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Bull

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy beard of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to be a look like that. Big and manly yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled of the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past but on the inside, he just didn’t feel comfortable this way. It wasn’t who he was.

He sighed as he watched the bear walk off before looking down at the water of the lake he was sat beside. “If only I could look like that.” Eric mumbled to himself believing it was impossible. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he couldn’t grow body hair to save his life.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he saw on the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he locked the door upon entering yet there it was. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look. Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and he was greeted by a musky smell that only a real man could produce.

Despite the want to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric suddenly became mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. He quickly found himself dropping to the speedo to the ground before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear. Once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric picked up the Speedo and pulled it up legs and secured it around his crotch and backside (though it was a tad bit loose).

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulking up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with powers while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly his ass grew big and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape it self, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer hair. Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke out forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard growing thicker and thicker Last but certainly not least, a pungent musky oder began to protrude from his pits crotch and everywhere else on his body until at last he was a perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep bellow with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around the thick pole and began pumping it, moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk.” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK.” He gripped his dick harder and he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. As it did he couldn’t help but shove his nose into his new hairy armpit, groaning as he got a whiff of his new manly scent. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” Eric exclaimed, feeling his balls tighten. “I’m such a FUCKING BULL!” And with that final word, a fountain of cum exploded from Eric’s cock, splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself.

A Match Made in Gym

Wishmaster, I wish I could work out and become physically attractive, I so want to look good in tight leather pants, and finally find my perfect lover.

As you wish. You awake inside a gym.

You've achieve your goal, you are sexy and now you are forever in your dream leather pants showing off your new physic.

Problem is, thanks to your wish you are now required to always be working out.

Can't loose this body you have engraved in your mind. You spend your whole life here now, the only time you even get o show off your new body is if someone works out next to you, wish is becoming fewer and farther between as you've developed quite a unique smell given you are in boots and leather pants 24/7.

After months of being trapped in this hell you finally get the attention of a rock hard stud who seems to be attracted to your smell.

He too has become trapped in his wish, the only way to break it is to find the ripest sexiest guy at the gym and have passionate sex with him, he pushes you over the weight bench, an opening appears in both of your leather, his massive dick at full and ready for your sensitive virgin hole, After your wild fuck session you are both allowed to leave as long as you stay together, the leather is never able to be fully removed but adjust to satisfy your desires. You two the perfect pair forever sexy, smelly and in love.

Hey Wishmaster, This is Funhouse seems awful scary. I was coming here with my friends in the GSA and they've all left me. There are so many bright neon lights, and well this one door. The door is painted in loud, obnoxious colors – bold green with some odd symbols on it, almost clashing with the rest of the funhouse's aesthetic. The doorknob was adorned with a cheap, plastic beer bottle opener, and the handle itself had an unmistakably pungent odor of stale beer, sweat, and the musk.

You walk in and suddenly your IQ drops. Your vocabulary suddenly consists of the words Bro, Dude and Fuck AS you move further in you see that you've changed physically as well

You find yourself setting your phone to record you. Fuck Bro, you say as thinking about anything but looking damn good made your brain hurt. You wink a th camera as you quickly film a vid of yourself for TiTok, that usually gets the ladies going crazy, wait.. ladies, weren't you gay? Fuck no I ain't no faggot you think.

You flx your body, you feel powerful as you refocus on your sexuality.

You turn to look in the miror.

I'd fuck me you laughed as you quickly rethought things, maybe you wouldn't mind one of your bros sticking their tasty dick in you mouth, If you don't swallow or get cum in you it's not gay..right?

Fuck, bro...dude my head hurts I need something to distract me.

you see your bro sitting there, so you drop trow and start sucking his cock, he's shocked at first as you seem very good at blowing him. He blows his load down your throat next thing you know you're suddenly the House Bitch, by the end of the night you got your bros jizz leaking from both your holes. You chug a beer as cum is still covering your face, damn you love being a Frat Bro, Yo!

To The Ground Floor

Heyo- Saw this next picture and just had to use it so here’s a businessman to dumb sub twunk TF! 

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I don’t know what my company was thinking when they scheduled our conference in Tenerife. It would be one thing if it was a retreat or team vacation, but it is nearly impossible to get any real work done with all these tourists stomping around and getting in my way. I was set to make it early to our morning meeting, as I always do, before this twat forced his way in before I could get to the close door button. He surely noticed since he glared at me before returning to focus on the only thing that seems to matter to him, his vanity.

In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help but scoff as he started to take a picture of his reflection in the door. It was immature, but when dealing with this crowd of influencers or whatever these childish twits has put me off my usually stoic demeanor. He immediately responded with aggression, “You laughin’ mate? You lot all think you’re so much better than us eh?” He scowls once more at me and to his credit, I do think myself superior to him. Not afraid to say it either.

I open my mouth to shoot some clever insult at him but before I can the delinquent fully spits at me! Where does he get off! The elevator chimes as it stops at the sixth floor. I grab my handkerchief to wipe the spit off my dress shoes as I hear him run off, shouting “you’ll get yours ya git!” I look up to see the small of his back showing beneath his trailing coat and mesh top. I can’t help but stare as he runs, asshole he may be but, god, he is hot isn’t he?

I cough as I can’t believe I thought that! He’s absolute filth! Parading himself around dressed like that on a work day, my word! I don’t notice that there is no longer a handkerchief in my hand as I reach to wipe the spit off my shoes with my now empty hand. As I finally wrest my eyes from his pert body I notice that the villain pushed every button in the elevator. So help me god if I’m late to my meeting I will find him and- well, there’s not much I can do. I’m not exactly the peak specimen, unlike, uh him I suppose.

The doors click closed and begin to take me to the fifth floor. I consider hopping off to take the stairs but I’m sure he’ll be there waiting for me. I go to check my rolex when I notice I’m not wearing it? I would never go to a meeting without it though? My mind grows foggy as I thoughtlessly wipe the spit still on my hand on my suit. God it’s a little warm in this elevator isn’t it. I sniff the air and find that it still smells of that jerk. His cologne must’ve been something intense.

I continue to whiff the air before realizing that it is clearly not perfume but his natural body odor, blushing as I grow slightly jealous at his scent. I find my mind drifting as I think what a man he must be to smell so, mm. The only word I can think is, virile? Ugh, I need to get to work, this is going to set me back. The doors clink open to the fifth floor as the heat only continues to grow. Why am I wearing such a thick suit jacket anyway? It is so fucking hot on this island. I absolutely hate it here. I’ll just take it off for the rest of the elevator ride. Yeah, that couldn’t hurt right? My eyes glaze over as I think of his coat trailing off his head as he ran down the hallway and I bite my lip.

God that hot fucker. My jacket falls to the floor and before I can catch it it’s as if it was never there. I grunt as I think once more of my upcoming meeting. Surely they won’t judge right? My mind shuffles as I don’t even try to understand what has happened to my jacket. The fogginess in my head swiftly finds a form though as I see his smug smirk in my mind. Fuck I- I need to fuck him, or be fucked or? I grunt once more, my voice noticeably more dull. I try to fan my shirt open as the heat grows worse and I find myself growing hornier by the second. The elevator is already on the way to the fourth floor without my notice. I give up fanning my shirt and instead just open the buttons when I am suddenly met with something I cannot reconcile. When the fuck did I get, such, fuckable pecs? I press a finger into my own chest and start to drool as I see the depth of my muscle. I see my brown nipples grow and try to wipe the pooling drool from my mouth as I think how much my body looks like that uh, that twit? No that uh, that hot fucker?  I feel like I’m losing my mind. Or, losing myself? Uh..

The doors open and close on floor four as I struggle to think of absolutely anything but that, uh, stud. My own chest jutting out forces me to think of his own hearty pecs. The powerful curves of his body stretching his fishnet top, ugh. I see the biceps now on my own arms and struggle to not flex them thinking of that staring at himself in the elevator’s reflective wall and posing. I stare at the abs pushing out of my torso and think of his cinched waist peeking out from those sagging pants. God why didn’t I just try to fuck him then oohh.. Or no, Why didn’t I give myself to him..I moan as I loosen my belt, trying to allow my growing erection some air, instead giving my cock and ass more space to expand.

God his fuckable ass was impossible to miss even through those jeans. I bite my lip once more trying to stop myself from moaning as the doors open to the third floor. No one is there to see or hear me as my pants drop to the floor and disappear as if they were never there. As if I would wear pleated pants ever I think blushing. My cock begins to grow to fill my boxers. Or no hee hee- Surely I’m not wearing boxers right haha, giggling as I look down and see the clear imprint of my erection in my tight spandex. Mikey would never let me wear something so unattractive as boxers~

I feel an itch in my crotch as I think of Mikey once more, not hesitating to wonder how I could possibly know his name. Nor why he brings me such intense, feelings. It’s just, I’m so lucky to have him! Ah- I might lose control if I keep thinking about him, I need to keep it together for my uh, meeting? I shove my hand into my crotch to deal with whatever that itch is when I find it’s not my still growing cock, but a jungle of pubes that have begun to grow down there. I feel my fingers drag through them, now covered in sweat as the pubes begin to push themselves above my waistline. 

I giggle to myself as I see the thick black hair inch its way to create a perfect treasure trail up my stomach. I’ve gotta keep it looking good for Mikey after all! I play with the lengthening hair in my crotch, giggling to myself, as the elevator makes its landing on the second floor. I raise my sweaty hand to smell it as some prude stares in disbelief in the elevator lobby. I smile coily at him as he narrows his eyes in shock. He almost looks a little familiar but I’d certainly not waste any of my time on him haha!

He decides not to get on for some reason, not that I care as I look at my sharpening reflection. I play with my chest feeling the ebb and flow of my strength as I start to smell my own scent fill the elevator. I notice my feet are now bare on the dirty elevator’s floor. Ah, I hope Mikey won’t be upset if my feet are gross, smiling to myself as I think of him chewing me out. I feel a similar forest begin to grow in my pits as the elevator stops unceremoniously on the first floor before making its way to the ground floor.

I rub my hands all over on my now almost completely unclothed body as I feel my spandex shrink and tighten into a yellow speedo. My hands glide smoothly around the muscular curves, only ever getting caught on my tangled pubes as I giggle to myself. Wasn’t there something I had to do when I got to the ground floor? I raise my arm to bask in my scent as the elevator finally delivers me to my destination, and who could be standing there but Mikey!

“Mikey!” I shout at him! He looks so happy to see me, before responding, “well you’re looking great aren’t ya love.” He pushes and prods me as if he’s inspecting me as I proudly stand there giving him the doe eyes he demands. He smirks as he pulls me out of the elevator and plants his lips on mine. I can barely help but come right there as I feel my cock stretch at my speedo. I moan but keep it together, feeling his pursed lips grow into a smirk before he pulls away and laughs. 

I tilt my head at him before he speaks once more, “you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now right, pet?” My face grows warm with blush, surely betraying my cluelessness as I struggle to remember. I had a meeting or? No, Haha As if! I, I could never work a stupid office job~ I try to look as coy as possible, inviting him to jog my memory. His eyes grow dark, not from aggression, but a hunger welling within him as he answers, “I need ya to get those posh wankers and bring them to me eh, doll? Need to them to submit yeh?”

My smile grows wide as my mind fills with excitement for this task. I’m gonna be so good and Mikey will be so proud of me! None of those boring businessmen will be able to resist me hehe! I begin to make my way out to the beach looking for any salarymen looking especially susceptible to my charms. I strut around, my body on display to everyone, monkeysuit suckers and other horny tourists alike. As if any of them have something more important going on hee hee! Soon they’ll all realize there is nothing more important than pleasuring Mikey!

Coming Home Yet Again

Be sure to read Part 1 by @tf-lover first!

It’d been a couple of days since I tried on Richard’s ‘special’ underwear from lifecorp and the transformation that came with it had finally worn off, returning me to my boring old female form. I didn’t hate being a woman of course. I never had. But that feeling of being a massive bulky man with a thick cock had been intoxicating on so many levels just like Richard said. I almost couldn’t believe it when he told me he used to be a woman as well but I can’t blame him for getting addicted to that new body after experiencing what it’s like for myself.

That said, we'd already talked about getting a new pair of underwear for me from LifeCorp as well. One with my own custom body built into it and everything so that we wouldn’t be twins this time. Not that us being identical hunks wasn’t hot but it certainly wouldn’t be easy to explain when people saw us kissing and holding hands out in public.

“Okay so this is the site I bought them from…” Richard said as he pulled up a previous tab from the history on his laptop. “I came across it after seeing an advertisement and I was just too intrigued to ignore it.” He scrolled through the site a little, passing by all sorts of seemingly crazy options and sub sections that talked about nanotechnology and bodysuits. But he stopped once he reached the section about transformative clothing which I assumed used this nanotech the site had been going on about. A few more clicks and we found ourselves at a ‘customise your body’ page where Richard handed me the reigns.

On the screen there was a 3D model of a nude man that looked almost frighteningly realistic. He was very average looking however there were tons of editing options I could use to change his body. Some options were broad while others were very specific. I could alter the height, structure, ethnicity, weight, hair, features, muscles and so much more. Everything was customisable. It sort of reminded me of the sims but with even more detail. To the point where Richard eventually just left me to it as I spent the next god knows how many hours customising my new body. Trying out every option I could find and seeing what changed. You could even make mental alterations that would take effect as well such as altering your attitude and the natural way you carry yourself. Altering the things you find interest in and what hobbies you enjoy. You could even choose your sexuality! The amount of detail only continued to blow me away at every step.

When I was finally finished I leaned back in my chair to admire my work. Looking at the body I’d created for myself with pride. I double checked almost anything to make sure there wasn’t anything else I wanted to add or change and once I was certain I made sure to save all the changes and apply my customised body. From there all I had to do was select an article of clothing for my body to be attached to and naturally I picked a pair of boxer briefs similar to Richard. And as I already knew the site said that the transformation would linger for days even after removing the clothing it was attached to making it easy to wash them, take showers and have sex without worrying about turning back to normal.

Before I knew it I completed all the steps, paid the money and my order from LifeCorp was on its way!

I didn’t show Richard my new body on the site because I wanted it to be a surprise but going off what he’d told me these last few days about his preferences in men, I was sure my new male body was gonna drive him crazy.

When the package finally arrived I couldn’t have been more ecstatic. I was the only one home at the time which gave me the perfect opportunity to try it out before Richard got back. And that’s exactly what I did. Ripping open the package like an animal until I got to my new underwear that was sealed in an airtight bag. Chills ran across my body as I unsealed the bag and pulled out the pristine boxer briefs. They looked big just like Richards but I knew they’d fit me perfectly soon enough.

I undressed and soon enough I was slipping the boxers up my slim feminine legs until they fit very loosely around my waist. I was afraid they’d just slide down if I let go. But I didn’t have to worry long as seconds later the boxers started to do their thing as a familiar stream of energy flowed through my body.

It started the same way as it did before with an aching sensation spreading from head to toe and shortly after my typically feminine features started to reduce. My breasts being the most obvious as they deflated into a flat chest with smaller nipples while my form started to lose its feminine shape. My voice shifted up an octave or two as my face started to look a little less womanly. Before long I looked pretty androgynous. Riding the line between male and female where I could honestly fit into either category. But I knew that wouldn’t last long.

I low whimper escaped my lips as my body continued to shift further towards the masculine side of the spectrum. My height started to increase with not only my limbs but my torso as well lengthening. Pushing my former 5”7 statue up and up until I was passing 6 feet and reaching an impressive 6”3. At the same time I could feel my hands and feet growing larger to compensate for everything else that was about to come.

It was only then that I noticed my hair retracting fast just like it had the first time I became a man. Those long brunette locks receded back into my scalp until I didn’t have much more than a short buzz. In contrast to that however, facial hair sprouted across my jaw once again in a neat and well trimmed fashion that certainly gave my face a more manly edge. A look that was only further emphasised as my facial structure shifted away from the androgynous look and more towards rugged masculinity. As my looks became sharper, losing any kind of feminine softness I might’ve had left.

Only then did I let out a sudden grunt as if I’d just been sucked punched in the gut, the sound coming out deep and hoarse while my pussy heated up like crazy. I knew exactly what this was. My reproductive system rearranging itself starting with my ovaries transforming inside me. Shifting around until another groan escaped my lips at the feeling of a large sack forcing it way out of my vagina and with it two heavy testicles that were eager to pump my system full of testosterone. Following this I could already feel the folds of my pussy starting to seal up but before they could finish, a small little cock head pushed its way through just above my new balls. And as the final tracing of my vagina faded from existence, my new dick throbbed and grew until it was a good healthy size that any man would be proud of. Perfect for stretching tight holes and blowing thick loads.

By now I was already a fully fledged man in every sense as a subtle layer of body hair swept across my legs and forearms. However I still knew this was far from over.

There was a small pause in the transformation that allowed me to catch my breath. But it didn’t last long as soon enough almost every muscle in my body was consumed by a mix of icy cold and burning hot sensations that should’ve been excruciating in theory yet all I felt was an odd mix of discomfort and delight. Having gone through this once already, I recognised this as the feeling of my muscle fibres breaking down and rejuvenating over and over again at an incomprehensible speed. Cramming years worth of intense training into a matter of minutes and the results were quickly beginning to show.

My chest began to protrude once more but this time with solid muscle instead of fat as it formed into a strong pair of pecs. My shoulders and traps thickened with wide muscle that would only serve to enhance the look of my broadening back. A helpless grin splashed across my manly face as I watched my biceps and triceps balloon with powerful mass that would bulge at the slightest movement with my forearms quickly following suit. Though I couldn’t help gritting my teeth slightly as a solid set of abs cobbled themselves onto my stomach with grace. All the while I could feel my glutes thickening into a tight hefty jock butt behind me that I just knew Richard was going to adore. And of course I couldn’t forget my legs as my thighs grew so thick that even if it weren’t just for my new cock and balls I’d still be forced to man spread from now on. My calves certainly weren’t eft out of the fun either as they bulked out to a thick rounded size, leaving me with the physique of a gym god! Thick manly muscle from head to toe.

I started to flex almost immediately out of sheer glee. “God I missed this…” were the first words to come out of my mouth in this sexy new baritone voice of mine. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what it’d been like to have Richard’s big burly body since I changed back. I've been craving it. The wait for getting my own pair of transformative underwear had been grueling to say the least but it was well worth it now as it posed in all my male bodybuilder glory and could hardly stop myself from groping every inch of this new form.

“And I definitely missed this.” I added, tugging open the front of my briefs to get a look at my new junk. Slipping a hand inside to get a shameless squeeze of my new man meat and cradle my balls a little. I’d found that oddly satisfying before in my husband's body and I could now confirm that it just seemed to be a male thing that cradling your balls feels weirdly soothing.

From there I did pretty much everything you could think of in the short amount of time I had before Richard came home. Feeling every damn ridge of muscle across my new body. Checking out my muscle ass in the mirror. Playing with my new cock a little. Just for fun I tried on a pair of Richard’s big ass white socks that would have swamped my feet before and couldn’t help feeling a little giddy when they wrapped around my new feet, nice and snug. I even slipped one of his hats on for a laugh and I had to admit it kinda suited me. I was gonna try on some more of his clothes when I heard his car pulling up in the driveway so instead I made a dash for the kitchen where I stood waiting as if everything was normal.

“Hey babe I’m ho-ohhh what the fuck!?” Richard blurted out, eyes wide when he caught sight of me. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he quickly realised that I wasn’t some random stranger in his house. “Wait… Alison? Is that you??” He asked, a hesitant smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s Alex now bro.” I responded with a cocky smirk in return, the jock bro attitude I’d installed with the mental changes now starting to shrine through. “My briefs from LifeCorp arrived earlier today and I couldn’t help myself dude. I just had to try these babies on and fuuuuuuck I feel amazing!” I tossed up my right arm in a powerful bicep flex before leaning in to kiss the muscle. “Barely been able to keep my hands off these guns.” I chuckled before sauntering up to Richard confidently.

“Woah. You uhhhh definitely made a great body for yourself… babe.” Richard gulped as I placed my hands on his waist. Even though we weren’t twins this time, I still felt just as huge and powerful as him which was a rush all on its own.

“You know I did baby.” I pressed my lips against his confidently, savouring that sweet feeling of our beards rubbing together. “Never felt fucking better!”

Richard’s face was already glowing red. “I can tell you messed around with those mental settings a little as well huh.” He stated, having quickly picked up on my dramatic change in tone and attitude.

“Ohhhhh yeah bro. Changed my speech up a little. Added a lust for fitness. Even knocked a couple points off my IQ because who the fuck needs to smart when you can be fucking swole! All the knowledge I need is gym knowledge dude.” I spouted. Of course I hadn’t made myself as dumb as brick, though I was tempted. Just enough to give off that authentic dumb gym bro vibe was all. And I was loving every second.

Without a second of hesitation I reached down and squeezed my husband's fat ass. “That said… I’m dying for a workout.”

“Oh yeah?” Richard blushed as our hard bulges rubbed together. “You uhhh… wanna head down to the gym and get a good sweat on?”

“Abso-fucking-lutly bro.” I gave Richard’s ass a hard smack, feeling it jiggle beneath my hand. “And after that the two of us can head to one of the private shower cubicles where I can get a good dick workout on that big ass of yours.” I snarled. Part of me wanting to just rip his clothes off now and slam my cock inside of him. God I loved having a dick even if it meant fucking was all I could think about half the time.

“Sounds like a plan bro.” He said somewhat teasingly as he went off to get changed and grab me some of his gym clothes to borrow as well. I could already tell our lives we’re going to be a hell of a lot better this way. Maybe one day we’ll have to hit LifeCorp up again to see if there’s a way to make these transformations truly permanent.

"Any last words?" the hero asked.

"Let me fulfill your wish" the muscular evil spirit bargained.

"Heh, what do I not already ha-" "Let me enter your body"

"What?"

"Don't pretend, I knew you wanted this since we met"

"Ridiculous, I-"

"Heh- who knew the Earth's superhero has a big bulging possession fetish. This place is SO doomed! You should join us and be a villain"

"Enough!" The superhero launched an energy bolt, attempting to vaporize the demon.

"Dont worry-" The demon, appeared behind the superhero, paralyzing him with his leftover power.

"What are you-" "I'll make sure the process is really enjoyable for you" The ghost laughed and started entering the hero's body from behind.

The ghost started by putting his muscular arms slowly into the hero's muscular arms, massively inflating them in the process.

"Let my dark power enter your body, hero!"

"Urk, no!!!!"

"You said no, but your body's sucking me in!" laughs the demon.

The ghost's legs enter the hero's calves, also inflating them in the process.

"This power coursing through my veins... I'm becoming so much bigger, so much stronger...." the hero lets out an evil laugh as he feels more of the ghosts's essence enter him. The hero can feel his pants getting tight and about to burst out.

"Now for my favourite part, hero" The ghost grins devilishly

The ghost thrusts its thick spectral cock into the hero's behind, merging it with the hero's already erect cock. The hero's pants explodes out of his waist as his cock grows in girth and length. The hero throws his head back in euphoria.

Then, the ghost pushed his chest into the hero's chest, inflating both pecs like a balloon in the process. At this point, the hero looks like a hulking bodybuilder with two heads, his own head and a spectral head behind him.

"YES, YES, YES!!! MORE! BIGGER!" The hero laughs maniacally in ecstasy, while also flexing his newly god like muscular body.

"So hero, do you want me to g-get out of your body now?" the demon teases the hero, as he also tries to hide his utter enjoyment in the process.

"No, NO BE ONE WITH ME," says the hero with crazed eyes

"MERGE WITH ME, DEMON, AND LET'S RULE THIS WORLD TOGETHER"

"Good, the contract has been sealed, now LET ME IN HERO!"

The demon laughs. Its head finally entering the hero's head. The hero moaned throughout the possession process and finally let out a roar once the possession is complete. Streams of ghostly and human cum spurted out of the hero's cock as the two entity merged into a single godly form. Gone is the hero's kind and agile look. The Earth's hero is now a hulking muscle meat with crazed eyes and smile.

"The earth IS doomed indeed..."

Freak Accidents

Seth woke up in an incredibly good mood. Today was the big day and he knew it. He practically jumped out of bed as soon as he heard his phone alarm go off for 7 in the morning. Seth walked to his bedroom door, opened it slightly, and stuck his ear in the crack. He waited for a moment, listening, but as far as he could tell, the house was almost completely silent. The only noise he could just barely make out was the sound of his tío Ronnie sleeping down the hallway. Seth smiled, then closed his door again. Seth then opened the closet and pulled out a leather bound book he had stashed in the back. The book was called the Tonis Maximus. It was in tatters, ready to fall apart at any second, but he made extra sure to keep it safe. 

The Tonis wasn’t like any other old, beaten down book. While it seemed to be nothing special on the outside, it actually held a plethora of magical knowledge on the inside. Seth was able to get hands on it thanks to his job at the city library. The book was just sitting in the library archives along with all the other books nobody's checked out in years. It was dismissed as being just another collection of old myths and folklore. Nobody knew the great power the Tonis contained, nobody except Seth. He was digging around in the archives one day when he stumbled upon the book. Out of pure boredom, he decided to read a page or two out of the Tonis. From the moment he first laid eyes on it, a world full of supernatural phenomena was opened up to Seth. Realizing what kind of power the book contained, Seth decided to smuggle the Tonis out of the library and keep it all for himself. 

Since he first obtained the book several years ago, Seth has been studying up on its magical content. He’s tried his hand at turning objects into gold through alchemy, predict the future through clairvoyance, and he’s even communicated with souls of the dead! Although Seth was very limited in what he could do (casting magic was very draining on the body after all), he was still on his way to becoming a proper witch. And the best part? Nobody except Seth knew about the Tonis!

Seth sat on his bed and he opened the Tonis to a page he had bookmarked. The bookmarked page contained instructions for the latest ritual Seth wanted to master. Body possession. 

Seth read through the directions, then took off his clothes just as the book said to do. He then pulled out his phone and recorded a quick video of himself.

“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s the charm, but even if it fails again, I’ll just try again until I get it right. I’m staying at my uncle’s place in Mexico for the summer, so I got plenty of time to perfect this spell. Wish me luck!”

Seth finished recording his self-documentary and put away his phone. He paused for a moment to reflect on his previous attempts. The first time he used the spell was when he tried to possess his neighbor back home. While he managed to get inside his body, the bodybuilder had no problem expelling his soul right out through sheer willpower. The second attempt was no better. He used it to possess his old high school principal, but although he got inside his body, he couldn’t move at all! Seth was starting to grow impatient after having back to back failures. He wanted to get it right this time, and with tío Ronnie on standby, he was sure he’ll nail it down in no time!

Seth placed his hand on his doorknob and took a deep breath. He then mentally reviewed the ritual procedure one last time; first, get naked, next, find a vulnerable target, then, recite the incantation, and last, push your way into their body! It was a simple 4 step process, all Seth needed now was more practice in executing it. He hyped himself then stepped out of his bedroom, only to be mortified when he saw his tío Ronnie sitting on his bed. He was still visibly sleepy, but now he had a clear view of Seth in his underwear.

“Seth?” Ronnie said in a low, groggy voice. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

“I- uhh…” Seth didn’t know what to say. He didn’t prepare for this scenario. His eyes darted around the hallway while he searched for an answer. “I was… I was on my way to the bathroom! Yeah, I just really needed to pee!!” 

“Dude,” Ronnie winced. “No need to yell, I’m right here. That’s cool, but why are you just in your underwear though? You never do that.”

“Uhhh…” Seth was scrambling again. He could hear his heartbeat getting louder with each passing second. He felt as if no matter what he said, Ronnie would be able to see right through him! “I, um, well-”

“You know what, Sobrino, save it.” Ronnie yawned as he threw himself back on his bed. “It’s too early for this. You do you, but just let me sleep a little while longer, okay?” 

“Y-yes! Goodnight Tío!!” 

Seth hurried into the bathroom and forced himself to pee just like he said he would. He sighed a breath of relief, not because he actually needed to go, but because he was so sure he was about to get caught performing magic. Thankfully, Ronnie’s inability to care about anything kicked in and saved the day. But even though Seth got scared shitless almost getting caught, it wasn’t enough to stop him from his mission! All he needed to do was wait a little bit for Ronnie to fall back asleep, then he could try again.

Seth went back inside his bedroom while he waited Ronnie out. Nearly a full hour had passed before Seth decided it was safe enough to try again. He crept into Ronnie's room and surely enough, he was sound asleep. Seth couldn’t help but grin as he watched Ronnie’s chest rise and fall with every snore. He took off his underwear, ready to attempt the body possession spell for the third time. 

He started by reciting the incantation from the Tonis out loud. As soon as he finished reciting the last word, a wave of nausea overtook Seth. Seth was ready for the lightheadedness to hit him like a truck, but no amount of anticipation could prepare him for how sudden it was. He nearly fell over, head throbbing with pain, but Seth was determined to see the spell through to the end. 

Hand pressing against his temple, Seth forced himself to stumble over to Ronnie. He then laid his nude body on top of Ronnie as carefully as he could. Seth was able to get on top of Ronnie without waking him up, and although it wasn’t his first time getting on top of a man or possessing someone’s body, Seth wasn’t prepared for how intimate it was. He could feel his junk resting on top of Ronnie’s. The thought of them touching dicks was enough for Seth to start getting hard, but he forced himself to shake off the bad thoughts and focus on his real goal. 

Alright… 1… 2… 3, now!!

Seth started pressing his body against Ronnie’s sleeping body. He knew if he wanted the body possession spell to activate, then he would have to push with everything he’s got! Magic never worked with half-assed effort after all. He pushed and pushed until finally- he could feel himself sinking into Ronnie. It began with his legs and feet. Suddenly, the feeling of Ronnie’s thick leg hair pressing against Seth’s smooth legs was gone. In its place, Seth felt his legs become consumed and enveloped by Ronnie’s thick legs. His feet aligned with Ronnie’s feet like a pair of well-fitting socks, then they began growing and stretching to match their new form. The rest of Seth’s lower half followed suit. His cock and balls slid inside Ronnie’s groin. Seth stifled a moan as it happened. The feeling of his cock slipping into Ronnie’s member like a personal dick sleeve made a rush of pleasure surge through him. That feeling only grew as his dick grew bigger and fatter until he had an identical member to his uncle’s girthy cock. Within seconds, the lower halves of their bodies had fully aligned with another. Seth tried wiggling his hips, and surely enough, he made Ronnie’s hips wiggle around. He could even start to feel the bedsheets underneath Ronnie’s/his ass. The body possession was going well so far. 

“Nrghh…” Ronnie murmured. Seth’s eyes shot open. It seemed like Ronnie was waking up, so he knew he had to hurry up and possess him before it was too late. 

Seth’s torso was pressing against Ronnie’s thick, hairy belly and chest. With some more pushing. Seth could feel his body go past physical limitations and slip inside its new vessel. Seth’s presence inside of Ronnie’s body grew with each passing second. He could feel Ronnie’s body heat combine and become his own. Their arms, chest, and gut aligned perfectly as Seth inserted himself in. His body then once again started growing. Seth’s thin frame was rapidly taking on extra body mass. He grew bigger until he had the same bulky build his uncle Ronnie had.

“Ahh fuck!” Seth accidentally squealed out loud. He couldn’t contain himself anymore after all the warm, body stimulation from transforming and possessing Ronnie. Only his head was left. While the rest of his body was already deep inside of Ronnie, his head was sticking out just above Ronnie’s chest.

“Hrm? What the-” 

Ronnie heard Seth’s outburst and lifted his head. Seth saw he was waking up and wasted no time slamming his head into his. He phased right through. The impact made Ronnie lay back again. He then let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed throughout the house. Except it wasn’t Ronnie groaning, it was Seth using his newly obtained voice after a successful body takeover. He had done it. Ronnie’s body was officially his.

“IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED!!”

Seth was ecstatic. Not only was he able to enter someone else’s body, he was actually able to move around this time! The body possession spell worked! 

He jumped out of bed bursting with excitement, although he nearly fell over due to almost losing his balance. He immediately felt the difference in body weight between his body versus Ronnie’s body once he was on his feet. Seth took a moment to let himself get used to moving around with a bulkier body, then walked up to the mirror to admire himself. 

“Whewww… Looking good, Tío Ronnie… Or should I say, me?” 

Seth chuckled. He ran his hand across his face, letting his fingers stroke against the fine beard hairs he now possessed. Seth always shaved off his facial hair before it could fully grow in. He was amazed how it felt to have an actual beard on his face.

Seth looked down and smirked as he saw Ronnie’s body instead of his own. He laid a hand against his new hairy belly and gave it a shake. Seth was always a skinny twink, so to actually have a gut was a new experience for him (and one he was actively enjoying). He ran his hands up his torso, stopping at his chest to cup his squishy pecs. He then tried flexing his chest muscles and watched as he managed to get each pec to bounce up a little. Ronnie wasn’t a couch potato by any means, but also he wasn’t a full fledged gym rat either. The end result of being somewhere in between led to him having a larger, bulkier build with some muscle behind the girth. It was definitely a different body type than what Seth was used to, but it was one he was actively enjoying as he stripped down naked and continued admiring the newly possessed goods he now had thanks to the magic book.

After he had successfully possessed his Tío Ronnie, Seth decided to keep practicing the body possession spell until he decided he had mastered it. He decided to step it up and try possessing a police officer the following day. Unfortunately, while Seth was able to sneak his way into the cop’s body, he was unable to take control over him. Seth was trapped as a mere passenger inside the cop’s body as he went about his day like normal. 

Seth had no idea what he was doing wrong. After failing to fully possess the police officer, Seth decided to try possessing Ronnie again. Surely enough, he was able to slip inside Ronnie and take control like it was nothing. Why was Seth able to possess his Tío Ronnie but not anybody else? None of the other spells in the Tonis gave Seth this much trouble! It was certainly an intriguing problem, and it was one Seth would have to solve alone. He had to keep his magical activities a secret; after all, who knows what would happen if someone found out… 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Seth focused most of his time and energy on figuring out how to master the body possession spell. He decided to try possessing a variety of men first. Although Seth’s actions were pretty limited due to the fact he had to be naked in order to perform the spell, he was still able to possess a dad, a bear, and another twink just like him. He wanted to see if it was a matter of a specific body type. But it was no use. No matter who he possessed, Seth just wasn’t able to take control over their bodies. Yet, despite all those failures, Seth was still able to possess Ronnie without a single problem! 

Seth was getting pretty frustrated. He just couldn’t figure out why he could possess Ronnie but not anyone else! Against his better judgment, Seth decided to entertain the possibility that the spell was limited to familial members only. However, even when he tried possessing one of his cousins, he still couldn’t possess them! Seth was truly stumbled, but even so, he refused to give up. He refused to accept that there was a magic spell he could not fully master.

Seth’s next action plan was to go all in with possessing his Tío Ronnie. He figured if he can’t fight against the current, he might as well swim with the current instead. Seth started possessing and staying inside of Ronnie’s for longer periods of time whenever he hopped into him. At first it was just overnight, but then it grew to a day, then two days and so on. Ronnie had mentioned to Seth that he began to feel weird. He couldn’t articulate the strange feeling very well, but he said felt as though he had become a bystander in his own life. Seth reassured him that it was nothing, that it was probably just the summer heat getting to him. Ronnie bought it, and Seth was glad he could keep possessing him without much worry. He needed to! Seth’s rationale was that if he could get accustomed to controlling a body that wasn’t his own for an extended period of time, then maybe he could use that experience to take over other bodies. Practice makes perfect, or so the saying goes anyway. 

Seth continued practicing the spell on Ronnie regularly. It had gotten to the point where Seth didn’t even need to check the Tonis for the lengthy cantation anymore. He already had it committed to memory with how many times he used it! Seth’s next goal was to possess Ronnie’s body for two weeks straight. After so much time possessing Ronnie, Seth considered it his second home away from home. There was almost nothing Seth could do with his body that he hadn’t already tried doing with Ronnie’s body. He was that comfortable now. 

The sun was setting on his 14th day as Seth came out of the gym, drenched with sweat after a good workout. Seth sat in the car and let out a heavy breath as he waited a minute to let himself cool down. Ronnie was a heavy sweater, way more than Seth was. And with all the body hair he had, the sweat would bead up and drip off of his hair whenever he worked out. Although it was an adjustment at first, Seth grew to love it. He never realized how good his uncle’s body odor smelled. He had a naturally manly musk that was incredibly potent and intoxicating to sniff. Seth couldn’t help but sniff his own armpits after he got all sweaty. He loved his scent, and he loved watching as drips of sweat hung off of the forest of hair he had in his pits.

Seth intended to just take a quick sniff of his pits before driving back home, but he was getting too entranced by his own sweaty aroma. The tent forming in his mesh shorts was undeniable proof that he was into it too! Seth paused and looked down to see his protruding bulge. He shouldn’t be this aroused, but he knew he was the reason why he was already hard with just smelling his own sweaty pits. 

When Seth first challenged himself to possess Ronnie for 14 continuous days, he also swore to himself to not do anything sexual while inside his body. He was able to get by the two weeks without much difficulty. But of course, that also meant he was holding a 14 day load in. No doubt his body was itching for some relief, and although Seth was ready to just power through the last day, he couldn’t help but stare at the large, obscene bulge in his shorts. Against his better judgment, Seth let one of his hands slither down his body until it reached his bulge. His fingers wrapped around his rock hard member and gave it a light tug through the mesh fabric of his shorts. It was nothing more than a quick rub, but it was enough to get Seth squirming in his carseat as the warm pleasure of rubbing his sensitive, erect dick began to kick in. It was no use, he had to get off and he had to do it now!

Seth practically ripped his shorts with how quickly he took them off. His cock sprang out as it was released from its clothing imprisonment. Seth looked at his uncle’s fat cock with wonder as it stood upright in its full glory right in front of him. He was jealous that Ronnie had a view like this everytime he jerked off. Seth grinned as he wrapped his calloused palm around his new dick, fully relishing the fact that it was his turn to tug on that girthy member now. 

His breath became bated as he pumped himself. Seth threw his head back and let out several guttural moans from deep within his lungs. 

“Fuck yeah… You like that…? You fucking dirty bitch, yeah you like that huh…”

Seth kept talking dirty in between groaning and panting like a wild animal in heat. He loved using his uncle’s deep voice and heavy Mexican accent to talk dirty. Just hearing Ronnie’s voice come out of his mouth while he jerked off made his throbbing dick leak with precum. His thick, hairy thighs became soaked with precum and sweat as he increased the speed of his strokes. He had all the car windows closed and the AC off. In cutting off the air flow, it quickly became very warm in the car. Seth’s stolen body started sweating again, which in turn, made his sweaty musk come back. He grunted as he sniffed his pits, fueling his mind with an ecstasy-like sensation through the power of smell. 

“Arghh, fuckk…!”

Seth couldn’t last much longer. He was getting close. He picked up his stroking speed and within the next minute, ropes of warm cum shot out of him. Seth bellowed his moans as the endorphins rushed throughout his body. His fat cock was like a water gun as it shot load after load of sticky cum until both his body and the car was covered in jizz. Seth was red in the face and out of breath by the time he fully finished. After all the time and energy he put into researching the body possession spell and while trying to stay abstinent too, a good jerk off session was very much needed! But although Seth got the relief he didn’t realize he was desperately needing, his intense self-pleasure session caused the already finicky spell to act up again. Before Seth could even react, he was ejected out of Ronnie’s body. The sharp pain of getting literally torn out of Ronnie was overwhelming. Seth blacked out as a result.

…When Seth came to, he found himself lying on his bed. He looked around his room, letting the comfort of a familiar place ease his mind while he got his bearing together again. He had some mild body pain, but nothing he couldn’t manage. Seth was grateful that he came out relatively unharmed after a freak accident like that. 

He sat up in bed and realized he was wearing shorts now. Seth wasn’t sure how he got clothed or how he even got back home, but then he found a note on the ground with answers to his questions. It read: “Found you knocked out so I carried you to your bed. I also put on some clothes so you weren’t naked. Don’t go out drinking so much if you can’t handle it. Rest up, I’ll see you soon,” signed by Ronnie. 

Seth let out a heavy exhale after reading the note. He was horrified at the thought of his uncle finding him naked and passed out somewhere. However, as far as he could tell by the note, it seemed like Ronnie was still not the wiser about what his nephew has been up to lately. Seth could rest a little bit easier knowing his secret was still safe.

Seth picked up his phone, which was right next to the note on the ground. He unlocked it and checked the time. Apparently, a full 24 hours had passed since Seth was forcibly removed from Ronnie’s body. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he figured it must’ve been pretty bad if it knocked him out cold for an entire day! 

Seth wanted to spend the rest of the day resting, but then his mind began abuzz with thoughts. He walked over to his door and peeked out of it, where he then saw Ronnie taking a midday nap down the hallway. The sight of his sleeping tío made the urge to possess him kick in. Seth’s initial thought was to just let both him and Ronnie rest before he tries casting magic again. But then the memory of the freak accident came back. Seth had magic accidents before, but they were never to that extent. The more he thought about it, the more he worried that he might have lost the power to possess people due to the accident. His mind became restless worrying about it. Seth wanted to ignore it, but he just couldn’t. He needed to know if he had lost his casting abilities for good or not.

“Okay… Just one quick possession…” Seth whispered to himself. “I just need to check if I can still possess people. Just five minutes, then I hop out and rest…”

Seth repeated his plan to himself multiple times. He knew this was probably the riskiest thing he had done with magic thus far, but with how great his anxiety was becoming, it quickly became his only option in his mind. Once he reassured himself enough, Seth took the first step towards his tío’s bedroom. It should be simple, just a quick in n out. He had already possessed Ronnie so many times after all, it should be easy enough. It should’ve been. But when Seth stepped into Ronnie’s bedroom, he was nowhere to be found. Seth tried looking for him but he couldn’t find him anywhere. It was like he had disappeared from the house!

“Maybe it’s for the best… I’ve been getting too reckless with magic anyway…” Seth mumbled as he walked back to his bedroom with his head dangling with defeat. He stepped back into his room and closed his eyes to take some deep breaths. However, just as he stood in the middle of his room, his door was slammed shut and standing in front of it was Tío Ronnie.

“Looking for someone, Sobrino?”

Seth felt his heart drop into his stomach when he heard Ronnie’s voice. He turned his head slowly and was met with Ronnie’s staring daggers into him. Seth swallowed his breath. The air in the room had become nauseatingly tense. He wanted to get out of there, but with Ronnie standing right in front of the door, chances of escape were slim to none.

“Um… Hi, Tío…” Seth said meekly.

“Hey. Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

“Hm? N-No, I don’t think so…”

“Really. What’s this then?” 

Ronnie reached for something in his back pocket. He pulled it out and threw it onto the ground right in front of Seth. Seth’s eyes nearly jumped out of his head when he saw the Tonis Maximus. His breathing became shorter and labored. He knew more likely than not that he had been caught.

“Uhh what is that?” Seth feigned a laugh. Ronnie shook his head and took a step forward.

“Drop the act, it’s not cute. You’ve been acting weird ever since you got here back in July. At first I just ignored it, figured you just needed some time to get used to living here. But you never did. You just kept acting weirder and more secretive, almost like you were paranoid about something. Meanwhile, I started feeling weird too. I would wake up with body aches and random bruises, even when I don’t remember doing anything that would cause that. But I figured these two things just couldn’t be connected. Right, Seth?”

“But I was wrong, they were all connected. What really set me off was when I woke up in my car sweaty, naked, and covered in my own cum. How the fuck did I end up like that? Why would I end up like that? None of it made sense! But then when I got home, I found you passed out and naked in the backyard. I can handle one or two strange, out of the ordinary things happening, but this many? Nah. I can’t ignore that, I needed answers. And so, while you were passed out, I decided to snoop around your room for a bit. And surely enough, I found the one missing piece to the puzzle I needed tucked away in my beloved nephew’s clothes.” 

Ronnie pointed to the Tonis laying on the ground. Seth felt a cold shiver run down his spine, but remained quiet. 

“I’m not stupid, Seth. I know you’ve been using magic to take over my body. I couldn’t believe it at first- Hell, I didn’t want to believe it! But it’s the only thing that explains everything that’s been going on in this house ever since you arrived.”

“Wh-Wh-What are you going t-to do with me…?” Seth finally spoke up, albeit with a shaky voice.

“I’m glad you asked,” Ronnie smirked. He then got closer to Seth while taking off his clothes. Seth took a step back, but froze with sheer panic when he heard Ronnie recite the body possession spell. “Now it’s my turn to have some fun! You don’t mind, right? It’s only fair, after everything you’ve done…”

Ronnie charged at Seth. Seth was able to sidestep him, but as he ran for the door, Ronnie grabbed onto him and slammed him face first onto the bed. Seth got the wind knocked out of him, and even though he struggled to break free, Ronnie had him firmly pinned down. It was no use, he had lost.

“Alright! Now all I gotta do is enter you right!?” Ronnie yelled. Seth could feel something long and hard rubbing against his ass and knew immediately there had been a misunderstanding.

“Wait! You’re not supposed to literat- AH FUCK!!”

Seth was too late. He shouted out in pain as Ronnie shoved his fat cock into him with little to no warning. Ronnie then started to thrust his hips into Seth while keeping him pinned onto the bed.

He was pounding away at Seth’s ass like an angry jackhammer. Seth could feel the weight of his big and strong uncle laying on top of him as he fucked him. The hair on Ronnie’s chest and stomach felt good brushing against his back while he thrusted into him. Seth was a well experienced bottom. If he wanted to have a good time, he knew not just any random top could get the job done. But with Ronnie’s girthy cock filling him up and his aggressive hip-thrusting rhythm, Seth found himself in heaven as Ronnie fucked him like a personal sex toy.

“Ah! Nrghhh… Fuck! Ahh!!”

“C’mon, open up that ass for me!”

Ronnie had Seth in a tight bear hug as he fucked him. Seth could feel his uncle really laying out all his body weight on top of him. Then, it happened. Seth’s moans grew louder and more intense as he began to feel his uncle phasing into his body. It was only his asshole at first, but then his entire body started getting filled up with the warm presence of a man as he got possessed. However, Seth was a much thinner man compared to Ronnie.

“Fuck…! Fuckk…! FUCKKKK!!! AHHH!!!” Seth cried out. He could feel his body getting stuffed to its physical limits as Ronnie pushed his bulky body into his twink body. Seth felt as if his skin was about to burst open with how full he was. But luckily for him, Ronnie was able to get inside of him without severely injuring him. However, although Ronnie had fully inserted himself into Seth, he was unable to control Seth’s body. The body possession was a failure. But to add insult to injury, Seth couldn’t move his own body either because he had become too bloated to move! It took several minutes but eventually Seth’s body was able to return to normal once it was able to adjust for all the extra body mass it had taken on. Seth was able to move like normal again, although thanks to Ronnie, he was no longer the same skinny twink as before. He had grown to match Ronnie’s body type.

“Man! I look pretty good!” Seth said out loud. His voice had dropped several octaves in pitch. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening- the body possession spell was clearly too unstable to follow any logic, but at least this time, Seth was enjoying the results!

Hey! What the fuck!? Why can’t I move! I want to possess you! Not just sit in here!!

Seth could hear his uncle’s voice inside his mind. He felt an itch in his head for a brief moment, but then it disappeared. But then Seth felt a sudden, burning sensation in his chest. It made him kneel over with pain. He felt as if every fiber of his existence was getting pulled and tugged on!

“Hey!! What are you doing!?” Seth shouted out in pain.

I’m going even deeper!! I’m gonna possess you no matter what, even if it means I have to take over your soul!!

Seth’s mind went into full panic mode. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout at Ronnie to stop. He was going to depths even he had never explored with magic! There was no telling what was going to happen, but so long as Ronnie was inside of Seth, there was nothing Seth could do but endure it…

Seth was gasping for breath as he felt a cold wave flow over his body. The icy sensation began in his heart then spread throughout the rest of his body. No doubt Ronnie had made it inside of his soul by now. All of the major muscle groups in his body inflated with body mass. His chest filled in with firm pecs, his bicep and leg muscles became toned, his ass grew larger and well rounded. Hair began to sprout on every square inch of his body. At first, his hairy body resembled Ronnie’s, but the hair growth didn’t stop there. Arms, legs, pits, ass, pubic, beard, everywhere on Seth’s body had become a jungle of thick, black hair, far surpassing Ronnie’s body hair! 

Seth groaned as he felt his cock stretching and growing. His cock thickened until he had the same hung, fat dick as his uncle. It grew out into an impressive 6.5 inches with some heavy girth to boot. His hairy balls hung lower than before as they began producing cum and testosterone en masse. By the time Ronnie finished possessing Seth’s soul, Seth had become completely unrecognizable. Seth and Ronnie had merged together to form a new man due to the soul possession that had taken place. The soul possession had taken traits from the 20 year old and 38 year old and combined them together to create the new 29 year old Ignacio.

Seth was breathing heavily as all of the bodily sensations he was experiencing began to subside. His vision grew blurry, but never recovered. Seth closed his eyes, panting for breath, and passed out on the ground.

Days had passed since Seth and Ronnie fused together. After the fourth day of being unconscious, the newly formed Ignacio woke up with groggy eyes. He picked himself up and let out a guttural yawn that nearly shook the house walls. He scratched his chest as he stretched, his fingers getting caught occasionally due to how thick his curly chest hair was. 

“Man… What the fuck happened to me…” Ignacio thought out loud. His voice had a baritone pitch and a heavy Mexican accent. Ignacio looked around and spotted a phone on the ground. He picked it up and opened the gallery through the quick start camera shortcut. The first thing on the phone gallery was a video of some shirtless young man recording himself. Ignacio played the video. 

“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s-”

Ignacio grew bored of the video and deleted it. He had no idea who Seth was or what he was talking about, and didn’t care enough to find out. Instead, he cleared out the phone entirely and claimed it for himself.

While cleaning up the room, Ignacio found a book titled Tonis Maximus. However, he couldn’t make sense of any of the writing inside. So he tore it apart and threw it into the fire pit, ready to burn at some point. 

Ignacio then proceeded to take a shower to get ready for the day. It was a big day after all, his brothers and sisters were supposed to fly in from the States later that day. Ignacio smiled thinking about his beloved nephews and nieces. He was sure they were just as excited to see Tío Ignacio as he was to see them. 

Ignacio hurried to get dressed and make his way to the airport asap. He was completely oblivious to all the reality-altering magic that made his existence possible, and with the Tonis Maximus destroyed, there was no turning back. Not that Ignacio really minded it; after all, he was living the easy life in his little city in Mexico, fucking men on the downlow and overjoyed whenever his family visited him. Life was as good as it could be now that magic was out of picture, permanently. 

A Few More Kilos

See this image? It’s me before and after the Bodybuilding Competition. Now now, don’t get me wrong, you might be asking about how impossible...

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Big Man on Campus

(a trade with @alphajocklover)

Trent had been going to college for almost 4 years at this point, he was 21 and steadily approaching his 22nd birthday and approaching his graduation even faster. He had spent most of his time inside, working on his computer engineering degree or gaming. He didn't really care for the college party scene, he'd much rather stay in his tidy little single all weekend until monday classes.

but when it finally sank in how close it was to being over Trent couldn't help but have a little bit of regret, should he have hit the gym with the other guys on his floor? should he have joined the casual rowing team just for some fun and exercise? was computer science really what he wanted a degree in? Senior doubt and regret flooded his mind, but there was still an upside. 4 months were left, 4 months he'd make the most of.

Trent went on the college forums looking for something to do, he thought about a few of the options but found two that he really liked. The first was a dungeons and dragons club the second was listen as an exercise club but it also seemed to be a project for two sport science students.

Transformation Experiment Ground: "Our names are Brody and Clark, we are looking for young males on campus who are out of shape looking to get in shape and help with our experiment. Come form a sense of community, get the body you desire and help us with our research!" Monday came and classes went. Normally Trent would go home and smash out a few ours gaming but it was time for his clubs to start. First he had the sport experiment thing, the only issue was he only had a few minutes to get to the dnd club across campus, but he wasn't sure how sweaty he'd get or if he'd need a shower. He just had to hope there was a shower at the campus gym.

Trent checked his phone, he thought he was going to the campus gym but the address was for a room in the athlete scholarship dorms. Trent walked passed the gym and into the building next to it. The halls had photos of previous college athletes plastered up between the doors.

Finally he arrived, right on time, room 223. Trent raised his hand to knock when the door suddenly swung open. Standing before him was a jacked guy with spiked blonde hair in a black tank and grey sweat pants and standing next to him just slightly down the hall was an equally jacked dude with shaggy brown hair in the same outfit.

"hey bro what's up I'm Brody and just over there is Clark"

Brody stuck out his hand but when Trent went to shake it he realised Brody was waiting for a fist bump not a hand shake, Trent awkwardly closed up his hand and bumped Brody's fist. Clark let out a douchey laugh that echoed out the door.

"Come in man, come in"

"You are, the only one comin" Clark sighed

"oh, was I the only one who signed up?"

Trent started to get anxious, guys who looked like this normally bullied him and now he was going to be on his own with them for an hour. Trent made his way into the room, following Brody and Clark.

The athlete dorms were so much bigger than the other rooms he'd been in. There was a large lounge space with a small kitchen, a door to a private bathroom and two bedrooms either side of the lounge.

In the corner of the lounge there was a small fold out chair and table. On the table were 5 green vials and what looked to be an oculus rift stripped down to its basic components.

"so ummm, where do we start with like a workout plan?"

"nah dude, I mean I can totally write you one but this is a bit more of a series of practice experiments" Brody said as he walked over to the small table

"get him hooked up man, I'm gonna grab my laptop with the video"

Trent followed Brody over to the small fold out chair

"its nothing too fancy but our class mates got the actual sports lab, apparently our experiment is pseudo-science"

"what exactly are you guys studying?"

"we are trying to see if active suggestion and nutrients redirection can get people to actively pursue fitness"

"oh damn, I just thought this was like, a workout class" Trent sat down as Brody began setting up the make shift visor. "if you don't mind me asking, what are you guys majoring in?"

"well I'm getting a double major in bio-chemistry and psychology"

"and I'm getting a double major in computer engineering and software development" Clark said as he walked back in carrying an open laptop

Trent's jaw almost dropped to the floor, he'd come here thinking he was going to be made to workout by two dumb jocks who were just going to scribble times on a napkin, but instead he's participating in a proper experiment designed by two people probably leagues smarter than him.

"okay man its real easy, we are gonna hook up an image display for a few minutes and you'll take a shot of this" Clark said as he handed over one of the small green vials.

"errrr, is it safe?"

Clark burst out laughing and Brody couldn't help but crack a smile.

"yeah man, its just a diet supplement you can get offline, fda approved, basically it tells your muscles they want to hold water and your fat cells to burn"

Trent downed the green liquid as Clark flicked the visor down over his eyes. There was a short beep sound before images began to flash on the visor. Flashes of guys working out, of dumbbells and the words you are a jock and you love working out and muscle.

Trent couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry guys this is so corny" He laughed.

The other two began to chuckle as well as the room filled with laughter.

"Look dude, Its the closest thing I could find on YouTube, its about the suggestions" Clark laughed

Suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker and all 3 globes in the lounge burnt out at once.

"what the-" Brody and Clark said in unison, but they were interrupted when sparks began to fly off the oculus. They rushed to try and take it off Trent but were shocked by the electricity. Sparks shout out of the power point in the wall and the two boys watched helplessly as Trent began to convulse in his seat.

Trent let out a painful and stalled out moan as the electricity travelled over the oculus and shocked his temples.

The room was dark was illuminated every few seconds by a shock or spark and the two boys could swear they could see something, something happening to Trent's body. A few more seconds passed before it finally stopped.

Brody and Clark stood there stunned, the sound of beeping could be heard from the kitchen as the oven entered safety mode, but a more concerning noise echoed in the boys ears. The sound of sizzling. Clark carefully walked over to the curtains and opened them, the room filling with light and showing them what had happened to Trent.

He sat in the chair with his head slumped forward, his chin hitting his chest as smoke was rising off the device on his head and all over his body. But what the two saw in the dark wasn't a trick of the light, Trent had indeed gotten bigger. His skinny fat body had expanded, he'd become more lean, his muscles more pronounced and most of the fat on his body had melted away.

Trent let out a moan as a string of drool fell from his mouth

"OH THANK FUCK HE'S ALIVE" Clark cried out with a sigh of relief.

The two rushed over and pulled the device off his head. Trent's eyes instantly responded as he looked up at the two of them.

"wooahh bro, huhu, that was intence" Trent mumbled

"yeah, thank god you're okay" said Brody.

Trent lifted his arm to the side and flexed his bicep and let out a dumb chuckle.

"errr, dude, real quick, what's your name?"

"Trent, duuuhuhuhu, you fuckin forgetful bro?"

Trent seemed okay but something was wrong, even with the short interaction the three of them had, Clark and Brody knew something had happened to him.

"hey Trent, what are you" Brody asked

Trent smirked as he lifted his other arm, completing a double bicep pose.

"a jock, duuuhuhuhu"

Trent stood up and effortlessly pushed passed the two as he started heading towards the door.

"well at least we know his motor functions weren't damaged"

Clark and Brody quickly followed him

"Dude, I really think you should go to the medical centre"

"Nah bro, I got dnd like NOW I gotta boost"

"wait Trent!" Clark yelled out "err, dnd thats an interesting hobbie for a jock, what else are you into"

Trent spun around on the spot with a big smirk on his face

"glad you asked dude, I love three things, gymmin, gamin, dndenin..dndin.....dndining....." Trent's voice trailed off as he tried to finish forming his catchy sentence

"and, what about your major? what are you studying?" Brody asked

"errr huhuhu, like, what's a major?" Trent said turning around to leave again

"FUCK DUDE I THINK WE ACTUALLY FRIED HIS BRAIN" Clark started to panic

"I mean, yeah, but it seems like his core interests and that jock hypno video have combined into a new personality, I dunno if we friend his brain more, re-wrote it"

"DUDE NOW IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE HUMAN BRAIN WE FUCKING CREATED GYM BRO FRANKENSTIEN"

Trent walked out the door into the crowded hallway. Students were all talking over the top of each other in front of their dorm rooms trying to work out what was going on. The two boys raced out to follow Trent.

"Trent dude wait!, errr, tell me about your dnd character" Brody called out desperately trying to stop him from leaving

Trent continued to power forward through the crowd, pushing through them like water with his new powerful body.

"well bro, I was gonna play some like, lil spell caster dude, but like, i dunno bro, numbers are hard, so like, I think I'm just gonna play, like, some sick fucking, roided out minotaur with a huge axe"

Brody was struggling to keep up with Trent, they both had already lost Clark to the sea of students. Brody grabbed onto the back of Trent's shirt which caused him to stop and turn around.

"woah lil dude, if you wanted some action all you had to do was ask, I got an 8 inch python with your na-"

"WHAT!, ha, oh, no dude, errr, that's" Brody's face turned bright red as he got flustered.

"no? damn too bad, you lil fuckin, science dudes are kinda cute"

Brody was stunned, some how all this muscle and new persona had also added a level of charm to Trent that dug right through to his core. But it was too late to grab his attention again. Trent had already pulled away and gone off out of Brody's sight...

One week had passed since the extreme power surge that had hit the Athlete Scholarship Dorms. There almost wasn't a single incident other than a few blown light bulbs and some damaged electronics....almost. The college had found out about Trent, no matter how hard Brody and Clark tried to hide it. However the two got off lucky. Both the College and the investigation into what happened deemed it was an accident that unfortunately resulted in what was being called "Personality Death". Trent had an entirely healthy body and brain with no signs of damages, but something had happen to completely re-write who and what he was.

The college couldn't let Trent graduate, he couldn't even remember what he had enrolled for, but the college still found a purpose for him. The hid the extreme and sudden body transformation from the investigation and gave Trent a 'job'. His official title was research assistant but he was too stupid for any serious work. His real job was to sit there and be injected with experimental steroids. Forced to grow like some roided out lab rat. Not that he cared, every time Trent put on even an ounce of muscle he'd spend hours in the mirror flexing. He was the biggest guy on campus.

[6 years later]

"okay babe, just hold still"

"aahhh, fuck, it feels so good when it goes in"

"you are so weird, I hate getting injections"

"well huhuhu, when you got a sexy lil piece of meat to do em, its a huge fuckin turn on dude"

Brody stood up from the kitchen table and began to clean up the injection kit, chuckling as he did it.

"Trent, that's so cheesy"

Trent stood up, the sound of wood scraping against the floor filled the room as he effortlessly and accidentally moved the entire dining table.

"will it make me look like Captain America huhuhu?"

"babe...seriously, I think we passed the Captain America stage about 150 pounds ago"

"then hit me with all 6 and make me the hulk" Trent pressed his body against Brody and the table.

Brody was no stranger to 300+ pounds pressing against him "I said no Trent" a slight grin cracked across Brody's face, 'besides, for all I know that one shot will add another 50 pounds, we gotta wait and see."

Trent stood there staring into Brody's eyes with an expression that could only be described as a computer failing to load a basic program 10 times in a row.

"Then jab me with all 6 and give me" Trent stopped to count on his fingers, "120 pounds of muscle" a large smirk crept across his face, proud he was able to do the math in his head.

Brody rolled his eyes and chuckled

"that'd be 300 pounds babe" Brody packed up the rest of the kit and left the kitchen.

Trent went to follow after him, he had hit the gym already today so no other thoughts existed in his mind other than getting attention for how big he was from Brody, but as he walked out the kitchen he caught a glimpse of himself and began flexing in the lounge room mirror, completely forgetting what he had been doing just 2 seconds again...

He was so proud of the roided lab rat he had become...

Until recently, I never really understand why the jocks in my town, or anywhere else, tend to behave like a douchebag. The way people seemingly worshipped them due to their built, looks or wealth which led them to behave obnoxiously really showcased how shallow most of us tend to be. But, well, I was just a bitter, pathetic attention whore who thought that my brilliance deserve the same amount of adoration with the jocks incredible feat on court (and in bed), because as soon as I ended up inside Kent, oh boy......

How can you not be self-obsessed when you are looking like this 24/7? A little vanity is inevitable! I was so proud of the way I solved difficult mathematical equation in my head, now why can't I be proud when my biceps flexed like this and some other person just instantly wet themselves upon seeing it in person? That's a major ego boost, and we the jocks deserve to be admired that way. Not to mention, once you become a jock, you surround yourself ONLY with like-minded people, the one with RIGHT mindset you know?

Gym-junkies, people that want to get some muscle to show off, having wide or round shoulder and sick v-taper is a goal, obsessed with molding others to be fit too including people that wanna get close to us because we can't be seen with unfit people, that's a rife place where jocks are validated in their world view

Now, add the muscle and the look with wealth. That's triple kill, because here I am looking hot and flushed with wealth, and you tell me I cannot be a bit of a dickhead to those lowlifes? I cannot just tell those admiring or jealous sons of bitches that they can and should work harder if they want the same privilege like me, or else get the fuck out from my way? That's going to be total BS, because I DO have the RIGHTS to tell them the TRUTH!

I don't think I am better than other people, I FACTUALLY AM BETTER, and this whole change of perspective really illuminated me on why we behave this way, we are just better and anyone that said otherwise are just jealous

‘Becoming the Dom

I’ve always been a dom. I love teasing a guy so much that he begs for sexual release. I love when a guy submits to me and fucking worships me. Yup. I love being a dom, but I didn’t always look the part. I was once a twinky 27 year old with a fetish for being in control. When people saw me, they would assume I was a submissive, bottom. False! I wanted to fuck their brains out and make em moan for me. 

That’s when I thought that maybe I just needed the right gear to make people believe I am a dom. So I go to a leather shop that was just around the corner from where I live and as I walked in, I was greeted by the shop keep. The place was pretty dark, but the shop keep seemed to have an opposite personality to the ambiance. He was tall, had a lean swimmer build, and dressed quite professionally for a place that catered to people with a leather fetish. 

“Welcome. What can I do for you today?”

“I need some leather gear so people can recognize me as a dom. “

He looked at me for a second and told me he had just the outfit. he picked out some gauntlets, arm bands, a pair of pants, and executioner hood. I took a look at the gear he was giving me and thought no way I am gonna fit in any of these. They must have been at least two sizes too big for me. 

“Are you sure these are the right size?”

“Don’t worry. Just try them on. You wont be disappointed. Make sure you try on the hood last. “

“He guided me to the fitting room in the back of the store. I tried on the pants and man were they loose. Same with the gauntlets, and arm bands.” 

“Are you sure these are the right size? I questioned the shopkeep.”

“Yes. When you put on the hood, keep an image of yourself as a dom in your head. “

I thought this guy has to be pulling my leg. I put on the hood and looked in the mirror and thought it was an improvement. In that moment, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body. My body began to inflate like a balloon. First my legs which stretched the pants I was wearing. Then my torso began to look like a bodybuilder’s. My arms grew and expanded so that the arm bands and gauntlets were hugging my now powerful biceps and forearms. I saw in the mirror that I was growing facial hair as well and my face changed shape. 

I no longer saw a twink in the mirror, but instead a muscular hunk in leather gear. I walked out of the fitting room and saw the shopkeep there smiling.

“So…do you like it?”

“I love it.” I responded as I was flexing my newly obtained biceps.

“Wait right there.” 

A few minutes later, he came back wearing a leather jock, some chaps, a harness, and a dog collar. 

If I wasn't hard already, I was rock solid now. I unzipped my pants, revealing my new 9 inch member. 

“Kneel and suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

He got down on all fours and crawled toward me, got on just his knees, then sucked my shaft. I grabbed his head and guided him as he was sucking me faster and faster. 

“Fuck yeah. You like that cock, huh, bitch?”

“Yes…”

Before he could finish I grabbed his head and kissed him. 

“…Sir.”

He got up then leaned up against a wall, bent over presenting his wonderful bubble butt to me.

“Please fuck me, sir. I want you inside of me so bad. Please.”

I walked up behind him and felt down his muscular back down to his bubble butt and gave it a slap. he moaned and it drove me crazy. With a hard thrust, I drove my cock into his ass and he moaned even louder. his moans where intoxicating and I kept thrusting harder and he would moan louder. I pulled out and got him to kneel in front of me again. he opened his mouth and came. he swallowed every last drop. Fuck!

“Hope I served you well, sir. Cum again”. ;)

I happily announce that this story featuring my work with my dear friend as the model (my shots are the man that exhales smoke). He’s aware with my Tumblr-ing activity and the content of my Tumblr, and he’s okay being the model for this one. He even dared me to make this story as hot as possible, well the standard of “hot” is relative but hopefully I’ll pass his “high-level demand”. This is also an answer for the request that asked an Asian muscle growth, sorry if it’s weird.

One day I went to the mall with my friend, Zac. He asked me to company him while searching the perfect present for his anniversary with his girlfriend and our best friend, Helena. We spent several hours in there before we finally found the so-called perfect present, an enormous Minion doll and a vape. Well, Zac and I are in our second year in college and Helena just turned 18, finally going to graduate from high school this summer and coming from such a strict Christian, health-caring family, smoke is a huge no-no in her family, so as a tease, Zac decided that the vape will be a great addition to the Minion.

“Yo Zac, I just remember I’ve to search for something first. What about if you go to your car and meet me in the main entrance?”

“Well, if you say so. Don’t take too long, k? Helena’s party is going to start soon and I haven’t showered yet,”

“K, I’ll call you when I’m done, just wait for me and don’t you dare you leave me,”

He just smiled and left, and I completely unaware that was probably the last time I saw his gentle yet genuine smile……

Long story short, I’ve waited for almost an hour in the Main Entrance and he hasn’t picked me up yet. I’ve texted him and even called him, but no response. Quite worried, I traced his iPhone and weirdly, his iPhone shown that he’s still in the parking spot. I started to think irrationally and afraid of something happen, I went to the parking spot where he parked his car and I was stunned beyond believe at what I saw, he is vaping! Fucking vaping! What the damn hell in that vape until he seems so high? Goddamn weed? I barraged to him and that slapped his cheek carefully

“Ey, Zac. Stop inhale the goddamn vape, Helena’s party is in 1 hour,”

As I tried to took the vape, his hand grabbed mine and then he said

“Zac’s not here…….” he smiled devilishly

“You clearly are high…..and a fuckin’ pussy. High because of vape? I can’t imagine if you use weed, bro,”

I once again tried to grab the vape but he’s hand holding me even tighter than before and then he punched me with his other hand and then yelled

“Put your hand away from my home, you goddamn mortal! I’m going out from him soon after I extracted his knowledge, fuck bro, your friend here is one hell of an intelligent mortal, going to back and forth inside him until he’s knowledge drained,”

He inhaled the vape again and his eyes became white, like when someone is high. Then he said

“Uhhhhhh…….fuckkkk………the knowledge rush is fuckin’ good,”

I also noticed that somehow, his arms getting bigger, not really that big, but it’s bigger than his normal arm……..and somehow his biceps and triceps popped, like someone that new to work out and already gain a quite quick result.

“Ey fuck, some abs to man this boy up, a fair trade for his knowledge,” said Zac to himself as he lifted his shirt to reveal a sudden appearance of a hint of abs set in his once flat belly.

“You know what, mortal? I’ll be back to his body soon, making him bigger and stealing his knowledge even more, but for now, I’ll let him back to you, see you soon,”

And as he said that, he exhaled an enormous cloudy-white smoke from his nose and the smoke slowly back to the vape again, weirdly. Then, after losing his consciousness for a while, he’s back. I tried to destroy the goddamn weird vape but then he hold my wrist and then said

“MINE! Don’t you dare do shit to my vape!”

I never saw him that terrifying so I gave the vape back to him and then he just smirked at me

“Let’s go to Helena’s,”

Since that day, he’s pretty much changing. The usual cheerful and jolly Zac now turned into some obsessive, quiet and loner person, and I also caught him several times being “possessed” by the smoke from that vape and everytime that happen, his body got more defined but I can clearly see from his eyes that his mind becoming dull, drained, it reflected on his score that slowly declined.

One day, after months of not even saying “Hi” to each other, suddenly, one day before summer break, he texted me alongside with a pic

“Not trying to fight me again, mortal?”

Clearly from the pic, he changed his hairstyle, well pretty much all of his style has been changed, becoming more jockish day by day. And his abs now clearly defined even though it’s still quite lanky. Then, he texted again

“C’mon mortal, don’t you want your friend back?”

I can’t do anything. The weird smoke already changed Zac’s life and only God knows what can the smoke did to me. What if that smoke possessed me and also changed me too?

It was 6 months ago and the change on Zac is even more dramatic. He’s not lanky anymore, he is goddamn buff now and his skin is getting some nice tan.

His hairstyle also changed into more manly and somehow his face becoming more angular and more intimidating. He gained several inches in height, which is quite weird because we are 21 at this point and the growth should be slower instead of faster. Gym is becoming his 2nd home and he always spent hours there. He of course becoming dumber, from straight A’s student into straight C’s and D’s, clearly having a hard time cope up with the materials and now in the edge of dropped out. But what shocked me the most is the tattoo that he made 2 months ago in his biceps, clearly the smoke already turned Zac into just a simple-minded piece of meat while it drained his knowledge and resistance to fight the urge to not vape. 

Helena, well, the poor girl already wiped away from his daily life that only focused solemnly on working out and fucking random chicks.

Classes today is finally finished and I can’t wait to step into my dorm and have a nice bath but then suddenly, someone knock me out. I passed out and when I’m awake, I already tied up in a chair inside a vast room, probably an abandoned warehouse, with Zac smiling devilishly in front of me

“Well, well, bro. I hate being abandoned and clearly, my brain is already drained, the smoke doesn’t even want to enter me again. He said I’m too dumb now and nothing left in my mind except the basic human skill and some shitty knowledge about food plan, working out and fucking. As I said before, I hate being abandoned and since the change, the magnificent change that the smoke did to me, everyone tried to be as far away as possible from me, even you, my best friend! But you know what, after this, we will become best friend again, bro, and I’ll guide you so you can have great body like me too. So, are you ready?”

I can’t even scream as the duct tape closed my mouth and then, he moves closer to me and inhale the vape. Then, when our nose touch each other, he opens my duct tape and then choked my throat, forcing my mouth to be wide open and that’s when he exhales the smoke right to my mouth. I can clearly feel the smoke filling every single part of my body, slowly yet surely taking over my body completely. I coughed some smoke out but the smoke seems endless because it keeps coming back. In the verge of letting my body being controlled, Zac smiled to me

“Ohhhhhh……we will be best bros once more, Will,”

1 Year Later

“Great work out today bro!” said Zac

“Yeah sure, bro. Hey, thanks for keep pushing me when I lift that fucking weight……..you really push me to my limit bro,” replied Will, tapping his best bro shoulder

“Well, that’s why I’m here, to help you break that fucking limit. You said that you can’t lift 225 lbs? Well, you just lift 245 lbs shit, and how does it feel?” asked Zac, smiling cockily

“Fuckin’ great. Thanks for that push, bro. You’re the best,” answered Will

“No, we are the best!” said Zac proudly while puffing his chest out,”Now, now, where do you want to go first before we head home?” asked Zac

“Shower? I’m fuckin’ reeked, bro,” said Will, sniffing his clothes and pit

“Well, you’re right. Let’s go then,” said Zac after sniffing his reeked pit

As they walked to the locker room and then the shower, Will asked

“Where’s the vape?”

“Uhhhhh……..dunno. Lost it in that frat party last week, well, it’s not healthy, so who care?”

“Yeah, you’re right bro”

Adjusting To New Life

“Let’s start this routine” said Peter to himself as he takes off his clothes and tosses it

He never visit gym before but since he suddenly drained Steve, the soccer team captain, muscle in a horrible accident in the chemistry lab, instead of the library, Peter (now he prefer to be called Pete) now found himself in gym or training with the other soccer team member. At first, they reluctantly agree to accept that their real team captain now turned into nerd and they have to accept the nerd that they once bullied together became their team captain but as the time goes by, they just act like Pete has been the team captain since the first time. He’s less nerdy too now but still a lot nicer compared to Steve’s authoritative and self-centered attitude.

The change is not only affecting the physique, but also their mentality and knowledge, but not too drastic. For simple, Peter now have the knowledge about sports, especially soccer and how to live healthy and keep his body fit. There’s also an additional dash of sex knowledge and how to please women now in his mind, but he lose some of his academic intelligence. He can’t do even the simplest Math equation and algebra seems like an alien-type of knowledge. For the once dumb Steve, the rush of new knowledge in terms of academic things make him curious even more, he wanted to know more about the knowledge that he just gain, making him spending time in the library more, a place that he never want to even walk through before all of this.

“Hey, Pete” said Alexandra to Pete who’s busy lifting weights

“Oh, hey…..umh…..,” said Pete, trying to recall about who is Alexandra. He puts down his weight and make his way to the girl in the hoodie

“Alexandra, Pete. Alex,”

“Oh yeah, Alex! Wassup?”

“I just want to stop by and asking your condition,”

“Well, I’m fine, as you can see. Now, could you please leave, I know I sounded too harsh but I’ve some busy schedule for the next 4 hours. I should finish this before 6 because I’ve soccer practice too tonight, so, I’m sorry,”

“Wow…..that’s quite harsh. You don’t even ask how am I doing…….” Said Alex, clearly disappointed

“Look, Alex. I don’t have time to chit chat with some former best friend. You know what happen to me, my memories fucked up, I don’t even think my biological parents as my real parents now simply because all I can think is that my actual parents is Steve’s even though I know it’s not true, so please leave,”

Alexandra leaves in tear and then  Pete just stared to her fading figure and chuckled ironically

“Fuck, I don’t even have any clue about who is that bitch actually, prolly some pathetic geek wishing to be close with me,”

And then he’s back to finish his routine

Transformation Porn.

A collection of gay porn with TF themes that I’ve come across and managed to find this week, I might gif up the TF parts of them, it is porn so the TF bits aren’t really the main focus. Technical Ecstasy- A man signs up for a Virtual reality program to experience being different people. VGL Hung- A man signs up to an online dating website and is transformed into men that he describes in an attempt to find true love. (This is one of my faves) Devil is a Bottom- A group of men summon the devil and wish for various things, a guy to love, lots of money and a big dick. Dr Jerkoff and Mr Hard- A Jekyll and Hyde parody where a nerdy professor gets a special potion from a gypsy to turn him into the sexual porn star within. Hard Bargains- An older man obsessed with watching porn wishes he could be a porn star, a magical genie within his television makes it happen and he is turned into a young porn star. Invaders from Uranus- An alien from uranus is trying to hunt down an alien who escaped to earth, using shapeshifting powers he has sex with various men in an attempt to find his target. The dialogue in this is hillarious and no matter what body the alien is in he speaks and move robotically and awkwardly. Earth Guys are Easy- Felt like a cheaper version of Invaders, an alien steals human bodies after having sex with them via holding there hand.

Being Proactive

“Hey princess, how about you go grab me a beer while we wait for everyone else to arrive.”

“Sure thing, Mario!” 

I ran inside as fast as I could, trying my best to hold back the smile that was threatening to escape. I could not believe how easily my plan was working. Ever since I caught that twisted, hungry bottom flirting with my boyfriend, I knew I had to take action. It was just fascinating how simple it all had been. 

My boyfriend was a solid-but-sensitive type, big and muscular but soft, which sometimes worked against him. He had not even noticed when Mario had batted his pretty eyelashes for him, or when the bottom pouted with a sickly sweet: “We should hang out more, I’m sure I’d make it worth your time.” But I had known the signs however, and I planned to be proactive. A simple search on the web led me to a solution I could only hope would do the trick.

It was some form of an incantation, performing rites onto an article of clothing with the necessary ingredients. Some rose-embedded candles, feathers of a raven, off-brand vinegar...all stuff I could easily find in the city. And once brought together, the ingredients were meant to create a migration ritual, transferring the essence of one person through an article of clothing onto another being. My plan was for Mario to be at the receiving end, absorbing the identity of my choosing.

And luckily for me, there was no better offering than my arrogant, womanizing older brother. Eric was a decent enough sibling growing up, although we had rarely spoken since my coming out. But overall, he was a different man on the streets. If he was not tackling another dude on the field, then Eric was surely tackling another chick into bed. Therefore, if I could imbed this same heterosexual passion into Mario, I knew I would never have to deal with him skankly attempting to steal my boyfriend every again. 

The set-up had been simple: a pool party with everyone supposedly invited. Of course, I had only reached out to Mario, and had neglected to inform him of the "pool" portion of the party. He was so thankful when I offered him my "spare" pair of speedos, taking the pink-patterned briefs from me without a second thought. He could have never known they had been soaking the entire night before in a brew with my older brother’s own sweat-stained boxers.

At first, the changes had not been evident, but eventually I began to witness the consequences of my actions. Mario had gradually grown taller, every minute having added an extra half-inch to his torso or legs. With this came the expansion of his muscles, defining the bottom’s once-lean figure with juicier, more defined features. 

Now approaching with the beer he had requested, I was able to take in even more changes that had happened while I had been inside. Hair had begun sprouting from Mario’s previously-shaven legs, and his queer mullet had tightened into a douchey French crop. I could even sense his attitude had shifted; Mario was no longer displaying his former star feature (his perky bottom), but instead showcasing his new pride (his literal, much larger pride).

“Good girl,” Mario taunted, chugging the whole can in one go. The teasing nicknames were new too. I should have been insulted, but I was too busy relishing in my success. What other attributes from my older brother would Mario soon absorb?

BUUUUUUUUURRRPP! “So how long until they get here anyway?” Mario groaned, tossing the crushed can aside. 

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” I replied without removing my eyes from him, hoping to witness another change.

Mario noticed my directed attention, assuming it was regarding the swimwear. “This wasn't all some plan to get me into a faggy speedo, was it? I'm beginning to think you wanted a real man like me all to yourself."

The accusation caused me to break, stunned at the rude remark. Mario smirked smugly. “What, something wrong, girly?”

“Yeah, what you're saying is insul-”

“Learn your place and go grab me another beer,” Mario ordered. “You don’t want me to have to get up, do you?”

Surprised and feeling a sudden loss of control, I turned away and made my way back to the kitchen. For the first time I began considering how Mario's conversion may have created an even worse monster than I could have imagined. My once proactive solution no longer appeared to be such.

Horizons

It was some fuck shit, man. Hiding behind a dumpster, pantin' through my balaclava... I can't believe that little shit ratted on me to the fuckin' cops. Picture this. I'm in that fucker's car, a beautiful Aston Martin, just about done hotwiring it. I was literally three fuckin' seconds away from getting the hell out of there, with a sick new ride. But no, that stupid fuckin' rat let me in the gate, watched me hop in the car, and then called the fuzz. Thought he'd be able to just pocket the two grand I paid him off with, but believe me. Karma is a bitch.

So by the time I had the car ready to go, I hear the fuckin' pigs squealin' at me. The whole nine yards, man. Guns drawn, "put your hands up," blah blah blah. Fuck that shit. I took the fuck off, hoppin' over the fence and just cutting through people's backyards. Man, they had a whole perimeter set up. Cops on every major street corner, watchin for my big bird lookin' ass decked out in black. On a side note, I looked hot as fuck by the way. Not gonna lie, the kicks were fresh as fuck. But either way, there was no way I was gonna get back to the docks without being seen. So I had to fall back onto plan B.

I snuck through alleys, hid behind trashcans and corners, but I knew my trashy ass apartment was just around the corner. Plus, if that little fucker told them who I was, they'd be looking for Thiago Zapata at his place, right? Only thing is, I wasn't gonna go to my place. I moved into the building like three months ago, so I got to know the neighbors pretty alright. The old lady across the hall, the streetracer to the left, and to the right were Chase & Aidan. Two little cocksuckers. Aidan was alright, built like a fuckin' blonde twig but always real happy and nice. He was cool, but his man was another story. Chase was one of those little trust fund bitches, thinkin' they own everything, thinkin' you should be thankful to just be around them... I made all my money snatchin' shit from fuckers just like him. Always lookin' me up and down, questioning my swag, complaining about the smoke, complaining about the music; bro, he literally came up and was like "Do you bathe? I can smell you from next door." Fuckin' bitch ass. I decided then and there, if a plan should ever go wrong, I now had a plan B.

So as I bolted across the street, hiding stiff as a board behind a tree, I finally made it to the shithole that was my building. No cops outside yet, but from the sirens I knew they were on the fuckin' way. I checked my phone, seein' the time was just before 10 PM. The universe was on my side that night man, I guess it was as fuckin' fed up with Chase as I was. I got upstairs and hid in the janitor's closet right between my door and theirs, and I waited. I knew he always came home late from whatever the fuck he did every Saturday night, and that Aidan would be sitting there waiting for him like a lil' puppy. I almost felt bad for the guy. Not knowing what it's like to stick your dick in some good fuckin' pussy, and then for the guy you give it up for to be such a piece of shit. I'm doing him a favor, bro.

I heard the footsteps comin' up the stairs, so I opened the door just a crack, in case it was the fuckin' pigs about to break into my place. But no, there he was in that whack ass outfit, lookin' like he lived at Abercrombie & Fitch, struttin' down the hall probably drunk as shit. I waited for him to get close to the closet, and just as he stumbled right in front of the door, I got him. Left hand around the mouth, right arm around the neck. He thought he could wriggle out of the whole thing, but man was it easy to drag the little fucker into my apartment and lock the door. He could barely stand up, sniveling like the little weasel he was, but when I took off my mask his face turned from fear to rage.

"I knew it. I knew this is the kind of street trash you are. Is that why the cops are circling the block every five seconds?" I didn't say shit. I just kicked off my J's, and tossed my bag onto the floor. "See, this is why we need border control, so thugs like you can get shipped back to Mexico. Fucking fence jumper." I stripped my hoodie, wouldn't need it for what I was about to do.

"Bruh, you know I'm from fuckin' Colombia. You know that. Racist little pendejo." That little shit scoffed at me. Rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Man, I smacked that shit out his hands real fuckin' quick. "Be a good little cumdump and shut the fuck up. Turn around, bitch!" I spun him around and pushed his bitch ass against the wall, but before I could do what I needed to, that little fucker spat on my face.

"Hope you like Guantanamo, amigo." I was like, nah, fuck this shit. I'm not takin' that from a 5'9 rich, racist gringo. He was gonna be tight as fuck, but I've been in tighter squeezes. I got his pants by the belt loop, and yanked 'em down. He wriggled his ass in my face, as if he was gonna get lucky tonight. Heh, I guess he did. Just like I did back in New Orleans, I squatted down, put my hands together, and in I went with a wet squelch. "What the fuck?!"

I looked at his stretched hole, swallowing my arms up to my fuckin' elbows. I couldn't help but smile as I started to wriggle up into him. His bitchin' quickly turned into moanin', as my arms squeezed up in him, and my head started to sink into the hole. I slithered up inside him, my shoulders, my lats... it got easier as we got down to my waist, enough for my hands to feel inside of his shoulders. I pushed 'em down, my thick arms stretching his skin as I slipped his hands on like gloves. Feelin' the cold drywall beneath his fingers, the sweat pouring from his pores... they were mine now. So as much as I wanted this little fuck to suffer, I was feelin' generous that night. My arms were already in his, so it was easy to just hold the top of his curly haired head and thrust mine up his throat. I could hear his gurgles as he tried to moan in pleasure, but within a couple of seconds, I felt the top of my head pressin' against the roof of his mouth. One more little push, and it gave way. My head slipped into his in the blink of an eye.

I used his hands to tug on his face, makin' sure everything was sittin' where it needed to sit. Didn't wanna be lookin' like the bug guy from Men in Black, you know what I'm sayin'? Took a minute, had to shove my tongue into his, make sure my eyes lined up, get my ears inside his; feelin' my hoops rip through his skin, I opened my new mouth and breathed in. Man, I had to smile, lickin' his lips and lookin' down. Fuck I'm glad his arms stretched enough for mine, the lil' cocksucker needed a bit of meat on him. My pecs filled out his skinny lil' chest, my ink already seepin' up to the surface of his skin. But at that point he looked like a puppet, man. I'm up in the top half, but my ass and legs are stickin' out his hole.

I flexed my abs, feelin my fat ass squeezin' in, my cock and balls slurpin' in... Bro, his twiggy little butt got big real fuckin' quick when my cheeks inflated into his. My thighs and calves quickly slipped in, only leavin' my big ass feet stickin' out his ass. I smirked with his cocky lil face.

"Aww. I forgot to bathe, bro. My bad." Shit, his voice sounded good on me. Can't imagine he'd be into the feet he complained about stinkin' so fuckin' much squeezin' into his tight lil' body. Not that he was gonna be complainin' anymore, anyway. They were a bit sweaty, so all I had to do was jerk my knees up a bit and in they went. I pushed my legs down into his, watchin' with a big ass smile on my face as I saw my feet beneath his the skin of his tiny lil' legs slippin' down. My toes reached the base of his heel, and just like puttin' on a pair of sneaks, I shoved those big ass puppies up into his. His feet were all wriggly and warpy as they stretched out, but quickly those lil size 8's were my size 13's, ripe stink and all.

I stood up straight, watching as his lower body stretched upward, going from 5'9 to 6'3 as my quads and calves filled his to the fuckin' brim. Man, it was like puttin' on skinny jeans. I don't fuck with that shit, but here we are. The tightest pair of pants ever. I looked at his groin, all fucked up and not aligned. I smirked, my favorite part. I grabbed his cock, pulling it out as far as it would stretch, farther than it should stretch; just enough for me to push my cockhead to the base of his shaft. Bruh, when I tell you it's like slippin' your babymaker into a fleshlight, I fuckin' mean it. I got hard right then and there, bro. As my big meaty cock pushed into his, it got thicker as it went further, slurpin' into the little cocksleeve it was, until my musky 9 incher had completely filled his. Tuggin' a bit more on his dick skin to gimme my foreskin back. One final snap of the skin, and a bit of ball shufflin' and I was fuckin' in.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Police, open up!" I turned, smirkin'. Too late, porkers. I picked up my black hoodie, slippin' it on over his torso, pulled on some sweatpants and slipped my big puppies back into my J's. I walked over to the door, and swung it wide with a grin on my face. Two cops were outside, starin' me down with confusion. "Uh, good evening, sir. Is this Thiago Zapata's domicile?" I pretended to be all confused, cockin' my head a bit.

"Uh, yeah, man. I'm watchin' it while he's gone. He said he was gonna be in Cartagena for a couple of weeks or whatever. I'm the neighbor." The dumbasses just nodded, scribblin' in their dumb lil' notepads.

"And what's your name, sir? First and last, please." Not a moment too soon, I felt his memories start to slink into my head. I smirked.

"Chase Hightower. I live with my boyfriend in 2C, next door." They wasted like fifteen more minutes gettin' all up in my business, askin' all their questions... I just smiled and nodded, using Chase's memories to give them all the answers they were looking for. Finally they gave up trying to get in, sayin' they were gonna get a warrant or whatever. "That's totally fine, bro. I'll be next door whenever it comes through. Oh, and I just gotta say, Thiago's a good dude. Real nice guy, fine as fuck too. Gotta be some kind of mistake." I had to throw that in, this little shit would be tellin' them all sorts of fake shit about me, none of it good. But as they stomped off, I closed the door and threw my fist up in the air. "FUCK YEAH! NICE TRY MOTHERFUCKERS!" I collapsed onto my couch, takin' a breather before his most recent memories started to get clearer. Aidan was sitting next door, waiting for him to show up.

I had to keep up appearances, after all. So I just grabbed a couple of my things: clothes n' shit, all my kicks, my weed and papers, some cash, and a couple of condoms. Chase was a good lookin' kid before, but with me in there, I'm gonna have girls slobberin' all over this dick! Hah! I got it all in a couple of bags, picked up his phone I'd swatted to the ground, and headed over to Chase's apartment. I opened the door and the place was fuckin' immaculate man. Clean, fancy furniture, smellin' like Febreeze... Damn, we'll see how long this takes to fuck up.

"CHASE!" I turned, seeing Aidan with his arms crossed, tappin' his foot on the kitchen floor. He was fuckin' pissed. "Where in the fuck have you been? There's cops everywhere!" The cops may not have known Chase, but Aidan sure as fuck did. I had to really use his memories to play it off, but man, I'm always slippin' through the mask.

"Ahh, babe. It's my bad. Got stuck in traffic or... whatever. I'm so..." A memory surfaced then and there. The memory of why Chase was so late that night, of why he came home late every fuckin' Saturday night. It was fuzzy at first, but as it got clearer, I saw him fuckin' some dude raw across town. Every weekend, steppin' out on this poor kid, just to dump his load into some lil twink and come home to pretend nothin' was wrong. Fuck, this guy was shit. "I'm... sorry. Won't happen again, babe. I promise you that."

Right off the bat, I knew he saw something was wrong. I don't know if it was delayed reaction, or if he was just so fuckin' pissed he didn't see it at first... But he definitely saw it then. His boy wasn't over 6'0 before. His boy wasn't dressin' in black hoodies and Jordans. His boy wasn't stacked from hours every day at the gym. But now... he was.

"You look off. What have you been doing? Are you on steroids?" I kept searching through Chase's memories to find something to use to diffuse a very pissed off Aidan. Eventually, I found it. I smirked, leaning my arm against the wall and crossing my ankles.

"What, babe? You liking what you're seein'? You been askin' for me to play bad boy for months now, well tonight's your night, bro." His demeanor immediately shifted from rage to nervousness. "Yeah, just like Thiago next door, right? You love it when he gets home all sweaty and jacked, smellin' like a locker room. You like it when you hear him poundin' babes all night long on the other side of the wall. You wanted him to step on your face and make you lick his feet and suck his big smelly cock..." I groped my bulge through the sweats, watching as his eyes went down to my throbbin' package. The kid was sweet, man he had a thing for me. Little did he know he had the real deal in front of him.

"I... Why now? You said he was dirty and disgusting and you'd never be like him..." I grinned, pushin' off the wall to strut over to him. He leaned against the counter as I put my arms on either side of him, pushing my new body right up against his. I could feel his lil' cock throbbin' against mine. It was... I don't know, man, it was cute the way he was blushin' lookin' at me.

"Yeah, maybe I like dirty and nasty, now. 'Cuz I know you like dirty and nasty..." I put my hand on his bulge, squeezing rough. He moaned, lettin' out a soft whimper. "Yeah, babe. How's bout you let Thiago take care of you tonight, babe. Go to the bedroom and strip for me." He sat there for a second, I guess he was thinkin' or whatever, but it didn't take long for a smile to show up and for him to run into the bedroom. I couldn't help but laugh, bro. It was so cute. There's somethin' so feminine about the guy, kinda reminds me of my ex. I guess guys could be femme too, maybe I could get with that. Fuck, why not. I was like, I'm gonna be in here for a long time, might as well get some tail in while I'm here.

I walked into the bathroom, pullin' off my sweatshirt and lookin' into the mirror for the first time. The chest ink is all done, his skin forever gonna be branded with my tatts. I pull out his phone, typing in my bro's number with the crew. I snap a pic of my sweaty, sexy new gringo bod, and send it to him.

"Layin' low for a minute, O. Pigs got me all fucked up. Still down for jobs, tho." I smirked, pressin' send, and walkin' out into the dark bedroom. Aidan was bare-ass naked, his legs up in the air and a surprisingly juicy lil' ass beggin for this dick. His hole puckered as he whimpered for it. Man, somethin' snapped in me that night, bro. It just looked so fuckin' nice... such a perfect, tight lil cum dump... and he was literally beggin' for it. I growled as I pushed my sweats to the ground, my briefs fallin' with them. Struttin' over to him, my J's squeakin' on the wood floors, I'm just ready to stick that drippin' musky rod inside him before he chirps up.

"Wait..." I look down at him, leaning over the top of him with a wolfish grin. "Can we... can we do the thing..." I knew exactly what he was talkin' about. Chase was such a fuckin' prude he'd never do it for the kid, but with me in the driver's seat, this thirsty lil guy was gonna get a whole new side of his man. I grinned as I pulled off one of my Jordans, holding it just below my face to take a quick sniff. Man, I'd been runnin' in these all night, liftin' in these every day, it stank of my ripe ass feet, and he'd been dreamin' of that funk ever since I moved in.

I slammed the sneaker down over his nose, spitting on my pre-slicked cock before thrusting my length into his puckering hole. I fucked that kid hard, just like I'd fucked Lizzie, Aisha, Carmen, & Mina. He moaned and sniffed over and over again as I slipped in and out of his hole. Aidan was a thirsty lil twink, he wanted a hard masculine guy to fuck him like a toy, and Chase just wasn't up for the fuckin' job. But man, feelin' my slimy dick ramming into his tight ass was like fuckin' the tightest pussy I've ever had. He was better than the last two weeks of girls combined. His hand took over holding the sneaker on his face, lettin' me grab ahold of his lil' dick and pump. I guess my sweaty hands were doin' it for him, as his moans got louder. He started thrustin' into my palms as I fucked him silly.

"Yeah, babe. You been wantin' Thiago's smelly dick all up inside you haven't you?" *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* "Ahh fuck yeah, babe. Let me take care of you, babe." *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* I felt my balls start to quake, feelin' my knees get all wobbly... It was comin' "Fuck yeah, you want this load inside you, baby?" He whimpered nose deep in my sneaker, I could hear him groaning a quiet 'mmmmhmmmm'. That's all I ever need to hear, baby. I only ever need a yes.

"AaaaaaaaAGH!" I felt my balls jolt, and my load went bursting into him. Once, Twice, Three times, Four times, Five times... just wave after wave of my splooge just rushin' into that twink ass. Fuck! I hadn't cum like that before. Ever! Dribblin' off at 7 shots of my batter deep into him, and he shot his own lil load onto my hand. I kept strokin, grinning from ear to ear hearin' his whiny ass gettin' all 'ahhhhhhh' and 'oooooooooooo'... Hah! Damn, the kid was a natural. I pulled my snake out of him, my load drippin' out of his gaping hole.

I fell onto the bed next to him, panting and sighing. I turned my head, laughin' seein my sneaker still sittin' upside down on his face. Pulling it off, I got to see his smiling face, glistening with sweat. For my first time with a dude, Aidan gave a lot of girls a run for their money. He turned to me, chuckling under his panting breath. Wantin' to give him a bit of a show, I brought the Jordan to my nose, takin' a quick whiff and sighing in satisfaction. Ripe n' funky, but if it does it for ya, you can get as much as you want. Dropping it on the floor, I could tell he was still shocked.

"What happened to you?" He smiled and laughed, and I felt myself grinning from his happy little laughs.

"I'm a new man for you, babe. I can stick around if you want?" I winked at him, and he smiled; nodding and cuddlin' up against my sweaty muscles. I hadn't done what they call 'aftercare' before, but I learned a lot that night. Aidan likes to be all snuggled up, sweet and complimentary, talkin' about his day and what he was thinking and feeling... It was different, and honestly kinda nice. Maybe this wouldn't be as much of a fuckin' drag as I thought it would be. I turned to the nightstand, seein' my phone light up and vibrate. Omarion.

I picked it up as he started to nod off, seein' that my bro had texted back. Opening the text, it was just a location and a time. I knew what that meant. Tomorrow night, meetin' up at the docks. I nodded and put the phone onto the charger, and started gettin' to puttin' my stuff into my new closet.

---

I woke up the next morning, the smell of cum still hangin' in the air. I stretched and sighed, winkin' at myself in the mirror before hoppin up to my feet. I went into the living room, seein' the balcony door open. I smiled, seein' a memory of Aidan drinkin' his coffee out there on the couch. So, I went and got him a glass of his cold brew, and walked out there, seein' him quietly reading a book. I looked at him and immediately saw he was decked out in my threads: my tank, my jeans, my chucks, my chains... and honestly it looked good on him.

"What you doin' out here without your coffee?" He looked up from his book, and smiled.

"You never bring me my coffee! Thanks, Chase!" I grinned hearing that name, handing him his cold brew and plopping down on the seat across from him. He sipped it, tossing it back like a bachelorette downing tequila shots. He smacked his lips and hummed, but looked up at me with a weird look. "Last night was hot as fuck."

"Yeah, baby. It was hot. You got real into it, bro." He raised his eyebrow a bit, putting his drink down on the balcony ledge.

"What happened to you? You never answered me last night. What's changed?" He waved his hand up and down, pointin' at my chest, my arms, my abs, my feet, my height... "You did not look like this yesterday morning." I sat there for a second, thinkin' about what the fuck I was gonna say. I couldn't tell him, of course. But I needed a better answer than 'oh, I'm using your boyfriend's body as a disguise to hide from the cops.'

"I can tell you if you really wanna know, babe. Or, I could just show you. But, gimme a day or so." He looked at me for what seemed like a long ass time, but in the end, he smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow morning, Chase. One day to explain." Bullet dodged. For now, at least. I now had a day to figure out what to do. The guy was like, a genuinely good dude. I'm not gonna fuck the kid over, or slip out of his boyfriend to show him he got his wish havin' the Colombian Neighbor fuck him. "Anyway, it's Sunday. And I got you for the whole day." He grinned, rubbing his hand on my thigh.

For the next ten hours, it was like hanging out with one of my bros. Playin' video games, cookin' food, I even got the little guy to take a rip from the bong. He was hackin' up a lung, and I laughed my ass off, but fuck is Aidan a good dude to kick back with. I was really starting to dig him; the vibes were on point, he's funny as fuck, interested in cool things... The more time I spent with him, the more I really liked the guy. If anything, it made me that much more fuckin' pissed that a racist little fuck like Chase was steppin' out on him behind his back. This is the kind of dude you have at home, and you're puttin' your dick in someone else? Like, far be it for me to have much to say about serial fuckin', but Aidan didn't deserve that. At all.

I decided then and there, as long as I was pilotin' Chase, he was gonna be the man that Aidan had always wanted, and the man he deserved. It wasn't even gonna be that hard, man. Just bein' myself, the vibes were electric. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought. Laughin', puttin' my arm around him as he played Legend of Zelda or whatever, I don't know it just felt right. So by the time the sun went down, it felt like it had only been twenty minutes. I looked up at the clock on the oven, seein' it sayin' that it was almost 9 PM.

"Hey, babe. I'm gonna run to the store, you want me to get you anything?" He barely looked up from the game, just turnin' his head a little bit.

"Ice cream. Pistachio. Love you." I laughed, ruffling his blonde locks before hoppin' up, and slippin' my J's back on. I made sure his eyes were plastered on the screen before slipping heat into my pants, and headed toward the door.

"Be right back, bro." He just waved behind him, not so much as glancin' at me. I snickered, and felt the butterflies in my stomach flutterin' around. Fuck, I was gettin' in deep. I opened the door, and made my way out into the hall. The police had tape all around my old apartment, doin' all their searches and fingerprintin'. Fuckin' fools. I turned and walked down the steps, grinning from ear to ear.

---

The docks were empty at that time of night, no one's around past 8. So walking straight up to warehouse 7 was a breeze. I reached in through the broken glass on the door, turning the knob from the inside and walkin' in. The blue lights were barely lighting anything, but in the far side of the empty room, I saw my boy smokin' his blunt. Still decked out in his diamonds and gold.

"Bruh, I gotta tell you. I ain't been a gay before, but this shit ain't too bad!" He looked up at me, nearly bursting into laughter at the gringo struttin' up in my clothes.

"Fuck, bro! Now I know that ain't Thiago up in that white boy." I smirked, bowing like the drama queen Chase used to be before slappin' Omarion on the shoulder.

"The one and only, bro. Pretty wild, right?" He laughed, passing me the blunt. I took a quick hit, lettin' out the rings I'm known for in our crew. That seemed to set his questions at ease.

"Motherfucker that is you! I'm out here dodgin' feds and pigs right and left, and you're over there squeezin' into fags." That word hit differently now, I felt my smile fade the moment it left his lips.

"Yeah, man. Snatched this little racist homewrecker in the hall. His boyfriends pretty tight, though."

"Him or his hole?" Omarion started to laugh, and I couldn't stop myself from shoving him against the wall. I'd caught him off guard, puttin' my arm against his neck.

"Don't be talkin' about him like that. Aidan's alright. Got it?" Omarion snickered, and then burst out laughing.

"Bruh, you in deep with this. Aight, aight! I ain't got nothin' against the gays, man. You know that." I let him off the wall, steppin back before taking another hit off the blunt. "So..." He awkwardly muttered. "Got a little hidey-hole for me?"

I turned to him, lettin' out a cloud of smoke in his face. No way I was gonna put up Aidan as his personal safe house. But thinking about it for just a second, a smirk crawled across my face. Perhaps that little shit Chase had been fuckin' on the side may come in handy after all.

I slid the shiny red thong up my thighs, excited about the thought of wearing another man's clothing. I bought this piece from a website that sells guys' used clothing - mostly underwear. Thanks to my power, I could do even more with it than sniff it and get off to it. I could become the guy that wore it previously.

As I tucked my cock into the front, I focused all my energy on the piece and let the feeling wash over my whole body. Suddenly, my body began to morph before my eyes. My previous form changed dramatically before my eyes. My overweight belly disappeared and rippled across my torso as my body began to resemble a bodybuilder's. Thick pecs formed on my chest that spread across into broad shoulders and huge biceps, triceps, and then forearms.

I shot up in height as I towered over my mirror. My ass began to inflate and fill up the thong perfectly. Two perfectly meaty globes ballooned out of my old flabby one. This spread down my legs as my thighs exploded with muscle and made it's way down my legs.

My body hair all but pretty much receded into my newfound form. The last changes spread across my neck, jawline, cheeks, and forehead as my moaning voice also adopted a new, deeper timbre. A perfect beard sprouted on my lower face as my hair styled itself and changed colors before my eyes. My face reshaped, looking like a replica of the perfect model that I bought the used thong from.

"That's better. Now, who wants to have a little fun with ass?" I slap my ass and pose in the mirror, excited to use this stolen identity on the apps later this evening.

A Birthday Wish

"Why are you so surprised that you cannot read this, you're not Arab, you're a pale white American," Hashim said so casually with a knowing smirk

Hamad's eyes went wide as he realized that his complexion started to get lighter. Is this really happening???

"You're such a unique finding, Matt. It's not everyday you spotted a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros in the wild, you know? But thankfully I grabbed that fat bouncy ass of yours in the club and made you mine ever since," Hashim said as he freely explored his world-building to create his boyfriend next perfect form in accordance to his fantasy

And just like that, Hamad found his body swell to match the description mentioned by Hashim. His muscle grown, his ass turned rounder and he felt this ghostly feeling of the tight hole getting looser by the second as muscle memories of receiving cocks in various shape entered his mind. He even started to lose his connection to the Hamad's name as it became a foreign entity that will be gone from his system soon with more information provided by Hashim

"Not only that, a gay, muscular 245 lbs American frat bros with domination kink by Arab men. That shit is the only thing that makes you really hard. Not other football bros tight ass that you pounced a couple times in the past. Not those expert cocksucking twink that didn't even manage to make you squirt one out. Only Arabs. What's up with that, huh? Guilt from your father and uncles tour of Iraq? Or are you just a big brute bottom after all, desiring to be handled by real men and since your first sight was a giant Arab cock of your dorm-mate in your freshman year, that's the only thing that filled your mind, am I right?"

All Hashim statement treated as the truth by the tranced Matt, his body and psyche conformed to all the statement Hashim said. As Matt found himself eventually cornered to the bed and fall on his back to the mattress, Hashim blown the candle to eventually finalize his wish and smirked

"Now, open up that mouth and make me the happiest man in my birth day. It's only right after all that I have a brand new toy to play with until my next's birthday. Say aaaa---"

What did you do to me? What, you like saw me randomly running in the park and were like- “let me take that innocent little skinny ass runner and bulk him up with muscle and attitude- dumb him down and give a huge cock while I’m at it”? Huh, well bro, you like what you made? Cause I do. I’m not fucking complaining. All this muscle and confidence bro. Fuck, look at this body. I like feel like a fucking douchebag and I love it. So what now? You gonna let me put this cock to work. Kneel down and open up. Let me thank you right.