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If it's okay for me to participate, perhaps Henry Cavill? 😋

What do you think of transforming all of your followers/fans into men you find hot to celebrate 10 years of Cavanaugh? It could be very hot to meet up with a few Chris Evans’, Alex Crockfords, Nick Bosas or others you find attractive and you of course, to celebrate together.

Now this is an idea I can absolutely get behind! How about we even make this into a little game?

I've picked ten of my absolute top crushes whose bodies will be up for grabs in this event. Whoever manages to successfully guess one of the men on the list wins his body! This will be on a first come first serve basis, so get guessing!

Thank you! I love this so much. <3 Didn't thought I would won that, but I promise to put this new body to good use. Gonna have some fun with it too, of course. ;P

I'm so sorry, I'm not sure how I missed your instruction that guesses for your anniversary post is to be sent to your inbox. 😅 I kinda rebloged it, but let me do this properly.

Is one of your favorite actor Henry Cavill?

Before I start, I just want to say that I never expected that Henry Cavill would be the name arriving in my inbox more than any other. Is it because our names are so similar? Sure, I’ve used him in a fair few stories in the past, both here on tumblr like “Morfoni’s Festival” and over on Patreon with the likes of “Directing Superman”, but to have no less than five people certain that he’d make my top ten was a surprise! Luckily for one of you, Cavill was indeed a correct guess (although he did have to duke it out with one or two other guys to solidify his place), and it just so happens that you were the first person to deliver his name to my inbox!

Now of course we need to consider how to get you into Henry’s body and I’m trying to keep things interesting for each winner, so I’ll be taking another avenue with you. This involves plucking your consciousness out of your body - don’t worry, I’ll have one of my employees slip into your body and live your life on autopilot in your absence - and then getting it settled in its brand new home for the next six months. The complete weightlessness is a little alarming at first, I know, but you’ll only stay that way for a few minutes at most. Trust me, in no time at all you’ll be feeling very solid again!

Ah, there he is: Henry Cavill. Take in that gorgeous sight - the tall stature, the bulging muscles, the confidence with which he holds himself. He’s a lucky man for winning the genetic lottery in such incredible fashion but he’s also done a lot to turn himself into the A-List superstar that he is today while still maintaining his nerdier roots. Of course from now on that luck is going to be yours, because your spirit is being catapulted directly into his body at this very moment! You’re sucked in through his open mouth and immediately begin to stretch out, filling every inch of his body with your presence. It’s not exactly an easy takeover - it never is with these overconfident Hollywood types - but with a little help from your good friend Mr Cavanaugh, it won’t be long before you’re asserting your dominance and forcing him to stay put in the passenger seat!

It’s a remarkable sensation, feeling yourself spread out in a body much larger than your own, but equally pleasurable. I can tell as much too, thanks to that growing tent in the front of your deliciously tight jeans! Every little movement might feel strange at first given how much heavier and bulkier you are now, but with a bit of flexing I’m sure you’ll get used to it. Go on, give those arms a try. Lift them up and watch the biceps rise into mountains as you strike a pose! How about you have a go at popping those delightful pecs for us too? You’re putting on quite the show! I hope you’re enjoying it just as much as your audience is!

Interestingly enough, you’ve entered Mr Cavill’s body at quite the unique turning point. With no more Superman projects lined up and with him having turned down future seasons of The Witcher, you’ve got a relatively clean slate ahead of you! Of course, you could continue things as normal and get some exciting new acting roles lined up for the next six months, but you also might want to use this freedom to be a little more daring. I can imagine it now: Henry Cavill as the star of Magic Mike Live! With a body like that, you’d have men and women all but begging to be the one you’re grinding up on each night. You may even want to take things a step further and forge out a new career in adult films or as an OnlyFans star! So what’s it going to be, Henry? The choice is yours!

More stories like this on my Patreon page!

Given that nearly 24 hours have passed since we posted our stories, I wanted to give an additional shout-out and reblog to Henry so hopefully more eyes can see his great addition to our collab story. It was an absolute joy to work on this concept together (through both the ups and downs) and I’m very excited to work together more frequently in the future! 

If you’re not already, please consider signing up for his Patreon! I’m a member myself and I have to say that a lot of his new material is some of the absolute best content he’s ever created. Plus, I’ve gotten some glimpses of his upcoming content, so I can’t stress enough how much TF goodness is in the pipeline. So, do yourself a favor and join today so you don’t miss out! 

The Pressures Of Fame (Sam’s POV)

This story is part of a collaboration with my good friend @soul-controller​. If you’re not familiar with his work then I highly encourage you to head over to his blog and check out the amazing variety of stories he’s been writing. His story features the same events but from the opposite perspective, and he’d blown my wordcount out of the water too. Anyway, I’m hoping this will be the first of many stories that we collaborate on together, and as always, I hope you all enjoy reading this “be careful what you wish for” body swap tale!

Sam Cushing wanted nothing more than to be famous. He’d been dreaming of it since he was a child, and unlike most he wasn’t willing to give up on his childhood ambitions. There was absolutely nothing he wanted more than to see his name in lights and his face on giant billboards - well, except maybe an incredibly large bank balance. Simply put, Sam was determined to be a winner in life and he was more than happy to take shortcuts should they be offered to him. He was already twenty-five and he wanted to be able to enjoy the perks of fame while he was still young and attractive.

Considering his hometown of Chicago was actually one of the more active cities for the entertainment industry, Sam had expected to get his big break fairly quickly and thusly was disappointed by the fact it hadn’t yet happened. He’d been to no less than three-hundred auditions since setting off on his acting journey and even though a number of them had been successful, they were only ever for bit parts on television shows that nobody was even watching. He could count the amount of speaking roles he’d had on one hand! It was frustrating to have his dream job so close and yet seemingly out of his reach, like it was tormenting him. His acting coach kept insisting that his breakout role was “just around the corner” but the more time it took, the more Sam thought the retired sitcom actor was just full of shit and dragging him along for the money.

Although his career success to date had been extremely limited, it wasn’t as if the previous five years had been a complete bust. The connections he’d made in both Chicago and Los Angeles, as well as his handsome face and trim muscular body, had allowed for Sam to garner success as a social media influencer and nary a week went by without a new sponsorship offer arriving in his direct messages. It was the money he made from those sponsorships that allowed Sam to afford his (admittedly quite luxurious) downtown apartment and acting lessons, as well as travel to and from auditions. 

The money was definitely a plus, but it was the attention he received from his ‘followers’ that Sam enjoyed most about his influencer career. Every single post he made was flooded with comments from thirsty gays and hopeless girls who were all but begging for a piece of him. It wasn’t uncommon for his thirst traps (of which there were many) to get half a million likes, and Sam had even used his platform to hook up with a number of other hot male influencers in the Los Angeles area. It turned out that there were quite a few guys in the same boat as him, but in Sam’s humble opinion he was the most handsome of the lot and as such would be the first to make it into the big leagues!

After a night of drinking where Sam had tried and failed to chat up a casting director for the latest CW teen drama, the influencer stumbled out of his Uber and towards his apartment block. He was nothing short of disgusted to be going home alone; he was a goddamn eleven out of ten and being disrespected by the casting director had boiled his blood! Sam drunkenly ranted to himself about the man’s poor decisions all the way into the elevator and then from there into his apartment on the tenth floor. While it would have been sensible to get some water and try to fight off the hangover that would surely come in the morning, Sam instead poured himself a glass of rosé wine and walked out onto his balcony to look up at the glittering spread of stars above him.

Although he couldn’t quite identify if it was actually a shooting star or the night of drinking was finally getting to him, Sam focused on a small speck of light that seemed to be rocketing through the night sky above him. He remembered the stories from his youth about wishing upon a star and, momentarily gripped by childlike optimism, decided to try his own luck at it. “I wish… I wish I was a big famous movie star,” he slurred, the corners of his lips curling up into a dopey smile. In his inebriated state he felt absolutely certain that he’d wake up to a miracle. After all, his momma wouldn’t have lied about the power of shooting stars, would she?

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Hello everyone, please check out this incredible story that my best friend (and absolute favorite writer) @mrcavanaughtf did for my birthday!

As a rather anxious and antisocial person, I still find myself shocked yet incredibly happy to have formed such an amazing friendship with someone who is both my mentor (given his position as the undisputed king of transformation fiction) and an easygoing friend to the point where we can talk about anything from writing and job stress to pop music, video games, and horror movies.

So, not wanting to ramble further, I just want to reiterate the point that I appreciate the story and his friendship very much and I can’t wait to return the favor on April 2nd! 😏

The Loading Bar

This story is in celebration of my good friend @soul-controller​ who turned 24 yesterday! S-C had not only been an incredible help for me as a writer (he beta reads and offers editing notes on the vast majority of my stories) but as a friend. He’s an incredibly talented writer himself and I encourage you all to show his work some love because it’s all at an incredible standard. I’m very lucky to have S-C in my life!

Maybe one day Nate would count up how much money his sexual appetite had cost him. Today was very much not that day though, as one of his top crushes was running a prize draw on his OnlyFans page and Nate simply couldn’t resist. He supported a number of gorgeous studs on the platform, all of whom had mouth-watering bodies and unfairly pleasant faces, but chief among them was Jordan Torres. Sure, the “content” he provided was a little lackluster, but it was the other man’s persona that kept him hooked, even more so than his tight muscular body. It wasn’t hyperbole to state that Torres was perhaps the most arrogant person that Nate had ever laid eyes on; the guy was clearly in love with his reflection and expected to be treated like royalty. His arrogance made him the kind of guy that Nate knew he would loathe to be around in his daily life, but from afar he was an absolutely delightful subject of desire.

This wasn’t a simple subscription that Nate was spending his hard-earned dollars on though (he’d been subscribed since Torres had first launched his page), instead the stud was offering the chance to win a one-on-one video call with him! All his followers had to do was tip him at least twenty dollars within the next twenty-four hours and they’d be entered into the prize draw, with a random name being selected once the timer had finished. Considering the insanely high number of thirsty gays and girls that were subscribed to Torres’ OnlyFans page, Nate highly doubted that he was in with any shot of winning, but there was extra incentive to at least enter: Torres was sending out a rare nude pic to all entrants, and Nate was excited by the prospect of finally getting to see the other’s manhood. His various underwear photos had suggested that the other man was packing some serious heat down there!

After submitting his twenty dollar tip on the post, Nate went about the rest of his normal day and the prize draw naturally slipped out of his mind. He had a lot going on, between the various essays he was writing for his Film classes and his retail job where he seemed to be surrounded by idiots at any given moment. Nate wasn’t given much time to really relax throughout the day, but he was still able to have a few quick exchanges with his internet penpal Henry throughout the day. The two young men shared a number of common interests - music, video games, transformation fiction - and regularly shared stories about their daily stresses. Nate was actually surprised to remember that they had only been friends for less than a year, as it felt like they had been confidants for much longer than that.

It wasn’t until the following morning that Jordan Torres’ OnlyFans contest returned to the forefront of Nate’s mind, but it did so for the most fantastic reason: he had won! Nate could hardly believe his eyes as he read through the private message that had been sent to him. “Congratz on winning,” the direct message read, “LMK when ur free 4 the video call.” It wasn’t much, but it still made Nate’s heart thunder in his chest and his cock twitch in excitement. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true, and yet he very much felt the sting of pain after he pinched the skin on his forearm. 

“Holy shit,” Nate muttered to himself. “I’m going to be on a call with Jordan Torres!” Even just thinking about sharing a private (virtual) moment with the cocky stud brought him to full mast pretty quickly and although Nate knew that he’d soon have to get ready if he wanted to make it to his morning shift at work on time, he allowed his hand to sneak under the waistline of his boxers. Work can wait, he decided. His mind was already painting beautiful tapestries of Jordan Torres’ tanned body: the rippling abs, the meaty pecs, the ink sleeve that decorated his left arm. Nate had committed almost every inch of the other man’s perfectly sculpted body to memory, so he didn’t need any help in conjuring up an image that would fuel his quick pre-work jerk-off session.

Once he had brought himself to completion and then cleaned himself up in the shower, Nate quickly fired off his response to the man who had just starred in his early morning fantasies. His twenty-fourth birthday was right around the corner, so it seemed logical to request that they have their video call on his birthday, the fourth of December. It took a few hours for Torres to send a confirmation message in response, but once he had, Nate’s excitement rocketed right up into the clouds. That was going to be one hell of a perfect way to start off his birthday!

For the rest of the day Nate felt as if he was walking on air. Everything seemed to go right: he scored a perfect grade on his latest paper, his boss let him leave work a whole hour early, and he had escaped dealing with any shitty customers or idiotic students! While he was travelling back home after his early finish, Nate informed his internet penpal of his unexpected win in the prize drawer and, as he had come to expect from his friend, Henry was ecstatic for him! Nate couldn’t help but blush when the other man exclaimed that all of the good things that had happened to him that day so far were well deserved. Their conversation continued for the remainder of Nate’s journey back to his small apartment, and covered a range of topics before eventually circling back around to Nate’s upcoming birthday celebrations.

“I put a little something together for you,” Henry announced in their private Discord chat, immediately capturing Nate’s interest. “It’s just a little piece of software that I think will bring you some birthday joy.” He had attached a file to his message; it was just shy of ten gigabytes and was simply labelled S-C.BDAY.PRGM. Had such a file been sent to him from anybody else, Nate would have deleted it immediately, but he trusted that Henry wasn’t about to make his computer explode. After downloading and installing the file though, he was a little disappointed to find that clicking into the software only brought up a small window with a countdown to his birthday. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a tease for now, but I’ve got a pretty good feeling you’ll enjoy what I cooked up for you!”

“How will I know when it starts working?” Nate queried in return. His question was met by a series of playful emojis in the text stream and a cryptic response:

“Oh trust me, you’ll know!” A laugh escaped Nate’s lips and he rolled his eyes, not at all surprised by the lack of answers. You little tease, Mr Cavanaugh… It would be a pain to wait, but he was confident that his friend would have something good in store for him. They had quickly discovered early on in their friendship that they thought along similar wavelengths and had complimentary tastes, so if Henry was pleased with whatever he had cooked up then there was a fairly decent chance that Nate would enjoy it too. Ugh, I just hate waiting…

Luckily the next few days went by in a blur and Nate’s twenty-fourth birthday was finally upon him. He awoke from a peaceful night of sleep to dozens of celebratory messages on his phone, including ones from Henry and the other friends Nate had made in the transformation fiction community. The messages got Nate’s day off to an exciting start, but the closer he got to the arranged time of the video call with his OnlyFans crush, the more nervous the young gay man started to feel. He wasn’t exactly surprised - his anxiety had a habit of rearing its ugly head at the most inopportune times - but he still struggled to escape the reach of his brain’s typical overthinking.

Although a brief exchange with Henry was able to stop Nate from completely freaking out and ignoring the video call invitation, his heart still thundered in his chest as he selected the little green icon to accept it. For a moment he was shown the output of his laptop’s webcam and instinctively cringed; self-confidence wasn’t exactly his strong suit. He had actually gone out of his way to dress up for the occasion, donning a rarely-worn black shirt and slicking his usually fluffy hair back. Unfortunately a more cleaned up exterior couldn’t fix up the struggles inside, and he worried about whether his laptop was at the right angle to stop him from getting a double chin, while still hiding how the buttons of his shirt were a little tight around his thick midsection.

As if he wasn’t already feeling hard enough on himself based upon his appearance, when his video call partner’s camera activated, Nate was greeted to a display of undeniable masculine perfection. Jordan was unsurprisingly as gorgeous as ever, while also managing to look like he’d made absolutely no effort at all. He was shirtless, with his glorious pecs and chiselled abs on clear display, and there was an immediate stirring in Nate’s pants. How was it fair that some people got to be so goddamn attractive while others like him were stuck feeling average at best?

While Nate forced a smile onto his face in a desperate attempt to hide his nerves, the OnlyFans creator greeted him with what could at best only be considered a sneer. It couldn’t possibly be clearer that they were worlds apart as a pair of young men, and it seemed like Jordan had realised that too. “It-it’s nice to meet you,” Nate started, grimacing at how wobbly his voice was. “My name’s Nate and I-I’m a big fan of your… your content.” Not the smoothest start, he remarked internally, already attempting to analyse the frustratingly muted reaction his greeting received from the beautiful man on his laptop screen.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Jordan replied finally, the corners of his lips turning up into an arrogant type. “You seem the type.” Nate was pretty sure that the comment was intended to be insulting, but it only resulted in his cock twitching in excitement. He’d always appreciated Jordan’s egotistical streak, after all. “I’ll be honest, I was kinda hoping a chick would win the draw but whatever, it’s only ten minutes. The best ten minutes of your life probably, huh? I’d ask if you were chubbing already but just by looking at you, I already know the answer.”

Each and every one of Jordan’s words felt like a punch to the gut and a redness washed over Nate’s face, but it didn’t stop his ever-increasing arousal. As he desperately tried to think of a response that wouldn’t cause him further embarrassment, a flashing icon in the corner of the laptop screen caught his eye. Henry’s mystery software had activated itself! A pop-up box appeared below the video call window with a loading bar at five percent and a simple message: Keep him going. Even as Nate attempted to understand what Henry’s creation was telling him to do, his thought process was interrupted by obnoxious laughter from the other end of the video call.

“Captivated by my studliness, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised. You’ve probably never even had a one-on-one conversation with a real man like me. Oh, who are we kidding? There are no other men like me!” Every word that left Jordan’s lips was filled to the brim with unironic self-importance; if Nate was a mere man then Jordan considered himself to be a god. It was equal parts hot and horrifying that such people existed, but the remark helped Nate identify what the mystery message was telling him. He wasn’t sure why Henry wanted him to fan the flames of Jordan’s ego but he trusted his friend enough to play along with it. 

“You’re right,” Nate agreed, “I only wish I had a man like you in my life… or that I could have a body like yours.” A blush creeped onto the young man’s cheeks with those last few words. While he was definitely playing up to stroke the other man’s ego, there was definite truth to what he was saying. He could only imagine how much more confident he would be in himself if he had the rippling abs and slender waistline of the OnlyFans model. He could wear anything without having to worry about whether it would be too tight around his chubbier frame, which continued to be a point of anxiety for Nate no matter how often he tried to practice body positivity.

His confession brought about more mocking laughter from his conversation partner, but what Jordan didn’t know was that his response triggered the loading bar on Nate’s screen to progress by a few percent. Upon seeing this, Nate was fuelled by a newfound confidence and decided to continue: “Your pecs especially. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have them. To bounce them.”

“Oh, these pecs?” Jordan replied, popping each of them for several seconds, all while wearing a proud smirk on his face. “Yeah, you’d have one hell of a way to go to whip those moobs into this kinda shape!” He reached up and cupped his pecs with his hands, then tweaked his nipples for good measure. “Is all this pec play getting you hard, big guy?” On any normal day Jordan’s words would have felt like a punch to the gut for Nate, but instead they only served to build his excitement, as the loading bar had progressed to almost twenty percent in just a few short seconds!

“It is,” Nate confessed, desperately wanting to reach down and stroke his hard length. He held off, fearing that it might scare Jordan into ending the call early, so he instead kept his hands where the other could see them. “Your abs too… I’d love to feel so confident with my shirt off.” Even if he worked up the courage and motivation to join a gym, Nate was fairly certain that abs would be a long way off, but it was impossible for him not to desire them. What guy didn’t want to have a completely flat stomach populated by a full six-pack of cobblestone abdominals?

While Jordan ran his hands down over his abs and tensed his core to make the muscles stand out even more, the loading bar moved up several more percent. As it did, Nate’s heart rate began to pick up. What have you got planned for me, Mr Cavanaugh? Henry could be unpredictable at the best of times, but Nate remained confident that things would ultimately work out in his favour. His friend wasn’t the type to expose him to Jordan’s cruel humiliation for no reason at all. 

One by one, Nate highlighted each of the OnlyFans model’s highly desirable features and without fail Jordan would use the opportunity to remark about how much hotter he was than him, or to comment on how disgusting he thought it was that guys failed to work on their bodies like he did. He mocked Nate for his humiliation kink and made it absolutely clear just how little respect he had for him, or any of his male supporters. Jordan’s words exposed him as being just another straight guy happily exploiting his gay fans for money and popularity, exactly the kind of guy Nate loathed. Oh, he’ll get what’s coming to him… 

The loading bar was moving swiftly thanks to Jordan’s continued gloating, but so too was the timer on their call: there was only a minute left and the bar still had ten percent to go! Nate knew that he’d have to do something drastic and fast, or else the unpleasant conversation really would be for nothing!

“It’s your cock I really wish I had though. You’re packing serious heat, aren’t you? I can just tell!” he exclaimed, watching the seconds tick down and feeling dread creep down his spine. What if Jordan didn’t take the bait? What if it wasn’t enough?

His fears were mercifully for nothing, as the arrogant pretty boy fell right into the trap. He rose from his chair, exposing the fact that he was only wearing boxers and gripped at the hard outline visible through the fabric. Nate had barely had time to make a mental note of the fact that Jordan seemed to have a kink for humiliating others, before an audio cue from his computer alerted him to the fact that the loading bar had finally completed! Not only that but the words attached to it had changed from Keep him going to something far more exciting:

Initiating Swap…

“Oh my– fuck!” Nate’s gasp of excitement was cut off by a sudden internal bliss that spread through every inch of his body, from the tips of his fingers and toes to the full length of his hard shaft. It was as though there were suddenly hands upon every one of his muscles, gently massaging them in the most calming and pleasurable experience of the young man’s life. He was so swept up in the suddenness of the sensations that he almost failed to notice that on the other end of the video call, Jordan had fallen back into his chair and was reacting in a similar fashion. Whatever Henry had cooked up, it was affecting them both!

With his eyes locked on the screen, Nate watched as Jordan’s perfect abs disappeared behind a rapidly expanding stomach. The definition vanished almost immediately, with extra pounds being packed on to cause a fair bit of bloating around the midsection. His pectorals similarly lost their perkiness, drooping to rest on his distended gut. In sharp contrast, Nate’s own stomach had shed the extra weight he’d picked up after quitting soccer back in high school, and he was actually beginning to see abs forming as he looked down at himself! Although it was a challenge to do anything given the pleasure that had him in an iron grip, Nate had managed to shrug off his shirt to give him a better view of his torso. His vision was somewhat challenged by the subtle reshaping of his chest, the “moobs” (as Jordan had so kindly called them earlier) were becoming much firmer and perkier until they were undeniable slabs of muscular meat. 

Next, the powerful cannons of Jordan’s arms began to wilt, with the hard muscle softening up dramatically. The massive peaks of his biceps came crumbling down until even his best attempt at a flex would barely raise a bump, while his triceps became flabby chicken wings that shook with every little movement. He’d struggle to lift the ten pound dumbbells without hurting himself! The opposite could be said for Nate, who had inherited the influencer’s strong limbs and was enjoying every bit of tensing the muscles in his arms and watching the biceps bulge with newfound power. He felt like he was strong enough to lift a car over his head!

Jordan and Nate’s simultaneous transformations continued with changes to their shoulders: Nate’s delts broadened into boulders and his traps rose to form a perfect slope, all while the inverse happened to his former tormentor! Jordan was left with a much more slender build, although the extra pounds on his body picked up the slack. 

As the changes to Jordan’s lower half were happening below what his camera was capturing, Nate focused instead upon his own transformation. His thick thighs were suddenly home to humongous quad muscles and he was suddenly in possession of calves that would make any gym guy jealous, with their bulging diamond shape. Even his feet joined in with the fun, expanding an inch or so in length while also getting a little wider. None of his shoes would fit him anymore, but it seemed likely that absolutely nothing in his wardrobe would make for a good fit once his changes were over!

Nate’s cock had been twitching in delight throughout the transformation process, and he had even started to leak pre-cum, but the pleasure and sensitivity of his manhood tripled when the shaft gained some extra length to put him at eight full inches! His balls felt fuller and heavier too, packed full of testosterone and potent masculine seed. Nate knew that he was dangerously close to hitting his climax, but he was still very much in for the ride as his formerly flat ass ballooned up to form mighty globes that would certainly stand out in any pair of pants he pulled on. His new and improved ass and cock perfectly complimented his much smaller waistline and the V-line above.

Turning his attention back to the screen, Nate watched as the ink along Jordan’s arms vanished and his overall skin tone shifted to a much paler complexion. He already knew what he would find before he looked down, but it was still a delight to see his new muscles sporting a golden sheen and for his arms to be decorated in sleeves of beautiful ink. They fit absolutely perfectly on his powerful limbs, but that was to be expected: Jordan had picked them out for that very reason, after all.

The final physical changes to the pair were for everything from the neck up. There was a strange tickling sensation across Nate’s facial features as they rearranged themselves into a more classically handsome visage: his jawline strengthened, his chubby cheeks sunk, his lips plumped, his nostrils flared out and his brow became more pronounced. In a matter of moments he had lost the last visual clues into his true identity and instead taken upon the gorgeous countenance of one Jordan Torres. His hair was quick to change and better match his new face, with the dense mop of brown hair retreating into his scalp and being replaced moments later by a much shorter cut that featured dyed platinum blond curls. His bushy eyebrows now appeared to be carefully shaped, and for the first time in his life, Nate actually had facial hair!

It was incredibly bizarre to see his old face gaping at him from the other end of the video call, but Nate’s attention was mainly gripped by the small screen showing his own camera. He looked like he belonged in a museum as the perfect vision of modern masculinity, as if he had been crafted out of marble by some ancient Greek sculptor! Much to his surprise and delight, it seemed like they hadn’t just been transformed into each other but every part of them had been heightened: Jordan was larger and rounder than Nate had ever been, while Nate was now even stronger and more muscular than the original Jordan Torres!

With every bit of their physical forms now changed, the two men were finally permitted to reach orgasm and came with a ferocity that neither of them had ever experienced before. Their loads shot out and covered their stomachs, with Nate’s settling between his abs while Jordan’s seed rested upon his round gut. Without any hesitation, Nate scooped some up onto his finger and gave it a taste. As expected, his new cum tasted damn good. He was going to enjoy having an endless supply!

What couldn’t be seen by either man were the changes that were happening within, as Henry had deemed it the perfect opportunity to give his friend a little more confidence. Nate would still retain all of his memories, feelings and interests, but he also now possessed an arrogant streak and an intense desire to show off his new body as much as possible. Jordan meanwhile would gain Nate’s assorted anxieties and much more. 

“That was fucking awesome,” Nate grunted, relishing in the deep and sensual tones of his new voice. “I don’t think it’ll take me long to get used to all this!” He tensed his core, watching his abs become even more pronounced, and then felt possessed by the urge to pop his pecs. He was delighted to discover how easy it was, and how it seemed to provoke an expression of desire from the man on the other end of the call!

“H-how did this happen?” the other man asked weakly, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Had he not experienced Jordan’s cruel mockery throughout the call, Nate might have felt a little sorry for him. Thankfully that was no longer the case.

“Well, it looks like our ten minutes is definitely up,” he instead remarked, happily ignoring the other’s question. “You’ve wasted more than enough of my time!” Indeed, the timer on their video call was now almost at fifteen minutes, as their transformations had taken a fair amount of time to really extend their pleasure. Truthfully Nate didn’t consider their video call to be a waste of time at all - the end result of getting Jordan Torres’ body was well worth the humiliating words he had been subjected to - but he enjoyed how the cutting remark made the other man flinch.

“No, p-please wait, what happened to–” The former Jordan Torres didn’t even get to finish his plea, as his replacement closed down the call after blowing a mocking kiss at the camera. 

Nate was finally left alone with his new body and if he knew how his friend Henry operated, then he’d have Jordan’s body for as long as he wanted - which, needless to say, would be for a long time, if not the rest of his life. 

There were some finer details he’d need to sort out, like getting control of Jordan’s social media accounts (especially his OnlyFans page, where he’d be far less reserved with the content and start posting some guy-on-guy content that he knew Jordan’s followers would love) and bank account, but that could wait for the time being. He was eager to have some more fun with it sooner than later. It was his birthday after all, and he was entitled to have his body worshipped and some bottom bitch on the receiving end of his studly seed! Who would turn down such an alpha birthday boy?

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The Great Change: Reunited

It was pretty clear from the moment that I woke up and realized I was in a different body that some unknown power had been nice to me. All across the world men and women were waking up in bodies they were unhappy with but thankfully I wasn’t one of those disappointed people. It was pretty hard to be disappointed when I went from a skinny kid still wearing braces to fix his wonky teeth at the age of seventeen to a muscular stud in his mid-twenties with a sweet chest tattoo and perfectly straight white teeth.

Those first few minutes in my new studly body as I listened to the scientists on the radio desperately try to explain the worldwide phenomenon were perfect. It was becoming pretty clear that every stress I had struggled from in my own body would be over as numerous doors were now open to me. I was now a classically handsome stud with six-pack abs, of course the world was going to treat me better than it ever had before!

I only had one concern left and that was for my two best friends, Donny and Peter. We had been together through thick and thin, sticking together despite continued harassment from the other boys at our high school who were all much bigger and stronger than us. They were brothers to me and I couldn’t help but worry about where they’d ended up after what people were already calling ‘The Great Change’. More than anything I hoped they’d been as lucky as I had.

The world was pretty crazy for the first few days and social media was unreliable at best so it took some time for me to finally track down Donny and Peter. Both assured me that they were happy with how the Great Change had affected them which pleased me and within two weeks we were reunited in the big city, thousands of miles away from our unhappy lives back in our small town.

Donny found himself switched into a body that was rocking a whole load more ink than even my own new body but it suited him well. His two full sleeves and some sick chest tattoos caught my eye immediately and I couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder. His handsome face and happy-go-lucky personality blended well, creating the image of a badass but lovable hunk. 

Peter meanwhile was the only one of our trio to end up in a body without any tattoos but he was nevertheless just as hot, with strong muscles and a slick haircut. He also benefit from gaining the largest package of the three of us, although neither Donny nor myself was exactly struggling in that department.

Unlike some other group of friends, the Great Change only brought us closer together as we took the step from best friends to lovers. The three of us have always worked so well together and now that extends to both in the gym and in the bedroom. What more could we possibly want in this post-Change world?

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