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Inside Man

Detective Robbie McKay laid on the gurney, surrounded by doctors and nurses who rushed him through the endless hospital hallways with a pace indicating urgency. His body throbbed with pain and each breath was more agonizing than the last. As the medication did its best to numb his discomfort, his mind floated in and out of consciousness with memories of a shootout flashing before his eyes. He could still hear the exchange of gunfire, see the bombardment of quick flashes, and feel the searing pain of a bullet tearing through his flesh.

Memories of the briefing earlier that day invaded his thoughts as well. He remembered sitting at this desk, surrounded by fellow officers, listening intently as Chief Ramirez laid out the plan to bust a notorious drug ring.

"An informant on the inside tells us that they're planning on moving a shipment of drugs, guns and other paraphernalia out of their warehouse tonight. That's why I'm gonna need all units on deck." Chief Ramirez spoke with authority as he went into the details, most of which were too hazy for Robbie to remember.

Robbie did remember being pulled aside by the Chief. "Thanks again for agreeing to come along McKay. I know you're in homicide but for a bust this big I'm going to need my best guys."

"As if saying no was even an option Chief. You know I'll follow you anywhere into battle." Robbie was as loyal as they'd come. Devoted to his job and to his boss, those last words echoed in Robbie's head as he soon faced the consequences of his undying commitment.

As Robbie drifted back to awareness, he caught snippets of conversation around him. Voices muffled by the haze of medication and trauma. But one voice cut through the fog—the commanding tone of Chief Ramirez.

"Do whatever you can to save him. We can't lose him." The Chief's voice demanded.

"But sir, he's lost a lot of blood. And the bullet pierced one of the lungs—"

"I don't care dammit!" Chief Ramirez slammed his fist against the wall, urgency dripping from every word. "Use the machine if you have to. You have my permission."

Robbie tried to focus, to make sense of the situation. Machine? They were speaking as if he was on the verge of death. Robbie had much more questions on his mind but he was soon hit with another wave fogginess. His eyelids grew heavy again, a sign that the meds were about to work their magic once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, monitors beeping softly in the background. He tried to move, but every inch of his body protested in agony.

"Ch-Chief?" Robbie tried to call out, his voice sounding off. "Nurse??" His throat felt dry but thankfully a glass of water sat on the table next to his bed. As Robbie feebly reached for the drink he noticed a drastic change that sent a jolt of panic down his spine.

His hands, once fair and calloused from years of police work, now bore a darker complexion, somewhat of a caramel color. And they were adorned with tattoos—symbols he didn't recognize inked into his skin.

He reached up to touch his head, expecting to feel the familiar buzz of his crew cut. But his fingers met smooth skin instead, his hair shaved down to the scalp. And when he brushed his hand against his face, he felt not the familiar stubble of his beard, but a neatly trimmed goatee framing his fuller lips.

"What's going on??!" Robbie screamed out, hoping for anyone to hear him. "What happened to me??" This time he could make out the distinct change in his voice. With these longer sentences he could make out an accent, one belonging to the people he'd occasionally arrest on the streets.

Fear surged through him as he struggled to make sense of the situation unfolding before him. He had been shot in the chest, he remembered that much. But everything else felt wrong—unnatural. This had to be dream, a nightmare even, but the constant pain he felt confirmed that this was indeed reality.

Summoning all his strength, Robbie pushed himself out of the bed, his muscles protesting with every movement. Clutching his midsection where the pain was the strongest, he stumbled toward the bathroom, desperate for answers.

When he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, his heart nearly stopped. Staring back at him was not the face of Robbie McKay, decorated and revered detective from the LAPD, but that of a stranger—a Latino man with dark eyes and a stern expression.

Panic seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief. What had happened to him? How could this be real?

Robbie approached the mirror, getting a better look at his new self. The height disparity was one of the first things he noticed. Having been accustomed to towering over everything at 6'4'', he must now have been no taller than 5'7''. He also realized his tattoos not only stopped at his arms, but covered his chest, torso, and from what he could make out his back as well. Whatever skin wasn't covered by black ink was marred by scars.

Before he could make sense of it all, the hospital staff burst into the room, their voices a blur of confusion and concern. They moved quickly to sedate him, their hands gentle yet firm as they guided him back to the bed.

And then Chief Ramirez entered the room, his expression grave as he approached Robbie's bedside.

"I'm sorry, Robbie," the chief said, his voice heavy with regret. "You are one of our best and you were on the brink of death. So I had to make a difficult decision."

Robbie's heart pounded in his chest as he listened, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place.

"The procedure is experimental. Only the higher ups back in DC know of its existence. But I managed to pull a few strings in exchange for access to their machine." The chief coldly explained the situation.

"What did you to do me? Who is this man?" Robbie pleaded for answers, pointing at his face as he looked at the chief with frantic eyes.

"We swapped your body with that of one of the gang members. He got hit pretty badly during the exchange, but his situation wasn't as dire as yours." There was a pause that for Robbie felt like an eternity.

"He died in your body just a moment ago." Chief lingered on that last sentence for a moment. "It was the only way to save you."

The words echoed in Robbie's mind, sending a chill down his spine. He had been transformed into a stranger, thrust into a world he didn't belong to, all against his will.

"And who said I wanted this? To look like a fucking thug from across the border? What am I supposed to tell my wife? My kids??" As Robbie's voice rose, the beeping from the monitors followed suit.

"Please try to keep calm. Your heart rate's spiking." A nurse tried to get the cop to settle down.

"Vete a la mierda pinche cabrónes!"

The sudden outburst caused the entire room to fill with silence, the only noise being the increasingly frequent beeps coming from the machines. Robbie hadn't even realized he cursed out everyone in the room in fluent Spanish, a language he was barely familiar in.

"Give us the room." The chief ordered the doctors and nurses working on Robbie to leave, which they all promptly did. Shutting the door behind them, he approached Robbie, standing right next to his bed.

"I understand that you're upset, son." Chief Ramirez spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice ditching his usually authoritative tone, this time adopting a tinge of empathy. "But we have a plan for you. That's if you want it of course."

Robbie stared at his boss with a vindictive expression. What could he do to make this situation better? What could the Chief even remotely offer? Curiosity eventually got the better of him. "What is it?"

Chief Ramirez took out a manilla folder and tossed in on Robbie's lap. Opening it up, Robbie would find a picture of the man whose body he now possessed. Beneath it would be documents listing the man's demographics, arrest records, even unpaid parking tickets. Any information the government would have about this man's life would be found in that folder.

"Rogelio Fuentes." Robbie read the man's name out loud with a quiver in his voice.

"You're a great detective Robbie. One of the best the department's ever seen. Now with you in that body, we have a direct line to the underbelly of the crime ring that's devastating this city. We have the opportunity to take it down from within." The chief explained.

"Y-You want me to pretend to be this guy?" Robbie gawked in disbelief. "Play undercover cop?!"

"That's exactly what I'm asking. Assume this man's life, live as Rogelio Fuentes and coordinate with us as we dismantle this gang from the inside."

"But my wife and my kids..?"

"As far as they're concerned, you'll be dead. Died bravely fighting for his city. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, but I also know how important serving and protecting the community is to you. Your unwavering dedication to the force is what drew me to you. It's what made me fight hard to get those doctors to save your life. Because we can't let someone like that go to waste."

Robbie stared ahead, ignoring Chief Martinez as he deeply pondered the predicament he found himself in. While he loved his job, was he willing to throw his previous life away for such a big task?

"And like I said before, this was an experimental procedure using technology from the Feds. Complete this mission and impress them enough, maybe they'd let us use it again to get you a more suitable body in the future."

The room filled with silence once more. Robbie could only think about what he'd be leaving behind. His family, his friends, his old life. But if he said no to Chief Martinez, would he even be able to return to his wife and kids as he is? Would they accept his story? Believe him when he were to tell them who he is?

"I'll do it." Robbie looked at the chief with determination. "Nomás digame lo qué tengo que hacer."

Robbie felt a surge of valor coursing through his veins. He knew the risks involved—the dangers of taking on and dismantling a powerful cartel from the inside. But Robbie was never one to back down from a challenge. He was determined to do whatever it took to rid the streets of drugs and violence, to make his city a safer place for its citizens, but most importantly his family who'd have to carry on without him. Although a little hope remained that after all was said and done, the Chief would even be able to carry out his end of the deal and he'd soon be able to reunite with his family.

I see this as a win, personally. From a nobody into a somebody.

Henry had felt hazy ever since going into the locker room at the gym. The blonde twink never had the urge to try and take a shower there before, he was too shy and timid amongst the crowd of burly masculine men, nervous about his lithe figure being judged or his feminine manners being laughed at. But he had really worked up a sweat today, and he hated feeling gross and sticky. As soon as he pushed open the doors and strolled in, he was assaulted by the pungent odor of protein farts, fetid and spicy and reeking of digested tacos. It shot up his nose, made his head start to ache, and he couldn’t help but assume the two large, bulging Latino fuck boys chatting off to the side were the source of the stench.

He plugged his nose as he sat his items down and started to undress, ignoring the muscled men as they laughed and called out to him, their language lost on him. But he understands the word gringo, white boy, and that causes his pasty skin to flush with embarrassment.

As quickly as he could, he jumped into the shower, closing the curtain behind him, washing and lathering until the banter of the bros finally stopped and faded into silence. He sighed in relief, running his thin fingers through his pale hair. When the coast was clear, he stepped out from behind the curtain, and he gasped in shock.

His old gym outfit and his fresh change of clothes had been stolen from his bag! He made sure all his other belongings were still in tact, and then he gazed to the side to see… an entirely different outfit laid out. A douchey get up of gym clothes, reeking of that same spicy, musky aroma, sweat stains around the pits. He couldn’t just walk out of here in a towel! Panicking and embarrassed and just wanting to go home, Henry squirmed into the outfit, hating the feeling of the damp sweaty fabric touching his clean skin. He pulled on the oversized tank top, the baggy black shorts, even slipped on the ball cap because it was available and maybe he could use it to hide his face.

And then, quickly and quietly, he rushed home.

He was so embarrassed and flustered that on the drive home he didn’t realize his hand switched the station over to some Hispanic tunes. He only lived fifteen minutes away after all, and the last thing he cared about was jamming out. The underwear he had put on felt warm and slick against his tiny, bubbly ass, wedging between his cheeks, making him wince in disgust from the sensation. The smell seemed to be flooding his entire car, and he was sure the ball cap was making his hair stink, too. He would shower again when he was home, throw these clothes away, and… he felt so itchy!

He rubbed his jaw, mind hazy and foggy as he felt the rough bristle of hairs breaking through the harder, more chiseled skin. The more he rubbed the scruff, the more his initial fear turned into pride. Wouldn’t he have always rocked a beard if his genetics allowed it? Why would he be afraid right now? He licked his upper lip, the burn of peach fuzz scraping his fattening tongue, a black bushy chinstrap completing its hold around his lower face. His cock twitched inside the sweaty underwear, engorging and pulsing against the damp fabric, shaft sliding up and down against the filth.

He felt more itching and stinging across his chest, but a glance down at his body revealed he was still smooth and neatly shaven. He glanced up too early to notice the douchey Roman numerals etching themselves across his chest. Each intake of air, of that fetid aroma, seemed to make his pecs grow wider and fatter and thicker with muscle. His traps pulled at the straps of the tank top, pulling the sweaty strip of fabric taut around his torso. The hands gripping the steering wheel had become veiny and large, fat sausage fingers gripping the plastic, holding it firmly. He let go with one hand, running it down his torso and his chiseled abs as he felt his biceps blowing up with muscle, so thick and juicy his skin chaffed and rubbed against itself. If he looked in the mirror, he would see beautiful chocolate brown eyes clouded in lust, sun kissed skin taking over his pale complexion.

The bushy chinstrap and caterpillar eyebrows on his face were now thick and pitch dark, and his blonde bangs had pulled up under his sweaty cap and turned the same black shade as his forest of body hair. He bounced his pecs, a large meaty hand reaching into his damp shorts and pulling out his cock, a cross necklace manifesting around his neck and bouncing between his jiggling mounds of muscle tits. His fat cock- wait wasn’t it less than aver- his leaking horse cock was standing at attention, pre dripping down his thick fingers, veins pulsing against his calloused palm. He ignored the itch of thick, dark, sweaty pubes scratching his hand, wasting no time running his large hand up and down the bloated shaft. His waist stretched the band of his shorts as it widened, his thighs and legs bloating with muscle and fat, bones cracking as he grew taller and taller until the top of his head lightly touched the roof of his car. As he stroked, Henry had one final moment of brief panic. Was he really jacking off? What if he came all over himself and his car? Wasn’t he just anxious because he already felt so dirty?

He could feel his fat, muscled ass blossoming beneath him, wiry hairs itching between his crack, his once pink hole now brown and rank and tightly sealed, trapped between the jiggling, juicy globes of jock meat. His outfit was freshly drenched from the gym, proof of his hard effort. He was a man’s man, sculpted to perfection, every Latina mama’s dream guy to take care of her daughter. Or breed her, at the very least.

He was thinking about sexy Latina tits and pussy when his fat cock finally spewed its seed, blasting out the remains of the former Henry with it. The twink's last cry for help was drowned under the man's low, satisfied moan. Enrique panted in ecstasy, shoving his still wet cock into his already ruined underwear. Now his car smelled like cum and sweat, but he didn’t give a shit. That was the musk of a proud Mexican man, and he had no shame. He was only rushing home so he could text one of his bimbo bitches to come over and be bred by him. His hand had nothing on slick pussy.

Leaning to one side, about to pull into his driveway, Enrique wasted no time adding one more foul smell to the car. He rocketed a loud protein fart out of his fuzzy Latino ass, the final traces of Henry’s fears and confusion sputtering out with it. PRFFFFFFFFT!

He couldn’t wait to hang with his bros at the gym and make fun of gringos together again tomorrow.

Chronivac Twins

The moment I saw this AI image, I knew I had to write something. Probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

Special thanks to @octuscle for the image inspiration. Here is a link to their original story.

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Empty beer cans filled the table in front of the two men. The room was silent, the TV showing the console home screen, and darkness was creeping in from the night. The night was winding down, and the two friends were enjoying peaceful moment before the night truly wrapped up.

Mason breathed a heavy sigh, comfortable in his current state. He was clearly drunk, but happily drunk. He fished around in his pockets, feeling for the recent purchase he had received that day: a brand new Chronivac tablet. He pulled it out of his pocket, powering it on for the first time, watching the screen suddenly brighten, flashing the Chronivac logo. 

“Check it out!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, surprising even himself with his boldness. “I got this new Chronivac in the mail.”

Beside him sat Chris, Mason’s best friend since grade school. Chris was drunker than Mason was, with his eyes closed and his body still, but he too was in happy state of intoxication. 

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Chris slurred from the other end of the coach. The back of Mason’s head was resting on the top of the sofa, leaned back in an almost unnatural position. A massive drunken grin was plastered on his face, highlighting the comfortable state he was currently in.

Mason held up the sleek tablet to an oblivious Chris. A loading screen flashed again as the system booted up. 

“Yeah, it’s a tool that lets me change a part of my body. Actually it will change a part of both of us. They had a deal on the twins package.”

“Cool…” Chris breathed.

“Yeah. I know you have been feeling down lately, so I thought it would be nice to spice things up for you. Plus, you know you’re my bro. We’ve been buds since we were five years old. I figured it was time we made it official.”

Mason began tapping at the screen, swiping at different sliders and dials. There were dozens of different settings with labels like “Hair”, “Muscle Levels”, “Race/Nationality”… Mason balked at the overwhelming choices and options, but forced himself to stay focussed; this was a change he had wanted for a while.

“So I was thinking of doing some kind of mixed race. Hmm. Japanese and Mexican? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I bet that would look hot. With jacked muscles, like body builders. And since we’re gonna be twins, you’ll get it too. Sound good to you Chris?”

Chris only smiled and laughed to himself, the way drunk people often do. It was clear he was not fully present in the moment. Mason took Chris’ drunken laughter as a sign of agreement and continued with the settings page. He slid up the muscle slider to the max, added jock personalities and details such as personal trainer and fitness influencer. He double checked the ‘Race’ tab, making sure that Japanese and Mexican were both checked off. Pleased with his work, he continued on to the last section, “Target Selection” and “Transform”. He allowed the device a few moments to calibrate before confirming the two bodies in the room. He double checked that the “Twins” button was selected and hovered over the Transform button.

“All right bro. This is it. See you on the other side!”

And with that he tapped the button. The screen went blank for a moment, creating a quick sense of panic in Mason’s heart, but reappeared with a white, animated progress bar.

Mason looked down at his hands and arms. “I don’t feel any different,” he said. 

He checked the screen again. The progress bar had moved up by one pixel and showed a time remaining of 1440 minutes. 

“Oh shoot! I set the transformation duration to be 24 hours. Well that’s okay. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll definitely see some changes! Next time you see me Chris I’ll be be a huge muscled-out bro. And a completely different race. And so will you! We’ll be twins. Pedro and Miguel. We’re gonna be so fucking hot.”

A gentle and rhythmic breathing came from the other end of the couch. Mason turned his head and grinned at Chris who had passed out on the couch. 

“See you in the morning, Miguel,” he whispered. 

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Bright sunlight was pouring into the apartment. The morning was late, but the day was still young. Chris stirred on the sofa; he was now lying horizontally on the couch, shirtless and in his underwear. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight, rubbing his eyelids with a balled up fist, and stretching against the soft cushions of the sofa. His broad feet pushed against the far armrest, and his arms stretched off behind him. He sat up, and noticed his first change.

Looking down at his chest, Chris saw his pectoral muscles had ballooned out in front of him to a God-like proportion. He cupped his chest, making note of how his nipple had slipped down below his eye line, and squeezed the new muscle. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed. “Why do I have tits?” 

Mason launched himself off the sofa and dove into the bathroom. The flickering fluorescent light clicked on, revealing the extent of Mason’s initial changes. Below his chest were the unmistakeable beginnings of 6-pack abs. Mason ran his fingers over top of his stomach, remembering the slight beer gut that had been there the night before. 

He leaned in closer to the mirror and begin poking and prodding his face. His nose seemed wider and his eyes were narrower. His lips were plumping as well, into two thick pillows. He ran his meatier fingers through his darkening hair; it seemed thicker, curlier and shorter than it had before. He pulled a strand and watched it bounce back into place on his scalp. 

The sound of a door slamming brought Chris out of his trance. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

“Bro!” Mason called from the entry-way. “Are you up?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is happening to me?” Chris replied in anguish.

Mason came around the corner and Chris immediately became aware that the changes he was going through were also happening to Mason. Mason appeared to be several inches shorter, and Chris noticed that he was roughly eye-level to himself now. His chest and abs were similarly large and muscled as Chris’ were, except Mason’s shoulders and arms were much wider. Veins pulsed across Mason’ skin and over his bulging biceps. His nose and eye shape seemed strangely familiar, as did the plumpness of his lips. Mason noticed that Chris’ hair was shorter on top with a shaved, faded appearance on the side.

“Mason, what the fuck is happening? I pass out drunk and wake up all top heavy like this! And then you waltz in looking like that! What the fuck?”

“Chill out bro,” Pedro said. “And my name isn’t Mason anymore. It’s Pedro. And your name isn’t Chris, it’s Miguel. You’re turning out to be such a hot twin.”

Chris/Miguel was unable to get anymore words out as sharp pains coursed through his arms and legs. He hunched over, wrapping his growing limbs around his torso. In front of his eyes he saw the muscles in his arms and legs double, triple and quadruple in size, into massive slabs of muscle. His trap muscles ached and burned as the fibres inside re-stitched themselves, growing to match the mass of his arms and chest. Across the room Pedro grinned in anticipation, as his adonis belt thinned out, becoming lean and chiselled, into his tight pelvis and butt. 

“Miguel, we’re going to be so hot!” Pedro’s voice was deeper and more coastal sounding. His jock-instincts were bubbling in his brain, overwriting whatever personality he had before.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Miguel. I mean Chris.” Chris stammered. “How did you even do this?”

“Bro, it was the Chronivac. I told you last night. Just embrace it. I paid good money for this twins package.”

“I need to call them. There has to be a way to reverse this.” 

With a wide stride, Chris/Miguel walked over to where his phone was, but doubled over as a burning pain seared through his stomach. He squeezed with his hands, feeling the muscles underneath swell and grow under his touch. Before his eyes his abs went from flat and empty to being completely ripped. His waist got tighter as his adonis belt and hip muscles also tensed and flexed, just like Pedro’s had.

“Bro, I have a six pack!” Chris exclaimed, his voice cracking as it matched the timbre of Pedro’s.  

“They match mine, bro!” Pedro said.

Chris shook his head. If he could just call the company and explain what the problem was, then he figured he could stop the changes. He found his phone and brought it to his face, waiting for Face ID to unlock. The phone vibrated in his dark and meaty hand, refusing to unlock. In the black mirror of his phone, he saw a completely different face than the one he was used to. His nose was wider, and his jaw was leaner. His eyes had narrowed into Asian-like features and his hair was shorter and darker than before. His face was looking identical to Pedro’s, right down to the plump lips.

In a panic, Chris typed in his passcode and Googled the number for Chronivac. The phone began ringing.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Hello, is this support? My name is Miguel, I mean Chris. My name is Chris. I don’t own your product, but my brother Pedro — I mean my best friend Mason does. He used the Chronivac on me last night and I woke up with big muscles and my face is looking Japanese and Mexican? And the same thing is happening to him! He says we’re becoming twins. This has to be against your Terms of Service! I didn’t agree to this.”

A dark skin spot formed on the back of Chris’ hand, spreading across his skin and up his bulging arms. His skin was darkening, to match his new ethnicity. 

“It sounds to me like it might be too late to intervene. Our records show Pedro and Miguel Watanabe.”

“That’s right,” Miguel interjected. He was Miguel, not Chris.

“Yeah,” the agent continued. “So your brother got the Twins Package, and since you are legally twins now, there’s nothing that can be done to change back the transformation. But it’s going to be great being a pair of super hot Latino-Asian influencers, right?”

“Yeah,” Miguel replied absent-mindedly, and in a voice that was deepening. “Thanks anyway. Peace.” 

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. Pedro wandered over and wrapped his hand around his twin brother’s shoulder. 

“It’s at ninety-nine percent,” Pedro said, indicating the transformation process on the Chronivac. 

Miguel felt another spasm in his thighs and legs and saw his skin was now completely browned and tanned now. His legs were thick and bulging, and so was the rest of his body. A wave of emotions came feelings rolled over his brain, and Miguel stood silently in place as his brain and personality adjusted to match his new physique. Pedro stood still for a moment too, as the twenty-two year old twins realized they could speak English, apanese and Spanish and had a long history of lifting weights and posting work-out videos on TikTok. The transformation progress bar clicked up one last pixel to one-hundred percent, snapping the twins out of their daze. 

“Bro,” Pedro said. “You wanna get a workout in?”

“You know it!” Miguel said, high-fiving his twin brother with a grin. 

Any chance could u make me be a short guy but with some big muscles and also could u make me a boyfriend who is super tall with muscle?

snap

Oh Honey, you’ve been waiting a long time for this change. Well let me make it up to you.

I can make you shorter for sure. I love short kings. The world is rushing up and away from you as you shrink down to five foot five. You’ll need that tall boyfriend to get things from the top shelf.

Broad shoulders? You got them! They’re wide and you’ve got a big, broad chest to go with it. Mind if I squeeze your tits a little bit? I love Mexican milk. Your skin is darkening, your eyes are getting narrower and your hair is getting darker. You need a moustache too. Not a big one, just a slight bit of hair above your lip.

Back that ass over here a second! Mm, mm, mm! We’ll thicken up your mid-second and stomach so there’s more of you to love. Hell yeah bro. Looking fine as hell. You’re short and broad but you’re hot as fuck. Step into that thong too. Actually, before you do I’m gonna thicken up your penis. But say goodbye to your foreskin first. Love the dark colour of the skin too. Okay, that thong is gonna make your whole package stand out. It’s going to drive the people wild!

Sometimes I look into the mirror and hate how short and chubby I am. Is there something you can do to change that?

snap

Hey little buddy, I'm sorry you're so down on yourself. Let's see what I can do to help you out, shall I?

Your legs are getting thicker and more muscular. I'll thin out your stomach and harden it with some abs. Go ahead and flex them, run your fingers across your flat stomach. All that chub is gone. You like?

But look at your chest! It's expanding, growing and pushing out, right in front of your eyes. Massive man-tits. But don't worry, it's all muscle. That muscle will continue into your arms and shoulders. You've got a massive top shelf now.

Can I alter your face? Wait, why am I asking for permission. Let's add some facial hair: a tight and tidy moustache and a goatee? Short, curly hair on top. Dark hair, yeahhh that's it! Oh baby, we're gonna have to go all out now. Your skin is getting darker. A dark caramel-like brown.

And done! You're still short, but at least you're not short and chubby — you're short and muscular!

Never heard of a magical tongue before...! Wonder if I could give it a shot.

A God's Tongue

“Alright, you ready?” Ahmed asked as he got on his knees. His roommate Kyle helped himself onto his bed and stripped down.

“More than ready! Thanks again man, seriously, you’re the best!”

Kyle stroked his flaccid cock until it began hardening up to full mast. Once it was sufficiently hard enough, Ahmed brushed off Kyle’s hand and took a hold of his cock himself. He looked at the long, pink member with hungry eyes. He smacked his lips with his tongue. Ahmed was ready to go down on his roommate right then and there, but then a slight hesitation in his mind stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this tonight. Aren’t you worried I’m transforming you too much? This’ll be the third time this month! What if something happens to you?”

Ahmed backed away from the bed. Suddenly, the idea of his magic tongue horrified him. He doesn't know how he developed such a strange ability, but Ahmed had the power to temporarily transform anything (or anyone) he wanted by licking it. Ahmed hated his tongue. It made eating unnecessarily difficult and hook ups practically impossible. He swore to keep his magic tongue a secret until the day he died. However, after a night out drinking, Ahmed accidentally hooked up with Kyle and turned him into an adonis. He hoped it would just be a one time thing, but Kyled begged him to transform him again. Although he initially refused, Ahmed eventually warmed up to the idea when he realized it was his chance to finally hook up without someone finding out about his powers. They formed a mutually beneficial arrangement: Kyle got to be a Greek god, while Ahmed got the sex he craved but couldn't have because of his tongue.

It was originally supposed to be a once-a-month thing. Ahmed's tongue could only do temporary transformations. But everytime Ahmed used his power on Kyle, he noticed there was something inexplicably off about his roommate. Sure, Kyle's body returned back to normal after a few days, but his personality started changing too. He became angry, anxious, and even aggressive at times. Ahmed wasn't sure what exactly was going on inside his roommate's mind and he was worried his tongue had something to do with it.

“Nahh I'll be fine!!" Kyle chuckled. "You worry too much, Ahmed! Nothing bad has ever happened in all the times we've done this, right?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Exactly! It'll be fine. If anything, we'll just do it one more time and then we'll take a long break... Sound good?"

Ahmed looked up and saw Kyle smiling at him. His reassurance helped calm his nerves. But despite Kyle's affirmation, doubt still lingered in his mind. Ahmed hesitated, but after Kyle made his erect cock twitch at him, he ultimately decided one more transformation couldn't hurt. He wrapped a hand around Kyle's boner, stood up, and kissed him firmly on the lips.

The two men exchanged rough kisses as they pressed their bodies against each other, grunting and groaning as they did so. Kyle then opened his mouth, granting Ahmed the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ahmed's tongue was magical in more ways than one. He knew how to use his tongue well. Ahmed had no problem dominating Kyle's tongue as he took the leading role in their makeout sess. Kyle groaned with delight as Ahmed licked and sucked away at his tongue. As he did so, Ahmed's magic tongue activated and Kyle began to transform. His jawline became wider and sharper as it morphed into a more squared off jaw with some slight stubble to complete his more overtly masculine look. His nose grew thicker and wider until a hooked nose replaced his small, button nose. His cheekbones filled in and grew more pronounced, giving him a ruggedly handsome face. All the while his face began getting darker in skin tone too. His blond, wavy hair darkened until they were jet black and with curls. Darker features were something Ahmed's tongue had never done before, but they were both too caught up in the heat of the moment to even notice.

Ahmed pulled his lips away from Kyle's lips and moved down to his neck. He planted his lips against the left side of his body. He then began licking, sucking, and biting playfully at his neck until hickies began to form, then switched over to the right side.

"Nrgghh fuckk..." Kyle whispered. The heat coming from Ahmed's wet mouth felt good against his neck. His hands gripped the bed sheets as he felt his neck grow thicker and darker with every lick Ahmed gave him. Ahmed ran his tongue from the top of his shoulder blades to the edge of his jawline, causing his shoulder muscles to tighten and thicken. Within seconds, Kyle's back transformed into that of a linebacker thanks to Ahmed's magic tongue. Ahmed moved over into Kyle's armpits next. He stuck his nose into his pit and sniffed his musk. He then licked the crevice if his pits, causing thick black hair to sprout in until Kyle had rank jungles in his underarms. From there, Ahmed slid over to his arms and bit him. He bit and licked all over until Kyle's biceps grew into firm, melon-sized cannons with thick forearms to boot. He licked and licked until veins all throughout Kyle's arms throbbed with strength.

Ahmed continued making his way down Kyle's torso. He stopped at his chest. He licked his nipples until they grew pointy, then proceeded to slip his pec into his mouth and sucked away at his nipple. Kyle's toes curled and his pupils rolled back as Ahmed suckled away at his growing chest. The pleasurable sensations were making him break a sweat. Ahmed didn't mind it though. He was having the time of his life too. The sweat added a slightly salty taste to Kyle's tits. He could feel Kyle's pectoral muscles grow heavier in his mouth as he sucked too, giving his hands something to grab and squeeze as he focused his mouth on his nips. Once he felt Kyle had a suitable set of hefty pecs, Ahmed moved down further to his abdominal region. Ahmed then proceeded to trace the outline of his abs with his tongue. Kyle's flabby stomach region swelled with muscle mass until his abs began popping out one by one like freshly popped popcorn.

In no time flat, Kyle's body had undergone two major transformations. His muscles swelled and grew while also growing darker in color until Kyle had become a muscular Arab god. Every lick Ahmed gave Kyle was pushing him further and further away from his original identity.

Unfortunately, both Ahmed and Kyle were too busy enjoying themselves notice Ahmed was inadvertently changing his roommate's race into his own. Ahmed got back down on his knees with Kyle's cock in hand. He slipped his pink head into his mouth and began licking away at it. He started slowly at first, then gradually made his way down Kyle's lengthy rod inch by inch. All the while Ahmed made sure to use his tongue generously.

"Mmm yeah just like that... Keep sucking that big dick!" Kyle purred, Ahmed moaned in response. He sunk back against the bed as Ahmed's wet mouth wrapped tightly around his hard cock. The sensual feeling of Ahmed's thick, bushy beard pressing against the cleanly shaved base of his cock drove him mad with pleasure. Kyle ran his fingers through his roommate's hair as Ahmed alternated between swirling and licking the sensitive tip of his dick like a melting popsicle, sending rippling sensations throughout his groin every time he did so.

"Ohhh fuckk..! It's happening..!!" Kyle said with bated breath. He threw his head back as he felt a new surge of blood rush into his already erect cock, causing it to grow thicker and heavier by the second.

"Mmmph!!" Ahmed gagged against the expanding cock in his mouth. Suddenly, Kyle's dick was long enough to press against the back of his throat but he refused to give up. He took in a breath through his nose and continued deepthroating Kyle's member until his nose touched his pubis. With his length already pushing 8 inches, Ahmed's magic began affecting Kyle's balls too. They grew and grew until they hung low, heavy with cum.

"Ahhh..! Ahhh..! FUCK!! Ohhh....!!!"

Kyle squirmed from the building pressure in his junk. His body was becoming more muscular and Arab by the second! His balls were practically twitching, begging him for release! Kyle knew how uncomfortable transformation could be, but it was never this powerful before. He knew something was wrong. Amidst waves of pleasure, he opened his eyes and was shocked at what he saw. He had become the muscular adonis again just like he wanted, but his body had unexpectedly become brown too!

"What the fuck..? Noooo...!!"

The darker skin tone was slowly but surely spreading up the length of his pink dick. Kyle tried patting Ahmed in a desperate attempt to stop him, but he took it a sign to not stop sucking him off. Kyle tried to fight it, but between the bomb head and the transformation pains, his body seized up. All he could do was brace himself as his cock twitched and rumbled until he finally shot loads of cum down Ahmed's throat. The moment he pumped out the first load, the growing melanin surged throughout the rest of his body. His legs spasmed as his feet grew bigger and wider until he had smelly, size 14 feet. He had been completely transformed from head to toe.

"Ahhh man! That was good!!" Ahmed swallowed Kyle's load then got up from his knees. "That was more intense than last time! How do you- what the fuck!? Who are you!!"

Ahmed jumped back when he saw the new Arab Kyle laying out in front of him. Kyle held a hand against his temples.

"What are you yelling for... It's me!"

"Kyle!?"

"Who else?"

"But... No! That can't be! You were just supposed to become muscular! Now you look like one of my cousins!!"

"I don't know what to tell you man... Your tongue transformed me, so now I'm gonna look like this for the next couple of days."

The two men shared looks. Kyle held a serious expression while Ahmed looked like he was ready to pass out.

"Well... I guess you're just gonna look like this for a while. Are you gonna be okay?" Ahmed asked.

"Yeah man! I'll be fine!" Kyle flashed Ahmed a smile, but it still took him a while to actually calm down. But once he did, he left the room anxious while a sinister smirk began to form on 'Kyle's' face.

"That fucking idiot..." 'Kyle' said in perfect Arabic. "It took me a long time to squeeze out enough magic out of that fool, but I'm finally fully adjusted to this body!!"

Zahid flashed a grin to himself as he flexed his new body. He was more than happy with the results of his hard work. As he did so, an idea struck him.

"The God's tongue is wasted on someone foolish and cowardly like him... Looks like I'm gonna need one more favor from you, Brother."

The same smirk from before returned to Zahid's face as he looked at himself proudly in the mirror. One that Ahmed had no idea he was responsible for creating with his magic tongue.