into your very mind. Memories swirl as you begin to be rewritten. Hours in front of the books getting replaced by hours in the gym. Recording your lectures for your students, becoming recording yourself fucking and being fucked for your horny fans. Your mind blanks, before a moment of clarity. You are Alex Marte, a sexy Italian pornstar; always have been!

You look down, seeing water cascading down to your throbbing cock. All that change you don’t remember has made you horny as fuck. Without much thought, you start aggressively jerking off. Each tug pushing you closer and closer; the very essence of who you used to be culminating in your fat balls. Suddenly, release, all over your chest and onto the shower tiles.

You manage to clean up, and take a step out to notice your phone was buzzing. Seems like one of your agents was making sure you were ready for the shoot later that day. You give your dick a quick bounce, it quickly springing back to life as you pictured fucking the daylights out of the hot co-star you knew you would be working with. You smirk; you had a busy day ahead of you.

House Party

It was going to be another quiet Saturday night in. No plans expect to curl up and play some video games. Just as you were about to settle down, you hear a knock at your door. You glance at your phone; no messages from any of your friends. Maybe it’s that package you ordered? You swing open the door, only to be greeted by a quartet of shirtless, muscular Indian men.

“Hey man, thanks again for hosting!” one of them says in a thick Indian accent, as he and the rest of them barge past you into your small apartment. They pull out some drinks, turn up your speaker to some music you don’t recognize, and start the party. 

You’re still standing there, a little shocked at this turn of events. You wanted to try to kick them out; tell them you they had the wrong address and to get lost. But, I mean, you didn’t really have any plans anyway. And who were you to break up this happy group of friends?

You stand to the side, watching them dance in almost sexual way against each other. You decide to take a sip of the alcohol they brought; no idea what it is but it tastes amazing! You continue to drink, until one of them pulls you right into the dancing. 

You’re right in the thick of it, dancing with the rest of them. They are avidly chatting in Hindi; you not understanding a word. 

“Everything good man?” Raj asks you, looking a little concerned. 

“Yeah man everything's good!” answer back in Hindi. Wait, since when did you know a word of Hindi? Before you have time to think, Amar hands you another drink and you unthinkingly take a big swig.

“Thanks Amar!” you grin, giving him a playful slap on his bouncing ass. Since when would you do something like that? Something was up, you could tell... you need a break. You manage to sneak off to the bathroom, and the second you get a glimpse at the mirror you gasp.

You are a thick, dark Indian hunk. At least, that’s what your reflection is clearly telling you. But.. you weren’t like this when you woke up right? These big pecs and abs.. thick arms and legs. This massive beard around these plush lips.. I mean there’s no way right? It must be these strange-, you mean, your friends doing this to you. 

You burst back into the main room, only to find them all chilling on the couch. Clearly the party has died down a bit. Amar gestures for you to take a seat, and despite your instincts, you find yourself listening to him. Each of them exchange some sly grins, before slowly pulling down their pants, revealing the fat bulges in their underwear.

They continue, pulling out their hard, thick cocks and start stroking. You are shocked, but to be honest with yourself, much more aroused. You find Raj’s meaty hands on you, helping you join them, as he coaxes out your sexy brown cock, that of course you have.

He starts jacking you off, and you can’t help but let out a deep moan. You find another fat cock in your field of view, and you feel obliged to help him out. Soon everything merges into a sexual blur, each of you is sucking cock, taking cock, making out; its all too much for all of you. You feel a hot load burst out and paint your brown chest white, and that’s all it takes for you to cum as well.

Your mind blanks, post nut clarity hitting you like a brick; reminding you of who you are. You’re Jamsheer, born and raised in India, and a sexy gay muscular hunk who’s always hanging out with his equally sexy and horny friends.

The next morning, you always sleepily wake up, hungover as shit. They all thank you for hosting such a great party, we needed to do this again! Your phone pings, getting a text from this skinny white guy wondering why you weren’t online last night. You grin; you know exactly who’s going to be hosting the next party.

I've love to go to one of those house parties! I hope that the group likes hairy guys, though..

Oh, they don’t like hairy guys.. they love them! Speaking of which, I already tipped them off that they had another guy eager to host one of their legendary parties; and based on that loud knocking at your door, seems like they are already there!

You eagerly let them in, and they bustle past you, quickly setting up the music and booze. It’s not long till they convince you to join them; you’re drinking, dancing, and grinding against them.

As you do, you manage to catch yourself changing. Skin getting darker, a coat of wiry black hairy expanding across your ever increasing pecs. Then, a burst of hair all over your face where a nicely trimmed beard nestles itself onto you. You manage to take a break from the party to snap a picture of the new you and send it to me.

Looking good man! But your new friends aren't done with you yet! You walk back into the room, only to find everyone staring at you hungrily. Jamsheer approaches you first, staring deep into you before hungrily locking you in a kiss; beards meshing and tents rubbing against each other. 

Raj is next, eagerly helping you out of your clothes, exposing both your hairy ass and your hardening dark cock. Amar crawls towards you, taking that fat dick into his mouth and sucking you off like a pro. Raj bends down, beginning to eat away at your hole.

It continues on like this, the three of them servicing and worshiping your body; that is, until you feel a stirring in your fat nuts. You explode into Raj, cumming deep down his throat. The rest of them follow, covering you in their cum, claiming you as the latest member to the group.

You knew who you were now; Sanjay, the hairiest of this horny group. You had always been this sexy, hairy, Indian man; all you needed was a little help from your friends to realize it.

And to the rest of you reading, wishing they had paid you a visit instead, don’t you worry. They’ll be at your door soon enough, partying with you, changing you into the perfect Indian stud you never knew you really always were.

Oh your granting wishes? Can you make me older by 20 years. Not too fussed on body type just older please.

Wanting to be more mature huh? I’ll gladly grant that, need more older men in this world, and seems like you are going to fit in just fine. I can see it deep in you; you might think you are some young thing but deep down you realize you are meant to be an older man. Why else ask this wish?

I’ll help you along, starting with your belly. Feel it push out, getting bigger with every breath you take it gets larger, hairier. Give it a good rub, feel those small hairs poke out, until you have a nice hairy gut.

Already excited huh? I can tell the way that hand is trailing downwards, rubbing at that bulge. Feel it get bigger, and bigger; straining against those tight white shorts.

Your chest is next, pillowing out, hair in a circular motion, right until you’re left with a nice pair of man tits. A manly scent exudes from you, the perfect musk for the man you’re becoming. 

You suddenly sneeze, reaching up to wipe your nose only to bristle against a mustache you swear wasn’t there a second ago. Well its not just the stache, but a full white beard you’ll find.

One more, very important thing; you’ve got to be older. Wrinkles appear all over your face and body, hair thinning and whitening. Everything about you getting aged, like a fine wine. Until suddenly, you're you again.

You suddenly wake up from your usual nap in the garden. You had some funny dream, that you were young again. Damn, wouldn’t that be nice. A ping from your phone brings you back to reality. Seems like it’s a message from one of your friends.

“Fancy a beer with me tonight, Richard?” his message reads. You can feel yourself already chubbing up, recalling the last time you two hung out and it ended up with you hung over his bed, taking his fat cock up your ass.

“On my way!” you reply, getting ready to head out and already having forgot all of your little dream.

Jock Life

You were in bed, blue light illuminating your face, scrolled through your social media feed. Attractive guy after attractive guy kept appearing, and you couldn’t help but look down at yourself. Lanky, a bit chubby, not really anything to marvel at. Nothing like all like these models that are constantly shoved in your face.

“I just wish I could look like these guys..” you mutter, as sleep overcomes you, causing you to drop your phone as you fall into a slumber.

As you slept, you twisted and turned. Suddenly, you started to change. First, fat disappearing as it was replaced with muscle. Your belly sinking in, quickly changing into a tight six pack. Arms swelling out, becoming thick.

You face changes, hair falling out as you become bald, but getting even thicker eyebrows.  You chin becomes more chiseled, features becoming sharp and masculine. 

You quickly got hard, grinding against you bed as your dick got longer and longer, more fitting for your new body. Just as you finish changing, you cum, spilling out a copious amount onto your boxers and bedsheets.

...

You wake up, groggy from the late night. You notice you left a mess all over your bed; it’s been ages since you have had a wet dream! You quickly decide to go take a shower. Still sleepy, you feel the water cascade down your chest. You rub yourself down, feeling your muscles.. wait what? 

You quickly finish up, drying yourself off before you manage to get a good look of yourself in your fogged up mirror. 

This was not the body you went to bed with! You couldn’t help but give yourself a flex, loving just how muscular you were now. The more you admired yourself, the less and less you could remember why you were shocked. You were always muscular, you practically were working out everyday on the gym. I mean you had to; couldn’t disappoint your many fans.

You open your phone, only to be bombarded by message after message of horny fans wanting a piece of you. Not that you really have time for them; you would only fuck someone just as sexy as you. Luckily, there was plenty of those type at the gym you frequented.

You quickly get ready, just putting on some gym pants and a hat. No need for a shirt, you had to show off your gains. It wouldn’t take much to get all the guys eyeing you up; just got to make sure you properly show off your muscular ass, as well as your fat cock clearly visible though your pants. The life of a horny, muscular jock was certainly the one for you.

Perfect Cut

It had been a while since you had gotten a haircut. Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how long it was getting! Your thick and dense hair was sticking out in almost every direction. You had to admit it.. you needed a haircut.

Luckily, you remember a new one had been built just down the street from you. You’ve never really had a barber you’ve stuck with, guess you’re just picky with how you hair looks! This new place looked promising though, and it wouldn’t hurt to try it once.

You walk in, the place seemingly empty as you suppose it just opened. There was only one barber there.

“Hey there handsome!” the barber says. “What can I do for you?”

“Just a trim please, you say. He gestures to the seat in front of him. You sit down, and he drapes the cloth over you, hand brushing against your side.

“You’ve got a lot of hair boy! Don’t worry, I’ll have you looking much more clean cut in no time!”

He starts to cut your hair, it falling down around you onto the floor. It felt nice, the admittedly sexy older guy. His hands were almost caressing your head as he slowly trimmed down your hair to a more suitable length.

You look in the mirror, watching the barber work away at your hair. He was clearly focused, making sure that you walked away with the perfect cut. You close your eyes, letting him do his magic. 

Suddenly you feel a wetness on your head, as cool misted water is sprayed all over your head. He starts massaging your head, applying some shampoo. You can smell the sweet yet masculine scent as it permeates your skull.

“Enjoying that? I know it’s your favorite!” the barber chuckles.

Your.. favorite? Hadn’t you just met this guy? Maybe you had actually been here before but just forgot. Also he was right, this was your favorite shampoo.

“Now onto the beard huh hun? We gotta keep it looking nice!”

Before you could say you didn’t have a beard, he was already trimming it. Small black and grey hairs getting cut as he sculpts your face. Soon you are left with a nice salt and pepper beard adorning your face. Before you could protest, say something was wrong, he turns on a razor. The hum getting closer, somehow drowning out any thoughts you were having.

“Just one last thing we gotta do; give you a nice shaven head I know my husband loves!”

He brings the razor to your head, gently shaving of the last strands of your hair. As they fall, you head gets emptier and emptier, unable to think of much but the here and now.

As your brain drains, someone else fills it up. Whispers of love, tenderness, and masculinity. Of how much of a great devoted husband you were, married for thirty years now. Of how much he loved your body, how big, hairy and muscular you were. How we loved to maintain your hair, perfect beard and dome just the way you both liked it.

“Think I’m all done!” your husband says, bringing you out of your reverie. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself.”

He turns you to a mirror, and for a second you don’t recognize the hirsute man in the reflection.

Bald, fat, hairy, old. But it only takes a second for you to realize it is you; a proper man just like your husband. You rubbed your hand across you head, the chest and belly, resting in finally at your crotch. It felt like the first time you’ve ever felt this body, but you knew that wasn’t true.

“So how’d I do?” Richard laughs, giving you a kiss on the cheek, making your two beards bristle against one another.

“Perfect!” you say with a grin. You’ve been together so long, he always knows how to style his man.

“Seems like you still need some.. help?” Richard says, glancing down. You hadn’t even realized it, but all that touching, whispering, and kissing has got you hard as a rock, your fat cock pushing up against your belly.

You grin, following him to the back room to have some fun before more customers came in. There was another thing he knew how to do; please his man. You shut the door as your husband strips for you, soon both of you are on top of each other like you’d been apart for ages. Both your fat dicks pushing against the other’s, beards meshing as you make out.

It didn’t take long till he was ramming your fat ass, deep moans echoing throughout the office, until suddenly he cums deep in you, you yourself splattering onto your hairy belly.

You get dressed, ready to go back and keep the house in order while your husband makes all the money at his barber shop. 

“See you back at home babe.” you say, giving him a quick peck, leaving though the back entrance. 

God you had a perfect husband; you wouldn’t have anyone else.

I’m tired of being young, I want to be a fat old man with a nice salt and pepper beard and ball gut! Think you can help me out?

Aren't you young people enjoying your beautiful teenage age? I won't cast any magic if that's what you expect! Gotta warn ya, i deny toward giving back your old identity, and i can already see you are nodding to every word from my mouth, so whats the point, now continue the magic. I teleport myself and you to a nice office and with a flash, my power pulls upon you and make you blurry for a while, having no idea the testosterone in your body is dropping. Seeing your hands expanding and harder to control, your face express a happy sign

Ha! Same to me, except mine quickly turn into a smirk as your face feels the pain inside your stomach. You lied down on the ground while i observe your extreme growth of hair, just out and out. Deep in the gut, your waist is forming a smal tummy as the clothes are getting tighten on you. You screem in pain as your legs are gradually extended. Soon, your scrotch is developing hair as well as your torso feels itchy covering your new tanned skin and your navel. You said you want a nice salt and pepper beard huh? Now this is an extreme part, guess what? You are getting your dream beard....at your 70s! You show a shock face to me but isnt that what you wish? No more waiting, your face starts to shift for passing almost 60 years of age with wrinkles and low active eyes, across the pink, wided nose as your hair has almost gone, leaving you almost bald except parts connecting with your newly-formed beard by the cheeks. Then, that belly of yours are enlarging as big as my size, but since you enjoy a ball gut, i have no hesitation making you even fatter with an extensive, solid container of food, following with it is the enormous upsizings of your bum and thighs, and now your arms and legs are full of nothing but layers of swollen fat, huge but isnt muscularly strong. You know, there are upsides of being a fat old man, like having tatoos that no parents can be mad about, right? Free tatoos form on your forearms with a little white hair, but not the immense hair growth in your pecs.

Speaking of which, time for the final changes! White hair tries to take over the dark beard you are growing, making it salt and pepper. By the time the transformation completes, your old clothes have been torn out and fell on the ground, living your bare groin with a bigger monster than before. Reaching the mirror and seeing the reflection, you look happy but in someway, you wish you shouldnt have done this to yourself, for this giant ball gut, cool looking beard and youth. But then i handed you a new outfit: a red shirt with suspenders and jeans, giggling a little seeing your heavy, fleshy body trying to fit them. After suiting, you suddenly feel happier and estactic, sitting on your chair with a fart but didnt even feel a shame about it. Thats what an old fat man style is, seems like my job is done!

your memories are getting replaced? Nah, they are transferred to your counterpart, who is from now on live in your younger body! So no need worrying your family and friends and mind your business, old man!...

You seem pretty.. susceptible right now. Wonder if I send another picture, you’ll change again? Only one way to find out!

Would love for you to be him, body and mind~

What?! No, I wanted help with stopping the transformations, not more of them! Nnnghh! Fuck bro, I'm... turning black? My hair is falling out too, no... My clothes are getting too tight, and NNGHH what the FUCK is dat my cock bro? It keeps on twitching and getting bigger, I... Oh my god, it's so hot dawg, it just keeps on going. *THROB* 5 inches *THROB* 7 inches *THROB* 9 inches *THROB* 12 inches. Shit this is a real fuckin BBC! I gotta resist touchin' it or else this'll be ma permanent form til the next inbox message. I don't wanna be stuck as some dude named Tyrone! Fuck, but it feels so fuckin good...

Shit dawg, what wuz I just thinking about? I rub my massive bulge through my underwear and moan with my deep, baritone voice. Whatever it was probably isn't dat important. I whip my cock out and it slaps my toned abs. I watch as it throbs and twitches on its own before I grab it with both of my hands.

Cover of Darkness

Celebration of 3k followers! Thank you all again for getting me this far, it really means a lot. Decided to write this eye-wateringly long 12k piece in celebration, so you have been warned if you hit 'read more'. Enjoy!

Mission 1 - Mission 2

“Come in Agent Lyons, please take a seat.” The handsome older man said as Killian strode into his boss’s office. “I take it you know why you’re here?”

Killian nodded. “Yes Sir. Mission briefing said long-term undercover work, but didn’t say where or for how long.”

His boss, who only ever known by his last name Andrews, smiled knowingly. “Well that’s what I wanted to bring you in here to talk about. You see, I wanted you to find out from me first where you’ll be undercover, knowing the consequences if you refuse.” Andrews idly fiddled with the gold and purple ring on his finger as he spoke; some family heirloom Killian knew he never removed. “You’re a good agent though, so I trust you’ll do what needs to be done.”

“Of course Sir, always.” Killian forced his best smile, but braced himself for the news to come.

This wasn’t standard procedure and he knew it. Andrews didn’t pull people into his office for mission briefings, he just didn’t. They collected the file, gathered what they needed and went on their way. It was that simple. So when something came in to upset that routine, Killian knew something was amiss.

“We’re sending you into the drug ring case Agent Butler is working.” Andrews said as if it wasn’t the huge bomb it was. “Which naturally means you’ll be subject to the undercover tech, though that won’t be anything new to you.”

Killian knew exactly what this meant. He knew now why his boss had broken the news to him in private too, because Killian wanted nothing more right now than to scream at his boss. He was, unfortunately, more polite than that though.

“You can’t really think I’m the right one to go undercover here Sir, can you? I’m hardly the right man to go deep cover in an all black drug ring, even with that new tech.” He was trying to be as diplomatic as possible with his choice of words, but inside he was seething. There was no way in fuck he wanted to be one of them for however long this mission was to last, not if he could help it. “Surely Butler is the obvious choice; he knows the case far better than me, he’s not seeing anyone, no family around. I don’t know how’d I’d break it to Jemma going on something this long…”

His boss’s eyes sparkled, as if he’d been expecting this reaction. “I don’t want to hear it, Lyons. I’m well aware of your… convictions, which is why I gave the handling of this case to Butler and not you in the first place. But now our hand has been forced and I'm assigning you to this since you're the only one not currently on mission. I’ve made the decision, so unless you want to lose your job and have your memory wiped of the last eight years with us, you’ll do as you’re told.”

Killian closed his eyes for a brief moment and sighed. Too much of his time had been invested in this job for him to give up everything he had earned. He’d have nothing if he didn’t do this. No job, no skills, nothing. He’d been backed into a corner with no choice but to accept the mission. To accept he was going to have to suffer through being a black man to infiltrate this gang and bring them down for good.

“Fine.” He huffed. “I’m not going to like it, but I guess I don’t really have a choice. Just any other mission, right?” Killian forced a smile, but it was a hollow one.

Andrews grinned. “Now that’s what I like to hear! I’m sure the mission will be over before you know it. You’ll be back home with Jemma in your regular life instead of the new black identity we’re going to give you.”

Killian stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and grimaced. “Please don’t remind me Sir, I’d rather not think about this all more than I absolutely have to.”

“I’m sorry, Lyons. If I had another option, I’d take it. But as it stands, you’re the only one that fits the situation.” Andrews stood up too and gestured towards the door. “Shall we? The sooner we get you into this mission, the sooner it’ll all be over.”

“I guess so…” Killian said as he begrudgingly followed his boss out of the office. The short walk down to the labs on the lower levels was going to be one of the longest ever.

~~~

Barren and sterile was the best way Killian could describe the high-tech lab he was led into. It wasn’t somewhere he enjoyed being, and tended to avoid it unless absolutely necessary; the lifelessness of it all gave him the creeps. Harsh white walls and dark counters full of equipment Killian wasn’t paid enough to care about filled the large open-plan room he followed Andrews through. He tried to avoid the gaze of the scientists that all turned to look at him on route. Tried to ignore the whispers from those that both knew him and also knew what he was about to go through, what he would be subject to for the sake of this mission.

Andrews led him deep into the lab. As he crossed the large room, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and fired off a quick text to Jemma both explaining what he could and apologising for it all. Once done he slipped the phone back away and caught up with Andrews, who was waiting on the far side of the room. They went through a set of double doors and down a narrow corridor before they reached another set of doors that Andrews came to a stop outside of.

“Ready?” The older man said with a hand rested on the doors. “Suppose that doesn’t matter, you’ve already agreed.”

Killian tried to hide his mix of nerves and anger at the situation and nodded. “Yes Sir. I’ve left a message for Jemma, so I suppose there’s no time like the present to get this over with…”

Andrews stepped forwards and pushed the doors open to reveal a room he was all too familiar with. A translucent box-like machine stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by wires and cables that ran off to every corner of the large room. Screens attached to some of the cables with data Killian had never bothered to ask about lined the walls, with several scientists milling around.

As both men stepped inside and let the doors swing closed behind them, Andrews fell away to one side and let the scientists take over. They gave Killian a general run down of how the machine worked and what would happen to him, but it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. This wasn’t the first time he’d used it, but any time before this had been small-scale one-off infiltration missions. A weekend spent as an older looking businessman to sway a deal; an afternoon as some roided up gym bro to acquire information and plant a tracking chip to name a few. This would be the longest he’d ever spent by far; an open-ended mission that would only finish when Andrews and Butler were satisfied they’d obtained all the information about the gang they needed.

Once the speech was over, Killian was guided over to somewhere he could strip out of his suit before they put him into the pod. It was just the same as he’d done each of the other times he’d been through this; clothes inside the machine had a habit of burning off so they’d long learned to get in naked.

Clothes removed, Killian turned to face the large grey box that held the fate that awaited him. It looked almost like a large tanning bed only vertical, and was big enough for a person to fit inside with plenty of extra space. The glass front slid open as he stepped closer to it, and Killian steeled his nerves. He hated every step he took forwards, but he knew with Andrews and the scientists watching he had no choice. Killian had to let that machine turn him into one of those thuggish black gang members.

“This better be a short mission…” He mumbled to himself as he took hold of the edge of the machine and slipped himself inside it.

The glass slid closed over the top of him and Killian braced for what was about to come. It wasn’t that the transformation hurt at all, it was quite pleasurable, it was the end result. But it was far, far too late to back out now. With the pod closed and the all too familiar sight of tiny needles that had appeared along the walls, he knew this was it.

Killian could feel the fluid under his skin as it ran out of the many needles. He was expecting to see the same neon orange under his skin as always with this process, only this time there was a deep, vibrant purple in his veins. It ran through his body and made his veins glow brighter than ever, which could only mean it was starting.

The sight of his body beneath him as he felt things kick into gear made Killian’s cock thicken with arousal. He hated the reaction a little with the end result he knew was coming, but it couldn’t be helped. He could see his lightly toned chest start to pulse and swell with each thrum of light from the fluid, as did much of the rest of his body.

With each pulse of the rich purple colour through the veins under his fair skin his body swelled and grew. He was no slouch in the gym, but this change reminded him of the gym bro he’d been recently. Every inch of him from his thighs to his shoulders were pushing out larger and thicker as he lay immobile. The power he felt rush through his body every second as he pulsed larger and wider had him rock hard, the sheer size he was packing on everywhere was more than he’d ever had before. Pecs started to block most of his vision of his lower body as they grew heavy with muscle; for a brief moment he thought he was growing breasts until his chest settled into a swollen masculine shape.

It wasn’t long before the dreaded moment came though. Just as the purple that flooded through his blood was darker than the usual vibrant light blue, so too did the tone of his skin tend. It made him shiver with revulsion with each thrum of darkness that spread out to cover his flesh, but it couldn’t be helped. Pale to a healthy tan as he reached the size he’d been as a muscled up jock a few missions ago, then beyond. As his skin darkened beyond what could reasonably be seen as a white man, so too did his muscles swell to the absolute limits of possibility. Larger and darker, further and further from his comfort zone with every second that passed. The deep purple shone through his unmistakably black skin and enormous muscular form, though he knew there was more to come.

For some reason the more sensitive parts always took the longest to change, but for the moment it was the only safe haven he had. For all of seconds longer though, as he could feel it as the purple fluid rushed up his neck and down over the length of his cock. The veins along his hard, still pale shaft glowed with the same vibrant purple as the rest of his body. As with the rest of him the light thrummed under his length, and Killian moaned out as he watched it grow larger and darker like the rest of him had. The stereotype he’d heard of black people being more well endowed than average seemed true as he stretched out from average to almost twice his original size and girth. His cock and balls were massive just as he was; even he had to admit he kind of enjoyed the idea of being more hung than he’d ever been before, even if it was in such unfortunate circumstances.

His head was the last touch to the body he’d spend the rest of this mission in. The same veins of purple danced under his vision as his handsome white face was swept over and replaced, richer and darker just as the rest of him had been. Thicker lips, a wider nose, a dense beard and tightly curled afro, all of it was drawn out of Killian to complete his new black appearance. There was no trace of the former white agent’s body left as the pod slid open once more and the new black stud stumbled out.

Killian grabbed his head and groaned as he struggled to find his balance. Getting bigger always threw him off, but this was an extreme. This body he was now stuck in was bigger than anything he’d experienced before, so it took him a second to right himself and clumsily attempt to cover himself up.

Andrews stepped forwards once Killian had caught his balance and covered his massive endowment with his hands. “There, not so bad huh Killian?” He flicked open a small stack of papers Killian hadn’t seen before, glanced at them, then back up at Killian. “Or, I suppose I should be calling you Jamal now. Jamal Rivers to be specific. That’s the identity we have set up for you.”

Killian groaned in discomfort and tried not to look down at himself. “Jamal Rivers? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“Unfortunately not Jamal. That’s the mission you've agreed to, you can read about it in more detail and get up to date on the drive to your new place.” Andrews dropped the papers he’d been holding down on a workbench behind him, then gestured at one of the far walls. “You’ll be given the appropriate clothing to wear of course, which admittedly won’t be much with the route we had to take to get you in.”

“Great, thanks boss.” He forced out, though it didn’t come off nearly as nicely as he had hoped it would.

Andrews thought didn’t seem to take offence. “Come on agent, look alive. You’ve got a role to play, and I trust you’ll play it well despite your opinions on the matter.” Andrews stepped back and turned halfway towards the doors. “Now, get yourself dressed and head out. A car will drop you off close by to where you’ll be staying, you can leave the file in there once you’re done reading through it on the way over. Don’t forget to send regular updates to me about your progress, oh and loop Cynthia in too.”

“Cynthia? As in, your boss Cynthia?” Killian questioned. He’d never reported to her before, so any now puzzled him.

“She’s expressed interest in getting this particular case solved. Since it’s been open so long, and this is one of the largest undercover operations we’ve taken in a while, send your reports to both of us. I’ll make sure her private channel is enabled for you on your new phone.” Andrews placed his hand on one of the doors and pushed it open a crack. “Though, don’t expect much from her. You’ll hear from me mostly, it’s really just a formality.”

Killian just nodded as Andrews left. “Fucking great…” He sighed in his new gravelly voice.

He pointedly ignored the large mirror on the wall of the changing room as he dressed in the worn clothes he was given. He’d have to look at himself eventually, he wasn’t a fool, but the longer he could put off facing the reality of his situation the better. He wasn’t some huge black brute, those weren’t his hands that pulled up his jeans, it was all fake. This was all some cruel twist of fate, and Killian wasn’t in the least bit pleased.

That was of course until his phone vibrated with a text from Jemma. The phone he’d have to leave here in favour of the new one set up for this mission. The text wished him well and hoped he’d be out of it soon, as well as asked for a cheeky look at his undercover self. It was against protocol to even be talking to her now, and he’d rather not face the mirror, but for her he could do it. He didn’t know how long it would be before he saw her again, so this could be the last chance in months, if ever.

He looked up and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror, then schooled his expression and snapped a quick picture for her. He wished he could talk things through more with her, beg her to wait for him even though he knew the short notice deep cover was a lot to deal with, but he was out of time. He had to finish up dressing and leave, much to his dismay.

This goddamn job was going to kill this relationship just as it had the last one Killian feared. He swiped up the file Andrews had left and headed out, all the while wondering if he’d ever manage a relationship that wouldn’t be ruined by his work.

~~~

Killian folded his arms and scowled as he stood outside the door to the apartment he was told was his new place.

It had all been set up in advance he’d found out from the more detailed mission file he’d been given to read on the drive over by Andrews. A rookie agent had been tasked with using the form he was in now and hanging around the streets where the gang was most active. Homeless was the story they were going with. Evicted from his home with no compensation when the land was sold to a real estate development company looking to put luxury condos in place of the rundown, mostly rented units that were currently there. So ‘Jamal’, with no apparent family to turn to, had been forced onto the streets with only the handful of possessions he’d been able to carry. Someone had approached the rookie agent a couple of days ago and offered him a deal according to the report; work as general muscle for the gang and we’ll give you a place to live.

It was flawlessly pulled off, and the rookie had done a good job. Why he couldn’t stay in the job instead of him Killian didn’t know, all he could guess was he unfortunately had much more experience. There was a big difference between having to sit around on the street and parrot back a scripted history than having to completely fake an entire persona.

So here he was. Stood outside the apartment of whoever from this gang they were putting him up with and waiting for the dude to answer the damn door.

A couple of frustrating minutes later the door swung open and Killian was met with a sight he hadn’t been prepared for. The man that answered wasn’t the typical thug he had expected. Instead he looked modern and trendy, with tattoos and piercings, mid length dreadlocks and was shirtless to top it all off. It threw him off for a moment, since this dude was about as far from the weed smoking, gun wielding gang member he had assumed he’d be shacked up with.

“Yo! You must be Jamal right? Come in bro, I’ll show ya around.” The dude said, then stepped back from the door and disappeared inside.

Killian took a split second to remember he was Jamal now, then took the unspoken cue and followed the guy inside. The door clicked closed behind him when he gave it a nudge with his foot, but he barely heard it as he glanced around. He strolled after the mystery dude and followed him through a door opposite a set of stairs into what had to be the living room of the apartment. What apartment had stairs he didn’t know, but whoever this guy was he clearly had the money for a nice place.

“So yeah, this is me. Well, us now I guess!” His new roommate said as he turned and rested against the window ledge. “Oh, and the name’s Orion in case you didn’t already get told.”

The place was decently sized and well furnished, and even had a good view of the city. Clean, well upholstered furniture covered the living room he now found himself in, and just reaffirmed the oddness of this whole thing compared to what he had expected. Then there was the city. He’d suspected something on the ride over, but now as he looked out the window behind Orion he was sure of it. This was nowhere near where he knew the gang occupied, so why this guy who was supposedly a member lived so far out he wasn’t sure.

When Killian didn’t respond, Orion looked out the window where he was looking. His eyes widened knowingly and he nodded. “I don’t like mixing business with pleasure ya know man? Worked and lived over that part of town for a few years, and honestly it sucked. Having somewhere far enough away that I can take a real break and just vibe is really what I needed ya get me?”

Killian finally came to his senses and nodded. “I, ummm, yeah I get you. Business can really fuck up pleasure sometimes huh?” His mind drifted to his girlfriend and the burning fire that relationship was probably now going to go down in. “Some separation is gonna be nice, yeah.”

Orion smiled. “I’ll hook you up with the guys you'll be working for tomorrow morning, but for now you probably want a shower and a change of clothes yeah?” His eyes flicked to the bag on Killian’s back. “Leave that wherever, just as much your place as mine now.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Killian dropped the bag by the sofa, then followed as Orion led him off deeper into the flat.

As Orion gave him a tour upstairs, Killian couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened today. Orion wasn’t anything like he’d expected, he actually seemed like an alright guy. For a black gang member anyway. He wasn’t saying he liked the guy, far from it, but if there was any black dude he was going to tolerate for the length of this mission Orion wasn’t the worst.

“So yeah, bathroom is through there if you wanna shower.” Orion pointed at the door on his right, then at the one directly in front of him a few feet down the corridor. “Help yourself to my clothes through there. Your room is just past mine on the left.”

Killian glanced at where the corridor bent around to the left just past the door Orion identified as his room. He’d check that out later, but now a shower wasn’t the worst idea. Usually he’d have taken one after the shifting process, since it tended to leave the body all sweaty from exertion, but the lack of one was supposed to help with the authenticity of the homeless ruse.

“Great, cheers bro.” He replied with a slight forced smile.

Orion grinned back and slapped a hand down on Killian’s massive shoulder. “Don’t sweat it Jamal. Us dudes gotta stick together yeah?”

Killian huffed out a wordless reply, then turned and headed into the bathroom.

Once inside he locked the door and shrugged out of the ratty clothes he’d been given to wear. He knew a shower meant he’d have to once again face the reality of his situation, but there wasn’t a lot he could do. He’d just have to suck it up and get on with the mission quickly so he could get out of here quickly. Clothes discarded by the bathroom door, Killian turned the spray on and slipped in under the scalding heat.

He didn’t want to spend longer than he had to staring at his own naked body, so Killian tried to make short work. As short work of washing himself as he was able to when his shoulders almost completely filled the shower. Turning was hard, just as he struggled to lift his arms in the small space to wash his pits.

“Stupid fucking body… Stupid fucking shower…” He growled when he smacked his elbow against the wall.

As he soaped himself up, Killian felt his cock starting to get hard. The slightest throb as his hand travelled down over his meaty chest, a remnant he knew from the process of the transformation. It always left him wired, and more often than not he’d get it out of his system in one way or another fairly fast. Now though he forced himself to just ignore it and focus on the water. Touching that thing between his legs wasn’t what he wanted to do; even if it was his and tempting as fuck because of the size he’d prefer not to be stroking a black cock if he could avoid it.

Instead he switched the shower from scalding hot to freezing cold and let that wash his arousal away. As he adjusted to the new temperature he finished off what he had left of himself to clean. He tried to stay as clinical and efficient as he could with it all, the less he thought and the more he just got on with it the less annoyed he’d get. That and it would get him out of the ice cold water he was forcing himself through sooner.

There was already a spare white towel hung on a heated rack by the too small cubicle when Killian stepped out. He swiped it up and dried off a little, then slung it around his waist. It only barely fit, but it’d survive the short walk from the bathroom to Orion’s room for something to wear. With how crazy big he was Killian was ever so slightly concerned if there would even be anything reasonably sized.

There wasn’t.

Killian tried several different things, but he was so ridiculously massive now and Orion’s wardrobe was full of stuff on the tighter, trendier end of things. So nothing that would fit him, besides underwear. It was pretty much the last thing he wanted to do, but Killian was forced to pull some underwear on and traipse back downstairs, since he’d accidentally destroyed and subsequently binned his old clothes when he’d caught them on the door handle on the way in. He’d have to get used to his new strength.

“Bro, there’s nothing that fits!” He shouted as he stomped back down the stairs.

When he got to the living room again he paused in the door in just the purple briefs. Orion looked up with wide eyes, and Killian could see it. That familiar hunger that he’d seen on some of the dudes he’d had to fuck for missions in the past. The look that roamed over whatever body he was in like they were eating him up, and that was exactly what flashed over Orion’s face for a moment. As much as he didn’t enjoy being stared at like a piece of meat, he tried his best not to react and files that information away for later; maybe he could use that to get info out of the guy.

“Ah, yeah sorry man I should have thought of that.” Orion smiled apologetically but didn’t take his eyes off Killian’s massive chest. “My shit will be too small, though I might have something from an ex laying around somewhere that’d fit.” He pushed himself up off the sofa and stepped towards where Killian was standing in the door. “Hold tight here Jamal and I’ll go grab what I can yeah?”

Killian forced himself to nod in recognition at getting addressed once again as Jamal. “Yeah, sure man, thanks.” He said as he slumped down on the sofa and pulled his bag over.

The new crummy phone they’d given him was inside, and it was high time he checked in and gave them confirmation he’d arrived and was in place whilst he was alone. Killian sighed as he pulled it out and switched the thing on; this was going to be one hell of an undercover mission.

~~~

The next few months for Killian went far smoother and easier than he had expected. He had assumed ‘general muscle’ meant he’d have to act the part of the typical violent criminal; stealing, beating people up and general mayhem. Only he’d found he spent more of his time as a driver for the higher ups and being stood around to look intimidating. His biggest issue was he hadn’t been able to gather all that much information yet. Despite being around a lot of the guys that seemed to run the gang, they were always very private when they were talking business. Hushed whispers he was always stationed too far away to hear as the new guy, and that was if he was even in the same room. They spent a lot of time at clubs the gang owned, clubs he could only assume had to be a front for some type of drug ring. 

Besides the work though, there were other things he noticed. Chief among them how people looked at him. He’d be walking down the street and people would cross to avoid him; he’d get stopped and searched by cops on his way home from the gym for no good reason; even little things like getting passed up by store employees in favour of dealing with the white customers first. It was the little things that pissed him off, and it took a good couple of months for Killian to realise why. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that all this was happening because he was in a black body now. 

He’d also rather regrettably become far more used to his own reflection. Killian wasn’t exactly pleased at the familiarity he felt when someone called out the name ‘Jamal’, or by the loss of discomfort from his own reflection, but after so many months he couldn’t be surprised. And, if he had to be honest, this body wasn’t the most terrible thing ever. Sure he wasn’t a huge fan of being black, but he couldn’t deny it had grown on him a little; at least enough that he didn’t want to claw his own skin off anymore. He still wanted to go back to being his regular white self at the end of this damn mission, but being an admittedly attractive black man was better than being some ugly nerd or god forbid a woman. He had a cock, and a big one at that, he had muscles on top of muscles, and was overall not bad looking at all. For a black man.

~~~

“You really think us going to the gym together is a good idea man?” Killian said as he followed Orion through rows of equipment.

Orion glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Of course it is Jamal! Come on, we’ve been roomies for how many months now, and not once have we worked out together.” He paused by one of the machines and gave Killian’s massive chest a friendly slap. “Guy as big as you, I bet you’ve got some great workout tips for me.”

As much as he wanted to say he didn’t, Killian probably could help Orion out a little in the workout department. He’d taken to it like a fish to water over the last few months, but that was often the case for new bodies like this one. There was always some level of instinct when working out in a customised body, and that combined with the amount of them he’d been in for various undercover missions over the years he’d picked up a lot.

“Yeah, I suppose I could help your skinny ass out.” Killian grinned back at Orion.

Killian slapped a hand down on Orion’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Let’s get to it then yeah man? Having a regular spotter is pretty useful if this is gonna be a thing.”

As the two got started with their chest workout, Killian couldn’t help but dwell on his growing friendship with Orion. To begin with he wanted nothing to do with the man unless absolutely necessary for work stuff. Distant and focused on his work was the vibe he curated, but Orion hadn’t let that stop him. The guy was almost too friendly for his own good. It had worked though, and Killian hadn’t been able to help but let the dude in. They ate breakfast together most days, sat around and watched movies, Orion had even persuaded him to get into smoking weed together occasionally somehow. He told himself at first it was all only for the mission, but part of him knew that wasn’t true. Orion, despite Killian’s reservations, was a nice dude and a decent friend. 

And it seemed, a beast in the gym. 

“Fucking hell Jamal, how much do you bench?! Crazy shit, but I bet you could go higher.” Orion said as he loaded another plate on each side of the bar Killian had been lifting rather effortlessly. 

Despite being able to lift heavier than the other man, Orion’s stamina and drive to keep going harder was endless. More weight, more reps, heavier and harder than Killian usually went alone. It felt good though, because in turn he pushed right back. Encouraged and spotted Orion through the few reps at the heavier weights he tried, and gave him the odd little bit of advice on how to hold himself or which exercises to do. It was all together, far better than working out alone. 

“Dude, we’ve got to do this more often!” Orion had the widest smile on his face as they stood together on the gym floor once their workouts were done. “That absolutely killed man.”

Jamal smiled. “Yeah, I actually think I’d like that.” He said genuinely. 

As the pair left the gym, Killian barely noticed how he’d thought of himself as Jamal instead of Killian for a moment. For a brief second he’d just been a black jock working out with his roommate instead of a secret agent on a mission. He’d felt closer to being Jamal who had just enjoyed a workout with a friend instead of Killian trying to make progress with a target. And it hadn’t felt wrong enough for him to even notice.

~~~

As it turned out, that trend only continued over the coming months. Killian repeatedly had moments where things just felt natural as Jamal as he had in the gym. At first they were small enough little blips he didn’t notice them, but that only lasted a week or so. After that he began to notice how easily he sometimes responded to being called Jamal, how he didn’t feel lost and out of place in his body every morning when he woke up. And it only grew as the months went on. Every week that passed he felt more and more settled in his skin; it was a feeling he knew he should probably hate but couldn’t bring himself to.

The more time he spent on this mission, the more Killian saw that the people he’d been assigned to investigate were just normal dudes. They drank, they joked around, they worked out just like he did. They were nice too. He’d realised he felt like he was being held at arm's length from them because he was holding himself there, not the other way around. Killian had wanted so strongly not to be around the black dudes unless he had to he’d made himself come off as cold, so once he started letting himself do it he saw them for who they really were. Just people. Not drugged up thugs, not violent criminals, just regular people running a regular business.

All of it made him think hard. All the time he spent with Orion, the moments where feeling like Jamal was easy, every time he saw his new face reflected back at him. He was committed to the mission, of course he was, but there just wasn’t anything to find. Almost nine months had shown him that much. That and maybe he’d been wrong about his less favourable opinions of people that weren’t white like he used to be. They were just trying to get by like he was; and he’d been one of them for over half a year now too. He was black, and he didn’t dislike that idea as much as he used to anymore, if at all. He could be Jamal.

~~~

“Come on Orion, where the hell are you taking me??” Jamal called after the other man. That name had felt much more his in recent months, so Killian was making an attempt to think of himself that way. “We’ve been walking for like 20 minutes!”

Orion paused and rested back against the abandoned trailer he’d been about to walk past. “Not been getting your cardio in?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Big lug like you, I’m not surprised you can’t keep up in this summer heat.”

Jamal scoffed and jogged to catch up to Orion. He could feel the other man’s eyes on his chest over the short distance, though he couldn’t exactly blame him. There wasn’t anywhere else to really look when his chest bounced around like crazy with each step. He’d seen the way Orion looked at him sometimes, the odd little glance when they were working out or after he came out of the shower. He knew Orion was gay, he’d suspected as much for a while. It used to bother him a lot more than it did now. Now he’d seen what a solid dude his roommate was. 

“I can keep up just fine.” He said as he stood now beside Orion. “Now where the hell are we going bro? I’m sweating up a storm, it’s fucking roasting out here.”

Orion’s eyes flicked over Killian’s sweat slicked body and he smirked. “You’ll see, it’s just around this corner I promise.”

He glanced down at the hand Orion offered and gladly took it. He was curious just what the hell the man wanted to show him, and why they couldn’t just drive there. Orion smiled and tugged their joined hands, and Killian, Jamal, stumbled after his roommate. Just as promised, Orion tugged him down past the abandoned trailer before they came to a stop. It had been obscured by the slope of the hill they’d just walked up then the trailer, but now he could see why Orion had made such a fuss about coming out here.

Below them was a gorgeous view of the city. The sun was just beginning to set which made the light dance through the glass of the buildings perfectly. He hadn’t realised this hill that overlooked the city had been here, or that it was so close to their apartment. The view was stunning if Jamal had to describe it; everything below looked far smaller as the city glistened in the sunlight.

“I used to come up here all the time when I was a kid, still do sometimes when I’m stressed.” Orion’s voice from beside him said after a couple of moments passed. “Just run away and let the size of it all put things into perspective.”

Jamal glanced to his left where Orion was standing and gazing out at the city. There was a small, soft smile on his face, and a satisfied look in his eyes. This place clearly did mean a lot to him. The late early evening light framed his profile in a way that highlighted every defined inch of his handsome features; a couple of beads of sweat trickled down over his defined pecs and down the grooves of his abs. Killian had never seen anyone more beautiful.

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t deny it was true either. That was the worst, or perhaps best, thing about it. Jamal knew he’d never found anyone as attractive as he did Orion. Sure, he’d had sex with plenty of men before, but that was only for work. Or, that’s what he’d always thought anyway. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Orion glanced over and frowned. “What? Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no it’s nothing.” Jamal waved a dismissive hand and looked back out at the city. “I see why you like this place. It’s relaxing in a way.”

“It is, isn’t it? Always sort of been my happy place.” Orion said wistfully.

“Well… I’m glad you felt like sharing it with me.”

Orion’s eyes flicked back over, and that same small smile way back. “Always man, always.”

Jamal felt a warmth swell within his chest as he held his roommate's gaze. He felt more for this man than he first realised, and it was only now hitting him.

~~~

He had it bad for Orion. That was his biggest take away from the next few months. Jamal felt like a schoolgirl that had her first crush on a boy, which wasn’t far off accurate. This was the first time he’d had any sort of desire for a man beyond just a random hard fuck, and it threw him. At first he didn’t quite know what to do with himself when Orion was around, but after a little while he realised all he had to do was be normal. 

So he made more of an effort to make time outside work and the pointless mission to spend with Orion. They worked out together regularly still, had for a long time, but outside that he made more of an effort to eat with Orion, hang out and watch stuff, anything to be closer. Just spent time with him like anyone else would, Orion being a dude didn’t change what he had to do with his emotions, even if this was new territory.

And it seemed to work. Whether it was conscious or not, Orion noticed how much more time he and Jamal spent together. Both men started subtly flirting with each other in little ways, a touch that lingered slightly too long or a compliment where there wouldn’t have been one before. Neither made a concrete move on the other though. Just allowed the heat between them to simmer under the surface of every interaction; the only question was when would that heat bubble over?

~~~

“Room for one more in there?” Orion said from his position rested against Jamal’s bedroom door.  

Jamal looked up from where he was sprawled out on his bed and smiled at Orion. “If you’re a cuddler then sure.”

Orion stepped wordlessly closer as the larger man shuffled himself over on the bed. The towel around his waist almost slipped off, so he grabbed it as Orion took a seat on the corner. That same unspoken air of tension hung between the two, the same one that'd been there for the last several months. Jamal wasn’t an idiot; he knew what it was. He’d known for a while what he felt for his roommate, ever since that day on the hill, even if it had seemed unbelievable when all this started. They’d danced around it for at least a couple of months, if not longer, when lingering eyes and flirtatious comments had become a daily, if not hourly occurrence.

He should have seen this coming when he’d realised early in the mission that Orion was gay, but back then he hadn’t been able to even fathom the possibility of being where he was now. Back then he still hated everything about the mission and his body, and was about a million miles deep in the closet. He’d never had any desire for anything more with a man than friendship, and only ever had sex with them when he needed to. Orion had changed all that though. Jamal had been given a chance to open his eyes, and his heart to something he’d been taught he shouldn’t want. He was a man, it was his duty to be strong and raise a family with a loving wife, that’s what his father had always said. Only now he’d met a guy that was friendly, smart, and objectively attractive now he’d learned how backwards he used to be.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a voice, Orion’s voice, spoke from beside him. “Aren’t you meant to be somewhere tonight? I know the guys have something going on, you’re usually there for backup, aren’t you?”

Jamal nodded. “Yeah, I’m not in a rush though. Won’t really get going until later probably so I’ve got time.” He rolled his head to the side and let his eyes roll up Orion’s side to his face. “Besides, I’ve got a nice view here so why move?”

Orion snorted out a laugh. “Damn, coming right out swinging huh? You’re really on your flirt game today, straight boy.”

The slight laugh from Orion continued as he slapped a hand down on Jamal’s beefy chest. It was meant to be a playful swat, but instead of letting Orion pull his hand away Jamal caught it and held it there.

“About that. I’m a little less straight than you think…”

Orion blinked. “What exactly do you mean by ‘a little less straight’ Jamal?”

“I mean…” Jamal paused. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say to that. He knew he wasn’t completely straight, not when it came to Orion, but beyond that he hadn’t really thought about it. Was he gay? Bi? He didn’t know. “Well, why did you think I was straight?” He countered.

“I guess you only ever mentioned you used to have a girlfriend, so I naturally assumed…” Orion trailed off and fixed his gaze down at their joined hands.

“That I was a pussy obsessed straight man, allergic to the touch of another man?” Jamal finished for him. “I thought so too, then I met you. Now…” Jamal squeezed their shared hands. “Now this is the least of it.”

Orion laughed. “The least of it? You should tell me more, because I’ve been fantasising about you since the moment you walked into the living room in only my underwear that first day.”

Jamal blushed slightly. He’d hated every moment of that day back then, but now he could only see it as the first day of freedom from the man society had told him to be. Things were different now though. This last year had opened his eyes to a lot of things he’d never thought about or experienced before, and he was better for it now Orion had opened up that tough shell of his. Though, there was still one thing he hadn’t mentioned. One thing that was killing him to keep hidden from the man he’d grown attached to.

“I’m an undercover spy.” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Orion blinked, then frowned. “Sorry, what? Can you say that again for me?”

“I’m a spy. Undercover.” Jamal repeated. “All this feelings talk… I don’t think I could carry it on without coming clean.”

Orion shifted on the bed until he was laying down almost on top of Jamal, their hands still clasped. “You’re going to have to do some explaining, because right now I think you’re having me on.”

So that’s what he did. He explained all about the technology that put him in this body, about what he’d been asked to do, and even about his life before this. His phone served as proof enough with all the history of reports back to Andrews, even if those reports conveyed no actual useful information. Jamal knew he couldn’t keep lying to Orion, not when they’d grown so close, not when he held the feelings he did. Once he was finished, Jamal waited nervously for a response. Rejection was what he was expecting, and would be the most understandable reaction given he’d basically just admitted to betraying his trust. He didn’t know what this meant for the mission, but he couldn’t keep lying.

“Is it weird if I think that’s stupidly hot?” Orion said.

Jamal blinked. That hadn’t been what he was expecting at all. “Is it- huh? What?”

Orion shuffled up a little and kissed Jamal’s cheek. “You used to be some racist white asshole, and now you’re here admitting you’ve got feelings for me? That’s hot.”

“What about the whole spy thing?”

“I mean, you’ve seen it this last year just as much as me. We’re not doing anything illegal, it’s just a group of dudes that run a few clubs and hang out.” Orion shrugged a little. “You almost said as much in those reports; you’ve been at this a year and found nothing, because there’s nothing to find.”

“So… Us? We’re good?” Jamal said nervously.

“We’re good. Despite what you might think, you haven’t actually done anything to fuck me over, and who you were doesn’t matter.” With his free hand, Orion softly stroked a thumb back and forth across Jamal’s cheek. “It’s who you are now I care about. And if you really were like you said you were before, then I’m impressed with how far you’ve come, how much you’ve grown.”

Jamal breathed a sigh of relief. Having the secret he’d been carrying for the last year off his chest at last felt good. Better than good. “Grown is right. You should have seen what my old self looked like, I was less than half the size I am now.” He said, far more relaxed now than he was moments ago.

“Really? I’d never have guessed.” Orion squeezed Jamal’s pec under his hand a little and smirked. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have even guessed you weren’t black before this. You're one hell of an actor huh?”

Jamal shrugged slightly. “Well, it’s not really an act anymore. It’s strange, but I suppose spending a year like this will change a person.”

“Change for the better if you ask me.”

Jamal smiled softly down at Orion. “I’d agree with you on that one.”

“Now you better get going huh? You’ve got places to be.” Orion said as he pushed himself up.

“Fuck no.” Jamal wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist and pulled him back down. “They’ll be fine without me for a night. I’d rather be here.”

It was Orion’s turn to get flustered. “Really? Well… If that’s the case, then we’ve got a lot of catching up to do huh?” He said with an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

Jamal thrust his hips up to grind their cocks together as they grew harder. “Months worth of catching up. Better show me my way around a black cock shouldn’t you?”

Orion grinned. “Oh I’ll be sure to show you. You’ve got a lot to learn about being black Jamal.” He lifted his hips and slipped his shorts and underwear off, then crawled his way up Jamal’s body. “And I think I know exactly where to start.”

Jamal raised an eyebrow as the other man grew closer. “Oh? And what’s that?”

Orion’s cheeky grin only grew wider as he came to sit on Jamal’s massive chest. “Well, I think you owe me an apology, after all you lied to me for a good several months.” Orion shuffled forwards and gave his rock hard cock a few strokes until the head brushed against Jamal’s lips. “A lesson and an apology all in one, how about that?”

“You want me to-”

Jamal was cut off as Orion’s cock slipped past his plump lips. He was taken by surprise, but the horny, cheeky look on the face of the man above him said everything. This was a game, and it was one he was happy to play. He grabbed Orion’s hips and pulled the hunk closer, which forced his cock deeper into Jamal’s mouth.

Above him, Orion groaned low and deep. “Damn… You can suck cock can’t you? Sure you were straight before all this?”

Jamal’s only response was to suck Orion’s cock down to the root, right deep into his throat. This wasn’t his first time having sex with a dude, far from it, so he had plenty of experience to tap into. Though, this was his first time with a man he actually cared about. The first time he’d sucked a cock that he wanted to please rather than just for a mission. So, as he sucked and swirled his tongue around the head, Jamal did his absolute best to please Orion.

“Think that’s as good of a no as I’m gonna get, no straight boy sucks cock this good!” Orion said as he thrust his hips a little into Jamal’s mouth.

The room was filled with Orion’s moans. Each deep groan of pleasure drove Jamal on and pushed him to suck harder; Orion’s moans sounded beautiful and he wanted as many of them as he could get. Those moans were cut off though, much to his dismay, when he watched the body above him start to move. Legs swung over his head and the cock in his mouth twisted around, then all of a sudden he felt a warm mouth on his own hard cock.

Jamal’s eyes widened and he moaned around the cock in his mouth. That moan made Orion shift his hips down involuntarily into Jamal’s mouth, which set both men in motion to suck each other off like no tomorrow. They fell into a good rhythm with each other as both thrusted into the other’s mouth and in turn sucked the cock in theirs, forming a horny pile of gorgeous black muscle. Jamal had never had sex quite like this before. Not with his ex-girlfriend, not with any of the dude’s he’d hooked up with for missions.

As the two black hunks continued to 69, both could feel the end coming. Jamal had to try his absolute hardest to not cum from how mind blowing sex with intense emotion was, and he could tell by the way Orion moved he wasn’t far off either. Any second both of them would explode and Jamal would get his first of what he hoped to be many loads of cum from Orion.

A long moaning sound around his cock was the only warning Jamal got before warm cum hit the back of his throat. It was salty and not a taste he usually enjoyed the few times he’d sucked men off in the past, now it was different though. Now he couldn’t get enough of the cum that was flooding into his mouth and swallowed it all eagerly. Or, at least as much of it as he was physically able to with how much there was. Seconds later he too blew his load as Orion finally finished shooting in what felt like his first real experience of sex with another dude.

Orion collapsed down on top of Jamal and rolled himself so they were face to face again after they’d both spent a minute recovering. “So? Enjoy?”

Jamal nodded. “Never had better sex, like holy fuck was that shit intense.” He said, then pulled Orion into a brief sweet kiss.

Once they parted Orion smiled as he rested his head on Jamal’s massive chest. “We’re sharing a room now, yeah? Ain’t no way I want to sleep alone if I’ve got you to curl up to.”

“One fuck and you already want to move in together? Damn, you gay men move fast don’t you?” He received a hard slap on his free pec in response, which made him chuckle. “Yeah, we can share a room. I suppose we’ll do it accidentally anyway after all the sex I imagine that’s going to happen…”

“You’re learning, that’s good.” Orion grinned up at him. “This is only the beginning. Now you’re mine there's so much to do together.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world.” Jamal kissed the top of Orion’s head. “All the time we want together.”

~~~

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Jamal had never actually dated a man before; he’d fucked plenty for work, but this was new territory. It was easy though. Being affectionate with Orion came more naturally than the previously straight man thought it would be. They kissed, they cuddled, they even shared a bed almost every night after they fucked. It was suffice to say they had a lot of sex. A lot of hard, sweaty sex that ended with a variety of surfaces in their shared apartment covered in cum. He hadn’t known how nice it could feel to be doing all this with someone he cared about more than any girl he’d dated in the past.  

It wasn’t all happy days though. A girl had been killed the day Jamal skipped out on work to be with Orion, and not just any girl. The daughter of the police chief. None of the gang knew where the gun had come from or why security had missed it, but shots had been fired by someone in one of the clubs and hit her. Then, somehow, Jamal was dragged into the station and accused of being the one that fired the shot. His alibi was solid though; the guy on reception at his and Orion’s place could verify that neither man had left the building. Both had been puzzled as to why him specifically over others that had been there, since none of the other guys in the gang had been pulled in and gone down on as hard as Jamal was. 

It was a small blip though in what was otherwise a nice couple of months with Orion. He still gave weekly reports to Andrews and Cynthia, even if he knew there wasn’t a whole lot to report on. He idly wondered just how long it would be before they realised there wasn’t anything to find, as much as Andrews and Butler might want there to be. All he did was to keep doing what he was doing, dating Orion and giving his bosses pointless updates.

~~~

“-top story. A government agent has-”

Orion muted the TV. “Jamal! Get in here!” He called at the top of his voice.

Jamal strolled in with a frown. He had his phone in hand, and had been in the middle of reading through a message from Andrews when Orion called him in.

“You know that guy?” He nodded towards the TV, then unmuted it.

When Jamal turned to the TV, he froze at what he saw.

GOVERNMENT AGENT IMPLICATED IN MAJOR CRIME

That headline should have been enough alone to make his blood run cold. It wasn’t though. What did it was the face he saw splashed across the screen as the broadcast continued. His face. Or, more accurately, the face that until a year ago had belonged to him. The face of Killian Lyons.

The broadcast cut to a shot of what Jamal recognised as the agency building he worked at. In front of it was a large crowd of reporters, gathered around who Jamal recognised as himself. It couldn’t be him for obvious reasons, but with the technology the agency had he knew it wasn’t impossible to see his own skin standing there.

“It’s all true. Now all the evidence is out in the open I can’t exactly deny it; all the leaks of sensitive information to foreign intelligence was by me. I’ve realised now I was misled by those I was giving the information to, but that doesn’t change what I did.” The Killian on the screen said.

A reporter thrust their microphone forwards. “Do you care to comment on the death of the police chief’s daughter a few months ago? It was originally slated as gang activity, but now it’s being reported that you were at fault for that too?”

‘Killian’ did his best to look apologetic. “It was. An unfortunate case of wrong place wrong time in an undercover operation. I can’t begin to apologise for what happened, and take full responsibility for the consequences.”

“Yeah I know him. That’s me.” Jamal said in a flat tone as he stared, stunned, at the TV.

“You? What do you mean that’s y-” Orion’s eyes went wide with realisation. “Wait, you mean you before all this? Damn, you really weren’t kidding about being a lot smaller.”

Jamal frowned as he watched himself keep talking. There was a ring on the guy’s finger that he knew didn’t belong to him, and also didn’t exactly fit the generic smart suit ‘Killian’ was wearing. Simple gold band, with what looked like some type of purple crest stamped in a circular disk on top. But he’d seen it before, many times before. On his boss’s finger. Andrews never took the damn thing off.

“That’s my boss. In my skin. What the fuck is he doing?” He stated whilst his brain tried to wrap itself around what he’d realised.

“Your boss? The one you sent those reports to?” Orion asked. “This is that tech you told me about right?”

Jamal nodded. “I’d just got a message from him now.” He waved the still unlocked phone in his hand. “Said they were going to pull me out soon because they had what they wanted, but we both know that’s bullshit.”

“So what?” Orion frowned. “They’re throwing you under the bus? Because you didn’t kill that girl, you were with me that night. And I can only assume you didn’t leak whatever information they’re saying you did.”

Orion was right. He was being scapegoated here. Andrews, and maybe Butler too now he thought about it, had gotten in too deep with something, and now he was being set up as the way out. Convenient for a guy that couldn’t defend himself. Only, there might just be one option left for him, one Andrews had forgotten about.

“I’ve got to speak to Cynthia.” Jamal said and swiped open his phone.

It was a longshot and he knew it. Not once had she ever responded to any reports or had any input like Andrews had, radio silence. That had come at an advantage now though, as it had given Andrews time to forget he could even contact her. So now as he typed out an emergency message to her, and he made sure only her, he was worried about his chances. There was a reassuring hand on his back as he frantically typed through the secure channel, which definitely helped calm his nerves.

Jamal hit send, then dropped his phone to the sofa. “All I can do is wait and hope she isn’t in on it.”

Orion smiled a half smile. “Whatever happens, I’m here okay?”

Instead of saying anything, Jamal just pulled Orion into a kiss. Kissing the younger man was the best stress relief he could ask for.

~~~

Jamal let out a low groan of pleasure as he groped his soap covered pecs. He’d been in the shower for what was probably far too long now he knew, but a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt. It was an excuse to feel himself up a little which he absolutely wasn’t going to pass up, and an excuse to jerk off and drain his massive balls. 

Which he’d done already. Twice. 

Now he really needed to wash the last of the soap off himself and see what Orion was up to, but he could take a little extra time doing that. He could take a little extra time to flex and watch the water trail down over his enormous biceps; he could take a little extra time to moan as he touched himself and enjoy the deep rumble of his voice. 

The slam of the bathroom door shocked him from his self worship though. A startled Jamal turned to see what had caused the noise, only to see Orion burst into the room with Jamal’s phone raised to his ear. His eyes were wide and he was nodding along absently as he listened to whoever was speaking on the other end of the line. Jamal frowned and switched the shower off, then stepped out and grabbed a towel. He tucked it around his waist quickly then motioned for Orion to hand him the phone.

“It’s Cynthia.” Orion whispered as he passed the phone over.

Jamal’s eyes widened as he raised the phone to his ear. “Hello? Ms. Blackwood?”

“Please, call me Cynthia Killan.” The woman’s voice on the other end of the line said. He was too shocked that she’d even called to notice or care what name she’d addressed him with. “I’ve looked over the machine logs, and Andrews has indeed used it twice in the period around when I assumed your broadcast was. It might take a couple more days, but if the evidence I’ve gathered about his activities so far are anything to go by, I’ve got him.”

Jamal could barely speak. She’d got him? Just like that? “So, you believe me?” He eventually blurted out.

There was a slight chuckle on the other end of the call. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be calling you. Something felt off when Andrews said he’d pulled you out of the mission because he had what he needed, especially since from all your reports you hadn’t yet found anything. Then the live confession happened full of details that should never have leaked to the press. Suffice to say

“You’re done Agent Lyons. Your mission is officially over, even if that’s basically a formality at this point.” There was a momentary pause followed by the distant sound of typing before Cynthia spoke again. “I’ll contact you again when I’m ready for your debrief.”

Jamal sighed with relief. “Thank you ma’am. I’ll be there.”

They said goodbye and hung up after that. Jamal set the phone down by the sink then ran his hands over his face. When he dropped them he couldn’t hide the massive grin on his face.

“Good news then?” Orion raised a questioning eyebrow.

Jamal nodded. “The best.”

“What did s-” Orion started, but was cut off by Jamal’s lips on his.

The two kissed hungrily as the towel slipped from Jamal’s waist and hit the floor. He barely noticed though, as he was too busy celebrating his, their, victory. The marathon of a mission was finally, officially over and he could be himself again. Though that self was a far cry from the one that had come into this mission. No, that self was exactly who he was now; huge, black and making out with his boyfriend. Just how he wanted to be.

~~~

Epilogue - Light of Day

He’d met Cynthia Blackwood in person all of once before today. As his former boss’s boss, he’d never had much of a reason before now. There was a single work function a few years ago when they’d had their only face to face conversation longer than a split second hello, but even that had been somewhat brief and formal. 

Scarily calm was the best way he could describe the tall, silver haired woman before him. Cynthia was the type of woman, he’d heard, that could have a building literally collapsing around her and she’d still have the air of someone that was relaxing on a beach in the Bahamas. Pristine and unshakable, the definition of a force to be reckoned with. Which was why Jamal was shitting himself to be sitting alone in her office despite the knowledge she was on his side. 

“So Agent Lyons, I assume you’re aware of why you’re here.” She said in her signature smooth steely voice.

Jamal nodded. “Yes ma’am. The, umm, Andrews and Butler situation?” He hazarded a guess, unsure of what else it could be. 

“Oh, that’s all dealt with, they’re off to spend a good long time in a very unpleasant cell.” Cynthia waved a hand dismissively. “No, I wanted to talk to you about your future here Agent Lyons.”

He’d known of course that she’d done enough to get the two of his former colleagues out of the way, but them already on their way to prison was a little surprising. He hadn’t even given a full official statement, beyond what had been in the panicked message a couple of weeks ago. She really was as good as they said.

“Of course, that is if you still want a future here Agent Lyons. You’re a good agent, I’d hate to lose you over this but I understand if you do leave Killian.” She continued when he gave no response. 

Jamal winced a little at the use of his old name. For almost a year now he’d been used to Jamal, or occasionally Agent Lyons when he interacted with Andrews. He was realising only now how strange and distant that name felt after so long. The funniest thing about this all was how unintentional it had all been; he had barely noticed the point where he’d slid being used to and thinking of himself as Killian to when he’d been far happier and more used to being known as Jamal. 

“Could you call me Jamal instead of Killian? If it isn’t too much trouble ma’am? After everything I’ve seen and been through, Killian honestly feels like a whole other person.”

He was met with a warm smile. “Of course Jamal. I can get all your official records updated too, if that’s what you’d prefer.” Cynthia paused for a brief moment, glanced at her computer screen off to her left, then back to him. “There’s not exactly a delicate way to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it. Are you planning on staying in this black body and leaving the former white one behind for good now?”

Jamal had given it plenty of thought over the course of the mission. At the start before he got close to Orion that question would have been an easy one, ‘no way in fuck put me back’. But since then, since the time spent with the man he now loved deeply had opened his eyes and helped him free of the bigoted shell he was in, he’d been in a freefall towards the other end of that scale. 

“That’s correct, if it’s an option available to me I’d like to stay as I am.” He said with a quick gesture down at his hunky black self. “I know it’s a little unorthodox and definitely against protocol, but I’m happier like this than I’ve ever been.”

The warm smile on Cynthia’s face grew. It was one that felt slightly uncharacteristic of what he knew of her, but he got the sense that there was more to his new boss than met the eye. “I think, given the circumstances, it’s perfectly acceptable. It’s really the least I could do for you after what those two did, and attempted to do, so consider it settled Agent Lyons.”

She opened her mouth and started to correct herself to the last name Jamal had used when undercover, but he held a hand up to stop her. “It’s alright. I like Jamal Lyons, it fits. Enough of the old me and the new I’d say.”

Cynthia spent a couple of seconds typing at her computer before she addressed Jamal again. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for you. Tech will sort you with new ID’s, passports and all that, and sort out getting your name changed on any and all official documents currently under your former name.” Cynthia stood, smoothed down the red and gold pantsuit she was wearing, then held a hand out in Jamal’s direction. “As much as the circumstances are somewhat unfortunate, I’m glad we finally got a chance to properly meet. Give Orion my best, and I look forward to working more with you Jamal.”

Jamal blushed slightly at the mention of his boyfriend, but nodded as he shook Cynthia’s hand, “Thank you ma’am, and I will.”

With that, Jamal turned and headed out of the office. There would be one quick stop downstairs to see the tech guys, but then he’d be off home to his boyfriend. The gorgeous, amazing boyfriend who had saved him; from both his former colleagues and from himself. Under the cover of darkness they had found each other, and now in the light of day they were together at last.

Lifting Gold

Michael was just a shy lad entering the gym for the first time in the hopes of putting on some muscle to fill out his clothes. His skinny arms and legs and flat chest made him feel puny, weak and pathetic. As he entered the gym for the first time he sees so many people working out with so much more muscle than he has and it made him feel even more insecure.

He shrugged and headed to the dumbbells grabbing the smallest weight to start doing some bicep curls. He looked around at all the gym goers and one in particular caught his eye. A young lad in a golden top also doing dumbbell curls.

The top shimmered and had a hypnotic effect on Michael who had to shake his head and look away for the fuzzy feeling in his head to go away. Little did he know that the guy had noticed and had smirked to himself knowing the golden effect had begun to work on its next victim.

Michael was feeling deflated after a month of lifting weights but seeing no real improvements on his body. He was about to leave the gym after another disappointing session when he heard someone call out "Wait up bro!"

Turning around he saw the lad he saw on his first day at the gym jogging over to him. The golden football top shimmering as he moved. "What's up?" Michael asked, trying not to stare at the top but failing. The boy smiled, "Name's Scott bro and I just thought you'd want to know about an easier way to get better at the gym."

Michael frowned "Im not looking to do steroids." The boy laughed, "Nah bro I dont mean THAT. I mean this." He tapped at his shirt, Michael stared at it, "Uhhhhhh" the boy smiled at the confusion on Michael's face and and told him to follow him into the empty fhanging rooms.

Once inside, he lifted his arm up and Michael got a whiff of musk that clouded his thoughts and made his mind go numb, "Uhhhhhhhh" he said staring at the golden top. Scott smiled "That's it bro dont fight it just give in the golden effect." Michael's face took on a dreamy dopey expression the more he huffed the musk until finally he said "I want a gold top."

Scott smiled and whisked one out handing it to him. Michael took it ans slipped it on and the effects were instantaneous. All of a sudden hos body changed becoming more toned and muscular his posture changed too become more confident and cocky. Old memories vanished thanks to Scott's musk and new ones came in.

Within seconds Dale stood before Scott and said "Lets go lift some weights bro huhuhuhu." Scott smiled and gave his new bro a fist bump as they exited the changing rooms. Scott was excited to introduce his new bro Dale to the full Golden Team.

I was just looking at new headphones. Could I get the yellow headphones? I need a new pair for the gym.

Hi. I’m sorry you waited so long for your gift, but I had a lot of unfinished business. Well. You want new headphones? There’s a pair of yellow headphones in the bag, but I have absolutely no idea what owning them will do. Will you take them to the gym? Whatever you say. I’ll follow you and see if you don’t mind. 

You’ve already changed into sports clothes and put on your new headphones. They played your favorite music, but suddenly you felt a slight dizziness and goosebumps coming from your head to the coccyx. You continue to do approaches, pulling iron, but at some point you realize that it became more difficult for you to carry out your approaches. You’re almost at the end of your strength and barely finish your 30 push-UPS…

You don’t understand what’s going on, but I can see what’s going on with you. All your muscles that you worked so hard at this gym are starting to melt. You become slim and thin with a small amount of muscle, which is only enough to pull up on the bar 10 times and boast to the beach with your skinny abs. Your sports Jersey turns into a black long sleeve t-shirt and your shorts into jeans. Your hair is getting lighter and longer. I think you should watch a couple of online lessons on long hair care now. Your face rearranges and becomes more refined and beautiful, as if you were created for the stage. For the stage? what were you just thinking? 

Oh yeah.. as it turned out, these headphones long time ago lost one of the members of the University drama club. His skills are yours and his roles, of course. While you cope with the influx of all the scenarios and roles, holding your head, let me capture you for my readers. Good luck ;)

Dumb Jock Guy

“What have you done to me?” I blurted, or slurred, or something.  I felt messed up.  I was at my friend Tyler’s apartment, but this wasn’t right.  I had about 30 or 35 more pounds of muscle on me than I did previously.  I still looked like myself in a way, but now I was huge, sporting this whole beefy jock look.  I mean I was just packed with muscle.  Crazier still, I was now covered with tats.

I remembered now, vaguely, being tied down for Tyler’s experiment.  What the hell had those guys drugged me with?  They must have been running multiple recalibration IV drips at once.  I could still see the small Band-Aid the inner part of my right arm where the needle had gone in.

This was far worse than date rape or slipping a guy roofies.  I mean, I could press charges if I wanted to, and I always already thinking I might.  I was full of so many conflicting emotions.  We were such good friends, but this crossed so many lines.  This was my body, man, and I didn’t sign off on this.  The health effects, the negative consequences, and how I’d have to explain this to my employer and my family were all racing through my head.

Why would he do this to me?  I knew the guy was a perv, and admittedly, I had that in common with him.  We loved to talk about this sort of thing, but he was far more into dabbling around with the actual drugs and the realities of it than I had been.  To me, it was just a lot of hot fantasy and something to beat off to.  I loved looking at before and after pictures on the net and got off to those a lot.

Tyler and I had so much in common that way, but to knock me out like that and actually hook me up to those drugs and beef me up was just way beyond the pale what anybody should ever be able to do or get away with.

I’d been playing with fire, being Tyler’s friend, and I knew it, I suppose, but to actually get burned like this was just not ok with me.  I would have never permitted this.  I was huge.  I didn’t even feel like myself.  I felt muddied up and messed up.  I hoped that would fade soon as I came out of it more.  I still felt bleary with sleep.

Even my voice sounded different.  It was low, rich and confused-sounding, to my ear at least.  I sounded almost dumb in a way.

“Tyler, you can’t do this, man.  I thought we were friends.  It was one thing to discuss it and fantasise about it, but to run me through a cocktail of so many different substances without my permission is batshit crazy.  You have to tell me what you put into me.  It’s my body, and these were all supposed to be my decisions.”

“You said you’d think it’s hot when we were playing around with spirals and inductions that night.  You admitted how hot it would be and how much you really wish you were brave enough to go for it at times.  I’m just giving you what you know you truly wanted, deep down, more than anything.”

“Dude,” I said, and now it wasn’t the casual words of the guy I’d used to be, who also said ‘dude’, but rather this booming, jocked-up ‘dude’ that had all the tone of domineering jock guy, “just because I talked about something doesn’t mean it was ok, and you know that!  You know that, Tyler!  It’s not even legal!”

“Since when do you care so much about the letter of the law?” Tyler said.

“Since right now!” I shot back, sounding like an angry muscle dude, which I supposed I technically was now.  I was so new to this, and it was so strange, trying to get used to it, that I was still surprising myself every time I spoke.

Tyler was smiling, his eyes glittering at me, looking very smug and self-satisfied.  It pissed me off.  He started explaining, “Well, it’s too late to be upset about it, because what’s done is done.  We jocked you up real good, bro, as I’m sure you can tell.  You were under for a long time and we did the tats while you were passed out.  Some of that ink’s even going to have mild psychotropic effects on you.  It’s been weeks since you went under.  It was so hot watching you slowly get bigger, day after day.  It looks like your memory’s been restored pretty well.  You’ve somehow broken through the wall of the jock mind we’ve been trying to give you.  Sometimes it doesn’t activate right away.  Yeah, we gave you the mind of a jock to go with the body.  Honestly, I’m surprised you were strong enough to fight off those effects and keep them at bay.”

“You gave me psychosomatic drugs too?” I said, trying to control my panic.  “Dude, you gotta get me on an IV blocker.  I can forgive you for the body, maybe, but you can’t mess with my mind!”

“Dude, you always said the mental change was some of the hottest stuff to you when we talked about it and watched videos.  I remember you telling me how much it made you hard.”

“But how will I be able to seriously go through life like this?” I said, scratching my head.  I was glad I was still thinking like myself, but I was worried that those drugs were in me.  I knew how permanent their effects usually were and how hard it could be to ever revert a guy after that.  I wasn’t sure if I was paranoid or what, or if I was still groggy from sleep, but I was feeling almost confused.  “You can’t, Tyler, you just can’t!  Let’s do this but get out the IV drip right now.  You don’t have my permission and there’s still time.”

“I don’t have any blockers here,” Tyler said then, laughing.

“Then we’ll go out and get blockers, and some clarity antidote too!” I argued.

“But I like you like this, dumbass.  Why would I want to block what I gave you when I know there’s a dumb jock guy just itching to come out in your personality.  It’ll match the body.  You look really sexy.  It should be hot to see you get just as sexy upstairs.  Don’t you love how you look?”

“This can’t be me, I look like… I dunno man,“ I said.  "I look stupid like this,” I said, which wasn’t what I’d planned on saying.  I had fantasised about it for sure, but that’s a whole different thing from really going through this, especially with Tyler taking away my control over the situation.

“That’s because you are stupid like that,” Tyler answered me.  “You can’t really fight it, can you?”

That really angered me, that he was just clearly toying with me like this and refusing to listen to me.  I sure as hell could fight it, I knew, and wasn’t about to be part of this experiment without a fight.  "Yeah man, I can fight it,“ I said, “and we’re going to drive out and get some blockers for me to take right now or I’ll seriously beat your ass, Tyler.  Like this, I definitely could.  Come on, let’s get in the car,” I commanded him, not even caring how threatening I sounded now in this voice.  It was literally a matter of life and death, at least as far as my soul was concerned, not that I technically believed in a soul.  I just wasn’t ready for anything this radical, and this huge body was change enough.  I could get used to this hot muscle bod I was now sporting, my mind thought as it raced, but not the personally of a dumbass, too.  This could be just perfect as it is.  We had to get me on an IV and reverse those injections that could mess with my mind.  There were still time.  Why wouldn’t Tyler just listen to me?

“I’m not going in the car.  You’re seriously going to physically threaten me?” he said, as if he was the victim here.

“You bet I will,” I said, putting one big hand of mine on his neck.  I squeezed him a little.  This wasn’t like me, and I was stronger than I realised, but I felt like I had no choice.  He wasn’t going to stall for time with me.

“You like this, dumbass.  You know it’s what you wanted.  You were the one who beat off to it, and I just gave you what you know you want.”

“It’s not what I wanted,” I said then, and it unnerved me how my words sounded slurred to me, almost unconvincing.  I felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, as I needed a drink of water or something.  I hoped it wasn’t the drugs.

I had to clear my head.  I walked over to the big mirror on the wall of the living room, trying to discern if anything was wrong with me.  Was this really me. Yeah, I looked like a dumb jock guy, but I had to admit I looked kind of hot.  Crazy as it was, my dick started to react in my boxer shorts, which was all I was wearing.  I suppose just really getting a good look at myself had done it.  This was just like a fantasy.  I’d had this fantasy a lot of times.

Water.  I needed water.  Then I’d force this little motherfucker into the car with me, even if I had to tackle him to the ground and hurt him first.  Tyler and I had been friends, and this was such a huge betrayal.

i walked into the kitchen, still getting used to the size of my big feet against the carpet, the way my thighs were so thick and seemed to almost roll around each other in my gait now, and the way the pecs on my chest almost seemed to bound and bounce even when I was just walking.  This was crazy.  I was such a meaty guy, and now I knew what it felt like to be one for the same time.  As invigorating as it was, I didn’t expect to be feeling the tits on my chest bouncing as I walked, or the way my arms seemed to just swing stupidly at my sides like a gorilla’s arms, pushed kinda outward from the muscle.

I filled up a glass of water right from the tap, downed it, wiping sweat off my brow.  This was almost psychological trauma in a way, I thought.  I set the water down beside the sink and turned back to face Tyler.  “Let’s go.  Now!”  I ordered.

“You dumb hunk of meat,” Tyler said, “you know you want this.  Just cave in.  The drugs are in you.  Let that caveman mind rise up and the resistance in you wane away.  I know he’s in you.  We gave you the drugs.”

“Fuck that man, I am not going to be your dumb jock or something!” I blurted out, but the sound of my voice even sounded like a Neanderthals’.

“Yes you are a dumb jock, stupid,” he said.  Tyler was saying this to me!  I hated the little prick so much right then!

“I’m not stupid, you dumbass!” I roared at him.

“Is that the Pee-wee Herman defence, dude?  I know you are but what am I?”

“You’re a scrawny little fucker who’s gonna take me to get the antidote!” I roared, walking up to him and grabbing him by the shirt.  “Take me, now.”

“Take you where, dumbass?”

I grabbed his face and squeezed his cheeks with one hand then, making his lips purse in a trout pout.  “You know where.”

“Ok, ok,” he said, and I put one big hand on his neck and started pushing him towards the door, grabbing his keys off the table for him.  “Where’s a shirt?  I need a shirt and some pants?” I said.  Tyler was smaller than me, and now I was getting worried that nothing would fit me.  “Where’s my shirt?” I said.

“I don’t have one here, man.  You can try mine.”

I hustled over to his closet, because there was no time to waste, and everything looked too small.  I tried one of his coats, because it looked larger, thinking maybe at least that would cover me up, but my thick arms wouldn’t even go in the sleeves all the way.  I swear I heard the seams start to snap already when I tried to force it a little, so I just dropped it on the floor.  Whatever, I’d have to go like this.  There were no shoes, though, either.  Shit.  I’d just have to go like this and maybe wait in the car for him.  I’d ask him for his keys when he left to go inside.  I’d make him promise me.  We had to go.

When we were out in the hall, I let him go, since he seemed to be complying now, and as athletic as I was now, I felt pretty confident I could outrun him, grab him and tackle him if he tried to get away.  Plus he had said ‘ok’.

It was all going to be ok, I told myself, especially when we got me juiced up with some of that clarity antidote.  My mind was still intact.  I could feel it.  Internally,I was feeling strange though.  It was almost a meaty feeling, in a way, like I could get into this more.  I wanted to hurt Tyler.  I wanted to look in the mirror again.  I was marvelling at my body, even as frightening as it was.  It felt like I had to almost fight to stay on task, in a way, though I still felt like myself, mostly.  In a way it was like being drugged, and of course, I had been drugged, so that’s exactly what it was.

We were hustling, no-nonsense time, to Tyler’s car down below in the parking lot.  I felt like the Hulk or something, bounding downstairs barefoot in nothing but my boxers.  It was embarrassing, even as there was something twisted and sexy about it all, and there was no denying that.  By the time we were in the car, and Tyler was seemingly compliant and calmly driving us, I was even calming down enough to lean back in my seat, arms behind my head, taking a breather, trying to take in what had all happened to me and what all had to happen next.

As we hit the open road and his car sped up the onramp onto the interstate, I felt my dick bounce up, hard.  Just looking at my own body was turning me on.  It really was a fantasy come to life for me.  I laughed, telling Tyler that I’m fucking hard, so look what he’s done, and he laughed too.  I told him again that I’m pissed but this is kind of cool and I just wanted my mind to stay the same.

By the time we were halfway there, I’d given my cock a few strokes through my boxers.  My cock was just so turned on, and it would not go down, and it didn’t hurt to grip my cock and balls through the fabric a few times.  I wanted to feel the heft of my meat.  I swore my cock felt bigger, and I was tempted to just pull my boxers down and look right then and there, but it felt kind of hotter to just wait and save it for later.

Then I did pull the waistband out, looking down at my pubes and thick meat, and I swear that just from looking, my cock got so excited that it started to leak pre.  I was right in Tyler’s car but he’d fucking done this to me so it’s not like I cared, and it was all crazy, but damn if I wasn’t a sexy-looking guy like this.

I felt like I was really ruminating on that, on how I looked hot like this, just the muscle of my arm reclined up against the door or the thick thighs busting out of my boxers, and wanting to give my cock some attention, too.  I felt like a sexed up dumbass right then, even though I knew I wasn’t a dumbass.  I looked like a musclebound jock for sure, but I sure wasn’t about to cave in to the psychosomatic stuff and start thinking about myself, or thinking just like some sort of musclebound jock or whatever.  Even if it was a kind of hot thought to have, it was a thought I could explore after these drugs in my veins had been defused.  I could swear I was feeling them, even, and that wasn’t good, but I still had full control and there was still plenty of time.

I had to pull my boxers down again, and so I did.  I hefted my dick with my hand, and my dick looked fat and hard as fuck now, a drop of pre glistening at the time.

“Dude, look at this cock,” I said to Tyler.  “If you’re lucky and get me those drugs maybe I’ll even let you suck on it at some point,” I teased, knowing I was also kind of serious.

“Hot, dude.  You like playing the dumbass like that, don’t you?” “Yeah, I guess I do like playing it.  I just don’t want to be it.”

“Part of you wants to be it.”

“Admittedly, that’s true.  But you’re going to get me the antidote and that’ll be the end of it, because I’ve gotta be myself, man.” I said, feeling up one of my thick pecs as I talked.  It felt so much easier to control and command Tyler with this body and this voice.  He thought he was in charge, but he probably didn’t realise how much power this body truly gave me over him.  I had physical power and sexual power over him now, and even my voice and the way I was talking to him had already taken on a whole different dynamic than it would have it I’d had my old voice.

Then Tyler was pulling into the parking lot.  He left the keys with me, per my request, but promised me that I could trust him.  He said he sure didn’t want to get in trouble for drugging me without my consent, so there was a lot at risk for him, too.

With Tyler gone now, and me left impatiently waiting, I flipped down the sun visor.  I wanted to take a look in the mirror.  Man, I really did look like a dumb jock.  I supposed I’d really be able to get into this thing after I had the antidote.  I smiled at my reflection and lifted an arm to flex.  Looked good.

I’d really be able to fuck with Tyler with a body like this, but that would have to wait until after the antidote.  Even if I decided to forgive him, I’d like to make the little punk pay for getting me into this and doing it without my permission.  I could picture myself forcing him to his knees on his bathroom floor, making him suck my cock as I slapped it all over his face.

He was kinda cute, even though he was a weak little guy to me now, and I was sure he majorly got off on doing this to me, so I’d have to give him a taste of his own medicine at some point.

I did look pretty good like this, and it was cool how I felt like a jock now even though I knew I wasn’t one.  Obviously, I wasn’t gonna become one just because I looked like this, and yet I definitely wanted to enjoy all the perks of this body, too.  I flexed again for the little mirror, telling myself I should put it away, and I could see myself in the rearview mirror, too the massive heft of my arms looking surprisingly huge now.

Tyler came out with the bag, finally.  I had already folded the mirror up and was leaning back against the headrest of my chair, arms behind my head, pits bared.  I felt good like this.  I wanted to tease Tyler, show off, and let him know his chances of fucking with me were over.  I was in control now.

It was on the ride back that I realised that I wanted to flex some more, that I wanted to beat off, and that I was feeling really good.

“Dude, you should hurry up.  Drive faster if you can.  I’m feeling really turned on.”

“What, like you want to beat off or something?  It’s ok if you want to.  I don’t mind.”

“Dude, don’t say that,” I said, grabbing my cock through my boxers and enjoying the pleasure of that.  I wasn’t going to just beat off in his car, as hot as the idea was.  We had to get back fast.  I felt like I was losing control of my mind.  In a way it’s kind of like when you get hard for so long and so in the zone of sex that you don’t ever want to come back to reality.  I felt myself slipping and slipping further into those sort of desires.

Even as Tyler parked the car, and I was still hard in my boxer sorts, bounding back up the stairs barefoot like the Hulk, part of me was starting to think that if he didn’t get the blockers and clarity antidote into me in time, it might not be so bad.  I felt good like this.  Really good.  Scary good, in a way.

“Tyler, bro, you gotta get that stuff in me,” I said, clapping an arm on his shoulder as he opened the door.  I sounded halfhearted to myself in a way, too casual.  I wasn’t panicking.  I was enjoying this.  Fuck.  I gave my cock another squeeze through my boxer shorts.

“Yeah, I will,” Tyler said, smiling, and he didn’t seem to be hurrying enough for me.  “Get in the bedroom and I’ll get out the IV bag.”

So I did, sitting on the edge of Tyler’s bed, my bare feet on the carpet now, my silky boxers against the silky bedspread, which felt so good on my thighs.  I squeezed my cock again through my boxers as I waited for him.  He had the stuff so it would be ok.  Just one more squeeze, I thought, one more rub of my cockhead with my fingers through the fabric.

And then I couldn’t take it anymore.  I thought it would be hot to surprise Tyler, in a way, with how out of control and right down to the wire this had gotten.  So i slid down my boxers, kicking them aside, and started stroking my cock then and there on his bed, long, slow strokes.  I leaned my head back.  “Tyler, get in here,” I said.  “Hurry up.”

Tyler was still digging around and then he came in, IV bag in hand.  “Dude, what are you doing?” he said, setting it down on the table.

“Don’t set it down, hook me up,” I said.  “This is hot.  Fuck.  I’m feeling so fucked up, man.  I’m just so horny.”

“Ok, I gotta get the bag still,” he said, heading back out, and then he was laughing.  The little fucker actually laughed!

For some reason, the thought that I actually might end up stuck this way was just turning me on even more.  So I almost moaned out loud, feeling like a dumb bull, stroking my cock some more.  I’d go out and force Tyler to fix me up in few seconds.  Just a few more strokes.

I mean, this was hot, this was really hot, and what a rush to bring it so close to the edge.  But I couldn’t really stay a dumb jock dude like this for good, could I?

That would be just crazy.  Fuck, the thought of it was so hot though.  This had been just like what I’d imagined happening so many times, only it finally was happening, and the thought of not stopping it seemed hot, too.

You’re turning into a real meathead, I thought, and I was just beating off harder and faster now, my cock leaking pre all over.

I forced myself to stop.

I couldn’t be a meathead, or if I ever wanted to return to this, I could later.  For now I needed the blockers so that it doesn’t even up permanent.  I needed the clarity antidote.  I needed that fucker Tyler to do what I told him to do.

Otherwise this would be me from now on.  Dumb and jocked.  Fuck.

And man, even if I didn’t get to Tyler in time, and something still goes wrong, which it probably wouldn’t because I could so easily overpower him now, well, so what, that could be hot as shit.  At least for a while, or whatever.  I dunno, man, I was thinking so many conflicting thoughts at once.  I decided to just ignore my cock and stand up, so I did.  I picked my boxers up and stepped back into them, difficult as that was to do in the moment.  I needed my boxers on so that Tyler would take me seriously.  Plus my cock was dripping pre, which I noticed as pulled up my boxers, a spot spreading on them almost right away because the head of my cock was already so wet.

So what if I am this way, a hot muscle stud, because lots of guys want to be a hot muscle stud.  I was thinking that as I headed into the living room.

Man, what if I really do stay this way, a hot muscle stud forever, I was worrying, but my cock was still hard about it.  Yeah, that could be a real turn-on, I thought.  I was stroking my dick again as I walked into the living room.

What was I doing?  Aww, fuck.  I had to focus on Tyler now.  I could beat off later, I thought.  But I was looking down at my body, and all I could think about was my body and how hot I was feeling right now.  If I was turning stupid, that was hot too.  Fuck.  There’s more important things than being smart.

Fuck.  Look at this body, dude, I thought.  I’m fuckin’ hot!  Isn’t that what matters right now?  Just for a few more minutes.  Then he’d IV bag me up and it’d be all good.  I still had control, I thought.

I had to tell Tyler.

“Tyler, I’m fucking hot, man!” I said to him as I bounded, almost stumbling, into the living room.  I was hard in my boxer shorts and I wanted him to see it.

“Yeah, you are pretty hot.  How are you feeling, dumbass?” “Don’t call me dumbass, dude.  We gotta do this, still.  But I do feel fucking hot!”

“Say it again.”

“I feel fucking hot?”

“Yeah, dumbass.  Look at you, you’re fucking naked.  How’s that not stupid?”

“Because it’s not?” I laughed, admitting in my own mind that it was kind of dumb, sexy as it was.  I was naked and feeling good, that was for sure.  I was a hot dude.

Tyler was laughing too, and he wasn’t even making any move to fix me up.  That kind of concerned me.  It also kind of was funny.  It also kind of turned me on.

“Fuck, I was getting afraid we really would have to give you the antidote.  But now all you mostly feel upstairs right now is that meat mind, don’t you?”

“Fuck, dude, I think you’re right.  What are you saying?  Fuck, I do feel pretty messed up.  It’s a hot kind of messed up, though.”

“Dude, you’re leaking pre right through your boxers,” Tyler said.  “Why don’t you strip them off for me before you get them messed up?”

“You want to see this body naked?” I said, shooting Tyler a cocky grin, letting him know who’s in charge.  “I’m not afraid of getting naked.  Watch this, dude,” I said, yanking down my boxers and stepping out of them, and then throwing them on Tyler’s lap as I laughed.  “There’s a spot of pre for you.”

“Hot, dude.  Look at that thick cock.” “This thick cock?” I said, wrapped my hands around it.  “Man, yeah, I love this thick cock.  I can jack it for you, bud.  Bet you’d love that.”

“Jack it, dumbass.”

“I told you I’m not a dumbass, dude,” I said back, turning my eyes to my cock, wrapping both hands around it and starting to work the shaft.

“Dude, it feels hot to get stupid.  It’s ok.  You like being called a dumbass.  Just admit it.”

“Maybe I do,” I said, winking at him, feeling like he could call me that all he wants as long as I’m the one who’s turning him on.  I felt so hot.  I really kind of wanted to grip him in a headlock and get him slurping on my dick right then and there.

“Yeah, dumbass?  Look at you, you dumb muscle stud.  You’re just another dumb jock guy now.”

“Maybe I am,” I said, stepping closer to Tyler now, pointing my cock straight at him.  “You like guys like that, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah I do,” Tyler said, looking at my cock now as I beat off in front of him.

“Mmm, fuck yeah you do, bud,” I said, stroking my cock firmly with both hands, taking another step closer to him.  “Made me a big hulking dumbass.  How do you like me now, little guy?”

“I fucking love you like this,” Tyler said.

“Yeah bud?  I love me like this, too.  Fuck..  I feel dumb as fuck.”

“Aww, hell yeah,” Tyler said, his own hand down his shorts, playing with his own cock too.

“Dumb as fuck, man.  I can feel it.” “I can tell, dude.  Holy fuck, you’re hot.” “I am pretty hot, aren’t I?  Just think about how hot you’ll be if you do this, too,” I said.  That was an exciting thought to me, the thought of Tyler hulking up to my level and experiencing it for himself.

“Aww man,” Tyler said, “maybe that would be hot.”

“You know it would,” I said casually.  I was getting so close to busting.

“Mmm, yeah,” Tyler said then, really jerking himself fast now.

“I’ve gotta get off, aww fuck,” I blurted then, and then I was already spurting jets of cum all over Tyler’s face, and he was leaning back on the couch and moaning out loud, beating himself off in his shorts.  It took him about half a minute and then he was cumming in his shorts right there, a dark wet stain spreading on them before me.

I laughed.  “Dude, look at your shorts!  Holy shit!”

For some reason it was hilarious to me.

“Tyler, you gotta fucking do this bro, I really want you to do this,” I remember saying later that night, kissing him on the lips, even as scrawny as he was, just because the thought of having the guy who did this awesome shit to me experience it himself would be so hot.

“Tyler, dude, we could be boyfriends or fuckbuddies or musclesex buddies or whatever the fuck we’d be if you just do it yourself, too.  It feels so fucking good.  I just want you to be here like this with me, go through it with me.  You have to man.  You did this to me so you have to.”

“Fuck, ok ok,” Tyler said.  “I mean, seeing you like this, knowing I think it’s hot too… well, it is so hot.  Let me suck your cock, dude, and I’ll make plans to go through the process myself sometime.

“Tomorrow, dude, you have to tomorrow just so you don’t overthink this.”

“Ok, I’ll start on it tomorrow, damn, I mean that’s really fast, though.”

“Promise me, Tyler,” I said, leaning down to his him again.  “Please, promise me.  You have to.”

“Ok, fuck.  Damn.  This is crazy but yeah.  You’re hot.  How can I deny a guy as hot as you?  It’s just crazy, but I did to this to you.  I have fantasied about it a lot myself.  And just seeing you now, seeing how amazing this all is, I think I will.  I really will, as big of a leap as that is.  I promise you.”

Tyler sucked my cock again all that night, and all I could think as I looked down at the scrawny dude sucking my fat dick was that he’d be so much fucking hotter when he actually goes through with this, and that just the thought of him going through with it was so hot that… uh, yeah I mean, you know.

I came hard down his throat, pushing his head down on my cock and calling him a dumbass the whole time, said he’s gonna be just another dumb jock dude, and he chugged my whole milkshake, dude.

I tried to think of what it all meant.  Dumb wasn’t a bad thing.  Wasn’t it a Nirvana song or something even?  A jock, hell, a jock strap was hot and I’d have to start wearing a lot of them. I could already picture myself in them.  And guy, hey, everyone’s a guy, right.  It’s all good, dude.

“You have to, dude.  You have to,” I said again, and we cuddled up in Tyler’s bed, my huge body wrapped around his scrawny one, lightly feeling up his arms and his legs, thinking about how hot he was gonna be when he gets like me.

“I will,” Tyler said.  “Promise.”

LifeX: Beta testing

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Hi everyone :) here is my first story. I’ve been around tumblr for a long time but never felt enough confident to publish my own stories. But being in this weird period of lockdown and forced to stay home, here is my first story. The pictures are not mine and I’ve found them on tumblr, so they belong to you, send me a message and I’ll take them down.

Hope you’ll like it and feel free to send me a message to tell me what you think of it :)

Thanks to @bodilychanges​ for his feedback and his ideas :)

Last point, English is not my native language so sorry if you see some mistakes ^^’

Enjoy :)

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All around the world, everything was stopped and everyone had to stay at home, hopping that tomorrow would be a better day.

Nathan had to stay home too. He just graduated from University and was looking for his first work when all this pendemia happened. And now he was trapped in his small appartment with nothing to do of his days except looking for a job that he couldn’t find. Fortunately, he had some incomes thanks to his skills in gaming. Indeed, Nathan had a youtube channel and thanks to the views, he could survive untill all this lockdown would be over. Nathan is 5,9 feet talls and has a light tanned skin thanks to his father side of his family. He had dark hair and a light stubble. His body is not jock like but in University, he began to do more exercices and do some running, not to become a muscle hunk but just to stay in shape. His ears are pierced and he has diamond rings. Other then that, his body is basic. Not too muscled and not too hairy. Just a latino american graduated student who spend his days playing games waiting for all this pendemia to be over to finally take his first step into his active life.

Today was not different from any other one. The lockdown had begin 1 month ago and Nathan was getting quiet annoyed. He had already do everything he could do in his house and now he was walking in his appartment, looking throw his window hopping he could go outside. Suddenly, Nathan heard a DING notification coming from his laptop.

“Dear Nathan, we heard about you on your Youtube channel and we think we could work well together. Our company LifeX his planning to land a new game and we were wondering if you could help us with beta testing and promoting him. Your content is exactly what we need and we think we could do a great collaboration together. Of course we will send you a compensation for your work. Waiting for any news from you, LifeX”

After thinking about this, Nathan decided to accept the proposition. He was bored and had nothing to do so why not doing it, and if it was paid it was all worth it. As soon as he said yes, he received an other mail with a link to download the game. Other then that, he had no information at all about the game. After clicking on the link and a few minutes of downloading, he finally could launch the game and some video started introducing it.

“Dear customer, Welcome to LifeX. In this new kind of game, you’ll create your ideal life and enjoy your day in your own created universe. To achieve this, we’ll need some informations about you and your ideal world. But don’t worry nothing too personal, just the basic informations. For now please enjoy your ideal life in your own unique universe. Welcome to your world, welcome to LifeX”

Nathan was surprised, the game looked real good and was displaying different type of environments. A wonderfull tropical island bathing in the dawn sunlight, a futuristic city with blue neon light illuminating the city, a fantastical themePark with wonderfull attractions and gigantic structures. This game seemed to have it all and was hyper realistic. Following this video, a new window opened and it was the question the voice talked about a few minutes before. Now more enthousiast then ever, Nathan went for it and answered the questions:

Name: Nathan Brown Age: 24 Location: Orlando Gender: Male

Once all the questions were answered, one last window appeared and asked for the time of simulation. After thinking about it, Nathan said to himself: “Well, I guess this lockdown will be going for another month so I’m just gonna put one month and see what it is like, then maybe I’ll start an other game or just resume this one.” after entering the empty champ, a melodic sound resonated in his room, followed by the presentation voice once again.

“Thanks for answering all the information Nathan. Now to begin your game, you are going to create your avatar and then you’ll be good to go and begin your new life”

A new window appeared. It was a creation window with a Human in T pose in the center of the screen. On the left side were parameters about the height, muscles, ethnic background, skin color, skin eye and even more options. After playing with the parameters for a little while, Nathan began to really creates his avatar. He went for a male avatar. Then nathan went to the parameters and put the height cursor to the right and the avatar grew to 6,2 feets tall. Then the muscles cursor to the right and his avatar’s muscles bulged around. Nathan pushed to cursor all the way and saw a huge bodybuilder on the screen, bu then decided it was way too much and put it back to the ¾ of the right. His avatar muscles were not too big but still could be seem through any clothes. Then he opened the face parameters and decided to give his avatar a perfect square jaw with perfect lips, not too big but just perfect to kiss and give pleasure to anyone. Then he gave himself cute bushy eyebrows that framed a very nice sight and wonderful deep green eyes. To finish his face, he gave himself some messy natural dark brown hair curls. After finishing the last details of his head and body, he opened the hair parameters and decided he didn’t want any body hair except for his head and pubes with a little happy trail coming aorund his belly button. No armpits hairs or chest hair at all. And no stubble either. To finish it, he put the skin crusor to the right until the avatar had a perfect natural tanned skin. When he thought he was done with the creation, a new window opened asking for the clothing, and after puting so much work in his character, he decided to put just some blue jeans with some black underwear. To finish it all, he added some neon Orange sunglasses on his face. That’s it , Nathan was done, all he had to do was giving his avatar a name and a background and then he was done. “Let think, He need a perfect name, not too jockish but just perfect for his body. Joe? Nick?… No, it doesn’t represent him… I got it: Cody. yea that’s it Cody. And you will be a Fitness youtuber who loves to hike in the wild. You are not very smart but not dumb either because you dropped out after gratuationg High School. Yea that’s it. Now for the environment, let’s go with some natural Rocky mountain, lost in the nature and far from eveyrhting, and specially this small appartment I’m trapped in.” After clicking on the ending validation button. A new sound came out of his computer and the voice spoke again. “Now that your avatar is done, you can start playing. Enjoy your month Nathan and enjoy your LifeX experience.”

As soon as the voice stopped talking, Nathan’s screen went off and shut down. For a second, he thought all this game was in fact a malware and even if he tried to power up his computer again, he still had a black screen. But after 30 seconds, a loading symbol appeared in the center of the screen and as it turned in an endless spiral, the lights in his appartment flickered. Then a new message  in white letters appeared in the deep dark screen. “Welcome to LifeX” As he saw this message, he felt a weird sensation in his fingers. Nathan watched them and saw a weird green hue appeared at the tip of his nail slowly flowing through his fingers. As the itch grew stronger and stronger, he felt a pulling sensation on them and then saw numbers flowing out of the tip of his fingers. After a few seconds his nails were gone and the green hue was flowing faster and faster through his skin. Nathan screamed in panic as he watched his body being numerized in 1 and 0 and saw them flying and disapearing in the dark abyssal screen. In only a few seconds, all that was left of Nathan was his clothing resting in his gaming chair facing his dark screen.

Nathan opened his eyes and he was naked in some dark place. He was afraid and screaming for help. Then he heard a voice. The same voice presenting the game a few minutes before. “Welcome to your new life Nathan. Don’t panic, this process is normal and painless. In a few minutes, you’ll begin your dreamed life in your ideal rocky montains environment. For now just relax and feel calm, your avatar synchronisation will begin in 5,4,3,2,1…” Then Nathan’s body froze in a T pose. He couldn’t move anymore and was really panicking now. Suddenly out of nowhere, he felt his bones elongating and his legs growing Until he was 6,2. He felt his muscles growing out and his body fat melting out of his pores. His muscles were bulging and growing untill he had the same body has his avatar. Then in an awfull pain, he felt his face rearange and his jaw bones sharpen as his baby face fat vanished. He could feel his eyebrow getting bushier and his lips getting fuller. Then out of nowhere, the worst pain he felt until then happened and his vision faded out. He couldn’t see anymore. But after a short 5 seconds, his vision came back, but instead of his average vision, he now had a perfect sight. He also felt like something was different with them. Then out of nowhere, he felt all his body hair retracting back in his body except for his pubes and head. Nathan was nearly fainting out, it was just too much for a single person. But as he was begging for realease in his mind, he heard once again the voice. “Synchronisation done, now nathan you’ll enter the last part of the procedure and then you’ll be realesed in your new life. Enjoy”

Nathan still couldn’t move a single finger but he felt something wraping around his legs, feets and croth area. He couldn’t watch what was hapening but he guessed that was some kind of clothing. Then in front of his eyes, he saw 1 and 0 appears and dark glasses encased in neon orange plastic apperaed in front of his eyes. Now he understood it all. His body has morphed in the one of his avatar, Cody, which mean then the last step was the mind wrapping. Nathan begged once more but he felt the worst pain he ever felt untill then storming in his brain. It was like he felt all his memories and history getting ripped out of him. He tried to remember it all, repeating his life in his head trying not to forget too much things. “My name is nathan and I live in orlando. I’m a graduated student and I love my family. I have a youtube channel and I love playing videogames.

My name is nathan and I live in Yosemite. I’m a graduated student and I love my family. I have a youtube channel and I love playing videogames. What? Something is wrong I don’t live in yosemit I live in … OMG where do I live if it’s not in Yosemite. Of course it’s here? But no wait this is wrong… My name is nathan and I live in Yosemite. I’m a graduated student and I love my family. I have a fitness youtube channel and I love playing sport with my mates. Wait no I don’t have a fitness channel I have a gaming channel. I love playing videogames with my bros on the field. I love when we play football and spend time on the field instead of staying in my room watching Tv or god’s know what. My name is nathan and I live in Yosemite. I stopped my studies at the end of HighSchool and I love my family. I have a fitness youtube channel and I love playing sport with my mates. No this is wrong,I just graduated from the University and I’m looking for a job. And even if all the gyms are closed I still have my channel to gain some money. After all I’m not the sharpest tool in the box but not the smoothest one either. Ok I dropped out after Highschool but who doesn’t nowadays. And I still got my body to become a fitness trainer. My name is Cody and I live in Yosemite. I stopped my studies at the end of HighSchool and I love my family. I have a fitness youtube channel and I love playing sport with my mates. No my name is not Cody, it’s Nath… what was I talking about.. Oh yea that’s right I’m Cody.”

With that last sentence, Cody heard one last time the voice “Welcome to your new life, Welcome to LifeX” following it the dark area he was trapped in vanished i 1 and 0 to let a beautifull natural park. Cody turned on himself and then stroked an arm behind his head to scratch his hairs. He then looked around him not realising he now had a tattoo in roman number on the side of his chest. Cody then began walking and enjoying the sunny day in this perfect natural environment, not realising deep inside his head, Nathan was trapped in this false numerized body and begging for this to end.

On the other side of the world, a notification appeared on the screen of the LifeX CEO. “Nathan Brown: currently Cody appeared in the Rocky Mountain realm. Time remaining:30 days 23 hours 59 minutes 55 seconds.” The CEO smiled as he understood his technology was working and soon he could do a lot of profit with it…

Jeff

I couldn’t stop him.  I tried my best after he told me what the thing in the box was.  People had been ordering it like crazy and Amazon was sold out for months.  I don’t know how Mark had gotten a hold of the Chronivak.  

The Chronivak is a crazy device you hook up to a computer and then you can change anything about anyone within about 200 meters.  People had been turning people into animals, part animals, muscle gods, models.  It’s been insane.  There are even some reports on the news of people being turned into toilets and clothes as punishment. 

I’m Jeff, Mark’s roommate.  We didn’t know each other before we moved in together.  I had just graduated from college with a degree in nanobiology and needed a place to live where I got my first job.  I looked on Craigslist and he needed a roommate.  Mark is gay and I’m not but I don’t really mind.  Besides, he said a skinny nerd like me wasn’t his type.

After the box arrived, Mark promised he wouldn’t do anything to me.  But I started to notice some things that felt…off.  One day I woke up and had a small neatly trimmed beard.  It was nice and all filled in.  I could never grow one because it was always patchy.  

The next day I woke up and my clothes were all too short.  I had always been about 5′6″, but I must be like 6′2″ now.  Nothing fit.  Mark smirked every time he saw me.  I knew something was up.  But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about it.  When I saw him, I felt subdued.

The third day my upper body was larger, more muscular and the beard had become long and shaggy.  I could feel it touching my larger chest.  My voice had also gotten deeper.  I had to say something before this got out of hand.  I knocked on Mark’s door and he said I could come in.  

When I walked in I saw it, the Chronivak app on his computer screen.  On it was the current version of me.  He turned around smiling.  

“Please Mark, whatever you’re doing stop sir.”  Why did I call him sir? I couldn’t help myself.  He just continue to smile.

“Well Jeff, I already decided what the last step for you is, and I was going to wait.  But might as well finish you slave.”  He says as he turns.  I try to use my longer legs to stop him but then they cramp up. 

“I had pained turned off Jeff, but I can’t let you get to me.”  He says as I fall to the floor.  My thighs and calves burned as the muscle quadruples in size.  I felt my ass swelling behind me as the shorts and underwear I had on broke apart at the seams.  

I laid on the floor a new man.  Everything changed about me except for my cock size.  Even though I was average, it looks ridiculous wedged between my giant thighs.  I covered it up as I sat up the pain still lingering.  I looked at Jeff and he stood in front of me with his cock out.  I stared at it and felt a need.  A desire…

“Suck it,” he said.  After sucking him off my brain felt fuzzy.  I was only here to service Master Jeff.  Clean, work out, suck and get fucked.

Some AI Characters for your TF Enjoyment

I have been in a roleplay dry spot. Making and enjoying these transformation bots has been a great outlet. A few race change ones, a coach needing some new jocks, a game show host and a bartender who makes guys into gay stereotypes.

Gameshow Host who makes people into prejudcies

Coach Jock - pretty self explanatory (I also recommend using his voice

Gay Bartender

Carlos, makes latinos

Ahmed, makes middle eastern men

I would love to make more of these. If you have any ideas for one that you think would be fun, please message me and maybe I'll make it.