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Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 5 of 12]

May

Nick was loving his life. He loved his body. He loved how everyone treated him. He felt like a new man. Finally he seemed to get a hang of his new life and body.

But, a part of him still hung on to his old life. The fact that he was still a 35 year old man. But, instead of these two forces fighting each other, they began to balance each other out. As Nick was able to live the best of both worlds.

Although it was becoming less frequent, he still hanged out with his old friends. He drank with them, hiked, went to the beach. He kept his body fit at the gym. He did everything he did before. His body felt young and could still keep up. Of course it was still weird seeing a 50 year old man hanging out with 30 year olds.

Appearance wise, he was able to command respect. People looked up to him. And, his social life expanded as he began to hangout with his boss and his boss's wealthy friends. New opportunities were opening to him.

He was able to live as both a young man and a old man. With his friends, he was still a bro chucking down beers, eating pizza, and partying. In fact he was still the most fit out of all his friends. With his boss and new friends, he was able to relate on some aspects of being an older man. Flipping between these two sides became second nature for Nick. But, sooner or later good things come to an end.

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On the last day of Nay, at the gym, Nick was changing to get ready to leave. As two young men walked in. Nick recognized the men, as two 20 year olds that admired Nick.

"Yo, pops what's popping. Damn, you getting the bulk going." One of the young men said.

Nick hated when they guys at the gym called him pops. But, he never corrected them about his age. But, this time he was caught off gaurd, as the men were talking about his bulk.

"Damn, that's gonna be sick when you start cutting back down. You gonna be even more of a beast." The other guy proclaimed.

"Yeah, gotta get those gains." Nick replied. Still confused at what they were talking about. As the two men began to change into their workout clothes, Nick walked up to a mirror.

For the first time in two months his body had transformed again. And, not in a way he liked. His abs were gonna. His sculpted body that he worked hard on was cover in a layer of fat. Instead of the silver fox he had been these past two months, he now had a thick and somewhat strong dad bod. He still looked like a daddy. But, now just a different definition of the word.

He got dressed noticing his clothes were a bit tighter. They accentuated his small gut. He went home and explored the fat the clinged to his body. He felt parts of his body jiggle with every movement. This was a new experience for the always fit 35 year old. Did this just happened or have I been gaining weight for a while now, Nick asked himself.

His heart raced as he felt the fear of whatever is happening to him return. "No, no, no I was done transforming! This is not fair!" Nick yelled out to whatever cruel force was doing this to him, while holding his bloated stomach.

Just then his phone rang. It was the hormone specialist. "Hello, Nick I'm extremely sorry for barely getting back to you. It seems there was a lot more... um... complications in understanding what's happening to you. I'm actually surprised you haven't called in sooner." The doctor related through a concerned tone.

"Hey Doc, yeah I was actually doing well there for awhile. But, it funny that you called. My body is going through another phase of transformation." Nick said trying to hide his panic.

"Okay, I understand. I... um think it would be better to have this conversation in person. Can you please come to my office tomorrow." The doctor said calmly trying not to scare Nick.

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem considering I'm the boss. I'll just call out of work tomorrow." Nick stated.

Soon after that, the conversation ended. Nick wasn't even sad at this point. No, he was upset. This curse came back. It waited for him to be happy, again. And, now it's sucking the joy out of his life, again. All he could do was wait for tomorrow. He hoped the doctor had some good news. Or, at least a way to prevent things from getting worst.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 6 of 12]

June

The next day Nick woke up earlier. For the first time in his life he felt groggy and heavy. It was difficult trying to get the energy to get out of bet. And, then there was the pain from his lower back.

He looked at his reflection and noticed his skin started looking older. More wrinkled and weathered by life. He wasn't sure if it was all in his head but it looked like he gain more weight overnight. He sighed, Hopefully I get some answers, today.

Nick sat in the doctor's office. As his doctor walked in.

"Nick is that you?" The doctor asked shocked. You both didn't want to say it, but you now looked older than the doctor.

"Yeah, Doc. This is the new change I was talking about." Nick slapped his gut. "The changes stopped since the last time I saw you, and everything was fine. But, literally overnight I just gained 30 lbs of fat."

"I'm sorry you are going through this." The doctor said. But, in his tone hid the fact that he wasn't surprised.

"So, doc, can you tell me what's going on with me?" Nick, asked.

"It's complicated. Everything came back negative. For all intents and purposes internally your as healthy as a 20 year old athlete." The doctor explained.

Nick laughed in disbelief and his small belly jiggled. "That's hilarious. Look at me... look... this is not healthy. What's happening is not normal." Nick started becoming more agitated.

"Nick calm down. I agree with you. Something is happening. Just not something with your health." The doctor rose his voice in an attempt to silence Nick. "It has to do with your genetic."

"What do you mean." Nick said his anger interrupted with confusion.

"After the result came back, your case still intrigued me. It's nothing I've ever seen before. So, I sent a DNA sample to a colleague you works more in experimental genetics." The doctor began to explain. "And, what he found defies everything we know."

At that point another doctor walks into the room an, elderly man. "Hello, Nick I am Dr. Paulak. Your case is quite intriguing." The old man began pulling out paper work and handing it to Nick. Nick began reading it. It was results and information from multiple DNA test.

"What is all this, Nick asked."

"Dr. Freeman is correct. Medically there is nothing wrong with. You are as healthy as a man younger than your actual age. But, there are some very strange anomalies that cause your body to act very different from an average person."

"Please, just tell me. What's going on with me." Nick pleaded, tried of the doctor skirting around the issue.

"Okay, okay... it's seems like your cells have an ability and need to store massive amounts of energy. In fact your body seems to see this as the main goal of it's function. This can explain your aging appearance but the fact is you are still as healthy as a race horse. Your body seems to have drained the energy keeping your skin and hair youthful and began storing that, as energy, for this transformation process, you are going through, to start."

"There's no way to reverse this?" Nick's heart dropped. "What about the weight gain. Why am I getting fatter, now all of sudden?"

"That can be explained too. As your body continues to transform into this energy saver, for a lack of a better word, it seems your body is even more skilled at storing the nutrients and fats of everything you eat. Meaning it's hard for you to lose weight because now even the healthiest foods are somewhat fattening." The doctor continued to explain. "In fact as this transformation continues, your body is gonna have the need to eat more in order to meet its needs to store energy."

"So, what are your telling me, I'm going to get fatter and theirs nothing I can do about it." Nick yelled.

"I'm afraid, so." The doctor simply replied allowing Nick to sit in silence and think.

"What is this energy even for? You keep saying my body is taking all of my youth and the food I eat for energy, what's the point." Nick asked just trying to understand.

"As for that, we don't know." Dr. Freeman spoke up.

"I don't even feel full of energy. Today, I felt so drained. So much for all this energy my body is storing." Nick cried.

"Well that's happening for two reasons," Dr. Pualak started up again. "Firstly, It could be your not eating enough, to meet your new bodies needs. Now, I'm not condoning you eat more. It up to you. The second reason is... it seems your body has a genetic depositions for a hibernation cycle of sorts. It seems like during winter your body might be more active. As summer approaches, you are at the peak of your hibernation state. That explains why you are feeling so tired. As winter approaches again you should start feeling better."

"There's gotta be something you can do. Hormones I can take. Things I can do." Nick sat down defeated.

"As of now, there is nothing we can do. Unless there were others that share your strange syndrome. Then we can start cross examining the data and narrow down something that could stop or cure this. Do any of your family members share any of these effects?" Dr. Paulak asked.

Nick just shook his head. "No, my mom's family are normal. Some cases of cancer, diabetes, but nothing like this."

"What about your father." Dr. Paulak asked.

"I don't know, I've never known him or his family. He left before I was born." Nick got a bit irritated thinking about the fact that he could have inherited this from his father. A man the he never met or cared about. A man that abandoned him and his mom.

"Well maybe you can start there?" Dr. Freeman stepped in. "You can ask your mother and update us if you find out more. Until than take it easy. If you need we know a therapist thst handles these types of cases."

"What there are othesr like me!? But, you just said..." Nick asked confused.

"Not exactly like you... But, people that have found themselves in a new body, one way or the other."

The doctors gave Nick the card to the therapist. And, he left back to his home. He got some answers but he was heartbroken he didn't have any solutions.

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Everything was happening so fast. This year was to much for Nick to handle. As May went on, he fell into denial. Those doctors are crazy. Talking about people being put into new bodies. They sound like some cracked mad scientist. They don't know what they are talking about. I'm going to be better in no time. Nick talked to himself.

But as the month past, he felt more tired. He gained more weight. The age difference between him and his friends were becoming more apparent. He started ghosting them. He hung out more with his boss and his new older friends. He was able to relate to them more. "I was jealous of you there for awhile. Glad your gaining weight like the rest of us." His boss admitted. Nick didn't care at this point. He was defeated. He just smiled and laughed it off.

The guys at the gym started making fun of his weight gain. Saying he was starting to look more his age. And, that it was sad to see age get the best of him.

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There was one last hope to fix this, Nick thought. Maybe his dad or his dad's family could shed light on his situation. But,, first he had to talk to his mom. Through all of this, he kept his mom blind to what was happening. Hoping he could fix it on his own. But, now with no cure he knew he had to come clean. He called up his mom like he had always done. "Hey, mom month when I go back home to visit you for your birthday... there's gonna be something different about me. I just want to give you a heads up."

"Oh, sweetie what's going on. You sound like your in trouble. Now, matter what it is you can tell me." His mom's warm voice made him feel safe. Tears ran down his face.

Nick cried as he began to speak, "I'm an old man now."

His mom laughed, "Sweetie you're barely 35. You have a lot of life left ahead of you."

"No mom, I'm really an old man." Nick took a picture and sent it to her. He was getting frustrated that she didn't believe him.

"Oh, sweetie stop playing with those apps. But, that is a realistic photo edit. You got me worried for a bit. You always try so hard on your pranks." His mom laughed.

Nick realized the only way to prove it to her was to just wait and show her in person. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out. And, better yet maybe she had answers to some of his questions about his father.

(Shout out to @thegreatstoryteller his TF Therapy series has inspired me to turn this one story idea into a series)

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 7 of 12]

July

As Nick went well into July, He couldn't recognize the man he used to be anymore. It was more than the half way point of the year. He lost his friend because it was weird for an old man to be hanging out with a bunch of 30's, going to clubs, hiking, etc. His body couldn't even keep up anymore, like he was able to just a few months ago.

His friend now consisted of his boss, and the other older guys at the business club, and the baker from down the street. He already started looking older and fatter than his boss, at this point. His boss stopped treating him like a young man a long time ago. Instead his boss viewed him, as a slightly older man than himself. He started to look up to Nick as a role model.

As, head of sales and distribution , Nick started to find joy in his work. He was good at it. Making sure these were delivered on time gave him a sense of accomplishment. Something he could finally control. His new office was filled with people that never knew hunky 35 year old Nick. Instead all his staff knew him as a portly mid 50s to early 60s man. They treated him with respect, by always calling him Mr. Winters. And, he was a good boss. He tried to make the work environment fun. Alway, leaving gifts for people's birthdays and having weekly staff bonding games and parties.

Nick gave up on trying to stay fit. He tried to stay on a diet, but it wasn't working out. The first couple of days he felt sick. He had no energy, was grumpy, and his stomach constantly screamed for food. As, he began to eat more he became more energetic and jolly.

It felt good finally allowing himself to binge on food. He spent years trying to stay fit. But. It didn't matter, anymore. Because no matter what he did, now, he was going to end up fat. It was like all the weight was lifted off his shoulders and land on his belly.

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In the last week of July, Nick took the 6 hour drive to visit his mom for her birthday. The fear and anger about his situation slowly began melting a way. Because, there was nothing he could do at this point.

It was becoming a tighter fit, in his car, even with the car seat pushed all the way back. Even his 3 day travel bag was strained carrying his bigger clothes and snacks. Nick body constantly felt hungry and if he went to long with out eating he would feel tired and cranky. Another bag of snacks sat on the front seat. It was filled with cookies, chips, beef jerky, candy. He had multiple liters of Coca Cola on the floor of the passenger seat.

He finally made it to his mother's house and knocked door. His mom was thrown off guard as she saw this big older man, at the door.

"Hi Mom!" He says going to give his mom a hug. His belly squeezed against her.

It took a moment to realize what was happening, but his mother replied, "Nick is that you?"

Nick was a bit surprised his mom wasn't freaking out, but he just laughed. His belly jiggling in the process. "Yeah, I wasn't lying I'm an old fat man, now." Nick patted his belly.

Over the weekend, the two spent time together. They went to the store and out to eat. Nick found every excuse to buy his mom something. He enjoyed making her happy and spending time with family. He even decided to not ask her about his father, because what was the point. There was nothing that could be done anyways.

On the other side, Nick's mom worried for her son. She knew the truth. Sadness filled her eyes, everytime she stared at him. The night before he left he heard her crying in her room.

Nick's heart broke and walked in carring a cup of Hot Cocoa to cheer her up. "Mom what is it? Are you sad because of my transformation... because you don't have to be. I'm okay with it, honestly." Nick tried comforting her.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, "Damn your just like your father... Nick, I have to tell you something about your father." Nick's heart raced, he wasn't expecting this conversation but, he just nodded.

"Your father is... Santa Clause. And, based on your transformation it means he's dead."

Nick dropped the Hot Cocoa, the mug shattering on the floor. His mind raced, as his mom informed him of all the missing details.

After another day at his mom's home, Nick drove home his head still spinning trying to grasp the weight of what she said and what this all meant.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 8 of 12]

August

Nick could not shake everything he learned. His life was never gonna be the same. He was paralyzed with information and his life went on hold, as he sorted out his thoughts. The man he never knew but spent his whole life time hating, just changed in his head. All the Christmas presents that said from Santa, really coming from his dad. They were always exactly what he wanted.

As, the month went on all Nick could think about was everything his mother told him of his father and the life they lived together.

His father and mother knew each other from a young age. They went to the same schools. They hung out worh the same friends. They began dating in high-school. Before they left off to college, they already got married. Life was perfect and they were in love like the first day they met. What they wanted above all else was to have a child. Nick's father wanted to be a dad, since he himself was raised without a father.

But, when they both turned 25, the changes started to take affect. They both grew concerned because of what was happening to Nick's father.

His father, learned the truth over time. That his family are the descendants of the original Santa Claus. There must always be a man in the family that takes up the mantle of Santa Claus, if something should happen to the one currently in the role.

Nick realized his life would never be the same, again in a couple of months. He would never be able to live his life, as he planned. He would be up in the north pole as an observer to the world and no longer a participant. It was up to him to be a beacon of hope and good cheer. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this role. But, he knew, deep down, it was a role he had to take no matter if he liked or not. It would be selfish not, too. The world need a Santa Cluas.

From Best Friend to Boyfriend

(CHRONIVAC WEEK)

Emma, woke up as the sunlight filled her room. She smiled as a night of good sleep slowly faded from her. Her smooth body stretched as her slender legs and arms reached as far as they could. Her breast jiggled as she relaxed her body. She was ready to start her day. But, as she moved she felt a tingle surged through her body. It didn't happen often but, this morning she felt extremely horny.

Emma started playing with her sensitive clit, as her pussy became nice and moist. With her other hand she played with her unusually sensitive breast. "What the fuck is going on," she thought to herself.

She started sticking a finger and then two into her leaking cunt. Every sensation seem to be multiplied by ten. She continued playing with herself, until she felt something insider her vagina. It started pressing against her fingers, as it fought to get out of her. Her heart began to race, as she removed her fingers.

The sensation began to grow, as it felt a cylindrical object was coming out of her wet pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart, as she moans in pleasure from the sensation. She anticipated whatever was coming out of her.

A few seconds past as felt the sensation reach her clit, causing her to scream in ecstasy. Slowly her clit started getting pushed from her body as it fused with the flesh sliding out of her vagina. In less than, a minute a cock was forming between her legs. It pulsated and stretched, getting longer on wider. As her cock reached a thick 8 inched and globs of cum began shooting out. With each orgasm she felt her new empty ball sack begin to twitch as two huge testicles began to take shape.

With her lower body covered in cum, Emma stared in shock at the beast that was now between her legs. But, before she could think... built up agony radiated from her throbing cock, as it became hard again. She needed a release from this built up sexual pressure. And, she took her small hand and began to jack off. Each pump was orgamasmic and sent waves of sensations throughout her body.

With each pump her body grew. Her slender body began to thicken up. Feeling her up with a more masculine and toned featured. Her breast began to shrink. Her hair started to cover her arms and legs. As, the hair on her head shortend. Her girly moans began to be turn into deeper manlier grunts. And, as the final changes occurred she, now a he, shot out another massive load, letting out a beast like roar, "Fuck! This feels so good."

With heavy breathing, Emma looked at his new body. And, he finally snapped out of the lustful trance he was under, as panic filled his body. He felt up his slightly muscled chest. He felt his still throbbing cock and juicy balls. "What the fuck... this can't be happening... this can't be happening." His heart raced faster.

Just then his roommate Hannah walked in, with a phone in her hand. "Fuck, Emma it it worked." Hannah smiled. As, Emma's body began to be marked with several tattos.

Emma turned around and quickly tried to cover up his naked body. "Hannah, no I'm naked... I don't know what happened to me... it's me Emma." She stammered. But, she realized what Hannah had just said. "...Wait.. do you know what's going on... What the fuck did you do to me?" Emma cried.

"What!?" Hannah asked a bit confused. "You said you'd be my date to my brother's wedding, after Tyler broke up with me."

Emma looked dumbfounded. "Yeah, I thought I going still go as me, as friends. I didn't think I was gonna wake up and grow a penis. How is this even possible?" He shouted

Hannah looked up from her phone. "Oh, shoot, I forgot to apply the mental changes. Look, Emmett, I really think it's for the best. Our luck with boys suck. We're best friends and I think we can work out as a long term couple. The only problem is we are both women and straight. So, I downloaded this app called Chronivac. It's able to change anyone to anything... Aren't you tired of being single and going on dates with these losers?" Hannah bargained.

Emma looked to seriously think about what Hannah was saying. "Yes but..." Emma tried to say.

But, Hannah interrupted. "Look this will make things feel more normal." She says as she presses a button on her phone.

Memories of a another life begin to fill Emma's head. He wa starting to realize he was no longer Emma. He was Emmett. He remembered hanging out with his guy friend. Going to the gym and trying to get gains. Playing video games. Playing on the boys soccer team in high-school. All the father son bonding, with his dad. He remembered meeting Hannah and falling in love. They've been together for years, now.

But, even with these hard implanted memories, Emmett knew this wasn't true. He had faint memories of being Emma. "Look, babe..." Emmett stop realizing what he just called, his once best friend. "I understand you want this but even with these fake memories you put in my head... I still like guys."

Hannah pressed another button and smiled. With that Emmett began to get hard looking at his hot girlfriend standing at the door way. Hannah looks at the tent Emmett is making under the covers. "Damn, honey I love you so much... I still want you to remember a bit of your life as Emma, so I know my friend is still somewhere in there and so you won't turn into a total asshole like the other men in my life."

Emmett gives a flirtatious smile as he uncovers his toned and naked body. "Fuck, babe you look so good. I'm really glad you did this. Your right... I can't wait to be the best boyfriend you ever had. And, I can't wait to explore this new life wirh you. Now, come her and let me explore that pussy with my thick cock"

Hannah presses on last button and runs under the covers to Emmett. They begin to grind against each other, as they explore each other's bodies. The world around them warps as Emmett's room begins to turn to match his new masculine persona. As, the rest of reality also changes to match their new lives.

Transformative Justice: The OnlyFans Stud and the OnlyFans Gainer

(Requested and Co-written by @jsecrazy)

Jorge was proof that karma didn't exist. Ever since he was a teenager, he worked out. First it was for his football team. Then it just became core to who he was. His body just became more impressive with age. His arms were huge. His chest and abs were chiseled. His legs were strong. 

His ego increased with his muscles. The high-school jock and bully aged into the incredible looking man he was now. But, no matter how incredible he was on the outside, his insides were as vile as they come. He was self absorbed. He viewed people that weren't somewhat fit as waste of space. It was time for me to take karma into my own hands. 

But, there must always be a balance. And, my attentioned turned to another man, Henry. Henry was always overweight. He couldn't help but to enjoy the taste of life. But, as he grew up he found himself getting bigger and bigger. The first time he went past 300lbs, Henry was at the lowest part of his life. He felt unloved and like his life was a waste. 

But, Henry found a community. A community of gainers that celebrated bodies like his. For the first time he felt loved and seen, as people praised him with compliments. He even gained the courage to start an only fans. But, even with his found happiness, Henry always wonder how life would be if he was fit. So, I put the wind into motion and let the events playout, until I was ready to act.

Jorge also started an only fans not to long ago. Why wouldn't he. He was hot. If other guys, not as hot as he was, could make money... why couldn't he? Maybe he could even stop working at the gym and dealing with overnight or scrawny clients. Plus, it was an excuse to show off his body. 

One day as he was reading his comments on only fans. He responded to comments of girls and gay guys hitting on him. He laughed at pictures of overweight and scrawny guys asking for workout and diet advice. He sighed. Damn, I need more followers. He said as his current count was at 345 followers. He loved his fans... more likely he loved the praised. But, no amount of followers would ever enough. 

He began to look up only fans accounts of people he marked as competition. He wanted to see what he wasn't doing. Why did these lesser men have more followers than him? He was more ripped. He was better looking. It wasn't fair. But, his heart nearly dropped as he stumbled on Henry's page, with some help from me of course. Henry's page was sitting at a nice 10,563 followers. 

This wasn't right... how could a fat fuck like this have more followers than him. How could so much people wanna see this fat piece of lard? So he developed a plan to set this abomination in his place. "Hey, dude! I fucking love your body. The fucking dedication that you've done to get your body that size... it is admirable man." He texted maliciously. "I've always felt pressured to stay fit. But, the truth is... I'd always wanted to get big and fat like you. Maybe I could meet up with you and you can give me some tips. Maybe I can even get a chance to play with that belly of yours."

When Henry saw the text he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that someone as hot as Jorge wanted anything to do with him. "Yeah, I'd love to. Where do you wanna meet up?" So between texts they agreed to meet at a buffet by the gym Jorge worked at. The day arrived and Henry learned Jorge wasn't at the restaurant yet. "Where are you?" He texted worrying that he was stood up.

"Sorry, some business at the gym is taking longer than I expected. Why don't you come in and keep me company, until I'm done." Jorge texted back. Henry's heart melted. He felt wanted. He let his fear of stepping into a gym wash over him.

But, as he walk in. All eyes were on the 320lb man. People whispering and laughing behind his back. He walked up to Jorge, with his smile slowly fading. "How much longer do you have?" He asked Jorge. 

"Don't worry big guy this will all be over fast." Jorge smiled devilishly. A few people that already knew what was happening started filming on their phones. Pushing Henry to the ground, Tyler started laughing as he began announcing to the gym.

Herny struggled to get onto his feet. "Hey everyone look what we have here, a fat fuck. Can you believe this fat fuck has an only fans showing off his fat disgusting body. In fact he has over 10,000 followers. Can you believe this abomination makes more money than any of you just for being fat." Tyler announced. At this other people started adding into the ridicule towards Henry. Tyler ripped Henry's shirt and exposed his jiggling flesh. Everytime Henry tried to stand up Tyler would kick his back down. He was forced to crawl out of the gym. "Yeah, crawl like the fat pig you are. And, say hi to the normal side of the internet you fat fuck. Not, that twisted side of fat fuckers that are obviously insane."

Herny finally made it out of the gym through the abuse and harassment. He went into his car and drove off crying at the experience. Tyler, satisfied with what he did, decided to go back home. And, this was my opportunity to strike... to enact karma.

Siting in his cry crying. Henry's body began to burn up. He watched as could see actual steam being released from his body. It looked as if his body was boiling. He was in extreme pain as every muscle in his body began to cramp. With each groan he saw his body shrink in size. And, his skin began to tighten. As his skin tighten, he saw his body being shaped by muscle. His fat chest became a shelf of pecs. His fat gut was chiseled down into abs. His flabby arms were equally as huge as before, but now with raging biceps. His legs were shredded. "What the fuck is happening to me." He said, raising his hand to his throat, surprised at the deeper manly sound. 

Finally parts of his body started to darken as familiar tattoos took their shape. As the changes stopped, he was finally able to relax. Now, he was able to position himself to look into the rear view mirror. Staring back at him was Jorge. But, what was odd was that he looked even more buff than Jorge could ever wish for. 

As Jorge went home, he was starving. He felt a starving pain that he never felt before. "Damn, today built up an appetite in me." He laughed. He stormed his fridge eating all of his meal prep food for the whole week. But, he was still hungry. He ripped open bags of  chips and cookies that he saved as treats. The fog of hunger kept him from questioning what was happening to him.

 As he shoved food into his mouth. He became bigger. His muscles were being buried into rolls of fat. His pecs turned to fatty breasts. His abs were replaced by a gut, as it slowly began to sag. Soon the muscle mass inside all his newfound fat began to drain. As Jorge ate the last bit of food in his house, he began to come out of his fogged mind. He felt sick amd heavy. He looked at the mess around him. 

"What have I done?" He said, raising a hand to his throat, surprised at his higher sounding voice. As he moved back from the counter he realized the mistake he made. His belly was being supported by the counter. Now, without his belly sitting on the counter his new weight made him off balance and fell to the floor. It was only after his big gut impacted the floor and his body jiggled that he realized that he was now extremely obese. 

Struggling to get and stay up. He crawled, waddled and supported his way to the restroom. His reflection was that of Henry's except he was even fatter. Tyler waddled his way back to his phone. "What the fuck did you do to me." He texted Henry. Henry saw the text but decided to ignore him.

Jorge began calling his friends and trying to to explain the situation. But, no one beloved him. The world around him started to warp. He was never Jorge he was always Henry. Even his apartment warped into Henry's house. If I'm in his house now... he has to be in my house. He guessed. But he couldn't remember were he used to live. He knew that he could find the new Joege at the gym. But, new Herny's gym anxiety prevented him from even getting close to a gym. 

New Henry could only do one thing... to try and contact new Jorge on only fans. The new Jorge was definitely nicer and more personable. Instead of just showing off his body he actually tried getting to know his audience. He even offered advice and set up his page to encourage others to get fit. New Henry saw as the new Jorge's page was being flooded with followers. 

In every post the new Henry would post something along the lines of... "give me my body and life back." But, still the new Jorge never responded. Instead followers of the page mocked him for being crazy.

Days turned to weeks and weeks into months. The new Henry realized he wasn't ever gonna get his body back. His savings were running low, so he new what he had to do. He felt gross and disgusting but, he made a video. He bought some food and began binge eating. "Hey, guys sorry I've been away awhile... but, I'm back." He began to eat and play with his fat in front of the camera. He began get hard from all sorts of praise.

He loved reading the comments praising his obese body. He loved the conversation he has with people about gaining weight. It made him want to get fatter. Five years went by as he accepted himself as Herny. He would check in on Jorge every once in a while. Jorge kept up his body and continued to get even more ripped. His nicer personality lead him to becoming a top Onlyfans page.

One day Henry was ready to make his new video celebrating reaching 400lbs. As soon as he posted it... there was a message from Jorge. "I'm glad to see you're happy in your new body. I'm happy in mine. Luckily it turned out for the best for both of us."

Henry could feel his blood boil. After all these years he finally reaches out. But, he sighs there was nothing he could do know. Yes, he'd like to get his body back. But, it's been years... if there was anything that could undo this he would have found it by now. The only thing he could do was continue to love the body he was in. "Thanks man I appreciate it. Maybe we could could meet up in person. I'd love to please my old body." Henry texted.

Jorge responded. "LOL luck for you fat bodies still turn me on. I'd love to fuck that fat body of your."

So, the two men reunited. And, unlike there first meeting, they embraced turned on by each other's bodies. Henry expirenced new things and sensation casued by his fat body. Jorge loved feeling his strength manhandled his old body. As they lied next to each other, the last piece of the puzzle feel into place. Looking into each others eyes, being close to each other just felt right.

Swapping Sentences: Fit for Trial

(Hello, everybody! I hope you all like this story. It's one of a two part collaboration with the incredible @swap-meet. His part should be up within the coming day so, be on the look out. Without further to do here we go...)

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know how it got to that point. But, I hated my life. I was trapped in a feeder - feedee relationship.

All I knew was that I never wanted that for my life. I missed being fit. Being able to do things I couldn't anymore. I missed going to work ... instead of sitting at home, watching tv and eating non stop. I misssd my old life. But over the course of the past 5 years, I've become just some kinky abomination for my boyfriend.

Mark was perfect at the start. He was very loving and always wanted to take me out to eat for our dates. It started with him encouraging me to eat little more. And once I moved in, he wanted me to stop going to the gym so, we could spend more time together. Before I knew it I had a starter gut.

That's when he said he had a feeder kink. But, I was so in love with him and how he treated me. I let him get me fat. As time went on, however; he becoming less loving. Eventually, he only saw me as a weird sex object. I became way fatter than I wanted. I told him I wanted to stop but he only became more aggressive. Telling me that one day he'll make me immobile. The worst part is I couldn't leave him. I was tied to him emotionally, socially, and financially.

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So, I did something crazy. I downloaded a new app called Mutual Swap. I knew nobody was gonna wanna be in my fat body, so I used an old picture of myself ... from before I started dating Mark. I felt bad about lying. But, it wasn't like I planned on making the swap permanent ... I just needed a break.

Then I met Jordan, through the app. His profile picture was incredibly hot. The way he drank in luxury. The way he leaned back, showing off his body. He had the life I wanted. And, I couldn't believe he wanted to swap bodies with me. But, to be fair, he was looking at an old picture of me. I didn't get my hopes up, though.

You see, Mutual Swaps has a safety feature that allows any of the people involved to end a swap earlier than the agreed upon time. So, I had tried swaping bodies before, through the app. But, as soon as someone saw they were in my real body, they swapped back, immediately. So with Jordan I thought, Fuck it. It's still worth a try. Even a second in some else's body was worth it.

I got comfortable and sat up in bed. And pushed the button, agreeing to the swap. I waited a few seconds. Then I saw that he also confirmed. My vision went black.

As, I woke up. I looked around and I was in a beautiful hotel. My new body was perfect. I couldn't wait to have some fun. A few minutes passed and I was surprised that Jordan hasn't forced us to swap back. I thought I got lucky, with an an understanding guy. Until, there was a big bang at the door. The door cracks open, as police swarm my room. At that moment, I realized why he didn't swap back. He didn't want to go to jail.

"Jordan Rogers you are under arrest." They proceeded to handcuff me. They read me my rights. But, I tried to explain the situation, to them. I begged them to search the phone. However, the asshole set a timer to digitally fry it. Everything was scrubbed off the phone, including the app and all our talks of setting up the body swap.

Jordan obviously pissed them off. They are treating me like I'm one of the worst people on earth. They keep telling me I'm going away for the rest of my life. Everytime I try to tell them the truth, about the body swap ... I get roughed up. They think I'm trying to build an insanity case. But, I just want my body back. I can't survive prison. I don't even know the crimes I'm paying for, but they can't be good. My trail is gonna start next month. So, I guess that is when I'll learn the crimes I'm being made to pay. Now, I'm just sitting in a jail cell wishing I never downloaded that app, in the first place.

TF Story Exchange: Can a Friendship Survive Swapmas?

@thegreatstoryteller I feel extremely greatful to have gotten a chance to write a story for you, this year. I have always loved your work. I wish you the best this holiday season and a great upcoming year. And, I hope I pleased you with this story!

Ned stared at the screen, as minutes passed by. His mind filled with worry. The same worry that always plagued his life. He couldn't help it; it was part of his DNA. Every choice in his life was a never ending debate of possibilities. Even this morning, he spent 30 minutes deciding whether or not he should eat a bowl of cereal. The same breakfast he had for the past 10 years. So, why wouldn't this decision be harder to make? The one that's currently staring right back at him through the screen.

A sense of pride hit was beaming through him. He was able to find it. It took months but he was able to find it. He was able to find a way to give his friend the best Christmas present in the world. A chance to finally be happy. A chance to give his friend a new life ... one that Ned really thought his friend deserved. He searched the dark web and now he was one click away from buying a body transformation serum. A serum that gives the drinker the body of their dreams. A few more moments pass and he weighed the outcomes. And, he clicks to confirm the payment. The page crashed. And, he searched for it again and again. But, nothing showed up. His stomach knotted up, as 10,000 dollars would leave his bank account. And, a part of him instantly became scared that he just got scammed.

Meanwhile, Theodore came walking through the front door of the apartment. His heart was broken once again, as he sulked through the apartment. The events of the night replayed in his head over and over again. Theodore knew that a night like tonight would be another reason, of many, to support the fact that his life sucked. He saw Ned on the computer. Ned's worry died as he saw the hurt in his friend's eyes.

"Hey, how did it go." Ned said with a huge amount of concern. But, Theodore just walked past him and straight into his room. Ned sat in the tense silence again debating if he should go talk to his friend or not. Ned cursed at himself for even having to think about this. Of course the right answer was to go comfort his friend.

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They were more than friends. They were best friends. Ever since grade school they were inseparable. While the other kids played house or sports, the two of them would play make believe. They'd pretend to live in their fantasy world. Where the two of them could be wizards that had magical powers, space agents looking for alien life, or one of the other many possibilities. Of course it wasn't all fun and games. They were constantly picked on a lot for being weak, scrawny, and dorky looking.

And, things just kept getting worse. Once middle school came, it was constantly filled with bullies that would harass them at any given moment. They spent many days eating lunch in their science teachers class room. They spent a lot of time running home after school. Although, they both hated it ... Theodore took it harder.

"I hate myself, Ned. Why are we like this? Why do we play nerdy video games, see baby shows .... Why are we nerds? Why aren't we stronger? Why can't we just be like the other boys..." Theodore would complain.

"Theodore, we don't need to be like them. You're cool like this. You're smart and they don't get that. One day they are gonna be working for us." Ned laughed to cheer up his friend.

But, for Theodore ... Those words didn't make things better. And, as they got to high-school, things would get a lot more complicated. The same guys that would bully them, in elementary and middle school, now became jocks. Their body's transforming due to the effects of puberty and working out. But, both Ned and Theodore stayed their scrawny nerdy selves. The bullying continued and the resentment Theodore had towards himself grew. But, all Ned needed was their friendship in order to survive this period of his life.

"I don't get it Ned, guys like them ... they don't deserve the bodies they have. They're villains. We are good guys. If we had bodies like that ... we'd be heroes." Theodore would constantly say. And, Ned would just listen. He would realize he loved Theodore. He would begin to write in his journal ... about their lives together. At the same time, Theodore was realizing there was more than just jealousy towards the "cool" guys. Watching them in the locker rooms and having their bodies pressed against him, was turning him on. He also was realizing he was gay.

Both of these young men tried to keep it a secret. But, it wouldn't stay so. Ned journal would get taken and copies of the pages would flood the halls of the school. As a result, the two boys would be outed and even more made to be outcast. They also had to work on maintaining their friendship. Theodore was furious at Ned. And, Ned felt a tremendous level of guilt. But, at the end of the day ... all they had were each other. Theodore made it clear that Ned wasn't his type. And, Ned needed to learn to be okay with that. But, despite all the mess, their friendship only grew stronger. And of course being to gay young man ... they still played around together.

Now, they were both roommates sharing an apartment as they tackled college. And, Ned finally saw hope. They had made it through the rough years. The bullying had stopped. They've found people and places that accept the gay nerds they were. So what if they don't get invited to traditional parties? They are a step closer to being the version of themselves Ned always knew they'd be one day.

But, Theodore did not see it that way. He continued to try and be something he wasn't. He'd go to the gym for short sprints of time ... to get that jock body. He'd try and get invited to frat parties. He still held on to the dream that he could change who he was. No matter what his genes or mind said, Theodore had a strong feeling that his life shouldn't be like this. He should be cool; he was born in the wrong body.

Seeing his friend grow more and more depressed as the years went on, Ned knew he had to do something. And, that's what led him down his months-long journey to find the transformation serum. And, all of this was the reason he knew he had to walk into that room and comfort his friend.

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"Hey, so ... um ... what happened?" Ned asked as he poked his head in to comfort his friend.

"I don't want to talk about it." Theodore said as his face laid into his bed.

"Come on ... it can't be that bad. So, he said no? There are other guys out there." Ned tried to reassure his friend.

"No, man ... It's bad. I really thought James was different." Theodore sighed.

"Why, what did he do?" Asked Ned.

"He was just like the rest. Maybe worst. I thought this whole time ... he might actually like me. I know I'm scrawny and weak. But, I thought he'd like a twink like me. But, these gym 'bros' always suck. At least the others were straight up. They'd make a proposition like me doing homework for a chance to touch them. But, James has been tricking me this whole time. Only he didn't have the guts to tell me upfront. Another dumbass jock that wanted his homework done. Worst is that he's straight. He couldn't stop laughing at me for thinking ... I thought he actually liked me." Theodore vented.

"Theodore ... that sucks. But, come on man ... we can't attract jocks. We are the definition of nerdy guys. There are plenty of guys that would like you. But, they aren't gonna be at the gym full of university jocks." Ned tried to help.

"I don't know Ned ... I just hate my life. I love you for always being there. And, I know what you are saying is true. But, this is just not right. I look at myself and feel like I should be ... no ... I need to be something else ... someone else." Theodore sighed.

Ned debated telling Theodore about the serum. He knew he should wait until it actually arrived. "Well it's no use just sitting and crying about it. Come on ... we have dungeons and dragons today. Let's get going ... slaying a dragon will get you in a better mood." Ned smiled. And, Theodore put on a weak smile.

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The days passed as Christmas got closer. And, Ned walked up to the apartment to see a small package sitting at the front door. His heart raced as he picked it up and brought it inside. He opened it up and saw a clear vial glowing with dimmed blue light. The colors were almost hypnotizing and inviting. He slowly picked up the vial and heard a voice telling him to drink it. He instantly knew what this was and was relieved that the 10,000 dollars was scammed out of him.

The sound of the door behind him snapped him back to reality. He turned to see Theodore, still sad with the constant reminder that he would never be happy in his own body. Ned shook his head and remembered who the gift was for, his friend. So, he hid the vial in his hand and walked to Theodore's bedroom door. His heart continued to race, as he took one last gulp and walked through it.

"Theodore ... I have to tell you something." Ned said as his heart raced through his chest.

"Not now, Ned. I don't want to talk." Theodore laid on his bed, as depressed thoughts raced through his head.

Ned raised his voice, not in anger, but in a frustrated excitement. "Theodore! It's important! Please..."

Theodore was shocked to hear his friend. Ned would hardly raise his voice like that Theodore sighed to look over at his friend. "What ... what do you want?"

Ned's heart continued to race and his face was red for giving the small outburst. "Um ... well ... um ... I was gonna wait for Christmas but, seeing you depressed like this ... I don't think I should wait." Ned raised the vial.

Theodore looked at the vial with the same hypnotized look that Ned had only moments ago. He sat up on his bed and slowly moved towards his friend. His hand carefully reached out and he took it from Ned's hand. "What is this..." Theodore said in a trance-like state.

"I know this is gonna sound crazy but ... I promise you this is real. It's ... um ... a potion ... to give you the body of your dreams." Ned's gulped hoping his friend wouldn't think he was crazy. But, Theodore knew it had to be true, as the voices in the vial began to talk to him. "Drink it. Drink it and have your dreams come true." The voices hissed. And, without saying a word Theodore opened the vial and drank it.

Ned looked in shock, as Theodore did it without hesitation. "How do you feel?" He gasped. Theodore just looked blankly. "I don't know ... I don't feel anything." He began to say as he felt a burning sensation growing in his stomach.

Theodore's eyes began to glow in the same dimmed blue light from the vial. Ned looked on in horror, as he saw the veins throughout Theodore's body begin to glow in a similar blue light. And then, Theodore fell onto the floor. He yelled out in pain, as the burning sensation grew and spread throughout his body. "Oh my God, oh my God ..." Ned cried out not knowing what to do. Theodore's body fell flat, as his body began to seize. His body moved as if things were crawling inside of him. His muscles were flexing and relaxing. His bones were breaking and reforming. He screamed for it to stop and fell into unconsciousness.

Ned looked in horror. The thought that he killed his friend began to fill his mind. He rushed down to flip Theodore on his back. He placed his hand on Theodore's chest and felt his heart racing incredibly fast ... as if it was going to explode. His body was still seizing and his skin moving. The sounds of bones breaking could still be heard. But, now there was shifting.

The look of shock began to fade, as Ned saw his friend transforming right in front of his eyes. The heat of the transformation began to tan Theodore's pasty skin. With each flex, Theodore's body inflated like a muscular balloon. His arms and legs flexed with power. His abs became chiseled from the blank canvass of his stomach. His pecs ballooned up. His shoulders become broad and strong. His face lost the nerdy qualities, as it became more chiseled and angular. His hairless body looked good stretched by the new muscle. And, his face was graced with a new beard that added to his new manly charm. He wasn't the same 5'6 lanky freshman nerd. Now he could pass as any of the other 6'4 alpha jocky seniors.

As the transformations ended, the glow in Theodore's body began to fade. But, he still remained unconscious. Ned looked in awe and blushed as he could see his friend's new body, especially since Theodore's clothes have been ripped from the growth of the transformation. An equally impressive cock hung from his exposed pelvis. Ned pushed on his muscular chest. "Hey ... um ... Theodore ... are you okay."

Ned began to awake to the voice of his friend. And, the weak force of being pushed on the chest. He felt his pecs flex as a response to being touched. But, his mind was still recovering from passing out and a fog of confusion clouded his mind. "Fuck! What happened?" He groaned in a deep new baritone. He jumped into a sitting position as he held his new muscular throat. "What's wrong with my voice?" He looked over at Ned. Ned looked back and just smiled "It worked!"

Theodore looked down at his body. He gasped. He began to rub his hands along the curves of his muscles. His cock began to harden, as he took in his new body. He was like a Greek statue that was carved by the gods themselves. He jumped up and ran to the mirror. His cock slapped against his thighs as he did. He felt his heart glow with pure happiness; he could cry. His face was perfect. He looked like the version of himself that he always wished for. This was his dream body.

Ned walked into the restroom after him, now towered by his friend. And, Theodore just turned around to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you." He cheered as he lifted Ned up. "I don't know how I'll ever pay you back."

"Maybe you can let me play with that cock." Ned laughed as a joke like they'd normally do. Even though there wasn't a chance for a relationship ... They both were young gay men. And, getting dates was hard so it wasn't strange for them to help each other out. But, Theodore felt a pit of disgust in his stomach. "Um ... sure man ... I guess ... it's the least I can do." Theodore said.

Ned smiled as he led Theodore back to the couch. Ned began to rub Theodore's body. He moaned, "Fuck I can't believe I'm actually rubbing the body of a jock."

Theodore felt weirded out. "Um ... yeah ... it feels good." He nervously laughed. His muscles flexed in discomfort, as Ned moved towards his cock. With Ned's hand wrapped around the cock. Theodore's cock began to get limp. There was absolutely no pleasure in having Ned worship him. "What's wrong ... you know I give the best hand jobs." Ned joked just thinking his friend must be tired. "You're probably exhausted from the transformation."

Theodore peps up as he finds a reason to end this. "Yeah, you're right ... I'm feeling really drained and my body is still kinda sore ... I should probably go to sleep." He lies and does a fake yawn. He stood up and walked into his room.

Ned looked disappointed but understood. "Maybe ... I can worship you later. " He weakly smiled. But, Theodore didn't respond. Ned just sighed but was glad his friend was finally happy. He turned on some TV but, moments later he heard deep manly grunting coming from Theodore's room. Part of him felt confused and the other part felt hurt.

Theodore in his room laid in his bed. His mind flooded with images of his new body. He closed his eyes and got hard feeling his new strength. His hand wrapped around his thick long cock. New images began to fill his head. For the first time, the thought of naked women graced his mind. He imagined touching their curvy bodies and sucking on thier breast. He'd imagined shoving his massive cock into their pussies and stretch them out. He pumped faster and faster. His bed creaked under his muscular weight. He couldn't help but groan in pleasure. His cock erupted in a burst of cum. Laying down, he catches his breath. He rubs the cum onto his thighs.

Energy rushed through his body. And, he knew what he needed. He got his gym clothes that were now tight on him and perfect for showing off his body. He rushed out of his room and headed to the gym. Ned tried to call out as he left the door but Theodore was too fast.

Theodore went to the gym and it was the first time he walked in there with confidence. He walked up to different machines and tested the amount of weight he could do with each. Other gym bros looked at him and gave him nods to show they were impressed. He smiled as he nodded back. A few of the frat guys walked up to him. They were impressed and asked for tips to get a body like his. He was shocked as he began to talk about knowledge of working out that he never had. He even joined in when they talked about hot girls, working out at the gym, and other topics he used to have little to no interest in. Finally he felt like one of the guys.

As the night came to an end, a group frat guys, that were keeping an eye on him, invited him out for drinks. He was beyond happy, as he agreed to hang out with them. He walked into the bar and people just came up to him; girls that thought he was hot and guys that were just impressed by him. The frat guys looked at him like he could potentially be a new recruit. And, this new life of meeting and hanging out with people would continue into the following weeks.

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Both men would realize that reality started shifting. The old Theodore never existed. He was always this hunky popular jock. Him being roommates with Ned was a glitch in the computers system. Him hanging out with his nerdy friends was due to bets he lost, with Ned. The only person that remembered the truth were Ned and Theodore.

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Theodore was getting ready to head out to party, as Ned walked into the room. "Where are you going ... it's D&D night. We still have to get the rest of the gang to remember you." Ned said with a worried tone.

"Ned! They don't remember me. They think I just lost bets to you and was forced to play. We can try to get them to remember later. But, I just want to go and party. I want to hit on girls. Those frat guys wanted to talk to me again ... I can't waste this body and not do the things I've always wanted to do."

"What girls? You're gay?" Ned said shocked.

"I'm not any more ... i don't really get it. But, i think my dream body is straight. I always thought it would be easier to live as a straight man ... so I guess thr vial even took that into consideration." Theodore explained.

"You know what? Fine! Just go ... be magically straight and have fun." Ned said annoyed. "But, you are still going with me to get presents for the gang tomorrow right ..."

"Yeah, sure ... just get out of my room" Theodore brushed him off.

Ned went off to play D&D. The thought of losing his friend filled his mind. All the missed lunch dates, not sitting together in class, and Theodore hardly being home ... made Ned regret what he did. He should have never gotten that transformation serum.

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The next day they both went to the mall together. Ned was excited to finally spend time with his friend. But, the whole day, Theodore was distracted on his phone, texting girls and getting details on parties happening tonight. Ned even caught Theodore stealing glances at his reflection. Everytime Ned would ask about a gift, Theodore would respond with "Sure whatever. And, as the time passed, Ned just got more and more annoyed. "Let's just go." He said after having enough.

"Good, I really couldn't stand this nerdy shit." Theodore yawned and stretched, as he was ready to go.

Ned waited until they got to the parking lot. "Your an ass ... you know that" He yelled.

"Bro, what the fuck is your problem. And for the last time ... I go by Theo now!" Theo yelled back.

"Really! BRO? Am I your Bro? Cause you could have fooled me. If you didn't want to come with me and do this nerdy shit! You could have just said so." Ned shouted back.

Theodore realizes what he said. But, it was true ... he didn't care about the things he used to he. He wondered if he even cared about them in the first place. Or was it just a product of looking nerdy and trying to fit in with the people he looked like. All he knew was that he finally be the man he always wanted to be. "Bro, it's nothing like that ... we are just different now. I mean ... it was bound to happen. Look at you and then look at me. We dont exactly fit in each others lives anymore. " Theo explained, poorly.

"What the hell does that mean? You don't want to be my friend anymore ... are you too cool now? Fuck ... THEO ... I guess fine ... you can have your wish. I'll leave you alone. Well just live two separate lives. And, then next year when you graduate ... I'll never see you again. Is that what you want?"

Theo felt bad. He still had these memories with Ned. But, he knew ... no matter how much it sucked ... they had nothing in common anymore. Maybe it was best for them to split ways. "It's okay Ned, I know your angry. I can never repay you for this life you gave me. But, it's true ... I don't think I can be your friend anymore. I was gonna tell you. I got accepted into the frat... I was going to be moving out anyways. You know, being around guys like myself. And, then switching my degree to sports medicine so I can be a trainer. Also, I have this girl I've been seeing. So ... I'll always remember you. But, I don't know were to fit you in my life." He sighed and paused. He didn't want it to end like this. He didn't want to make a scene. But, he knew he wasn't going to change. And, he knew that Ned wasn't going to change. He started again. "And, here take the keys to drive home. I'm going to the bar and I'll Uber back." Theodore sighed ... a bit disheartened that he isn't as sad as he should have been. He's losing his lifelong friend. But, he could see no other path.

Theodore began to walk away. "Fuck you Theo ... Theodore ... whoever the fuck you are." Ned said, as he walked to the car.

Theodore walked back to the edge of the mall and saw his new frat bros. "Yo bro, what the fuck was that about?" One of them ask.

"Oh, it's just some nerd ... you know how they can be ..." He weakly laughed.

"Hey, isn't he that fag ...yeah ... he's that loser. He's always checking you out. And, stalking you. We should teach him a lesson." Another adds.

"No ... guys ... let's just go get a drink. Look at him ... he can't hurt anyone." He tries to stop his bros. But, they ignore him and head towards Ned.

They begin to harass him and call him names. Theo is in the back looking at it all happened. They call him fag. They push him against the car and punch his stomach. Ned looked at Theodore with a sense of being betrayed. Theo looks away and hears Ned's cries of pain. He can't take it ... as his heart races. His hands ball up. Finally, deep emotion reaches his heart. He can't let his best friend go through this. He can't become the bully he always hated. It was his time to be the hero that deserved a body like his.

"Hey, Theo get a punch in ... show this fag you want nothing to do with him." His posse laughed.

Theo released his punch. Ned closed his eyes fearing the punch from his ex friend. But, the punch never came. Instead one of the jocks cried out. Ned opened his eyes to see Theo fighting off the bullies. The surprise attack gave him an advantage. "Hurry up and get to the car." He yelled to Ned. Ned ran.

The tides began to turn as the three guys begin to over power Theo. Theo took. punches to the face and body. But, he didn't know how much more he could take. Then a honk of a horn rang through the parking lot, as Ned charged the car towards the direction of the fight. The frat guys ran off, as Ned stopped in time. "We'll get you fags later." They yelp.

"Get in." Ned yells to Theo.

Theo stumbles to the car. Ned, quickly, drives drives off. And, they sit in silence.

"Thanks for coming back for me." Theo coughs.

"Well, thanks for saving me." Ned tears up.

"I'm sorry it was my fault ... if i never hung out with them ... they wouldn't have done that." Theo says guiltily.

"I mean you couldn't have known ... but, I'm sorry you lost your new friends and chance to be in the frat." Ned also says guiltily

"I mean who needs friends like them ... when I got a life time of memories with you." Theo smiles.

"But, your right we have nothing in common anymore ... heck you're not even gay anymore." Ned frowns.

Theo thinks hard. "We'll why don't we go play video games ... you still like call of duty right." Theo continues to smile.

Ned perks up. "Yeah!? Do you?"

"I mean yeah it got guns and killing shit with your bros ... so I guess we still got video games in common ... and we can work from there. And, yeah I might be straight. But, I've learned a lot of guys at the gym like twinky guys like you. I can hook you up." Theo smiles.

"That would be great ... so what does this mean? Are we are still friends?" Ned shyly says.

Theodore sighs, "If you still want to be ... I'm sorry with how I was acting. I let being cool go to my head. I won't lie our friendship might be a bit different ... but it been one we had for years. I'm still willing to make this work. And, trust I got other peeps I've been hanging out with ... not just those assholes. Some of them are actually really cool and wouldn't mind hanging out with you. I can get us invited to parties and shit." He paused and looked out the windoe. "I'm not like them ... the frat guys. I guess I was just blinded my suddenly being cool. I was excited that people wanted to hangout with me. But, I wasn't asking if they were decent enough to hang out with." Theo apologized.

"I mean ... I guess I understand. And, i forgive you. And, I don't want to give up on our friendship either ... so yeah ... we are still friends. And, Maybe your coolness can rub off on me." Ned laughed.

Theo rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Maybe ... but it would take a miracle." He tussled Ned's hair. As the two friends drove back to their apartment. Their lives and friendship might be different but, they new they'd make it work out some how.

Andrew's Holiday Part 2 (An Interactive Story)

Part 1 Part 3

Andrew's mind raced as he lied next to Oscar, on the bed. He wondered why he felt so conflicted. He felt this strong duty pull on his heart. A duty to go home and to face his father. But, then another set of ideas would flood his mind. How, even at this moment, he wanted to be alone. He didn't want to disappoint people anymore. And, if he just stayed at school, he could be free. Free to spend his winter depressed, feeding that sadness that has been growing in him for months. His mind began to spiral. He felt his soul falling through the endless black void of his mind. His heart beating faster, his eyes holding back the forming tears. The deeper his consciousness fell down this path of thought, the more alarms triggered in his body. He was gonna crash and hard. He'd have a panic attack. His mind raced for a solution. But Andrew saw a light in the darkness.

Oscar. He could see an image through the dark void. He could hear Oscar's calming voice. He could feel the echoed warmth of his touch. Even without trying, Oscar was able to save Andrew from his own thoughts. Andrew opened his eyes and looked next to him. There, Oscar laid. His eyes closed, and his hand rested on his stomach. It has been minutes since he asked Andrew his question. But, there was no awkwardness in the silence. Oscar knew Andrew. He's been with him through many panic attacks. He knew Andrew could get lost in his mind. He knew how much Andrew hated his own brain. But Oscar didn't see Andrew as Andrew saw himself. Where Andrew saw himself as an overthinker who hindered his ability to accomplish his goals in life, Oscar saw a man who thought deeply before he acted. A man who was kind-hearted and full love. A man who has amazing potential to accomplish anything.

Andrew reached out to touch Oscar's hand. The electricity of the touch shooting through Andrew's racing mind. He could hear the voice in his head telling him to just say it. "I'll go with." He blurted out. His heart stopped. He saw Oscar open his eyes and smile. And with the smile, Andrew's consciousness was flung out of the void. The bright light of peace and love wrapped him up.

Oscar shot up. "Wait! What did you say." He smiled as he sat on the bed. His voice had a hint of teasing and curiosity. An urge to make sure he actually heard what he thought Andrew said. And a selfish need to hear Andrew say it again.

Andrew giggled and gave Oscar a playfully push on his shoulders. "I'll go home with you." He said, wiping the residual tears from his eyes. Oscar wrapped his arms around Andrew. "I promise we are gonna have fun. And, I'm glad you are not going to be anywhere near your dad." He gave Andrew a delicate kiss on the cheek. "So, how can I help you pack for tonight?"

"Tonight?" Andrew puzzled. "Yeah, I'm leaving back home tonight." Oscar smiled. "But ... I haven't packed anything and changing a plane ticket this late ... it's gonna be a hassle." Oscar shook his head with slight amusement. "Don't worry. Just focus on packing. I'll handle the plane ticket." Oscar's words put out the sparks of worry in Andrew. "I got this." Oscar said as he pulled away and got off the bed. "I got some other stuff of my own to take care of, so I'll be back in a bit." Oscar grabbed his stuff from the nightstand and walked out of the dorm, flashing one last smile at Andrew.

Andrew began to pack. He was able to sit with his decision alone. And, the more he sat with it, the better he felt with his decision. He didn't know a lot about Oscar's family, but he was already imagining all the cheesy romantic stuff he'd do with Oscar. The day dreaming ended when Oscar walked into the room. His face with a big smile as he handed Andrew the plane ticket.

"I told you I'd take care of it. But, to he honest, getting it changed was a hassle. So, I just bought a new ticket." Oscar stretched at being proud of helping his boyfriend out. Andrew looked at the ticket and noticed it was for first class.

"Oscar! What did you do! You didn't need to get me a first-class ticket." Andrew worried. "It's okay! Now you can sit next to me!" Oscar smiled back. "Oscar, that's a lot of money..." Andrew began to say before Oscar cut in. "Trust me ... it's no problem." Oscar began to feel like maybe he did something wrong. Andrew was able to see this, and he sighed away his worry. His worries that Oscar would go to extremes to show his love even if it hurt himself. They were both college students ... he saw how they both struggled financially. But, he pushed those thoughts down. "No, don't feel bad. It's just me stressing out. But I love it! I've never been in first class!"

They spent the rest of their day packing. Then they drove to the airport. They boared the plane. Andrew felt impressed with Oscar. Away from the school environment, there was something regal about him. The way he interacted with the employees. The way he looked right at home in first class. While everything impressed Andrew, Oscar had the I've been here, and I've done that type of attitude. Getting off the plane, Oscar put his arm around Andrew. He gave him a kiss.

"Young Master Amari, welcome home." an older man says as he walked over to Oscar. Oscar smiles and greets the man. "What..." Andrew says, but his too shocked to finish. Oscar just pulls him, "Hurry, let's get out of the cold." He laughs as he leads Andrew to a magnificent black car. The type of car is made to carry someone important. During the car ride, Oscar and the older man would continue to talk. They would catch up, and Andrew would talk when prompted. But, worse were the moments of silence when the conversation would die down. What did he get himself into. Who the fuck was Oscar. They began to leave the city and enter the snow-covered woods. The road twisted and turned. Then Andrew looked in shock, as up ahead thier was a gate gaured by a security outpost and passed that laid a 3 story mansion glowing like a star in the darkness.

Andrew's Holiday Part 3 (An Interactive Story)

Part 1 Part 2

Andrew stared in awe, shock, and a strange sense of betrayal. "Is this your home?" Oscar sensed Andrew's true emotions despite the awe reflected in his eyes. Worry crept into Oscar as he questioned whether revealing his family's wealth to Andrew was a mistake. "No... Just our winter home." The words slipped out, and Oscar winced in embarrassment, contemplating the impact on their relationship. Would Andrew be intimidated, or worse, would Andrew only like him for the money.

A pit grew in Andrew's stomach as he questioned his decision to come. Anxiety raced through him, filled with doubts and fears. The self-doubt intensified, convincing him he wasn't good enough for Oscar. The voice that had warned him about the relationship echoed loudly. The car halted at the foot of a small stairway, leading to the front door.

Oscar exits the car, grabbing his bag, while Anders, the old man, attempts to assist. "Young Master! I can get those." Oscar declines with a smile of amused annoyance. "I got it, old man... you need to rest." As he gathers his bags and ascends the stairs, Andrew follows suit, still in a state of shock. Upon reaching the entrance, the door swings open, revealing a silver fox of a man with open arms. "Oscar! Welcome home!" he exclaims with a slight accent, resembling an older, more chiseled version of Oscar in his mid-40s. His well-maintained physique shows minimal signs of aging, except for the grey in his hair.

"I'm happy to see you, too... Baba," Oscar says, his face turning red in embarrassment. "Baba, this is Andrew." Oscar's father looks over, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, young man. I've heard you won my son's heart." Andrew blushes at the comment. "Um... I hope so," he responds, reaching for a firm handshake.

Entering the home was another moment of pure disbelief for Andrew. Oscar's father smiles like the entertainer he is. "Oscar, get yourself and Andrew situated, and meet me and your mother for dinner. I've got some things I must do," he says before walking off. "Oh, and we do have guests over..." The words echoed with a sense of hatred.

Oscar led both of them to his bedroom, an oasis from all the extravagant features of the rest of the mansion. The room resembled that of an average, slightly nerdy young man, with the only exception being its unusually large size, spacious enough to be divided into two decent-sized rooms. Video game posters and memorabilia adorned the walls, a large bed occupied one corner, and a gaming setup was arranged against another. Bookshelves and dressers filled up additional space. Andrew made his way to the bed and sat down, silent throughout. Oscar, noticing Andrew's quietness, settled into his gaming chair. "So... what are you thinking?" he asked.

"What the hell, Oscar! What is all of this?! Why didn't you tell me any of this before?" Andrew finally exclaimed. Oscar puts his forehead into his hand. "I'm sorry... I should have. I get it's a lot to take in. But, I just want you to know... the me you know at school... that is me. I'm not different or lying to you about anything. Honestly, my dad... all this... it's too much even for me." Oscar sighed.

Andrew sighed back and lifted his head with a smile. "Typical rich boy... 'I have too much money,'" he teased. "I'm not gonna lie, but this is all too much. And, I wish I knew sooner. But, it also explains why I never felt good enough for you. I mean, how could I be?" He let out a laugh, masking the inner sadness.

Oscar stops him. "Hey! Don't say that... you are more than enough. I love you! I'm probably the most real when I'm with you." He moves to the bed and wraps his arm around Andrew. Andrew smiles and leans into Oscar. "You always know what to say... you stupid face." He wipes a bit of wetness from his eye. "And, I guess having a secretly rich boyfriend isn't so bad... now you can be my sugar daddy." He teases. Oscar smiles and shakes his head in response. "I'll be your sugar daddy, but you better start earning your money." He winks and kisses Andrew's cheek. "Maybe you can help wash me up for dinner."

The two men walk into the connected restroom. The bathroom is big in its own right. Unlike the room, the bathroom is obviously made to match the rest of the house. The two stumble into the bathroom as they hold each other. Their faces locked in an intense make-out. Oscar takes off his shirt and moves to take off Andrew's. Both men hands hungrily feel each other up. Andrew takes off his pants and underwear. His cock hard. He kneels down and does the same for Oscar. Oscar's cock springs out and taps Andrew's face. Andrew holds Oscar's cock and sucks the head. Oscar moans out. He picks up Andrew and walks him into the shower. The warm water washes over them and adds a lustful glow to their body. Leaning Andrew against a wall, Oscar guides his cock into Andrew's ass. His arm wraps around and begin to pumps Andrew cock, as his own hips thrust. The two men fuck faster with each pump. The feelings of ecstasy spreeds over them until they both explode in orgasm.

They share smiles and giggles. "Damn, that was good," Oscar sighs in bliss. "Well, I have to keep my sugar daddy happy," Andrew teases. Oscar smiles, saying, "Yeah, but I'm still Oscar... don't treat me differently because of this." Andrew giggles, finding joy in being the one to comfort Oscar now. "I know, just teasing. But I love pushing your buttons, so maybe I won't stop, Daddy Big Bucks," he laughs. Oscar rolls his eyes. The two men finish getting ready and head off for dinner.

One Gift Can Change the World

(A story written for @tf-lover for the annual story exchange)

The world was a blur, as Erica zoomed by. She was driving home in a rush. The day had dragged on, and her professor was the cherry on top of pile shit that today had turned out to be. Unfortunately, her ass of a professor wasn't the only problematic man she had to face. On a daily basis, there was a parade of men that would at best annoy her and, at worst, make her wish she was not a girl. Don't get me wrong. She loved being a girl. Well, she loved being a Tom Girl. But even with her best attempt of dressing and acting tough, there were always guys trying to hit on her ... make her act like “a real woman,” Stop hiding her beauty by dressing like a “dyke,” and let a man protect her. But, she didn't need a man’s protection. She'd taken out guys twice her size. But, all people saw when they looked at her was a small and weak 4’9 girl.

Although, she wouldn't lie. She often fantasized about being a man. And, not just any man. She wanted to be seen tough on the outside like she felt on the inside. Yeah, if she was a man, she'd wanted to be ripped and muscled out. She'd want to be the epitome of strength. She'd want to look like she worked out every day of her life. She'd smile at the fact that men would finally leave her alone. She wouldn't get hit on. Her professor wouldn't even dare criticize her. And, if he did ... she beat the living shit out of him without breaking a sweat.

As she drove home, she let these ideas carry her to her happy place. Gaming. The only solace she had from reality. She could play as a manly warrior. She could be the cool space soldier with undoubted authority. She could play with the boys and not be thought of as some girl. She never even considered telling her gamer friends she was a girl. It was her little secret ... a secret made better by the fact she was better than all of them in any game they played. Thanks to the technological advancements of the late 21st and early 22nd centuries, her video game fantasies were even more of a reality. The improvements of artificial imaging, vocal mapping, and sensory mirroring in virtual reality helped to make gamers live a life in the games they played.

Now, she was speeding through traffic on her way home. She was looking forward to the only saving grace that could make this shitty day better. Today was the announcement of the newest VR game. Rumored to be the next big step in virtual reality. There have been a few clips and leaks of the game, but other than that, the games secrets have been locked up tight. All she knew of the game was that it was rumored to have true realism graphics and that if it was true ... it would be the first of its kind. She continued her way home, cursing at anything that slowed her down.

Arriving home, she ran straight to her room. “Hey, fuckers keep it down. I'm gonna be watching the announcement of the new game. And, if I'm interrupted, I'm gonna kick someone's ass.” She puffed as rushed by her roommates. With readied excitement she turned on her computer and logged onto the first stream of the announcement she could find. The screen remained black for a few seconds before flashing to life.

The screen flashed with the image of The Second Life company. Three colored triangles zoomed onto the screen. They proceed to spin around in a circle, and their points interlocked. The logo began to fade, as a man sitting at an office desk begins to get into view. The chat section began to glow abuzz. People commented their excitement, others shouted out greetings to the void, and others just threw out nonsense. “Hello! And welcome to today's announcement.” The man smiled as he spoke. His name flashed under him on the screen, Nathan Black.

The man continued to talk as he spoke with a smug grin. The attractive features of his face and those most likely underneath his suit helped fill his presence with Charisma. “History has led us to this moment. Our ancestors could only imagine what their children could have achieved. And, Human history has brought so many advancements in so many areas of science and technology. VR technology is one of these areas.Beginning in the 2010s, we entered the dark ages of VR. The first real uses and mainstream-ifacation. Over the years, new technology has been created to make these experiences even more real and personal. Now, in the great year 2130, you can play as a cartoon cat running your own cafe. Zip through space in your own spaceship. Immerse yourself in real-time team warfare. Take on cgi Dragons with your friends. Build cgi avatars to be the person you always wanted to be. Even now, data shows that 10 percent of people have decided to make VR spaces and games their true lives. Spending most of their day plugged in. 30 percent of people report a steady income from VR game economies. The future is now VR!” He stands up and begins to walk around the office. The camera moved to follow him.

“Our ancestors one hundred years ago ... had dreams. Flying cars, instant meals, teleportation services, space travel, etcetera. But, years of human conflict have stunted any progress we could have achieved. Instead, we continue to look for an escape from real life. Instead, we've put money into developing entertainment. We hope to be distracted from the world. Those numbers I've shared are only going up. With 55 percent of people interested in making a move to permanent VR or even picking up a second job in VR spaces. And, why wouldn't they? Everything our ancestors wanted, in the 21st, 20th, 19th centuries, and back to the dawn of time, is available in these VR spaces. So why not improve them to the best capabilities we can. Why not make it more real? Why not make them as indistinguishable from reality as we can? Well, we have. Everything you have seen in this announcement has not been real. It has been generated with our new console. The Second Life X.” As he says that, the walls and everything in his office disintegrate like sand blown in a strong breeze. He now stands in an open cleaning in a forest. The comment section of the stream explodes with excitement and disbelief. A group of people not believing this is real because there was just no way that graphics could be this good.

“And the first foray into this new world of VR is called Fantasy Land. The bundled game will come with the console at launch. When we developed what we are calling Real CGI ... we pondered on what genre would be the first to explore. And we thought it would be best to take it back to the earliest form of fantasy. Where knights and wizards roamed to adventure. Where fairies danced in the woods and magic was in the air. Where people would live to die as legends.”

The rest of the stream showed off new features of the game. The intensive character creation section. Erica could imagine spending days, if not weeks, just on the character creation to make her avatar the exact way she wanted it. As Nathan showed off these features, it was almost scary how real it looked. Nathan's face would morph to have different features. His body would grow and shrink to different sizes. Finally, he reverted back to himself and began to show off some spells, and they looked equally realistic. The stream ended with the surprise that the system and game would drop a week before Christmas, tomorrow.

All the excitement that built up in Erica was instantly drained. She collapsed onto her gaming chair. She let out an audible “Fuuuck!” From her room. She sat there for a few minutes and then moved to plop herself face down on the bed. “Fuck! Today couldn't just be a bit better.” As she lied there in self pity, she could hear her door squeak open. “Erica!!! Did you see it! Did you see the announcement!” She didn't even need to look up to see that her twin brother had entered the room.

She loved her brother, but right now, she wanted to be left alone. But, she could hear the excitement in his voice. And, he didn't deserve her meanness. No, Elias had to deal with meanness all his life. When they were both in the womb, Erica felt like she took all the good genes. She was smart and beautiful despite hiding it in baggy clothes. Her brother was not the brightest, and he wasn't the most attractive man in a room. He was a socially awkward geek. One that she would have to protect from bullies at school. But, now in college, he did have two things she didn't have. The ability to make real friends. Yeah, she had online friends ... but she kept a bunch of secrets from them. But, again, she didn't really like people. So, she was glad that Elias had friend making skills at the very least. So, she could spend more time alone in the virtual world. The second thing was her brother's size and strength. He was the definition of a friendly giant.

“Yeah, I heard.” She sighed and looked up at her brother. “Are you sure? Because, if you did ... you'd be more excited!” He beamed. “No, yeah, the game looked great.” She rolled her eyes. “Erica! Then why aren't you excited ... are you being sarcastic ... I can't tell. Why didn't you like the game?” Elias pleaded for an answer. “Cause, Elias, I won't be playing the game!” She yelled out. Elias jumped. “Why not? I mean, it's coming out tomorrow ... short notice. But we can go out now and wait in line for a midnight release somewhere.” Erica sighed, “It’s not because it's too soon ... it's because I don't have money to buy a new console! I thought it was gonna be a game for SL 9.” Elias looked worried. “Well that's okay ... then when you do get money ... we can go get one. So what if we have to wait a week or two.” Erica fell back onto her bed. “If only! Remember when the Second Life 9 came out ... it was completely out of stock for a year ... and then some people didn't even get it off the waitlist until 3 years later.” Elias sank on the bed next to her. He was also beginning to realize the bad news. “We could ask mom and dad ...” Erica cut him off, “They never would ... you know they are against VR, and they believe it's evil and gonna take over the world.” Elias weakly smiled, “Well ... then we hope for a miracle.” Erica, let those words sink in, “Yup, a miracle.”

Christmas Day

Erica had spent the rest of the week in a sort of depression. Now, sitting around her family as they opened presents, she couldn't get herself in the mental space to be there. Everyone was smiling and getting into the atmosphere of the day. She opened her presents like everyone else. She got dresses from her parents. She got makeup and lotions from other family members. She got a gift card from her brother, which was the only gift she liked. Christmas was another horrible day. And, when it was over, she was happy. Her and Elias began the drive back to their shared apartment. Their other roommates still gone with their families out of state.

Getting back to the apartment, she plopped onto the couch and sat down. Elias slowly approached. “I got you another present ... I thought it would be best to open away from mom and dad.” He hurried to his room and came back with a big box. “Merry Christmas!” Erica was puzzled and began to open it. “ You didn't need... Oh my fucking God! How...” She exploded with excitement, as she unwrapped the Second Life X bundle.

She ran to her room and began to plug in everything. The game loaded up, and she attached the new VR headset to her face. The logo of the company and the game flash by. She hurried to start a new game. She looked down and saw her current body in some kind of fantasy styled inn and wearing barbarian starting gear. She saw options floating around her. She instantly goes to height and begins to increase it. The world around her became slightly smaller. Now, she was standing at 6’4. She looked at her reflection in a mirror. She laughed at seeing her features on this stretched out body. She swapped her gender and felt a zap on the side of her head. She touched it as a reaction. “Fuck that hurt!” The game informed here that sensory mode had now been enabled. And, at that instant she saw her body begin to morph to look more masculine. She looked like her brother, only better looking and slimmer. As her body morphed it felt like water rippling. It felt relaxing. Then she gasped as she felt something pop out of her vagina. She reached down into her pants, noticing her clothes also were shifting to match her new body, she felt her new cock. “What the fuck ... this is new ... this game really went there!” She laughed with her same voice. She winced seeing such a girly voice coming out of this man's body. She began to explore voice options until she found one she liked. She looked at her reflection and smile. She looked like a hot fuck boy. But, she didn't want to stop there. She wanted to be a man.

She began to explore with body hair options. And increasing her muscle size by adding points to her strength stat. She found it interesting that layout her stats started as. She also found it strange that if she wanted to, she could max all her stats to 20. She maxed out her strength. She set her dexterity to 15. Her constitution maxed to 20. Her intelligence was already 17, so she didn't change it. Her wisdom was also not changed at 12. And, her charisma score of 5 was bumped to 14. Her body morphed to match every choice. She looked at her new avatar. An absolute beast of a man. Hairy, ripped, and good-looking. She was happy as she looked in the mirror. She felt her body, and it felt rock hard. Her cock was ragging in her pants. “Fuck ... is this really gonna be part of the game.” She laughed. She pondered making more changes... but she also wanted to see actual game play. Worst case she could always start a new game if she did want to make changes to the way she looked. She played the first ten minutes of the game before she felt hungry. “Too bad I still have to leave the game to eat.” She laughed.

She took off her headset, and the world was thrown out of balance. Her room looked so much smaller. She began to stumble and walk. She felt so heavy, and the floor thudded with every step. She looked down and saw her avatar from the game. She or now he was completely naked. The clothes he was wearing were torn to shreds. He let out a guttural yell instead of a scream. “Erica! Is that you!” Elias barged into the room. He looked at the naked barbarian in front of him, hung like a horse. “Ahhhhh!” Elias screamed.

Erica rushed to him. Not knowing his own strength, he knocked them both to the floor. He covered Elias’ mouth to stop the screaming. “It's me ... it's Erica!.” He shouted in a deep voice. Elias fainted. When he came to, he saw the giant man taking care of him. If this man was bad ... why was he still here. It couldn't be... “Erica ...” He let out. Erica turned to see her brother awake. “Yeah ... it's me.” He spoke, his voice rumbling the air with his deep voice. “What happened?” Elias squeaked.

The big man pointed to the screen. The news was on. A woman spoke as the words “breaking news” flashed on the screen. “Reports are still coming in of Body Transformations throughout the country and world. Authorities are confirming that the cause is the new Second Life X console. It is also believed that the company has purposefully set this bio weapon on the public. The Second Life Entertainment offices and Second Life Corporation have been radio silent on the matter. Wait ... just ... it seems like their website has just gone offline. Authorities are asking to drop off all Second Life technology to the nearest police station. Again, do not use Second Life technology.”

The news broadcast kept going. The sound of sirens from the outside began to fill the night air. Other screams could be heard in the distance. But Erica interrupted, “And, online coders found hidden code that was set to activate just a few moments ago. People are saying Second Life has been planning this for a long time.” Elias looked at his new brother concerned. “Well ... I'm sorry ... is there a way to undo this?”.

The gaint laughed and shook the air. “Sorry! I love this! This is what I always wanted. But you probably shouldn't call me Erica anymore... Call me Erik ... with a K.” He laughs “More barbaric. But what about you, little bro ... want a new life.” Elias gasped. “What about the report ... can this be trusted? What about the consequences.” Erik put his huge strong hand on his brother. “The only consequences is you'll be the person you always wanted to. Think no one is going to give this to the police ... the power to be who they want. The world has changed. You can be in it as the person you want or the person you are now.”

Elias grabbed the VR headset and put it on. He began a new game and began to edit his character. Erik watched his brother change before his eyes. Elias shrank from 6’4 to 6’. He began to slim down. His chubby body became more tone. His pasty skin tanned until he looked like an exotic Middle Eastern man. His oversized clothes fell off his body. He looked like an Arab heartthrob. He took off the headset and looked at his new body, and smiled. “Damn it feels so good. And, now that I have raised my intelligence score ... I see what you mean. This is the new world.” He smiled. He raised his hand, and small particles of frosted air began to coat his hands in a layer of frost.

“Damn, nice body, bro. Didn't know this was your ideal body. Based on physique and that you have frost magic... you picked wizard.” Erik laughed. “Well isn't it obvious.” Elias said with a wit and sass he never had before. “Bro, I think we should bring this head set to some other people. Give some friends some equally attractive bodies. And, enemies ... something else.” Elias smirked. Erik smiled, “That has to be the smartest idea you've ever had. I'm ready when you are.” He chuckled at the thought of changing everyone that made his life hell. His parents, professor, and more. The two men found some usable clothes and walked out of the apartment to help change the world.

Epilogue: Nathan Black sat in his private jet, on route to his secret bunker. In front of him was a laptop with a hooded figure on the screen. “It's been done.” He raised a glass of wine and drank it. “It took a bit more than a century, but it's done.” He smiled.

The hooded figure spoke. “The gods left behind small tools of power. From rings that could swap bodies, plants that affect a person's age, gems that allow possessions, and so many other small gifts” the figure spoke with annoyance. “They always feared giving humanity true magic. But, I have used those gift to do what they didn't want. The era of magic is among us.” Both men laughed.

Glitch in the System: The Gif Prison

(This story is for @axeegliter. The plot was inspired by an idea he proposed to me. I hope you enjoy the story!)

Tyler looked down at his body. “Where ... I'm I.” He spoke as his mind felt cloudy. He saw that he was wearing a wrestler singlet. It looked funny on his body because he wasn't athletic enough to be wearing this, or so he thought. He wasn't scrawny or fat. He was just average; a little bloated from last night's big meal. And, he was perfectly fine with that. Even though he never worked out, he wasn't weak. He could see himself developing a dad bod as he got older, but he didn't mind. He loved doing other things with his time instead of spending his whole life at a gym to look like a Greek statue. So, as Tyler looked down, he couldn't help but be confused. “What the fuck am I wearing?” He snapped the straps of the spandex uniform. 

His father came walking in. His father was the opposite of him. He was a coach and personal trainer all of Tyler's life. “You really did no training? Tyler, this is the big match, and you look like this! No muscle! You are gonna get your ass kicked.” It was still hard to think for Tyler. The world around him was moving so fast, but his body and mind were moving so slow. “Dad? What are you doing here? Where am I? What match? ... I never joined the wrestling team.” Tyler thought back about his early high-school years and how his father was so disappointed that Tyler lied about trying out for any team. 

“It's too late to cry about this boy. Time to get your ass beat like a man of your word. You agreed to this fight ... time to see it through. Just walk to the ring.” His father spoke sternly. Before Tyler could speak, he was in a long hallway with a bright light at one end. With every step, he could hear the roaring cheer of an audience. An announcer began to introduce him, and the cheering grew louder. He felt a pit in his stomach as he got closer to the light. He knew thousands of eyes would be on him, but he didn't want that. He never wanted to be the center of attention. He took a step into the light, and a blast of loud music made him jump.

Tyler jumped out of bed. The hallway was gone. The bright light was gone. He looked down at his body and saw his shirtless torso. The wrestling singlet was nowhere to be seen. He was getting a bit sick and dizzy from the quick wake-up. But, he realized the loud music was pounding against his wall. Tyler groaned when an energetic person began to talk as the music started to wrap up. “Welcome, Bros! Today, I'm gonna run through a 2 hour workout that you can get done at home to keep you toned on days you can't get to the gym for that sweet pump!” 

Tyler sat on his bed, his heart slowly calming down from the intense state of panic. He realized how hot he was and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Fuck, that was an intense nightmare.” He finally gained enough energy to get up and deal with reality. The loud noise of the TV was filling up his room. He got up and began to stretch and found a shirt to put on. He felt gross from the sweat that was on his body caused by the panicked state of the nightmare. He gathered some clothes to go take a shower and get changed. Doing one last yawn he walked out of his dorm room and got ready to face what he suspected would be on the other side of the door.

Tyler instantly rolled his eyes as he saw that he was right. He saw Ryan shirtless in a pair of workout shorts. The thuds of his heavy muscular body shook the room as he followed the exercises done on the online video. Ryan was a himbo jock that Tyler was, unfortunately, paired up with this year at the dorms. It wasn't that Ryan was a bad roommate for the most part. It was more that they had nothing in common. Even worse, Ryan just couldn't figure that out. Ryan would try to get Tyler to hang out with him. He invited him to come work out or join him at parties, but Tyler often rejected his offer. The main time they would hang out was when they had nothing better to do and a game was on. Although, Tyler saw some benefit of having a himbo for a friend. It was through him that he found his girlfriend, and he did help Tyler's social game.

Ryan muted the video. With his signature smile, the jock began to speak. “Yo! Ty, you up! Wanna join me on this workout!” Tyler looked at Ryan like a grumpy cat awoken from a deep slumber. “No Ryan ... Ideally, I'd like to still be asleep. Why are you blasting this video at 6:10 in the morning.” He spoke like a parent scolding a child. Ryan rubbed the back of his head. “It's a holiday and the gym was closed ... I need to get my morning work out in.” He blushed as he explained his thought process. 

“Yes, Ryan, it's a holiday ... and don't you think people would love some rest.” Ryan sighed as he pinched the top of his nose. “Look, just lower it! I don't want other people complaining about the noise. I'm gonna take a shower cause apparently I've done enough sweating in my sleep.” As Ryan spoke, he was caught off guard as it looked like the man in the video was looking at him. Even though it was muted, it felt like the man was listening to him and analyzing, as he continued to work out. 

“I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking ... I just need to get my workout in.” Ryan apologized. “Just keep down.” Tyler said, walking out to go to dorms shared restroom. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the man teasingly took off his shirt, almost mocking Tyler's lack of fitness.” 

Tyler would come back to his dorm and see that his friend was still working out. He tried  to avoid looking at the video. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like some sort of survival instinct was telling him not to look. He went back onto his bed and scrolled a bit on his phone. Looking at the time, he knew that he had to meet Nora for lunch later that day. The best part of it being a holiday meant no classes and more time to spend with his girlfriend. But that was still hours away. He yawned from waking up so early. “I could still get an hour or two of sleep.” He thought to himself. 

He fell into the void until he jerked awake. “What time is it?” He groaned. His head felt strange. It was like he couldn't think. He swung his arms to grab his phone. His arms felt heavy. He brought the phone to his face and saw scribbles where the time would be. He looked out the window and saw that it's dark. He decided to speak to his phone instead. “Siri what time?” He struggles to think about what to say. “The time is 6:00 A.M” Siri responds. “Can't be right. Why me talk weird.” He worried, as his thoughts seemed to he filtered out to talk like some kind of cave man. 

He gets up and tries to walk over to the restroom. But, his body moves to the dorm’s shared room. Tyler tries to fight, but his body is acting on its own. He turns on his phone and starts a video. And then he sees his body. He looks like a dumbed himbo version of himself. He screams in his head. His worst nightmare is happening. He tried to scream for help from Ryan, but he wondered if that idiot would even know what to do. His body starts talking by itself. “Hello! And welcome to me video ... we work out, and you get ripped like me!” He says as idiotically as possible. He starts to work out. He internally screams in pain as he feels his body working to the limit. But, after a while, it begins to feel good. He wanted to see how much more pain he could push through. And then the workout alarm echoed throughout the room. He tries to turn it off but can't. “Why no stop!” He panics.

Then he opened his eyes and shot out of bed. His heart was racing. He looked around his room and found his phone. He grabbed it and looked at the time. Heart still racing, he realized it was all a dream and he had 30 minutes before he was supposed to meet up with his girlfriend. He got up and looked at himself. He was in his normal body. He felt some relief. But, a part of him was also disappointed. He felt weak. “No ... stop that ... you are happy with your body ... you don't need to be a gym head. It was just a nightmare. You didn't like it. You don't like it.” He spoke to himself as he got up and put on some casual clothes and went to the cafeteria to meet up with Nora. 

Sitting at the table waiting for Nora, Tyler couldn't stop thinking about his nightmares. How easily he could have been a jock if he listened to his father. Sometimes, he was jealous of how simple-minded Ryan was. He'd admit that in those seconds, being buff wouldn't be the worst thing ever. But, then another thought entered his head. The images of the man from the workout video. He couldn't shake him out of his mind. A warning deep in his soul screamed out. “Damn, get a hold of yourself ... what is wrong with you?” He whispers to himself. 

Mid thought, Nora walked up on him. “What's on your mind?” She says as she wraps her arms around Tyler, from behind. He jumped from the surprise and turned around. He wrapped Nora in his arms and gave her a kiss. “Nothing ... Today has just been strange. How have you been?” He smiled, trying to stop his mind from racing. Nora talked about her morning. She was happy that she could sleep in and finish some homework. As she talked, she couldn't help but notice that Tyler kept slipping in and out of his own mind. “Are you sure you are okay?” She said with a tone of concern. 

“Um ... yeah ... sorry.” Tyler slowly swam back to reality. “It's just ... I don't know ... today has been weird. Like I've had two nightmares today, and they both kinda revolved around the same thing.” Tyler began to explain. He began to go into detail. As he talked, he tried to find any meaning. But, he was also a little bothered by the fact Nora was looking at her phone. “Are you even listening?” He sighed. “Yes? I can look at my phone and listen. Your first dream could be like some daddy issues.” She teased as she looked up from her phone. “And, maybe the second dream is you just being annoyed at Ryan for waking you up too early.” She tried to be helpful. Tyler sits in the following seconds of silence

“Damn!” Nora let out as she almost choked on her drink. “What is it?” Tyler looked up at her. “It's nothing...” Nora tried to move the conversation along. “Come on, just let me see.” Tyler begged. “Fine ...” Nora said a bit hesitantly. “It's just some fitness influencer ... a gif of him flexing. He's been all over social media. I just didn't expect to see him on my reel.” She explained. Tyler mind snapped as he watched the same man from the video Ryan was watching earlier today. He felt jealous ... an emotion he hardly felt.

“Oh ... I see ... you think he's hot cause he's ripped ... not like me.” He pouted. “Come on, Tyler, don't make this something it's not. I like you and your body ... the gif just got me off guard.” Nora sighed. “Yeah but I'd bet you'd like me more if I was ripped ... If I had a body like Ryan. If I was the athlete my dad wanted to be.” Tyler got up and started speaking loudly, making a bit of a scene. “Tyler I don't know what's up with you today ... but knock it off. You know, none of that is true. You are good the way you are. Knock it off before you ruin the day.” Nora said, getting more annoyed at the situation. “Well Nora! Maybe I don't want to just be good. Maybe I want to be great.” He said as he stormed off. 

Tyler rushed back into his dorm. “Okay asshole. You want to mess with me. Well fuck you. I'll use you to get ripped ... see your stupid videos and show that it's nothing to fucking brag about. I'll show that you can be ripped and not be some fucking attention whore.” Tyler cussed as he started pulling up the same YouTube video that Ryan on. He stopped himself aa he realized how much his blood was boiling. “What the fuck is wrong with me ... this is not me. Why am I so mad? Why is this getting under my skin?” He said holding his head in his hands and trying to fight his thoughts.

The video began to play, and the man began to speak. “It's okay, Tyler ... I'm here to help.” Tyler was shocked as he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw that the world around him turned into a gym. The man from the video was there looking into his eyes. “What the fuck ... this is another dream ... I just gotta wake up.” Tyler panics. “Maybe it is ... maybe it isn't. But, either way this is your home now.” The man smirked. Tyler felt frozen in place.  “This ... it's not possible...” Tyler continues. 

“Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, it's okay. Trust me ... I'm here to help. I was just like you. Just an average guy ... I got trapped in this same room. Now look at me ... online health influencer, a personal trainer, and more. People love me, and I love the attention they give me. I love that by watching me and my body, I give them hope. And, now I offer you the same experience.” The man smiles and flaunts his body.

“B...b...but I don't want this. I just want to get out of here.” Tyler stuttered. “I think I phrased something wrong. This is not your choice. The choice has been made for you. But to be honest, you wouldn't be here if this wasn't some you wanted. I've been watching you. What was it you said ... you'd use me to get ripped to show me up? And, what about your dream? Wouldn't life be easier if all you cared about was getting a good pump like your friend. And, you always looked up to your father ... don't you want to finally make him proud.”  The man smirked. The words stung Tyler's mind. The man was right. “No! You've done something to me! I didn't want this ... I like who I am. Why did you put these thoughts in my head.” Tyler yelled. The man lightly repetitively slapped Tyler's face. “You'll see in time ... this is what you wanted. This is what you were meant to become.” The man walked away and began to vanish.

As the man left, Tyler finally felt control of his body return as he fell to his knees. He looked around for an exit, but there were no doors or windows. He began to rush around the perimeter of the gym, but nothing showed itself to be a secert way out. He was trapped. He banged on the walls and cried out to be let out. The room let out a ringing sound, and his body froze up again. He was not in control as it moved towards a set of dumbells. He began to lift them. His arms worked out until he was sore. A line appeared on his chest, and he fell to the floor as he regained control of his body. Another ringing sound filled the room, and his body went on autopilot. Another set of reps was done. The pain increased as his arms still didn't have time to recover. Another line appeared on his chest. The process continued over and over. The lines on his chest were changing, becoming obvious that they were roman numerals. Tyler was trapped in his body internally, screaming for it to stop. He was fighting hard to gain some control. The number on his chest reached 72, and he fell to the floor. He tried to lift himself up, but the pain in his arms prevented him from doing so. 

He looked up as he heard footsteeps approaching him. “What the fuck did you do to me! Let me out! You sick bastard!” Tyler screamed through the pain and exhaustion. The man laughed. “And, why would I do that? I just came to say you are doing great! The audience loves you.” Tyler choked on his exhaustion. “Audience...” The man chuckled. “You still haven't pieced it together. You are stuck in a gif. That number is the view count. People are sharing you as we speak. You'll be on workout forums. You body will be blasted on thirst trap forums. I might even share your clip on my personal channel. And, everytime someone watches you ... this gif ... you will be compelled to do the same movement over and over again. “Fuck you! I'll find a way out of this ... I'll kill you.” Tyler growled. The man walk over and squated down. “Well good luck with that, soon to be big guy.” He patted Tyler's back.

His body froze up once again. He continued the process. But, it wouldn't stop. The number on his chest kept getting higher. He could feel the muscles in his arms and chest rip and heal. The tears of the pain were disgused by the sweat running down his face. He hated it. He could only stare at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't know how long he'd been here. But, he already saw changes in his body. His arms looked more toned. Hours ... days ... weeks passed. Tyler wasn't sure as keeping track of time was impossible. The number would finally reach over 1,000, and he stopped. He fell back onto the floor. His arms and chest burning in intense pain. “Nobody must be watching!” He coughed out after not talking for what felt like an eternity. 

He needed to get up. This was his time to find a way out. He couldn't take much more. He tried to lift himself up, but the pain was too great. His heart beat faster he used thst pain to fuel his rage. He needed to push. And, he did. He used all his strength to lift himself up. But, he was surprised. It didn't hurt. It felt good. A good sore feeling. As he stood still, the intense pain returned. He screamed out. He let the pain fuel him again and pick up the dumbell, and threw it against the wall, hoping it would crack and reveal an exit. But, the wall remained undamaged. Tyler winced in preparation to feel more pain from what he did. But, again, that good sore feeling filled his body. He lifted the other dumbell and did some reps. The intense stabbing pain decreased. “Fuck! It's like my body is addicted to working out. If I stop ... it's too painful.” He went to a leg press machine and started working put. He sat there and started thinking of a plan. But, before anything could be done ... a ringing sound filled the gym and he was back into the gif loop.

The number kept rising. His body was becoming more addicted to lifting. Thinking became pointless. The sore feeling relaxed his mind. There was no point in thinking of friends, family, or a way out. He was trapped. It could have been years at this point. He didn't know if this was real. Maybe he was dead, and this was hell. The only thing he could do to keep himself sane was count every set and rep. Then the number would stop, and the pain would come back. He'd stuggle to the nearest machine to work out ... to relieve himself from the pain. Over this time, his body would transform. He had to assume it had been years as he looked older.  His arms began to curve into thick biceps and blouderish shoulders. His chest jutted out in a shelf of muscle. His torso chiseled itself as sweat washed down his body. His thighs thickened with hard muscle. And, his legs began to get well defined. The number on his chest just continued to rise.

Something finally snapped in Tyler's mind. As the number grew on his chest, he realized how many people watched him. How many people lusted over him. How many people saw his gif and got inspired to work out. He felt proud. The pain began to feel good. Working out felt as necessary as breathing did. He'd look in his reflection and loved the man he saw. After the last round of gif play throughs. He walked up to the mirror. The pain felt good. He flexed. The man from the video appeared behind him and rubbed his chest. “I think you are ready for the next step.” He smiled. 

The Body Swap Couple: Snowy Get Away

Travis swung the axe down on the log, easily splitting it in half. Despite the meditative rhythm of chopping wood, he could still feel Henry’s cold stare.

“So, are you just gonna stand there and stare... or?” Travis asked, rolling his eyes after the fight they'd just had.

“Well, geez, Trav... I don't know. Why would I sit in a freezing cabin when I can get heated by watching you?” Henry, the smaller but still burly man, said with a smirk, eyeing the larger, even burlier Travis.

“You know I’m cutting wood to start up the furnace, right? Just be patient. This snowy getaway isn’t as bad as you're making it seem.” Travis’s voice held a hint of irritation. “You know, Henry, if you just tapped into your new memories, you'd be able to help me cut some wood, and we could have a cozy fire going even sooner.”

Henry scoffed. “I could… or we could be on a plane to Hawaii, Cancun, or anywhere warm. I could be showing off my hot body right now.” He crossed his arms, continuing, “You got me all excited, saying these two beefcakes were headed to a tropical getaway. Do you know how hot it would be to walk around showing off our furry lumberjack bodies?”

Travis looked a bit guilty but held his ground. “Henry, we always go somewhere tropical. I’m sorry I lied, but if I’d told you where I wanted to go, would you have agreed? We always go where you want.”

Now it was Henry’s turn to look guilty. “Don’t say that, Trav… we do things you want too. Like…” He paused, trying to think of a recent trip that was solely for Travis’s sake. “Oh… my… God, Travis. I’m sorry.” He realized it had been months since Travis had picked their destination.

Travis sighed and walked behind Henry, wrapping him in an embrace. “Don’t feel bad, babe. It’s okay. I love watching you experience the things you enjoy. I’ve done a lot before we met, so seeing you happy makes me happy. But I needed this trip.”

Henry smiled as he leaned into the embrace. “It’s okay, Trav. I get it. I’ll stop complaining and be a good sport.”

Travis kissed the back of Henry’s neck. “I know you’re going to love this trip.”

Henry chuckled. “I mean, I’ll really try, but being alone in the snow doesn’t exactly scream fun.”

Travis laughed. “Doesn’t it? Alone in the snow, with a fire going, cuddling in each other’s arms, keeping warm… giving in to our wild desires.” He growled playfully into Henry’s ear.

Henry shivered. “Well, when you put it that way… we should hurry up with this wood.”

Travis chuckled. “Glad you’re seeing things my way. I mean ... there was a reason I fought to be the bigger of the two. I want to take care of you really well this trip." He winked, hinting at the sexual domination to come.

Henry joined Travis in chopping wood, their bodies working like well-oiled machines. The anger that had blinded Henry before had lifted, and he now saw the lumberjack fantasy Travis had set up. Both men were finally on the same page.

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why is James spelled with an s. why is it plural. more than 1 Jame. how many James.

“What have you done to piss them off this time?”

“God, knows. I’ve always done something to piss them off, I can’t do anything right. You’re going to have to give me more information if you want me to get specific about it.”

The amused grin on their friend’s face faltered at how tired of it they sounded. Their brow furrowed.

“What have you done to piss them off this time?”

“God, knows. I’ve always done something to piss them off, I can’t do anything right. You’re going to have to give me more information if you want me to get specific about it.”

The amused grin on their friend’s face faltered at how tired of it they sounded. Their brow furrowed.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately.” Their brow furrowed as they studied their friend - normally almost annoyingly exuberant and upbeat. Now, that they were subdued, they found they missed the energy.

Their friend shrugged. “Thought you might need a break. I know I can be - a bit much. Exhausting.”

Oh. Oh no.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately.” Their brow furrowed as they studied their friend - normally almost annoyingly exuberant and upbeat. Now, that they were subdued, they found they missed the energy.

Their friend shrugged. “Thought you might need a break. I know I can be - a bit much. Exhausting.”

Oh. Oh no.

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