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Helping Out A Friend: Part II

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As I began to feel a slight sticky dampness spread around my crotch, I knew I had to stop myself from admiring my body any longer just to make sure I didn’t accidentally cum before I could get some alone time with this body. Trying to quickly make my boner fade, I tried the childish approach that I often utilized whenever I was afraid or accidentally turned on by something. I spun myself around and faced towards the shower and closed my eyes as I began to think about schoolwork and the whole reason for this swap in the first place.

Once my boner receded, I finally departed the bathroom to check on Curtis, who was now just laying on the couch browsing on his phone. As he realized that I was finally back, he sat up, smiled and said, “This is so crazy, right?” 

I couldn’t help but awkwardly grin and respond with a simple “Yeah…” as I headed towards the couch and sat at the opposite end. I was still finding myself fairly shocked by his acceptance and immediate enjoyment out of the swap, which made me question how many times he’s used this device before. Before I could even bring up my inquiry, he handed me his phone and he took mine off of the coffee table. Then, he began to talk about the swap and our plan a bit more. 

“Well, given that you’re Antonio and I’m Curtis, we obviously need to swap phones as well. Also, we need to swap apartments as well so no one grows suspicious as to why Curtis is living in Antonio’s place and vice versa…” As I listened to him detail more of his plan, I couldn’t help but agree and slowly get more excited about the potential of living as Antonio. I mean, I’m definitely going to miss my solo apartment, but I also enjoy the concept of living in a frat house with all of Antonio’s friends. I could feel my dick begin to firm up once more as I thought about how hot it was that his friends would be oblivious to the fact that the nerd that they used to throw insults at just a few weeks ago is now the one they’re living with. While Curtis got to live alone and be himself, I found an odd excitement about having to be “100% Antonio” for the next few months. I was sure I’d be fine given that we swapped some mental aspects as well, but I still found the potential of trying to “fit in” rather thrilling.

Before too long, Curtis finished his lecture and I could only stare blank-faced as he told me about various details such as what keys in my jacket will be for my apartment, my motorcycle, etc. I felt myself go into autopilot and just naturally nod and follow his instructions given his clearly meticulous planning. After a few more minutes of lecturing me about the new aspects of my life, he wasted no more time and sent me on my way. Once he slammed the door shut  behind me, I awkwardly stumbled out of his place and began the journey towards my new home.

As I headed into the large parking garage, I wandered around aimlessly through several floors while searching for Antonio’s motorcycle. After a few more minutes, I felt a sense of intuition begin to direct me in my mind as I naturally moved and found my new mode of transportation. Getting onto the bike, I nervously put in the key and turned it on. Never experiencing a motorcycle before, I childishly gasped and flinched as I heard the motor roar to life. Knowing that I would need to rely on that “Antonio intuition” for a short while, I immediately let those instincts take slight control as my body seemingly went through muscle memory. I flipped up the kick stand, revved the engine, and sped off into the night towards my new home.

Once I finally arrived and parked at the frat house, I mentally prepared myself to encounter all of these douchebag frat bros as I walked up to the front door. Taking a quick inhale, I slid my key into the door and exhaled as I stepped inside. The place itself was what you would expect for a frat house; it was littered with beer cans, barren of any decoration, and filled with cocky guys walking around, taunting their friends and sitting on the couch to smoke weed. While looking around, my eyes met another guy in the house, who immediately called me over to hang with the rest of the guys. “Oh, sorry guys but I’m really tired. I should head up to bed!” I tried to explain, but it was all for nothing as the guys ignored me. Immediately, three guys came rushing over and dragged me into the living room. As soon as I got into the room, they tossed me onto the couch, where I fell right in the empty space between two guys who were passing around a blunt.

“You want a hit?” the man to my left asked, his breath smoky and eyes bloodshot as he exhaled the fumes into my face. I gagged and groaned with a forceful, “Oh, no thanks man, I’m good!”

However, as the smoke entered my mouth and nostrils, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t repulsed by it. It seemed that Antonio was no stranger to the drug, which was an interesting revelation given how clean-cut he seemed to me. There was a tingle in the back of my mind, with that intuition of the original Antonio begging me to take a hit. Both curious and eager to get this tingling to stop, I looked at the blond-haired man to my left and responded with a joyful, “Hey man, actually, let me take a hit of that!”

As he handed it over to me, I couldn’t help but smile as I sucked on the joint and took in the fumes. To this body, it felt amazing, as that little voice in my head slowly faded away after receiving what it desired. However, in my mind, I was both shocked and disgusted with myself for doing that. My parents were quite conservative and spent so much of my high school years giving me constant monologues about the hidden evils of drugs and alcohol. But as the blunt continued to pass around the group in several cycles, I felt those thoughts slowly dissipate with each round as the drug finally hit and relaxed me.

While talking with these guys, I felt my intuition begin to influence me a lot more. Mental notes began to appear, telling me more about who each of these guys were and if Antonio was friends with them or not. It was cool to sort of “tap into” my Antonio persona and become more comfortable with them as we chatted for a good hour or so. 

Eventually, one of the guys, who Antonio’s mind told me was named Brian, asked where I went tonight. “I went to go see my friend… Curtis. You’ve seen him before”, I say, remembering all of the rude comments these guys used to say to me anytime Antonio came to say hi to me on campus. 

You could imagine my surprise when they all laughed and Brian chimed in “I thought you hated that dweeb?”, adding a hearty chuckle as I was left shocked. 

Returning to complete awareness out of my marijuana daze, I gasped in confusion. “What… what do you mean? That’s my best friend from childhood.” 

“Dude, I know you want to be nice to him given how much he got bullied, but he’s definitely not your best friend. You’re always complaining about him approaching you anytime he sees you and about how much he keeps trying to hang out with you…” Brian pointed out, an intense tone heard in his voice.

Speechless, I just responded with a shrug of my shoulders and I took the joint once more, this time taking a much deeper hit. As I exhaled, I leaned back on the couch and looked up, watching the thick cloud of smoke float up towards the ceiling before disappearing just as fast as it came. 

With my mood quickly becoming sour thanks to Brian’s revelation, I decided to excuse myself and head up to my bedroom. I hopped up onto my feet and wobbled up the stairs, letting my mind rest as I let body lead me to my new bedroom. Both angry and frustrated, I couldn’t understand why Antonio even asked to swap with me if he “hated me” as much as they said. On the verge of both crying and punching a hole in the wall, I decided the best course of action would be to just sleep it off and figure it out tomorrow once I had a clearer head.

It was fairly uncomfortable as I began undressing, but as I removed my crop top and shorts, I couldn’t help myself from being turned on by this body, no matter how much I currently hated the man who owns this body. As I took off my shorts, I remembered the device in my pocket and fished it out of the pocket and placed it in my dresser drawer under a pile of clothes. Once I was finished hiding the device and getting into my underwear, I couldn’t help but sit on the bed and think about how pissed off I was at Antonio for being such a two-faced friend to me.

No matter how angry I was, I couldn’t deny that I was still turned on by being in Antonio’s body. Looking down after feeling a tight pressure in my crotch, I saw a clear picture of my throbbing dick stretching out the confines of my underwear. As I fell back into bed and turned off the light, I couldn’t help myself from sliding my hand down my underwear and feeling my new equipment once more. It was impossible to stop myself any longer, so I started wrapping my thick hands around my just as thick shaft and began running my hand up and down. “Jesus Christ…” I moaned, surprised by just how sensitive my new dick was. After a few hours since my accidental edging from when we first swapped, it didn’t take much more until I was gasping and climaxing, filling my black underwear with such a large quantity of cum.

As I finally finished shooting my load, I fell deeper into my pillow and thought about how I better clean myself up. However, as soon as I got comfortable and placed my head on my pillow, I was suddenly overcome with an intense feeling of drowsiness. Within seconds, I passed out after wearing myself out both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t help but have my last thoughts of the night be that I hoped that tomorrow would be a better day as Antonio than today had been…

My eyes snapped open as the alarm clock began screaming in the early hours of the morning. I sat up and looked around, my body tensing up as I recognized the bedroom before me belonging to Antonio rather than my own. Taking a moment to calm down, I reminded myself of my situation and why I was sleeping in just my underwear in my best friend’s bedroom. As I fully remembered the reasons behind such a predicament, I finally relaxed and sprang up from bed to start getting ready for my day. 

While walking around Antonio’s bedroom, I couldn’t help but snoop a bit as I looked around my new bedroom to try and understand more about my new life beyond the memories he gave me and the muscle memory that his body has. While looking through his desk drawers, my mouth spread into a wide grin as I stumbled across a thick and weathered notebook. Curious to see what he was writing about, I cracked open the journal and began to read the contents. My expectations of finding descriptions of his day and romantic sentiments were quickly dashed though, as I read the journal and came across pages of him describing in detail all of his sexual conquests. I couldn’t help but groan in disgust as he detailed all of the ways that he dominated both men and women and got them to service him in every way he desired.

As I was about to finish reading the almost fully completed journal labelled “Senior Year”, I gasped and jumped up at the sound of a bang on my door. “Yo, Antonio, it’s Sunday. Are you getting ready to head to the gym with me or no?” I heard someone say. 

“Uh… just a minute!” I cried out, glancing down and realizing that I was still shirtless apart from my jizz-covered underwear. As quick as I could, I ripped off the underwear and threw on a new pair of briefs. With not many options immediately at my disposal, I threw on my weed-scented crop top from the previous night as well. Thinking I still had my longer haircut, I quickly grabbed a cap and threw it onto my head to cover my non-existent bedhead. Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of Brian in a tank top and pair of compression tights tapping his hand against the door frame. 

“So… are we going or not? I’ve got some plans to meet up with Amber from Delta Kappa Gamma in an hour and thirty, so I don’t want to be late for that,” he said, adding a devilish wink to make the implicit explicit with his clear hint towards sex. I couldn’t help but stare at his swimming-pool blue eyes that shimmered after his wink. Although I had no interest in Brian given his previous behavior towards me, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive. With those blue eyes and curly blonde hair, he was quite a vision to behold. The sight before me was even impressive as his workout clothes clearly defined his ripped physique, with his thick biceps, meaty pecs, and thick thighs stretching the limits of his tight clothes.

Trying not to seem out of the ordinary, I agreed with a smile, adding “Yeah, just let me shower real quick and we’ll be on our way!” before closing the door and rushing to gather my shower materials and a set of clothes to change into. As I opened the door, Brian was already gone, so I quickly paced towards the bathroom and slammed the door behind me.

Immediately, I turned on the shower to begin heating it up as I began to take off my clothes. I started with my crop top and shorts, quickly stripping them off and setting them on the counter by the opposite set of clean clothes that I brought with me. As I looked into the mirror at my almost-nude body, I couldn’t help myself from staring at my reflection and admiring his bulky yet strong frame. Given that my day was about to involve a gym session, I felt it was appropriate to check out what I’m working with while waiting for the shower to heat up. 

Bringing my arms up, I couldn’t help but smile as I flexed and watched my thick biceps bulge out and show off just how buff I was now. Although not fully muscular, I wasn’t upset with how I looked by any means. While touching my pecs, it became clear that although they weren’t clearly defined from the softening of some chest fat, there was still a large amount of muscle apparent from just looking at them. As I cupped them in my rugged hands, I couldn’t help but squeeze and feel the mix of both soft fat at the surface and the firm muscle just a layer deeper. Turning my attention towards my legs, I looked down at my revealed thick thighs and spread my legs a little wider. I turned my leg so it faced outward, curled my toes and I watched the thicker thighs suddenly have a large amount of muscle become apparent as I held my pose. This body was incredibly dense, so I personally couldn’t wait to explore it more later as I brought my flexed arms down so I could finally get ready. I feared Brian’s wrath if I accidentally made him late for his hookup appointment with his sorority girlfriend, so I rapidly ripped off my underwear, set my hat down on the counter, and stepped into the shower.

It felt strange as I spent less time showering and shampooing my shorter hair and more time lathering up my body. It was fairly erotic to look down at my beefy frame and spend so much time lathering it up and making sure every inch of my body was completely washed. I also personally loved running my hands through my wet pelt of chest hair and treasure trail and watching the hair wave and wiggle as the soapy water ran through it.

Once I finished, I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off and got dressed into some clothing that I felt was workout appropriate: a dark black tank top, a pair of blue briefs, and a tight pair of athletic shorts. On top of feeling workout appropriate, it also seemed like the perfect place to try and emphasize how buff I was with all of this form-fitting gear. The tank-top tightly displayed my pecs and slight gut with not shame, but pride.

As I walked out of the bathroom, my body grabbed a bag, which my mind soon told me was Antonio’s workout bag with a whole bunch of snacks, drinks, and towels. Thanking Antonio’s insight for saving my ass, I bounded down the stairs to find Brian waiting for me. I flashed a smile and offered a quick “Good to go”, but he did not respond. Rather than respond, he just gave me a weird look, which made me assume that he was either annoyed with my lateness or unsure why I was wearing this for our workout. He didn’t bother to explain his glare though as he opened the door and I quickly followed behind him as we jogged over to the school gym.

I followed Brian’s lead as we headed into the gym, swiped our college ID cards, and entered the locker room to put away our bags. Once we finished, we then returned to the gym and started our workouts. Brian began doing his own thing, so I aimlessly wandered around the gym waiting for Antonio’s intuition to tell me what I needed to know and what I should do. Once I got to a barbell set, my mind instantly informed me that I knew how to do this. Tapping into that newfound ability, I absentmindedly began to add weight on both sides of the bar. I initially felt stressed as I watched the total weight grow with each addition, but I put trust in my body and let it lead the way. Finally securing the weight, I crouched underneath the bar and watched as my body got immediately into the appropriate form. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and began to stand up with the bar behind my neck. I grit my teeth and mentally prepared myself for the strain of so much weight, but I was shocked as I slowly stood up and only felt some slight strain as I lifted the weighted bar up and down repeatedly for several sets. 

It was so unusual letting my body lead the way and just stop thinking about the process, especially given the fact that I’ve never done a single workout in my life. However, that strange feeling slowly faded as I continued to accept the nuggets of information that my mind delivered to me piece by piece as I tried out all of the various equipment in the gym. I couldn’t help but flash a big smile as I worked out as if I’ve been doing this for years. As I got onto a treadmill, Brian finally joined me and we used the final 15 minutes to do a quick little jog. Watching the clock, I stopped the machine and informed Brian of the time once we got to the end of our hour session. We quickly headed out of the gym and towards the locker room, grabbing our bags and patting our faces with our towels to cool off. Brian was seemingly in a hurry to go hookup with his girlfriend, so he quickly walked out of the locker room and gave me a simple “See you at the party tonight bro!” as he heads out. 

My eyes went wide as I imagined the concept of my original self attending at a frat party, but I did my best to relax and decide to cross that bridge later when it came up. After grabbing my bag and starting to head out of the locker room, I couldn’t help but pull out my phone as I passed a large mirror near the exit. I smiled as I took a few pictures and thought about how happy I was finding myself in Antonio’s body. I didn’t expect to enjoy it THIS much, but I was certainly having a blast as such a buff hunk. Deciding to check in on my old body, I ignored my anger towards Antonio and opened up my messages. Typing quickly, I shot off a text to Curtis with a photo from my gym session and added a quick little caption.

“Man, this body is so buff! How are you doing Curtis?”

After sending off the text, I finally departed from the locker room and began my trek through the harsh embrace of winter towards the frat house once again…

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Helping Out A Friend: Part III

If you haven’t read the previous entries, check out Part I and Part II.

I finally arrived back at the frat house, surprised that the frigid weather did not bother me during my walk. With my bigger build and how sweaty I was, the cold was welcomed with open arms rather than coldly rejected like how I used to feel about the weather. Once inside, I promptly kick off my shoes to get the snow off and quickly ascend the stairs. As I enter my room, I lock the door behind me as I drop off my gym bag just past the doorway. Heading over towards my bed, I groan as I fall back onto the mattress, where it warmly greets me with a slight bounce as I land.

I lay in bed to relax for a moment, the first break I’ve given myself since waking up. I shut my eyes as I exhale a sigh of relief and begin to reflect about my day so far. Thinking about my workout, I can’t help but still find myself in shock while considering the amount of weight that I lifted. I can’t deny that I begin to feel more of “Antonio’s” persona begin to spill out of me. After my first experience with the bar, I quickly found myself getting competitive with Brian throughout the session. I would quietly observe him doing a machine, and after he finished, I would take my turn. However, I found myself naturally trying to showcase my strength by adding more weight to a machine or doing more sets than he did. As Curtis, I wasn’t competitive in an athletic way. My competitive spirit was fairly tame, where the only time it was brought out was on academic-related options such as scoring the best on tests and leading a debate team or quiz bowl to victory. It was a strange feeling to allow all of that competitive nature to infiltrate me, but I can’t deny that it was cool to tap into a more manly form of competitive nature while still retaining the intelligence I had as Curtis.

Continuing to lie sprawled out on bed, I started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Thinking about my workout still, I begin to reason that the after-effects of my workout are finally beginning to make themselves known. “Well, it looks like I’m going to have to sleep in early tonight…” I say out loud, stretching my arms and legs out while attempting to stifle my yawn. “Oh fuck…” I angrily announce, suddenly remembering the frat party that Brian told me about. I knew that they would not let me miss it, but I was so tired that I needed to come up with some sort of solution to fix this drowsiness I felt. Deciding that it would be best to nap, I immediately sat up from my bed and stood up. Groaning because of my sore muscles, I quickly peel off my sweaty clothing so I could get ready to sleep. Despite my gangly frame that I despised, it was a natural step for me to sleep only in my underwear as Curtis. Luckily for myself, this habitual sleeping setup continued as Antonio. But with a body like this, it’s not really that strange of a desire anymore to show off my body (even if it’s exclusively for myself) given just how comfortable I’m finding myself as Antonio. Once I remove my garments, I smile as I look down and find myself only dressed in the bright red jockstrap that I wore to the gym. Falling back into the bed, I set my alarm for later in the evening and quickly drift off to sleep.

When the time comes, I’m awakened by the blaring tones of my alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, my eyes scan around the room until I reach the window. Looking out of it, I can see only darkness, sans the glowing ring light at the top right corner of the window belonging to a nearby street-light. Along with that vision, I hear the sound of deep bass echoing through the walls into my room. The party has already started, so I guess I better start getting ready before I miss it completely. Standing up and walking over to my closet, I grab one of the towels hanging and immediately exit the room to head to shower. With haste, I walk further down the hallway, where the music reverberates louder and louder along with a chorus of voices that slowly begin to emerge. I finally reach my destination and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Immediately, I rip off my jockstrap and twist the shower knobs.

To allow the water to warm up, I head over to the toilet, where I sit down on the stool and unlock my phone. Curious to see how Antonio’s social media feed looks, I decide to open up Instagram to see who Antonio follows and anyone he finds attractive. While scrolling, my mind immediately ignores and swipes past any girls or any of Antonio’s frat brothers as my mind is exclusively curious to see what guys he actively follows. In previous discussions we’ve had, it seemed that his taste tended to be far different than mine, where his interests were primarily composed of beefy or bearish guys. This conversation seems to seem valid as I come across photos of other beefy and chubby guys that Antonio found attractive, but I soon go wide-eyed as I finally come across someone that I knew. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, looking at the screen and coming face-to-face with a selfie of the crush I had as Curtis… Gabe Simmons. 

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While looking at the photo, I can’t believe that Antonio also found Gabe as hot as I did. I used to talk to him about Gabe constantly, but he never seemed to share the same interest in him as I did. From what I knew about the both of them, it seemed highly unlikely that they were friends given that Antonio wasn’t in a science major like me and Gabe were. On top of that, Gabe was in an entirely different social circle than Antonio, so I found it strange that he would be following Gabe. 

Continuing to scroll through Gabe’s feed, my eyes remain wide as I discover that every possible photo prior to the swap was liked by Antonio. While staring at his thick biceps, I can feel my dick slowly harden and grow wedged underneath the toilet seat. As I begin to feel the cool sensation of porcelain against my dickhead, I look down and begin to go into a vicious cycle of doubt. My mind goes rampant as I start to question everything and ponder what truly caused my dick to get hard. 

Was it just my attraction to Gabe or was it due to Antonio’s own muscle memory of staring at these same pictures and firming up at just the sight of the hunky nerd I was friends with? 

Was this another part of Antonio’s master plan of swapping with me? 

Was the whole fear of failing his last semester a ruse so he can get closer to the man we both seemingly wanted? 

My thoughts are soon interrupted as I look up and watch the steam from the shower slowly rise up towards the ceiling, notifying me that the water was finally warm enough. My boner still remains firm, but I decide not to take care of that right now as my mind continues to create conspiracy theories about what Antonio’s true intentions were for this swap.

In comparison to my first showering experience, this time goes quicker as my body goes on auto-pilot while my mind wanders to manic places. Once I finish, I twist the knobs until the water stops and then step out of the shower. After shaking the towel on my hair, I do a quick swipe down my torso and backside before finally tying the towel around my waist and leaving the bathroom.

Returning back into my room, I slam the door behind me and lock it. While I spent the majority of the day afraid of the concept of a frat party, I can’t help but be thankful for it now. The possibility of getting drunk and forgetting about my Antonio situation seems like paradise currently, so I move fast to get dressed and get downstairs. I rip off my towel and immediately begin to dry myself off rapidly. The majority of my body is dry, but there’s still one area left to lose some of that dampness. As I quickly pass the towel underneath my crotch, I polish off my crown jewels until my body is now completely dried off. I put on another jockstrap, a white one this time, and follow it up with a pair of denim jeans. I search through my closet for a shirt to fit the party vibe, but I’m unable to find one that truly stands out for me. 

Looking to compromise, I throw on a shirt for Jameson whiskey and shrug. “Parties involve drinking, so at least I’m somewhat on brand?” I think to myself as I pull the shirt down until it’s taunt around my biceps and over my pecs. When I look into the mirror, I look at my messy hair and decide I simply cannot be bothered with letting it dry it off completely. So, I grab a black cap off my dresser and place it on my head, twisting the bill towards my back as I finish my look. I pull out my phone and make a face as I take a few selfies to commemorate my first ever frat party. While looking at the photos, it’s clear by the look on my face that I’m not feeling in high spirits. However, eager to remedy my mood and not wanting to miss out on any more of the action, I left my room as I headed out down the stairs to the rowdy party that was already well underway…

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Stay Out Of The Men’s Restroom!

This story is a request from @bodyswappingandshit​. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here!

Outside the doors of his gym, Jerome eagerly posed for the camera as he flexed his bodybuilder body for everyone to see. His incredible physique was a sight to behold, which was exactly why every bystander found their eyes immediately gravitating towards his impressive physique. While the man peeled off his shirt and flexed his bulky biceps, the sun proudly shimmered against his built body and emphasized how breathtaking he looked. Watching the faces of every bystander and driver passing him on the street, the man couldn’t help but chuckle at just how great his life was. As a famous bodybuilder and Instagram influencer, Jerome had little to complain about. He was living the dream life that afforded him an impressive bachelor pad that he brought guys to every night. However, unknown to Jerome, this wasn’t how life always was for the man. Just a few days prior, he had lived an entirely different life from a completely different perspective...

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Grabbing onto the door to her gym, Jessica mentally prepared herself for the onslaught towards her senses. However, any attempt at preparing was immediately destroyed as the intense odor of ripe sweat flooded her nostrils. Groaning and allowing a few curse words to slip forth from her mouth, she angrily yanked on the door and entered the building. While Jessica looked around, she silently mourned as she caught sight of the various bodybuilders that dotted the wide gym floor. When the gym first opened up, it was a gym that caters towards females, with bright and inviting aesthetics that differed from the cold vibes of dim lighting and dented iron of normal gyms. Thinking back towards the opening of the gym, Jessica remembered the various ladies that she had met and soon became fast friends with. This was lucky for the doe-eyed Jessica, having just graduated from her small-town college and starting her life in a big brand new city. As a result, the instant connection and comradery she found with these ladies was quite the relief. 

However, as the months went on, Jessica grew annoyed as the pristine and clean gym was quickly overtaken by the several beefy men who cared less about hygiene and more about showing off their huge muscles. Despite the modest following that the gym had, it wasn’t enough to apparently keep the doors open. So, the gym soon changed hands in ownership and as a result, the gym itself underwent its own revamp. She had seen the new owner on a few occasions, a hulking man that was buff to absolutely extreme proportions. Based on the looks that he gave towards the woman, it was clear that the new owner had no intention of appealing to the female demographic. As a result, several of Jessica’s friends had begun to grow distant as more and more of these douchebag bodybuilders began to invade the gym. Jessica began to lose contact with so many of her essential friends, many who just up and ignored her messages entirely. To Jessica’s own shock, many of her friends often changed their phone numbers too, leaving her to deal with several guys who were annoyed by Jessica’s constant messages. It was no surprise that the woman soon grew disgruntled and began to count down the days until her year-long contract was over and she was free to go elsewhere.

Every time she walked through the doors into the ever-changing gym, Jessica reminded herself about how many days left she had before she was free and no longer having to subject herself to the constant odors of ripe armpits and sweaty male bodies. Luckily, as the woman entered the locker room, her nostrils found temporary relief from the disgusting odors wafting through the gym. After changing into her workout clothes, she took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room and into the gym.

Walking around, she gingerly avoided the hulking brutes who had taken up permanent residence around the bench presses. This was due to the fact that she wanted to avoid confrontation and more assaults on her nasal passages. Eventually, she made her way over to a set of machines and began her workout. However, to try and counteract the scent, Jessica attempted to spray some air freshener around her that she kept concealed in her drawstring bag. Despite being a far distance away from the brutes, Jessica’s attempt at ridding the air of the sweaty odor caused the men to groan and protest. Jessica remained unfazed though as she continued her workout and bounced between several machines.

After a good 30 minutes or so though, Jessica stopped herself as a huge pressure began to centralize in her crotch. Clearly needing to relieve herself, the woman hopped off of her machine and began to pace towards the bathroom. However, she soon grew frustrated as she caught sight of the woman’s bathroom. With a huge cleaning cart barricaded the door, Jessica groaned as she looked up and saw the shotty handmade sign taped up the door. Despite reading the words “CLOSED FOR CLEANING”, Jessica refused to accept this as truth and moved towards the door to try and work her way into it.  However, her desperate attempts to get into the bathroom were useless as she realized that the door was locked from the inside.

It was at this point where Jessica began to hear a sea of deep chuckles behind her. Looking behind her shoulder, she saw three hulking men laughing at her standing there struggling to reach into the bathroom. To be fair, Jessica acknowledged the fact that she most likely looked hilarious. Standing cross-legged and desperate banging on a locked door, the woman amused the men with her erratic behavior. Despite understanding how crazy she must look, the men’s behavior still frustrated the hell out of the woman. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make it into the locker room across the huge gym, Jessica shook her head in disbelief and stomped her way towards the men’s bathroom. Pushing the door open as it violently slammed against the wall, Jessica pulled the door back and twisted the lock behind her.

Not able to waste another second, Jessica rushed into one of the two bathroom stalls and also locked the door behind her with a heavy thud. As she pulled down her pants and sat onto the toilet, she let out a sigh of relief as she was finally able to relieve herself. However, as she was doing this, an interesting sensation began to course through the woman’s body. A fiery heat began to radiate around her as the scent of sweat ensnared her as well. In her various attempts to wave the disgusting scent away, she found herself somehow strengthening the power of the odor to the point where it made her eyes water. 

Before she could continue to deal with the scent, she began to feel a brand new sensation radiating from her crotch. With an intense tug, Jessica groaned in pain and closed her eyes to try and prepare for what was to come. However, just as soon as it began, the fiery heat was soon replaced with a cooling feeling. Looking down in curiosity, the woman screamed in shock as she gained direct contact with a new addition: a long dick protruding from her crotch. To her disbelief, the cooling sensation was revealed to be the cause of her new genitalia pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl. Still in shock, Jessica jumped up to her feet, which caused her new dick and balls to bounce in response to the sudden movement. With her manicured nails, Jessica delicately touched her new equipment, both in shock at how this is happening and how her new dick was so long. Based on how tiny her hands looked wrapped around it, she knew for a fact that she had somehow gained a dick that rivaled all of her previous exes.

As she attempted to pull up her shorts and conceal her new addition, she found a newfound resistance occur around her thighs. Trying to find the source of the issue, Jessica’s face remained stuck in an expression of shock as she watched bulging thighs soon emerge on her body. Previously, Jessica had a thin physique, with thin thighs that allowed her to have a thigh gap that her friends often said they wished they had. Now, her thighs were rapidly expanding outwards as they gained muscles that Jessica never knew she could have. Due to this, the petite pink shorts now were firmly stretched to their limits right above her knees and unable to proceed further.

Her calves were the next to change, now increasing to match the muscle growth that Jessica just gained in her thighs. In response, Jessica moved her legs and stared in disbelief at the impressive musculature that she had suddenly gained. However, as she moved, she grew annoyed as her thickening dick continued to bounce and loosely shake as she moved her body around. To try and remedy this new issue, her tiny hands grew strained as they attempted to clasp onto her package. With her package now secure, Jessica looked down and watched as the next set of changes continued up her body.

Abdominal muscles were the next additions that began to manifest onto her body, causing Jessica groaned in discomfort as she also felt her body tugged from the sides. While she was too busy watching each abdominal pop into place, Jessica’s torso was growing wider to provide a more masculine shape to her body. With her abs now prominently displayed on her body, she chuckled to herself as she caught sight of the infamous “v” around her waist. Despite the male gym-goers and their grimy behavior, Jessica always had a soft spot for buff and muscular guys. With her lithe physique and previous experience as a cheerleader, it wasn’t shocking that Jessica was able to always have a partner that matched her desired appearance. However, staring down at herself, Jessica chuckled as she caught sight of a body that would most definitely be bigger and buffer than any of her exes.

Any potential aspect of reveling in the changes begin to fade away as her chest is the next to undergo their own changes. Looking down and watching her modest breasts begin to fade away, Jessica’s face goes back to a look of shock as one of the last vestiges of her femininity vanishes from existence. It only takes a few seconds before the woman becomes completely flat-chested, which causes Jessica to explore in both bewilderment and concern. By this point, her sports bra is now loosely hanging off her body along with a t-shirt that now is more of a crop top given her increased height and size. Wanting to take a closer look, Jessica quickly peels off the pesky bra and shirt and stares down at her bare masculine torso. With her petite fingers running along her intense abdominal muscles, the sight before Jessica’s eyes only further showcases the war her body is currently facing between her innate femininity and growing masculinity. 

With a now-barren chest, Jessica let out a muffled yelp as she felt her chest now beginning to grow once more. However, as she watches her chest expand, it’s clear to the woman that she’s not gaining a new set of perky breasts. Instead, muscle continues to pump into her chest as an incredibly pectoral shelf begins to proudly jut forth from her wider body. Curiously, her hands immediately move towards her chest and cup her ever-growing pectorals. The power and strength contained within her chest leaves Jessica gasping in shock as she struggles to adapt to the equally apparent but less bouncy chest she’s now gained.

As her chest finishes its transformation, her arms are the next section of her body to get its complete makeover. Immediately, the petite and frail arms that she used to own begin to expand with force as she’s injected with insane strength. With each clenching of her fists, she can only stare in disbelief as biceps that rival the size of footballs push forth from her body. While these biceps continue to grow and thick veins begin to criss-cross across her arms, her forearms also begin to thicken as her hands crack and contort for their own transformation. She watches in shock as her hands thicken and grow wide enough to the point where Jessica easily palm a basketball. While flipping her hands and staring at the changes, the woman could only stare as her well-manicured nails lost their shimmery polish and shortened into a more appropriate length.

Groaning in pain, Jessica cranes her head as her neck and shoulders expand to gain prominent trap muscles and gain a wider neck. With these changes progressing, a weird tingle radiates from the inside of Jessica’s throat, which brings about the emergence of a prominent Adam’s apple. Jessica’s now-wide hands move towards the tingle, groaning in discomfort as she notes the deeper richer tone coming from her throat.

While attempting to understand what’s going on, Jessica groaned in shock, which caused her now booming voice to echo throughout the vacant restroom. The cause of this groaning was due to the fact that her face was now beginning to undergo its own transformation. At first, the changes started near her mouth, which was apparent as her jawline and chin became more angular and masculine in terms of shape. A yelp was uttered as a stinging sensation radiated throughout the woman’s lips. With each passing second, she could feel both lips slowly inflate to an incredibly kissable shape that far defied her thin and almost non-existent lips. Her small and dainty nose cracked and snapped as well, which ultimately caused it to gain a more prominent appearance on her increasingly masculine face. The changes begin to finish on her face as her eyebrows grow thicker and lose the shaped and trimmed appearance of a woman’s. 

To any outsider, from the scalp down, it was clear that Jessica was the perfect representation of a man. With hulking muscles and a deep voice, she was quickly becoming her perfect type of man. However, one last remaining display of Jessica’s femininity remained: the mane of long hair running down her back. Of course, this began to be remedied as her hair was quickly pulled up towards her head and began to shrink as if it was being pulled into her scalp. After a few minutes of this strange inner sensation of tugging, only an inch or two of hair remained on her head. Intrigued, her hands move towards her scalp, which was perfectly timed for the woman as she was able to feel the consistency of her hair begin to evolve. While running her thick hands through her head of hair, she notes the increasingly tight curls that are manifesting all around her head and the more wiry consistency that it’s now gaining.

With these changes now done, it’s clear that Jessica’s body is a far cry from the petite feminine body she had not even 30 minutes prior. Instead, she’s been given the body of a bulky and muscular jock. It’s abundantly clear that this body requires great self-control and a strict regimen, which only adds to Jessica’s discomfort. Not only did she want to be a man, she was afraid of the rules she’d have to stick to so she could maintain a body like this. The sight of her own body was a turn on though, clearly made apparent by the rock hard dick sticking straight out into the air. Looking down, she chuckled as she twisted her hips back and forth and watched her dick sway in response to each passing action.

However, as she played with her new dick, her brows furrowed as she leaned down and looked at the straight sight befallen onto her legs. The pale porcelain-like skin was different on her legs, gaining a darker complexion. Watching in disbelief, her skin continued to change color as it darkened into a brown skin tone that instantly indicated that she was no longer going to be a Caucasian man. Mouth agape, she could only watch as the darkening skin progressed up her body until it reached her chest. Looking at her hands, she watched as it filled in with color and fully transformed her into a body that was completely different from her own. Finishing up, the changes pooled into her face and left her now an African American man. With these changes now officially completed, Jessica was desperate to get a look at her new body. Struggling to navigate around the bathroom stall that now poorly contained her bulk, she eventually managed to open up the stall and stumble towards the mirrored wall with sinks. During the journey out towards the sinks, the skintight shorts wrapped around her knees dropped onto the ground and she stumbled out of them.

Staring into the mirror, Jessica gasped in shock as she finally came face-to-face about her new physique. Not only had her body completely changed, but her clothing had changed as well, which was apparent by the new boxer briefs that had replaced her underwear. Staring in the mirror, Jessica chuckled in disbelief at just how fucking swole she was now. To amuse herself, she began to flex her impressive biceps and pop her pectorals while staring in the mirror. With each cocky display of her newfound strength, a wide smile that rivaled the cockiness of her behavior manifested onto her face. In fact, she loved what she saw so much that she quickly pulled out her phone and began to take selfies of herself. 

With each passing pose and flex, memories of her past life drained away like sand slipping through someone’s fingers. Jessica chuckled as memories of being a cheerleader passed through his mind. Of course, that was crazy, Jerome was an incredible jock, having played countless sports and becoming the star athlete in both high school and college. With these new memories came vivid images of the steamy hookup sessions that Jerome had with his teammates when it came time to celebrate their win. Despite every attempt from the ladies to get with him, he remembered having to shoot down a sea of thirsty women. Of course, he could tell they were beautiful, but they were of no use to him due to the fact that they could never get his thick cock even slightly hard. He loved masculine physiques, and that did not exclude himself. While he continued to stare into the mirror, he continued to flex and turn himself on as he continuously pre-came into his boxer briefs.

To Jerome though, he didn’t care about his leaking cock. Masculinity was something to revel in and actively promote in the world, not something to feel ashamed for. As a result, he felt no need to guilt trip himself for his horny behavior. In fact, he encouraged himself to continue doing it. It was no surprise then that those boxers quickly dropped and Jerome began to jerk himself off to the sight of his ripped physique. Cocky glances turned into direct stares as he smiled at his own body while flexing his buff body and winking at himself. The guttural moans of pleasure were not stifled by the man, which caused them to ferociously echo across the restroom and spill out to the gym floor.

In a matter of seconds, those guttural moans turned into breathy tones as he quickly shot his load all across the bathroom mirrors. While he came, he couldn’t help but chuckle at just how great his life was. In this gym, he was a god that everyone loved to worship. Despite several complaints from some grossed out men, the owner of the gym didn’t mind Jerome’s sexual displays, as long as he cleaned up after himself. As a result of this deal and respecting the owner’s own buff physique, Jerome caught his breath as he quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the cum-soaked mirrors.

Once he finished, he grabbed the wad of toilet paper and flushed it down with that cocky smile now permanently affixed to his face. As he walked towards the door, Jerome grabbed his pair of workout shorts off the floor and pulled them on with quickness. Despite his self-indulgence in blatant narcissism, Jerome was eager to get out and have a great workout. His body required a strict regime and he didn’t want to disappoint himself or his body by not fulfilling its aspirations. Unlocking the bathroom door, Jerome neglected to put on the tight Gymshark workout shirt strewn across the tiled bathroom floor. With a physique like this, he felt it was a disservice to himself and humanity to conceal it. He wanted to showcase his strength and also allow the measly weaklings in the gym to thirst over him. Of course, it would allow the few remaining girls to catch him out, but he didn’t care about their gaze. 

Plus, as he scratched his side, his nose immediately caught a whiff of the ripeness his body already reeks of. His pits were coated in sweat and would definitely stink up the entire bathroom if he remained in there much longer. However, Jerome wasn’t too worried about this possibility. He reveled in his sweaty odor as if it was a badge of honor. This was a body that didn’t take shortcuts, hence the odor that seemingly was permanently affixed to him. His incredible body was now a prime example of pure determination and absolute masculinity. 

While he exited the bathroom and walked out towards one of the machines, he caught the sight of two girls talking near a stair climber. To Jerome’s amusement, he watched as their faces contort from a look of pure thirst to a look of disgust as their noses caught the scent of his sweaty body. Eager to turn away from his ripe body, the two girls quickly got onto the stair climber and began their workout while facing away from the hunk. 

With a wide grin on his face, he thought about his odor once more. Not ashamed of his scent, Jerome began to consider the possibility of allowing some frail guys the ability to admire his sweaty body after his workout. He certainly wasn’t into fucking twinks like them, but it was always fun to watch them worship every inch of his body in hopes that he’d fuck them in the sauna. Shaking his head, he began to chuckle as he stepped towards his other workout buddies encircled around the bench presses. Upon his arrival, the cocky attitude of Jerome’s went on full display as he began to flex to jokingly taunt his bros about his insane body. Unknown to Jerome, these buff gym bros that he was currently fist-bumping and joking with were the very same individuals that used to be the old Jessica’s girlfriends. Of course, all of that changed once they took a dreaded detour into the men’s restroom...

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Becoming His Prince Charming

“Look at that adorable face, he’s trying so hard to understand…” Drew thought, his face turning into a slight grin upon his most recent revelation. When Drew first suggested a trip to Disneyland, Michael jumped at the idea to go to the “Happiest Place on Earth” with his boyfriend of three years. However, Michael was completely unaware of the fact that the Drew he was talking to wasn’t his real boyfriend. 

After a few days of exploring the park, the faux Drew finally revealed the fact that Michael’s real boyfriend wasn’t in control of his body anymore. Understandably, Michael’s face contorted and formed a look of confusion as he asked what Drew was speaking about. Both wanting to toy with his new beau and be open and honest, the imposter soon began to detail what had happened in the last month.

Two weeks prior, Michael had been having an interesting couple days at work. Despite only starting about two months ago, there was a sudden whirlwind of drama at his job that was only increasing in intensity every week. Although he was originally flattered by the fact that someone at his workplace had a crush on him, those feelings soon turned sour the longer he was at his job. Originally, there was just office gossip about Noah, the rail-thin blonde nerd that worked in IT. However, those deep puppy dog eyes that his coworker used to give him began to cause intense worry for Michael. He’d come back to his desk after the weekend and find mysterious gift-wrapped packages waiting for him. By the third humongous basket, it was clear that Noah was completely unaware of the fact of Michael’s boyfriend. Both wanting the shifty eyed looks that his other coworkers were giving him to stop and prevent Noah from further embarrassing himself, Michael asked to speak to the dorky man in private to explain the situation. Upon telling him that he was flattered but in a relationship, Michael grew incredibly nervous as the nerd’s face began to grow redder and redder by the second. “You may have him now, but I’ll be with you one day…” Noah ominously said before stomping off in a fit of rage. 

Childishly, Michael had thought that this was the end of the situation, however, this only caused Noah to lash out more. Salacious rumors about Michael and his boyfriend soon began to spread around the water cooler, threatening to harm his reputation in the company. To rant about his annoyance, Michael informed his boyfriend about the creepy co-worker and the trouble he’s been facing at work. While Drew had a calm exterior while talking to his partner, his blood was boiling underneath. He was pissed that his boyfriend had to deal with that creep and that the asshole was attempting to jeopardize his position at the company. Although Michael was ranting in a way of processing and trying to move on from the event, Drew was beginning to figure out a way to remedy this situation and protect his boyfriend.

It didn’t take much searching before Drew was able to find Noah’s social media profiles late that night. With his boyfriend silently sleeping to his side, Drew struck up a conversation with the creep and demanded to meet with him. To his surprise, the nerd immediately agreed and told him where to meet the next day. Growing up, Drew was raised to face his problems head-on, so the thought of speaking directly to the man and telling him to leave his boyfriend alone seemed like the best idea to fix the drama. Unfortunately for Drew, Noah had some more nefarious plans in mind for their meeting.

The next day, Drew headed out to meet with the strange co-worker, although he kept this meeting a secret from his boyfriend. Walking out, he informed Michael that he was going out for a late-night workout at the local gym and quickly headed out. Drew jumped into his car and immediately drove to the designated meeting place. 

Upon his arrival, Drew stepped out of the car and took note of the strange surroundings. Eerily, almost every house on the block was abandoned and surrounded in the pitch black of night due to the lack of any working streetlights. The only source of light came from the house that he was currently parked in front of, with a bright lamp in the window inviting him into the house for the confrontation he demanded. 

Trying not to seem scared, Drew paced towards the front door. However, upon attempting to knock on the door, he was denied the opportunity as a burst of wind forced open the door. Moving into the house, he stared into the living room and caught sight of the blonde-haired frail man waiting for him on the couch.

“Well, hello there” the man said, his thin and frail voice perfectly working with his small frame. Despite the creepiness of the scene, Drew was not fazed by the situation at all. “Hello to you too, you fucking creep” he responded, crossing his arms to try and seem strong on behalf of his boyfriend. However, the man was not intimidated in the slightest, instead chuckling to Drew’s confusion. “Coming in strong huh? It’s no real use though, you’re in my home now. I have the advantage…” the man said with a smile, which caused Drew to ball his hands into fists at the man’s cockiness. “This may be your home, but I have no problem beating your ass in it…” Drew said as he began to move towards the dweeb and teach him a lesson. However, Drew looked down in shock as he found his feet firmly remaining in place despite every attempt to move. Grabbing his legs and attempting to pull them up and away from whatever sticky substance he must have stepped into, Noah chuckled with each failed attempt to grow closer to him.

“Stuck huh? I can’t say I didn’t warn you.. I do have the home field advantage here Drew” Noah responded, which caused Drew to finally stop his struggles for the time being and look up. “What do you mean asshole?” Drew responded, now growing increasingly filled with rage. “This house is enchanted to prevent anyone from hurting me. In fact, I can control everything that happens here today” Noah matter-of-factly stated, causing Drew to look at him in confusion. “That’s the power of magic, dumb ass” Noah continued, chuckling as Drew’s fists clenched once more after hearing his cursing. “As soon as you passed through the threshold of the doorway, you became completely under my control. You’re quite literally my bitch now Drew…”

“Magic isn’t real, that’s just some bullshit used for Disney films and fairytales…” Drew responded, which made Noah jump up to his feet. “Oh really, if magic isn’t real… how can I do this?” Noah said as a devilish smirk spread across his face. As Drew watched the man, his eyes grew wide as the dweeb’s body changed before his eyes. At first, the changes started small, with the nerd gaining several inches of height to now stare eye-level with Drew. As soon as this occurred, Drew gasped in shock as the man’s skin began to quickly change. The pasty pale complexion began to tan before his eyes, growing darker and darker until the man’s skin matched the light brown hue of Drew’s own complexion. 

Upon this change finishing up, the nerd’s body soon began to slightly grow muscular as it gained the same toned muscle that Drew had on his body. He wasn’t incredibly buff, but as the slight arch of a bicep emerged on Noah’s body, Drew understood what was going on. Noah was turning into him!

Underneath the layers of Noah’s clothing, his body was becoming the spitting image of Drew’s. His feet grew longer as he gained Drew’s size 13 feet, with his leg soon being adorned with the same birthmark that Drew had on his own leg. Moving up on his body, his crotch soon underwent its own changes, which was made clear to Drew as he watched the outline of a thicker and firmer dick begin to press against the confines of Noah’s pair of sweatpants.

His torso finished gaining the exact muscle on Drew’s body, which was then giving the cherry on top with the emergence of Drew’s modest body hair poking through the collar of Noah’s shirt. The final section of the unbelievable transformation progressed as Noah’s entire head began to reshape into the spitting image of Drew’s. As Drew’s features appeared on Noah’s face, the finishing touches of hair reinforced the end of the transformation. While Noah’s blond hair grew darker and drew into his scalp, his previously shaven face began to grow dotted with the appearance of Drew’s trimmed stubble.

With this completed, Drew was now completely staring at the spitting image of his body. Looking up towards Drew, the good-intentioned boyfriend was alarmed when a scowl appeared upon his duplicate’s face. “Well, do you believe me now?” Noah said, now with Drew’s deeper velvety voice coming out of his mouth. Attempting to flee, Drew thrashed in place, hoping to eventually get himself freed and away from this madman. However, his desperate attempts were of no use and only caused his doppelganger to laugh louder. “Why are you doing this?” Drew responded, trying to understand how and why this is happening to him.

“Well, I want to be with your boyfriend. I figured that he would tell you about me, and with the level of machismo I had heard Michael describe you as having, it wasn’t shocking that you reached out to most likely beat my ass. However, it’s unfortunate for you that my family has had a long history with the dark arts. I hadn’t really used it much, but I figured now was as good of an opportunity as ever to put that innate ability of mine to use.” Noah said, pacing around the stationary Drew whose face varied in different expressions throughout Noah’s detailing. “Well, what are you going to do now then?” Drew said, unsure what the warlock’s plan apparently was. “I’m going to become you Drew. I told you I want to be with your boyfriend, so if I can’t be with him as Noah, I might as well be with him as you…” Noah stated, causing Drew to gain a look of shock as he understood the threat of being completely replaced. 

“So, what about me then? I’m not going to let you get away with this! I’ll find a way to get revenge and stop you!” Drew sneered, instantly going into defense mode. 

“Oh I’m not worried, I have plans to make sure you’ll never get the chance…” Noah said, which caused Drew to cower in fear, his attempt at standing strong being completely shattered. 

Before Drew could respond, the man began to grow increasingly numb as his entire body lost the ability to move. Looking down, Drew watched in fear as he watched himself growing smaller and smaller, with his eyes having to constantly dart upwards towards his doppelganger. Looking down at his body, he could only stare in disbelief as his skin was growing several shades lighter and gaining a complexion that was even lighter than Noah’s previous complexion. Unable to move still, he could only cry out in fear as he begged for his humanity back. To further humiliate the man, Noah moved towards him and placed his hand on the top of Drew’s head, pushing down to help accelerate the changes. Now only a few inches off the ground, Drew took what would be his last human breath as he lost all of his humanity and slumped onto the floor. Noah moved over to him, looking down at the piece of fabric he had now become. To Drew’s surprise, his body shivered in pleasure as his former hands grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to him. “Thank you Drew, I was in desperate need of a new jockstrap anyway.” Noah chuckled as he dropped his shorts and underwear. Upon this revelation, Drew grew incredibly afraid and grossed out about the concept of being wrapped around his own crotch and ass. However, every possible attempt to scream for help and freedom was completely muted and his pleas were unable to be heard by anyone. 

Sticking his legs through the new jockstrap, Noah pulled Drew up and allowed him to settle over his crotch and ass. Despite Drew’s anger and disgust, he couldn’t help but moan in pure ecstasy as he felt the innate warmness of a human body wrapped around him like a passionate hug. This hug soon grew more and more erotic as Drew could feel his own hardening manhood now beginning to press against his new fabric body. 

Despite the fact that Noah just put the rest of his clothes on and left the house, Drew was constantly stuck in an eternal moan as every possible movement sent shivers through every fiber of his being. As Noah got into Drew’s car and began to drive towards his and Michael’s apartment, Drew was losing more and more of his desires to gain his humanity back with each passing pothole and crack in the road sending earth-shattering shivers through him. 

As Noah exited the car and walked into his new apartment, a wide grin formed on his face as he heard the rumblings of someone else in the apartment. “Honey, I’m home” Noah said as he took off his shoes and began to pace into the bedroom. Before Michael could look up from his computer, Noah had brought him in for a passionate kiss that soon turned into something more. Drew was soon ripped off his old body and thrown on the floor near the corner of the room as he could hear the moans of his boyfriend and his old body showcasing a night of intense pleasure for the couple. 

Falling back into bed after their passionate love-making, Michael grew surprised by the new attentiveness that his boyfriend was focusing on him. He was staring at him with an intense set of puppy dog eyes that made his heart flutter and his dick throb. As they laid back engaging in small talk, Michael’s eyes widened upon the sudden suggestion from Noah to go on vacation. He immediately said yes upon his boyfriend’s suggestion of visiting Disneyland. Michael always had a soft spot for the films that defined his childhood, so the opportunity to travel the two hours to visit the theme park with his boyfriend seemed like a dream. It was no surprise then that the couple agreed to the idea and impulsively bought a three-day vacation at the park.

Two weeks later, Noah and Michael were in Disneyland, having the time of their lives as they rode every ride and fully immersed themselves into the magical world of Disney. To Noah’s amusement, Michael often brought up the concept of his job while they waited in the various lines. Throughout the several hours of rides, Noah was kept up to date about any workplace drama, Michael’s successful presentation, and the sudden disappearance of the weird workplace creep that had constantly bothered Michael. 

It was at this point that the fairytale life that Noah was imagining for him and Michael was starting to crack. Hearing Michael hurl so many insults about him left Noah feeling incredibly pissed off and eager to punish “his” boyfriend. Asking to take a break, Noah led Michael to a nice patch of grass in the park where they sat down. Upon looking into Michael’s eyes, Noah revealed his bombshell. “I’m not Drew, Michael…” 

Upon this revelation, Michael became confused with his boyfriend’s announcement, which caused him to ask for clarification. “I’m not Drew” his boyfriend calmly stated once more, which caused Michael to inquire for further details. It was at this point where “Drew'' began to reveal all of the several events that had transpired over the past couple weeks. Noah revealed every possible tidbit, detailing how he transformed into Drew and turned the real Drew into the jockstrap that was currently wrapped around his body. 

With this revelation mixed with the reminder of Noah going missing, Michael cried out in shock as he realized that this was truly real. Despite his pleas to turn his boyfriend back and give him back his life, Noah refused, which only angered Michael further to the point where he threatened to leave. However, Michael began to stop himself from running away upon Noah’s threat. “I mean, if you don’t want to be with me, I suppose I have no reason to stick around. I could also always destroy this precious jockstrap or donate it somewhere too…” Noah stated, with that continued smirk widening upon Michael’s immediate return to him. 

Demanding the real Drew back, Michael asks what it would take for him to get his real boyfriend back to his humanity. Noah, of course, stated that he enjoyed Drew’s body too much to give it up, which caused Michael to ask for any form of humanity if he agreed to remain in the relationship and be with “Drew”. After thinking it over for a bit, Noah agreed to these terms, stating that if Michael plays his cards right, he might be able to get his real boyfriend back. “Who knows, it could be fun to turn him back into a human and give us an option for a three-way…” Noah slyly said with a chuckle. 

With the terms of the deal set, Noah gave Michael a peck on the cheek, which caused him to frown in response. Even though Michael would forever hate Noah for what he did, he couldn’t deny the fact that he had a way of influencing him with the way he used those stolen lips of his. If he had to play along and be the ideal boyfriend to get his boyfriend back, Michael was determined to do it. Turning towards “Drew”, Michael pulled his boyfriend in for a long passionate kiss and hoped that one day soon, he’d be reunited with the real Drew…

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Trying Out The Replicator

This story is a request from @bodyswappingandshit​. If you have a request, feel free to send it in and I may just do it for you!

For months now, Martin has been in a near-obsessive state towards his gym crush Andrew. The 5’6” Latino man was a pretty average guy in terms of physique, but with strong cheekbones, plump lips, and a narrow chin, he more than made up for his body’s lack of muscles with his appearance. But when compared to Andrew’s physique, he felt quite intimidated by the man’s impressive genes. Not only was his face rather attractive, but his body only further propelled Andrew into being Martin’s #1 recurring sex dream partner. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his smaller body around those broad shoulders, grabbing onto his hefty pectorals and impressive biceps. But despite the intense crush Martin had, he knew that there was no way that he could get with the buff hunk due to his heterosexuality. It felt like an absolute curse to have such a dreamy man completely out of reach no matter how much he crushed on him. 

Even though he knew he couldn’t have Andrew, this fact only pushed Martin further into thirsting over the straight jock. Every time he went to the gym, he couldn’t help but stare at the bulky man stretching out the limits of his gym gear and watching the fabric cling tightly to his muscles as he got increasingly sweaty. He wanted the man, but he also couldn’t deny that he would settle with having the man’s body… any way possible. With his mind going wild for the man, Martin soon began to turn to the internet for some sort of solution to his problems. To his surprise, his late-night rabbit hole of dark web solutions had actually come to a fruitful lead: a new device called the Replicator. Despite the shady looking website, the reviews from other users on the dark web forum praised the item. Looking at the company, he had never heard of S-C LLC, but going with his gut and the positive reviews, Martin quickly ordered the item before passing out with his laptop still on his lap.

Waking up the next morning, Martin was shocked to hear the loud bang on his front door. In a dazed set of confusion, he pulled on a pair of shorts and stumbled through his apartment before pulling open the door. To his surprise, he was greeted by a delivery lady holding a medium-sized box. After having him sign for it, the woman quickly passed it off to him and went to finish all of her deliveries. 

Heading into the living room, Martin attempted to wrap his brain around what was inside the package. But as he saw the shipping label indicating a delivery from S-C LLC, his mind instantly recalled the night prior and his impulse purchase. Stunned by the prompt delivery, Martin wasted no time unpackaging the box and finding a small handheld device sitting snugly in the box. Grabbing onto it, Martin gasped as a severe shock coursed through his body. Looking at the seemingly defective item, he was surprised to see the screen flash the text “BODY LINK SECURED”. Intrigued by what this machine could exactly do, Martin grabbed the owner’s manual and began to read all about the brand new transformative device…

After reading up on the device, a smirk manifested onto Martin’s face as he headed out and drove to the gym. Sitting there in the locker room, Martin pushed himself to the corner of the crowded room to help him remain partially forgotten by the other gym-goers. As he watched Andrew enter the room and head towards the showers, Martin slowly snuck his way into the area and trailed behind the hunky man. Hiding behind a wall, Martin stared at Andrew in pure lust as he dropped his shorts off and revealed his almost naked body to the surprisingly empty showers (sans Martin). Pulling out the Replicator, Martin sneakily allowed the device to scan the man in his pair of tight blue briefs as the profile of “Subject 1” was finalized and ready to go. 

With a light chuckle escaping from his lips, Martin headed out of the showers and exited the gym entirely with the device still in-hand. Now completely giddy and hyped about the possibilities that he now had, Martin had a smile permanently affixed onto his face as he drove home and rushed into his apartment. Getting into his bedroom, Martin quickly initiated the Replicator’s programming and waited for the machine to begin to work. Much like the static shock he had felt early, Martin was shocked as his body was soon overcome with a tingling sensation that spread across his body. Looking down at his arms, he watched in disbelief as his arms began to quickly bulk up and his hands grew wider and more callused. All while his biceps were growing thicker and thicker, his darker skin began to quickly lighten up as he gained the white complexion of his gym crush. He couldn’t believe it, the machine actually worked!

Attempting to pull his t-shirt off of his body, Martin misjudged his new strength and quickly ripped his shirt to shreds as he tugged onto the collar. As he finished tearing the tatters off of his body, he was shocked as Andrew’s thick frame was quickly replacing his own average physique. He couldn’t believe the heft of his new pecs as he felt them grow into an impressive shelf that would now always bulge out of every shirt he wore.

While he was doing this, Martin was completely unaware of the fact that his face was shifting to match that of Andrew’s adorable one. His facial hair quickly blossomed to give him a trimmed beard while the hair on the top of his head shortened slightly and adapted to gain Andrew’s consistent hairstyle. As he blinked in disbelief about what was happening to him, he was completely unaware of his eye color lightening a few shades to go from a deep dark brown to a sweet hazel color. His lips also underwent some changes, losing some of its plumpness while his nose grew more defined and angular in comparison to the round nose he previously had.

Moving his hands further down, he felt his manhood grow increasingly bigger to give him a cock that would surely make either a man or woman moaning in pleasure. It was such a shame that it was only reserved for women though, because as Martin ran his hands up and down his new shaft, he couldn’t help but imagine himself being on the receiving end of it.

Pulling down his shorts, he watched as his thighs bulged out and grew thicker with impressive musculature. These changes progressed further down his body to complete the shift into his gym crush, but by that point, Martin was already experimenting with his new cock and eager to jerk off with Andrew’s body. With each passing stroke, Martin was in awe at just how amazing this was. He couldn’t believe that this little machine literally allowed him to scan anyone he wanted and shapeshift into them!

Working up a sweat, Martin lifted up his arm and moved towards his armpit, wasting no time pressing his nose into the thick bush of hair there. Moaning in pure pleasure at the smelly pit that he now possessed, this exploration quickly pushed Martin to the edge and left him ejaculating into his thicker hands. 

Upon cleaning up, Martin sat into a chair and began to analyze the device once more. Given that the device allowed for up to 50 bodies to be scanned, Martin was excited about the endless possibilities he had with this device. He imagined the various celebrities that he could become, envisioning himself buying meet and greet passes and having the device secretly scan their nude bodies through their clothes. Pulling up his laptop, Martin quickly returned to the Dark Web forum and gave his review of his new purchase: 

5/5 Stars! An Absolute Must-Buy!

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The Pressures of Fame (Yahya’s POV)

This story is a collaboration with writing extraordinaire (and one of my best friends) @mrcavanaughtf​, so please head over to his blog and read his story that is focused on the alternate perspective of the body swap! This story has been planned for months, so I was quite happy to finally devote the time to write it with Henry (and finish it right in time for the release of Candyman). Here’s to more collaborations in the future!

Despite being an aspiring actor since 2012, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II’s career had only recently bloomed into a full-time career. While most careers have a slow rise to being a household name, Yahya’s career was more of a meteoric rise to the top. It first started in 2018 when he was cast as Black Manta in the live-action Aquaman film, but after that one major gig, more and more opportunities were popping up for the man.

Soon after this role, the 35-year-old  rising star attempted to diversify his acting portfolio with some roles in horror films like Us, science fiction shows like Black Mirror, and then even going into more dramatic roles such as The Trial of the Chicago 7, which ultimately got him award recognition. With the range of his work reaching more and more individuals with each role, it shouldn’t have been a shock that Yahya suddenly became both a respected actor and a sudden heartthrob upon playing Dr. Manhattan in the limited series adaptation of Watchmen. From the moment he took the artistic leap and did full-frontal nudity for the character, everyone suddenly found the name Yahya popping up in their watercooler chats and trending on social media accounts. This conversation only continued longer as award season came and went, giving Yahya an Emmy for the role.

While Yahya was certainly excited to see his acting becoming a valid career shift from his former life as an architect, he couldn’t help but wish for a break from his high-profile status. Of course, he was eternally grateful to be living a lavish lifestyle in Hollywood, but he kind of missed the good old days of being able to walk down the street without being hounded by paparazzi and adoring fans desperate for autographs.

Even though he so desperately wanted those desires to be a reality, he knew it wasn’t going to be possible anytime soon since he was returning for the Aquaman sequel while also joining iconic franchises such as The Matrix and the new reboot of Candyman. While most of those projects weren’t coming for the next couple years, the release of the new Candyman film was nearing its red carpet premiere. Given the amount of press he was required to do as the film’s leading man along with the fear of the critics reviewing his performance, it was safe to say that Yahya had truly wished that he would be able to escape from the media circus that he found himself trapped in.

Seeking refuge in his impressive house in the hills of California, Yahya desperately tried to find things to keep his mind off of the nerve-wracking week coming up. Although his schedule seemed as though it was constantly booked, Yahya knew that there was something he could do to both destress and prepare for his next role. Checking his calendar, he realized that production on the newest Aquaman film was coming up, so he decided it would be a good idea to get back into intense workouts to help build some muscles before cameras started rolling.

After having the ability to have such high-profile gigs, Yahya had accumulated an impressive amount of wealth that had allowed him to get a house that not only had a home gym, but also a personal chef too. As his sweat-soaked body moved back into his kitchen, he was able to order an impressive dinner that was immediately ready upon finishing up a shower. Checking himself out in the mirror, he was very impressed with the physique he saw before him. Not one to have a big ego, Yahya had to give props to his personal chef and his part-time trainer that helped him maintain this physique, but he still felt mostly responsible for what he was looking at. His anxiety about being on the big screen had left him constantly focusing on improving his appearance by doing intense workouts to build up his physique. These workouts proved to be beneficial to the actor, as he was able to curb his anxiety and find contentment as he noticed himself filling out his clothing just a little bit better with each role.

By the time it hit 9 PM, Yahya was completely exhausted from his workouts. Add in the fullness he felt from his requested meal, it didn’t take much until the buff actor had quickly fallen into a deep slumber. In fact, it was such a deep slumber that the hunk was completely unaware as the fates worked to make his wish of a more lowkey life a reality. Luckily for Yahya, there was a man in Chicago that was aspiring to have a life similar to the one that he was so willingly offering up!

As the singsong of morning birds bring Yahya back into consciousness, the man begins to do his usual morning routine of rubbing his eyes and stretching his limbs. However, instead of feeling clean and ready for the day, Yahya quickly discovered that his body was feeling quite sluggish and his temple throbbed from an intense migraine. “Ughhhh…” the man moaned, grasping onto his head and closing his eyes while trying to figure out what had happened to him the night prior. Was his workout the night prior so intense and overexerting that his entire body was left sore and heavy with a terrible migraine?  But after rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed, the man is shocked by what he sees. Somehow, his bedroom looked entirely different than how it usually did, still quite spacious but now entirely decorated differently. “Wha-?” the man groans, attempting to clear his throat as he hears a lighter and higher pitched vocal coming from his mouth. 

With his eyes darting downward towards his hands as they pull away the sheets and find an explanation for this mixup, the man cries out in shock as his darker skin has been completely desaturated until it’s now a lighter white shade. “The FUCK?!?!” Yahya cried out, his new body quickly jumping to its feet and out of the bed. Staring at his new complexion, he sees that his body still retains his impressive musculature. Somehow, it seems that he had changed races overnight and been put into someone else’s apartment!

Desperate for answers, the man quickly rushes through the foreign apartment in search of a bathroom. Upon finding one, he slammed the door shut and flicked on the light to see what was going on. However, as the light showcased the new reflection he possessed, it was clear to Yahya that this wasn’t just some sort of race change. His entire body had been changed, with his facial features shifted and his black hair being switched into a simple dark brown hairstyle. “How is this possible?” Yahya said with a shocked exhale, his hands naturally moving around to explore his new body.

As he continued to feel around in utter disbelief, his facial expressions soon shifted into a look of anger. He was proud of the fact that he was a successful voice for the African American community as a prominent rising black actor in Hollywood, so to see it just randomly washed away and turned him into the walking stereotype of most models-turned-actors was completely infuriating. Standing in the bathroom while intensely staring into the mirror, he tried to figure out how this happened. He thought back to his inner thoughts from the previous day and the way that he had wished to take a break from the life of a successful actor. But there’s no way that could be true, body swaps weren’t a real thing, it was just some sort of plot device to create hilarious screwball comedy films! 

But as he continued to stare at the new reflection he saw in the mirror, it seemed like it was the only logical explanation (as much as he couldn’t believe it). Now curious about who exactly he had become, the newly race-swapped man rushed out of the bathroom and began to search around the apartment. To his surprise, the guy who he had swapped with had fairly similar taste to him. With the modern approach to decorating and style of art pieces that extended all the way from the bedroom to the living room and kitchen, it was clear that this was a guy who also had a fairly lucrative career and a well-maintained bank account.

Upon returning to the bedroom and rummaging through the drawers of the man’s bedside tables, Yahya was finally able to grab onto a wallet and desperately flip through all of the cards until he stumbled upon the man’s ID. It seemed upon inspecting the card that Yahya had now found himself in the body of Sam Cushing, a 29 year old man with blue eyes that stands around 5’8”. Given that the ID also stated that the man lives in Chicago, Yahya couldn’t help but loudly curse as he read the information and realized that he couldn’t just go and find his real body with ease. “Are you shitting me!” he loudly exclaimed, throwing the wallet across the room as the anger continued to swell up within him.

Desperate for more information about who he was now, Yahya grabbed the laptop that was charging on the man’s dresser and sat himself down on the edge of the bed. Luckily for Yahya, the laptop didn’t require any password, so he was able to enter the laptop with ease and immediately notice that the Instagram homepage was the tab left open on the man’s browser. Scrolling through the feed, all that Yahya could see was a sea of buff men showcasing their muscles and either promoting their OnlyFans or some sort of personal training program. 

Curious to learn more about the man itself rather than who he follows, Yahya clicked on Sam’s profile and watched as a sea of photos appeared. Clicking through them, he noticed that much like those other guys that Sam followed, he himself followed the same formula. There were shirtless photos that were a clear promotional tactic for some sort of endorsement he received along with gym selfies and videos that showcased several workouts that he suggested to his followers. Speaking of followers, as he checked the man’s statistics, he couldn’t help but be impressed. Somehow, the man had more followers than the actor himself, as he was around 640k while Yahyah’s IG account was nearly at 250k. Of course, as he continued to scroll through Sam’s content, Yahya recognized that a lot of the follower account surely must have been from the horny men and women that were drawn to the man’s near-constant thirst traps. 

Remembering the fact that he had an Instagram account open for DMs, Yahya wasted no time going to his old account and typing out a message saying that he’s the real Yahya trapped in Sam’s body and that they needed to find a way to fix this as soon as possible. Clicking send, he breathed a sigh of relief as he prayed that the influencer-turned-actor would be as equally shocked and desperate to return to their old bodies.

Returning back to Sam’s account and beginning a deeper dive into the man’s older posts, Yahya’s look of intrigue turns into a look of disgust as he comes across one post. Looking at it, he couldn’t believe it: he was in the body of a gay man! Back in his old body, he had no problem being around members of the LGBT+ community, but the thought of now being part of it himself was not of interest for him. Due to his upbringing, Yahya’s mind was influenced to the point where he didn’t agree with the “lifestyle”. However, for the sake of not rocking the boat or somehow getting cancelled, he vowed to keep his comments to himself as his career continued to skyrocket. But now that he was facing the reality that he would be in the body of a gay man for the foreseeable future, all of those repressed statements of hate and vitrol were bubbling up to the surface to essentially turn the new Sam into a stereotypical self-loathing gay.

“There’s no fucking way that I’m going to fuck around with a man!” Yahya angrily growled, which lacked any sort of intensity or grit due to the lighter and higher voice he now possessed. With his mind determined to keep him on the straight and narrow path of heterosexuality, he brushed past the post and attempted to learn more about the other aspects of Sam’s life.

Ironically, just as Yahya finished his rant about the sexuality of his new body, a direct message dinged on the app from someone that Sam was seemingly following. With a dangerous curiosity, the man clicked on the push notification and was brought to the message. In a scream of absolute terror, Yahya immediately loosened the grip and allowed the phone to tumble onto the floor as he caught sight of a nude from the mystery message man. His eyes were wide and his face soured into a look of disappointment as he couldn’t help erase the image of the man’s curvy and perky ass and that thick long co-. Stopping himself before he could even finish that thought, it didn’t matter in the slightest as the image remained seared into his brain. In response, there was an immediate tightening in the crotch of his shorts that truly solidified the fact that he was now gay while in this body. 

“Fuck… no, this can’t be happening…” Yahya cried out as his dick reached total hardness and slightly curved upward against the baggy pair of shorts. Peering below the waistband of the shorts, Yahya stared at the white cock he now possessed and compared it to his former genitalia. Staring back at him was a below-average dick, especially in comparison to the long and girthy one that Yahya had spent most of his adult life with. Finding some slight hilarity in the situation, he attempted to gawk at his new equipment in hopes that it would allow himself to forget about the nude he received. Wanting a closer look, Yahya undid the knot and watched as the shorts dropped onto the ground and revealed Sam’s body in its full-frontal glory. 

Moving his right hand to his genitalia, Yahya wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to slowly move his hand up and down. To his surprise, his dick is incredibly sensitive, beginning to severely throb with each passing movement of his hand. Tilting his head back, the amount of pleasure he felt was immeasurable and demanded release as soon as possible. Closing his eyes, he used his mind to help visualize a scene that he had always imagined during his steamy sex dreams. In a candle-lit bedroom, he pulled a beautiful curvy woman onto the bed and began to run his hands along every feminine section of her body. While visualizing the woman, he licked his lips and allowed the dream to progress further. Returning his mind to the scene, the woman was now undressed and completely nude on the designer sheets of his real bedroom. With incredibly eagerness as the woman calls the name Yahya, he sees himself pushing into the woman’s vagina and moaning as it perfectly fits his girthy cock.

“Oh fuck…” Yahya said out loud as the dream progressed further into passionate love-making as his thrusts grew deeper and his mouth only uttered guttural grunts. But as he continued to stroke himself off, the once-throbbing member was just perpetually stuck at a complete firmness due to the repetitive nature of his strokes. While his dick was clearly eager to ejaculate, it was unwilling to finish the task due to this body’s disinterest in women. Back in his mind, he tilts his head back and hears as the woman’s groans begin to grow huskier and huskier with each forceful thrust. In confusion, he opens his eyes and looks down, gasping as the gorgeous woman had been replaced with a buff muscular man. “What the fuck…” both dream and reality Yahya stated, absolutely in shock at how his dreams had so extremely shifted. 

Despite the confusion, his grip on his dick remained iron-clad as he visualized the man getting up off the bed and commanding him to sit on the bed. While the buff muscular black man that he once was would never allow this to happen, the dream-version of himself relented and assumed the position as the man appeared behind him. As the man began to push into dream-Yahya’s muscular ass, his attention returned to reality as his dick immediately began to reach climax and shoot out a thick stream of cum out and onto the wooden floors in the living room. “Holy shit!” he moaned, his firm stance against homosexuality not mattering anymore as he felt such intense waves of pleasure coursing through his body. 

Just as sudden as it occurred for the man, he quickly finished his strokes and attempted to catch his breath while staring at the mess he made. Immediately seeing the aftermath of his actions, Yahya grew disgusted and eager to clean away the evidence of his disgusting new temptation. After grabbing some paper towels and cleaning himself off and wiping the floor, Yahya quickly rushed into the shower and began to clean himself up from the odorous mix of sweat and cum that coated his now-paler skin.

Upon drying himself off and throwing on a simple black t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, Yahya tried his best to ignore his jerk-off session by exploring the new apartment he found himself in. Given that the initial shock of the body swap had worn off, Yahya was eager to explore while not being in an extreme rush this time. To his surprise, he was incredibly impressed by what he saw. However, after staring at one too many interpretive art pieces, the after-effects of this body’s hangover grew worse as they absolutely ravaged Yahya and had him eager for some relief.

Following a successful brew of coffee and the downing of some Tylenol, Yahya took the moment to enjoy the gorgeous view that overlooked the kitchen. He had never been to Chicago before, so to see the gorgeous skyline with the early morning sun cresting over the tallest buildings was truly special for the man. Watching as birds soared by and the busy life of the city’s inhabitants occurred several stories below him, he felt strangely relaxed and at peace.

Quickly chugging a few cups of coffee while continuing to admire the view, the newly calmed man made his way into the living room after heading into the bedroom and bringing out Sam’s laptop. Falling into the deep-cushioned couch, Yahya began to spend the time scrolling through more of Sam’s social media accounts to learn more about the body he now found himself in. Before exiting Instagram though, he snuck a glance at his DMs and frowned upon not seeing a response yet to his message towards his former Instagram account. 

Returning to the homepage, he was instantly greeted to more images and videos of accounts Sam followed. While it was clear that Sam had a type for either twinky men or extremely buff and intimidating guys, there was surprisingly a large amount of diversity into the guys that he followed. Much to Yahya’s dismay, there was no diversity in terms of the hardness of Sam’s cock though, as it remained completely rock hard and throbbing once again at just the sight of a few men. “Jesus, this dude’s a horny motherfucker…” Yahya groaned, quickly exiting the site and moving towards YouTube.

When the webpage shifted into the homepage of YouTube, it wasn’t surprising anymore to Yahya as he caught sight of all the recommended videos on his account: all of them involving either men working out or LGBT-related content. Ignoring that to prevent further shame for these new desires he’s gaining, he pulled up Sam’s profile and saw that he was a fairly popular guy. The fitness influencer had over 180,000 followers and his videos all got a good amount of views. As Yahya began to watch them all, he spent the next several hours eager to learn more about the new body and life he now had. The man clearly had a nice, charming, and approachable quality based on his high follower count, but Yahya himself was impressed to see that these personality traits also were clearly showcased as Sam discussed things about himself like his dreams, fears, and goals in life.

By the time Yahya had finished scrolling through all of that content, the morning sun had been shifted into a fading sunset. As he shut the laptop screen and got up from the couch, Yahya felt surprisingly calm still. With the hangover and migraines fading away and him finally being able to learn more about who he is now, Yahya felt rather content as he focused hard on remaining calm until he got a response from his old body. 

Unfortunately though, as more and more time passed by without an answer, the man soon became irritable and anxious as that cheerful façade was quickly crumbling. Plus, with the slight cabin fever of being trapped in an apartment he’s not used to yet, it’s no surprise Yahya grew eager to escape. Scrolling through Sam’s Instagram posts, he found a photo of him hanging out with some friends at a bar, which was geo-tagged to give him a location. Thinking that some alcohol was necessary for this shocking swap while also hoping it could calm him down, Yahya quickly called a taxi. Waiting for it to arrive, Yahya put on a dark blue t-shirt and attempted to style his hair. Getting an alert from his phone that the car had arrived, Yahya locked up the apartment and departed.

Walking into the bar, Yahya looked around and rolled his eyes at the place he had traveled to. Apparently he didn’t look too deeply into the photo, as he was annoyed (yet not surprised) to find that the bar that Sam apparently frequented was a popular gay bar. With the blaring soundtrack of pop music ringing through his ears, Yahya made his way towards the bar and ordered a drink. It wasn’t a surprise when the bartender’s face contorted into a look of shock as Yahya gave his usual order of a name-brand beer. This place clearly didn’t seem to be a prime spot for beer-drinkers, but to his surprise and relief, the bartender quickly returned with a cold brew in hand. Taking a sip of it, he couldn’t help but feel that it tasted slightly off than how he originally remembered. With each additional sip, Yahya grimaced as he found himself hating the drink even more. Realizing that this body clearly didn’t enjoy beer like Yahya’s body did, the man shockingly gave up on that dream and allowed Sam’s body to help him pick a better drink. He didn’t enjoy the concept of drinking cocktails or wine, but he needed to be drunk immediately, so there were few alternatives available for the man. Looking back at the drink menu, he waved the bartender over and ordered a fruity cocktail that had piqued his new body’s interest. 

While waiting for it to arrive, Yahya’s attention moved beyond the bar and towards the building’s adjoined dancefloor that was packed to the brim.  While staring at the men who were laughing and singing along to the music playing, Yahya felt a strange excitement building within him. These guys were seeming to have a lot of fun, so if they were living such a terrible lifestyle, it just didn’t make sense for them to seem so joyful. Continuing to watch the men dance around and press their asses into crotches, Yahya immediately began to find himself growing hard as he instinctively tapped his foot against the barstool in time with the music. 

Just as the bartender returned with his cocktail order, Yahya watched as a man approached him. While not as buff as his old body or even his new one, the actor-turned-influencer stared and noted the attractive man walking up to the empty barstool next to him. With each step closer, Yahya couldn’t help but admire the man’s impressive face that seemed befitting of a model. His facial hair was impressively trimmed, fully displayed by the shifting colors extending beyond the dancefloor. Taking a sip of the drink as the man was within arm’s reach, Yahya smiled as he tasted the rich fruity flavor that was much easier on his new palate. 

As he moved his body away from the dancefloor and continued to stare at the man, their eyes met and the other man smiled at him. This action lingered for a few seconds before the man got the attention of the bartender and gave an order identical to the one Yahya was currently drinking. Nervous about his newfound attraction and still slightly uncomfortable, Yahya initiated a conversation by awkwardly saying “I got the same thing, it’s a great drink!”, which caused himself to internally cringe at his lack of game. In his old body, Yahya was able to charm the panties off of any woman he wanted, but now that the attraction was devoted to men, he was just completely flustered. 

Luckily, the man didn’t reject Yahya’s advances, instead responding to him and asking his own questions. As the conversation continued further, the chat only grew more intimate with each passing sentence. Given the booming music drowning out their voices, the two men had to get closer to each other to the point where they were essentially talking directly into each other’s ears. With the man, who introduced himself as Trevor, so close to him, Yahya smelled the alluring scent of Trevor’s cologne and the modest boner in his pants was at full mast and helping push him further into his lust for the man. 

After sharing a few drinks and continuing to learn about Trevor and his career as an aspiring businessman, the two began to get looser with each other to the point where Yahya actually asked the man if he wanted to go out and dance. To his surprise, Trevor agreed and grabbed onto Yahya’s hand as he pulled them from the bar and into the sweaty sea of men. While initially slightly awkward with his movements, Trevor’s encouragement pushed Yahya to the point of fully letting loose and dancing as best he could given the limited space. With his inhibitions falling away due to being comfortably drunk, it only took a few more songs until Yahya was rubbing his ass against Trevor’s tight and throbbing crotch and feeling incredibly turned on.

While Yahya continued to drink and let loose, his intentions were growing increasingly obvious with each drink order. Out of nowhere, the new Sam suddenly asked Trevor if he wanted to come home with him. When the man agreed and smiled, they grabbed hands and made their way out of the bar after ordering another taxi back to his place. Before they could even cross the threshold of his front door though, the two men were passionately making out and pulling at each other’s clothes. Sam’s fitness strength allowed Yahya to easily get Trevor loose from his business attire while Trevor was somehow able to peel Yahya out of the sweat-soaked clothes that were practically glued to his muscular physique. 

Their makeout session soon pushed further into the apartment until ultimately leading into Sam’s bedroom. With both of them falling into the bed and continuing to invade the other’s mouth with their tongues, Yahya was fully embracing his new sexuality and wanting to push it to the absolute max. So, by the time they were both nude and trying to decide the roles for sex, Yahya was surprisingly intrigued and turned on by the concept of bottoming for the hunky man. So, as Trevor went into Sam’s bathroom to go grab a condom, Yahya’s body was buzzing with intrigue and incredible lust. Upon returtning and beginning to push into Yahya’s perky new ass, the once-exclusive dominant heterosexual man allowed his identity to become overwritten with his new hungry bottom nature. Hearing both of the men grunting as Trevor continued to thrust into him, Yahya’s dick was rock hard and eager for Trevor to get him off once he finished shooting his load into him. “Maybe this won’t be so bad...” Yahya thought to himself as he laid in bed with the equally worn-out Trevor before quickly falling asleep.

* * * * *

In the week since the swap, Yahya’s attempts to reach out to his former body and figure out the solutions to their crazy swap were proven to be futile.  To Yahya’s annoyance, the real Sam stated that he had no idea how the swap occurred either. That was almost the entirety of the new Yahya’s messages about the body swap. From that point on, Sam was almost exclusively complaining about the looming fear of paparazzi following him everywhere. While he hadn’t expected the two of them to become best friends or anything, Yahya did wish to form some sort of connection with his body swap partner. Growing increasingly worried about losing his body and getting blocked, Yahya kept quiet though and forced himself to hear long detailed stories from Sam about how he was doing in the body of the actor. Upon hearing the risky and crazy behaviors that Sam was displaying, Yahya was absolutely stunned that none of it had gone rival.

As a result of these worrisome stories, Yahya tried to give advice on how to handle paparazzi, such as suggesting side entrances along with other celebrity tricks to avoid being caught in camera flashes. Sam stated that he would try to implement those tricks, but his attempts seemed to be constantly foiled. Yahya soon found himself constantly furious over the next couple days as he watched his former body beginning to constantly trend on Twitter or be talked about in those gossip magazines that Yahya would see on the corner shops near his apartment building. Based on the continued daily rants Sam had in relation to the amount of press he had to do for the new Candyman film, it was clear that Sam was hating the new life he had been given randomly and the trials and tribulations that were associated with the film industry. He hated to say it, but Yahya was honestly getting annoyed with the man’s constant ranting about his life. To be brutally honest, it made Yahya actually somewhat relieved to have been able to escape that lifestyle.

Because of this, Yahya felt kind of guilty for just how much he had enjoyed these past couple days. He still wasn’t sure how exactly the swap happened, but after a week of being Sam, the man had to admit that he was relieved that it did happen. Sure, it took Yahya a day or two to adjust to his new life, but by the time the third day as Sam rolled around, Yahya was adapting with ease. In fact, the man was embracing the profession of an influencer to the point where he had been able to sign multiple endorsement deals that Sam had just tossed aside for some reason. With a significant paycheck being given to him for each endorsement, Yahya was relieved to find himself raking in cash in a career that he was quite literally thrown into.

Along with these sponsorship deals, the past week of Instagram posts from Sam’s account showcased a newfound focus on Sam’s close-knit friend group. Given he was looking for some sort of connection to help ground him into this new life, it made sense for Yahya to reach out to Sam’s friends and attempt to learn more about them and also his new self as well. In the past couple days, they had had a ball going out to that local bar and taking photos with their fruity cocktails while promoting the gay lifestyle that Yahya had so easily adapted to since that first night at the bar.

Speaking of that first night at the bar, Yahya’s drunken romance with Trevor did not end upon sobering up the next morning. In fact, it was growing more and more into a full-blown relationship as they’ve gone out on several dates and had a lot of fun in the bedroom afterwards. There was a healthy trust between them as they tried to push the other to try new things, as Trevor tried to get Yahya into intriguing abstract documentaries while Yahya was able to get Trevor to become his workout buddy. Even though Trevor wasn’t the biggest jock of all, Yahya was happy to see that Trevor was actually beginning to enjoy those sweaty exercises he did with his possible boyfriend. Plus, the concept of hot steamy shower sex in the empty locker room was enough to get Trevor to persevere through the intense routines that Yahya had been creating and sharing with his followers.

As the eighth day of being Sam began, Yahya was shocked to realize that he was fully willing to let go of his past life and embrace the new identity he had been given. This life was a joy to wake up to every morning, so why would he want to give it up and go back to something worse? Things were finally looking up for the new Sam Cushing after years of trying to make his career happen. Life was good, but he knew it was going to become better in time!

While staying up all day perfecting his new fitness routine and preparing to record a new YouTube video, Sam’s phone went off as he got a Google alert about his old name. Pulling it up, he was in awe as he read the article about the Candyman premiere being a complete disaster as the leading man fled the city and was unable to be found. Biting his lip, Sam began to ponder the concept of reaching out to Yahya to see how he was dealing. Thinking it over though, he realized that there was no way that he could help him. Now, he was just a fitness influencer in Chicago, so it wasn’t like he could rush over and help out his former body. His previous advice only fell on deaf ears, so what’s the point of wasting the time and energy on somebody that doesn’t listen? They were both grown-ups, so if Yahya could deal with and accept his new life as Sam, then the new Yahya could do the same thing!

Closing his phone, Sam grabbed onto his camera and began to make his way into the office that had been converted into a home gym. Connecting the camera onto the tripod, he began to check all of the camera settings to verify that it was ready to film his fast-paced routine. Upon verifying, Sam began a timer and quickly moved into position. After verifying that he was in frame, he flashed a wide smile as the camera counted down. 3… 2… 1…

“Hey guys, it’s Sam here with a new video! Today, we’re going to work solely on some intense exercises to build up some arm muscle...”

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Shifting Summer: Acceptance

For Thomas, he had loved his relationship of three years with his boyfriend Eric, but there was a catch. Despite having a healthy relationship and an incredibly active sex life, there was always one aspect of his relationship that caused stress in his life: Eric’s family. No matter how hard he tried, Thomas had always struggled to fit in with his boyfriend’s family. He wasn’t sure if it was due to them still being uncomfortable with their boyfriend’s sexuality or the fact that his pale complexion stuck out like a sore thumb in his boyfriend’s highly-melanated family, but it constantly made him spiral and search for answers. Despite Eric saying that his family loves him but just hadn’t been able to fully get to know him yet, there was still a part of Thomas that viewed his boyfriend’s statement as just trying to save face and give his family the benefit of the doubt.

With the family’s annual Labor Day cookout looming in the horizon, Thomas was beginning to stress out once more. He knew it was dumb, but given that summer was ending and he was about to be busy going back to graduate school and being a TA, he knew that his availability to interact with them was severely limited and he wanted to make a great impression for once. As the couple began to head to bed the night prior to the event, Thomas couldn’t help but wish that Eric’s family would finally accept him and treat him like part of the family.

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As Eric awoke the next morning, his hand aimlessly searched for his boyfriend to give each other some warm cuddles. But when his search came up empty and there was no indication of any body heat still in the bed, Eric groggily sat up from his bed and began to search for his boyfriend. After checking the bathroom and the living room of their apartment, Eric soon began to grow worried about where his boyfriend could have gone. Was he that nervous about the cookout that he fled in the early morning? 

However, as he made another lap around the smaller apartment, Eric finally began to pick up on the sound of rustling in the unused spare bedroom that the couple had turned into an office. “Hello?” Eric said, his steps growing lighter just in case there was a home intruder scavenging through their belongings. Hearing the creaks of an office chair reverberating through the walls, Eric began to consider that his boyfriend was there messing around on his desktop to play some video games before he awoke. Pulling open the door, Eric’s facial expressions went from a look of relief to panic as he caught the sight of a nearly naked black man sitting in his chair. “Who the fuck are you?” Eric cried out, watching as the man turned in his chair to face him. The intruder that was casually sitting in his chair was extremely buff, clearly indicated by the sunbeams that showcased and shimmered across his broad chest and rippling six-pack. Opening his mouth, the intruder’s booming voice echoed across the room, saying a simple “The fuck do you mean who am I? It’s Thomas…” 

Upon finishing his sentence, the man’s voice turned into a slight sneer as he looked at Eric’s shell-shocked face. “What the hell are you talking about? My boyfriend is a nerdy white guy, not some ripped black guy!” Eric responded, his face now severely stuck in a look of disbelief by what was happening. As the man casually began to recount their various dates and the secrets that they shared with each other late at night, Eric couldn’t believe that it was true… his boyfriend had completely transformed overnight!

“H-how did this happen?” Eric said, his chest heaving as he could feel a slight panic attack starting to spur within him. 

“Fuck if I know babe. All I know is that I wished that your family would accept me and then I woke up like this. I think I look pretty good though…” Thomas said as he flashed a cocky grin and flexed for Eric. 

“Why does it matter if they like you or not?” Eric replied, his anger beginning to rise at Thomas’ strange behavior. This wasn’t the sweet and eternally-anxious boyfriend that he had fallen in love with. Instead, he’d been replaced with not only a new rich darker complexion but an entirely new personality. 

Staring at his boyfriend still in absolute shock, Eric was appalled when Thomas told him to get on his knees and pleasure him, saying that his morning wood was aching for release. While he couldn’t deny that he was turned on by this new body, it was an absolute boner-killer to watch his good-natured boyfriend be so extremely tainted by cocky new impulses and desires.

Heading into one of their bathrooms, Eric told Thomas to start getting ready for the cookout while he attempted to understand how this happened. To his annoyance, Eric was completely ignored by the new Thomas, who was instead pulling down his white briefs to explore the new thick cock he possessed. Pulling out his phone, Eric sat on the toilet in disbelief as he saw all of the couple’s former photos on social media replaced with this new man. The couple’s journey to Comic-Con now altered to replace Thomas’ former look of pure joy with a look of annoyance along with many others. Along with this, new photos and videos had manifested on Eric’s account, now showcasing Thomas working out in the gym while Eric was stuck on the sidelines recording his boyfriend’s workouts.

To his disbelief, he saw his own family responding under those videos, giving incredible words of encouragement to their “future son-in-law”. He couldn’t believe it, but this new body truly did make Thomas a hit with Eric’s family. Needing to clear his head, Eric got into the shower and spent 30 minutes letting the water run down his forehead and give him some sort of temporary relief from this crazy new life he found himself in.

After finishing up and going back into his bedroom, Eric gasped as he caught sight of the new Thomas completely naked and flexing into the mirror affixed to the back of the bedroom door. “Bro, I was checking myself out!” Thomas groaned, which only elicited an eye-roll from Eric as he got dressed and made his new boyfriend do the same. 

For both of them, the car ride to the public park where the party was taking place was completely silent. While Eric was completely in awe of the stranger now sitting next to him and unsure of how to talk to him, Thomas paid his boyfriend no mind as he was too busy checking himself out in the side mirrors and looking down at his buff body. 

To Thomas’ relief, the party was an absolute hit for the new man. Eric’s family sat at length with Thomas and inquired about his fitness journey and how his career was going as a personal trainer, leaving their youngest son stuck talking to second and third cousins who weren’t blessed with the gift of gab. Standing under the park pavilion, Eric just kept looking over and staring at Thomas interacting with his older brother and having a flex-off between the two of them. He was annoyed to see Thomas succumb to the same sort of vanity rituals that he had spent his life surrounded by. 

As a result of this, Eric’s inability to gain intense muscle mass or even have any interest in athletics had left him particularly isolated from his family. Upon entering college and meeting Thomas, it was a relief for Eric to find someone who was interested in the same “nerdy” things as him and not as obsessed with self-image. But as he stared at the man his boyfriend had become, he knew that the real Thomas was completely gone. He couldn’t believe that his boyfriend would sacrifice it all to fit in with Eric’s family, but what is done is done. Despite it hurting him to think like this, Eric knew that this would probably be the last family meeting that Thomas would be invited to and the last day of their three-year relationship.

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Plotting Against The Starting QB

With the upcoming NFL season soon approaching as the first pre-season games got underway, the Buffalo Bills were incredibly optimistic about their chances this season. Last year, the team was so close to making it to the Super Bowl if it hadn’t been for a disappointing second and third quarter of the AFC championship game against the Kansas City Chiefs. While the team was bummed to have lost after making it so far into the playoffs, the Bills now had an inner drive to finish the job in the 2021 season now that the entire team had gotten their closest taste of the Super Bowl in years. 

As the coaches made plans to strengthen their plays to prevent any issues moving forward, they also had to adjust for the yearly influx of draft players and any newly-contracted players that were transferred during the off-season. There had been a lot of impressive players to join the team this season, but the coaches had their eyes on one guy in particular: Mitch Trubisky. While he was traded from a starting quarterback position on the Chicago Bears to become backup quarterback for the impressive Josh Allen, the coaches hadn’t viewed this as a downgrade in the slightest. In fact, they were relieved to have a capable quarterback in their ranks that could hopefully excel with a more fitting and well-oiled team.

But for Mitch Trubisky, he hadn’t handled the result of the new deal well. He knew last season that his time with the Bears was coming to an end, so the starting QB was obviously desperate to sign a new contract that would allow him to continue playing the sport he was so immensely passionate about. Unfortunately for Mitch, he wasn’t able to get many offers from many teams due to the fact that they were more focused on getting fresh young talent for QB positions during the draft. While he was incredibly happy with the one-year, 2.5 million dollar deal from the Bills, he wasn’t too excited to essentially be demoted to a second-string player. 

With the sting of his ousting from the Bears still relatively fresh, this new demoted deal with the Bills had left Trubisky quite the scorned man. As the man arrived at training camp, any joy that had once filled up the Bills locker room was seeped away as Mitch’s negative energy leeched it all away. Despite Josh Allen’s best attempts to relate to the quarterback and create a friendship with the man, Mitch immediately shut that possibility down, saying that he didn’t want to deal with Allen’s “pity friendship”. 

Upon heading out with the rest of the team to begin drills and practicing, Mitch’s disdain for the slightly younger Allen only grew more extreme as the time passed. Mitch was trying his hardest to keep up with everyone else, but he constantly found himself struggling and confused on what to do. For his first day back on the field in months, he had such high expectations of making a good impression and immediately excelling at anything he was tasked with doing. But alas, he found himself cursing under his breath and screaming in annoyance after nearly every drill. To make matters worse, after his new coach told him to take a break and watch how the drill is supposed to run, Mitch had to stare at Josh as he completed the drills with ease. The man even had a smile on his face as he did them, a clear testament to how comfortable he felt about his skills.

After taking a breather, Mitch returned to the field with an eagerness to finally prove himself and even outdo the team’s star quarterback. While the man was eventually able to match Josh’s mastery of the drills, Mitch wasn’t satisfied until he could do it better. He had to prove himself to be a worthy alternative to Josh if he ever wanted any play time! With the coach’s whistle signifying the end of the first day of training camp, Mitch couldn’t help but feel like an absolute waste of space. These feelings only grew worse as he watched the starting quarterback stick around with the coaches to work on some additional training. Looking away to save himself from feeling even more incompetent, Mitch quickly pushed past his new teammates and jogged into the locker room. He didn’t even shower to freshen up before grabbing his gear and rushing back to the small apartment that he had just rented for the move from Chicago to New York.

Throwing the gear onto the floor as he crossed the threshold of his front door, Mitch quickly stripped out of his clothes and began to shower. While the near-scalding water was beginning to redden his already tan skin, Mitch’s mind began to shift from embarrassment back to his near-constant emotion of anger. But as this emotional state shifted, it also brought along with it a new emotion: the desire for revenge. As the water cascaded down his head and back, he thought back to an offer once proposed by his long-time best friend.

For years, he ranted about his concerns to his friend from high school Kade McClure, who actually was a player for the Chicago White Sox that was ultimately bounced between various minor leagues by the White Sox. Given the fact that both of them had to deal with their prospective teams and the looming threat of being demoted from a lead position to something lesser, they were able to relate well with each other and thus give great advice. In fact, Kade had even offered the contact information for an apparent “life revitalizer” that went by the mysterious persona of S-C. Given that he was actually considered a player for a major league sports team, Kade’s team had given him a connection to S-C. As Mitch listened to his friend discuss the man, he learned that it was a guy who had seemingly created under-the-table deals with all of the major sports leagues to offer his services. Kade had no idea what S-C got in return for these services, but he wasn’t interested in the concept and never asked. Since he still had the connection, Kade offered to get in touch to help Mitch cope with the situation he found himself in. While Mitch had no interest at the time of using S-C’s services, Kade said that the offer was always open as long as he was still a part of the White Sox. 

Pulling the lever to the shower and turning off the water, Mitch made up his mind and decided to see what S-C could offer him to help him cope with these intense emotions he had been feeling. After shooting off a text to Kade, Mitch’s friend quickly responded with a time and location for Mitch to meet with S-C the next morning. Luckily for Mitch, S-C was apparently nearby and able to pencil him in for a consultation! As the man fell asleep early due to the extensive workouts he had just done, he was cautiously optimistic that he could find a solution for his rage towards the Bills and Josh Allen in particular...

While Mitch was incredibly annoyed to have his alarm wake him up despite there not being even a hint of sunlight out yet, he ignored that thought as he remembered the reason for his early rise. With a pep in his step, Mitch quickly showered, dressed and devoured a small bowl of cereal. The man soon grabbed his keys and rushed out to drive off to the mysterious location that S-C told him to meet him at. 

Upon his arrival, he was intrigued to find that the destination was in fact a large gym that only had a single light turned on. Getting out of his car, he gingerly walked towards the door as his eyes wandered to make sure there was no one attempting to sneak up on him. “Fuck!” Mitch gasped as the front door of the gym suddenly burst open in front of him without anyone around. Interestingly enough, the door refused to close either as it seemingly invited him to enter the building. Chalking it up to someone pressing the wheelchair button on some automatic doors to show that someone was here, Mitch took a second to compose himself before entering the dimly-lit gym.

“Hello?” Mitch called out, his normally deep voice cracking to a lighter tone as slight fear began to creep into his body. Before he could ask again though, he jumped as the fluorescent lights sprung to life and immediately illuminated the room. As his eyes wandered around to search for someone, he found slight relief to find a man sitting on a piece of equipment and staring at him. “Excuse me…” Mitch said as he began to make his way towards the man. “Are you S-C?” he asked, which caused a slight smile to form on the man’s face.

“Yes, that’s me” the man confirmed, which allowed Mitch to hear the man’s foreign accent. What could that be… British? Australian? Before he could ask about the man’s accent, the enigmatic S-C rose up from the seat and began to walk the remaining distance until he was face-to-face with the athletic jock. “How can I help you?” he asked, which caused Mitch to begin to rant about his life and the downward spiral his life had seemingly undergone over the past year. All while this was occurring, S-C was quite receptive, nodding his head as he took in the man’s dilemma. 

“So, it seems as though you’re eager to get Josh Allen out of the picture huh…” he responded, which caused Mitch to nod his head in agreement before realizing the possibilities of that phrase.

“Wait, I don’t want him killed! I just wish that I could be the starting quarterback. I have something to prove and I want the opportunity to do it!” Mitch responded, his face twisting into a look of panic as he watched S-C realize what exactly the athlete was wanting.

“Ah I see,” the man said as he began to slowly walk around and encircle the panicked athlete. As he stared deep into Mitch’s eyes, he decided to continue with his offer of help. “Well, I still think I can help you then… although my methods could be deemed experimental by mere mortals like you,” the man continued.

“What kind of methods do you utilize then?” Mitch naturally asked, his curiosity piqued by the odd phrasing of the mysterious man.

“Magical methods, things such as ancient spells and enchanted items. I can bend reality at my whim and transform someone’s entire body and soul in any way I desire,”  the man calmly explained, only to lose that calm demeanor in favour of slight annoyance as Mitch’s face cracked into a ludicrous smile and thunderous laughter erupted from his mouth. “What’s so funny?” S-C angrily said, his Australian accent now being spoken through gritted teeth. 

“Magic? Are you serious? That shit isn’t real!” Mitch said through parsed words interrupted by hearty chuckles. If he hadn't been laughing so severely, Mitch would have been absolutely pissed off to know that he wasted time on some fake-ass man offering to use “magic” to get revenge. He could have slept in some more before going to training practice, which really irritated the man. “Why would you waste my time with this crock of shit?” the man quickly uttered, his mind beginning to become overwhelmed with rage. 

Of course, S-C had expected this sort of response from unknowing mortals, especially since he had once been one of them. But luckily for the sea of people he had helped, S-C was able to tap into a locked realm of magic that had turned him into a powerful eternal being. It was crazy to think that it had been less than a year since he himself underwent his first transformation into the hunky trainer Royce Dunne. While he had continued to use the hunk’s body as his new base body to have some fun as a personal trainer in the Midwest as a safety measure to remain grounded and remember his humanity, S-C used his free time to experiment with his powers and shift into various people. He had tried out the bodies of his favorite male celebrities and even sometimes their wives just to keep the transformations fresh and exciting. But given his slight obsession with social media influencers and models, S-C began to extend his shifting into various men he found attractive. With quite a repertoire of host bodies he could easily shift into, S-C made a plan to prove his powers to the still-fuming Mitch and also allow him to pick a new full-time host body. “If you don’t believe in magic, how would you explain this?” he said as Mitch looked intently to watch the man.

To Mitch’s shock, he watched as the buff mystery man began to change before his eyes. The man’s body grew a few inches as his facial hair began to pull into his cheeks until he had a slight patch of hair on his chin. Feeling the changes begin, S-C pulled off the long sleeved shirt and revealed the man’s pale yet impressive physique that was coated in some thick body hair. But as the body hair began to pull into the follicles, the man’s torso just began to look like a buff block of chalk, which actually amused Mitch as the changes continued. However, once the hair finally disappeared from his body, Mitch was understandably shocked to watch as the man’s skin tone began to slightly darken into a shade that signified an entirely new race. 

While the majority of the man’s impressive physique remained intact, there were some areas that showcased a vast change. His biceps bulked up a bit more and his lower torso lost some of its intense musculature, as his abs lost some definition and his waist was cinched in a few inches to create a more toned appearance, but his chest was actually the main site of muscle construction. Looking down and smiling, S-C watched as his once modest pecs began to increase in size until they were at a size that were able to be fully cupped and create a chest shelf befitting of a male model.

As the transforming man began to look at his left arm, Mitch’s attention shifted there as well. He couldn’t believe it, but this man was actually able to change his entire body right in front of him. Now knowing the power of this man, Mitch couldn’t help but worry about a fear of retaliation by questioning the man’s skills and sanity. Returning his attention back to the man, Mitch stared at the now impressive sleeve of tattoos that ran up his bulging arms and looked up towards the man’s face. While the man had basically shifted into an entirely new man, the face of the Australian hunk was still affixed onto the man’s shifting head.

Fortunately though, that soon began to undergo its own transformation as the features on the man’s face began to shift. His prominent nose grew a bit smaller and more angular as his jawline also gained a chiseled look. The man’s face also grew a few shades darker to match the rest of his body as his facial hair and eyebrows began to shift from a light brown to a dark black color. With only a few changes left, the man’s hair began to recede both in terms of length and hairline as it completely revealed the fully lengthened and exposed forehead of the new man. While the sides of the man’s head were originally trimmed, they soon pulled in to the point of having a razor-shaved look. This receding also continued on the man’s scalp as the average length hair was yanked back by the follicles until he was left with essentially an extreme version of a crew-cut.

Finally, with the muscle growth that had slightly occurred in the man’s legs, S-C wasted no time evolving the pair of sweatpants he was wearing into something that better showcased his new physique. Immediately, the pants grew tighter around his body as the material shifted and gained a more spandex-like appearance. Turning around and putting his hand towards his rear, S-C watched as the new perky muscular ass he possessed was now clearly revealed by the tight pair of spandex that left little to the imagination. This was safe to say in the front as well as the spandex perfectly showcased his thick thighs and the firm boner proudly displayed. 

With the changes finished now, S-C looked down at his changed body and smiled at yet another successful transformation. As he pulled his head up, he chuckled at the look of absolute shock painted across Mitch’s gorgeous face. Wanting to have fun and toy with the dismissive man, the magical man approached the man and got up into his face. Sticking his tongue out in a cocky manner and flexing his impressive arms, S-C watched as Mitch looked him up and down and took in his new physique. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to shift into him again...” he said, one arm leaving a flex position and beginning to explore the new built body he possessed. But remembering Mitch’s behavior, S-C stopped the self-admiration and jumped back into a cocky demeanor. With his new booming and Americanized voice, S-C wasted no time toying with Mitch, saying  “So, you believe me now huh?” as he threw his arms up in Mitch’s face and flexed.

Immediately, Mitch wasted no time apologizing for his behavior and vowing to never doubt the man or his powers again. He had every reason to fear for the wrath of the man, but as the conversation progressed it seemed unlikely to Mitch that he would fall victim to it. Instead, the man soon dropped the cocky demeanor and began to inform the man about his origin story behind gaining these abilities. After asking if S-C only worked with high-profile clients, the shapeshifting man revealed that while he does have connections to people in the entertainment and sports industry, he doesn’t exclusively work for them. In his free time, he’d reach out into the world and search for the most passionate wishes he could find. While he loved to give the best possible scenario to important people, he revealed to Mitch that he has a bit of a devilish side that loves to toy with people and twist their wishes slightly. As he explained, granting wishes could be so time-consuming and uninspired, so his ability to defy expectations all while delivering was just a way to keep him invested in helping everyone he can.

Interestingly enough, Mitch became quite engaged in the response, pondering why he would sign deals and contracts to a sea of leagues when he could just bend reality to make him a millionaire. After taking a second to think about it, S-C stated that he only agreed to the contracts to retain a level of anonymity where he’s only referred via word of mouth. He knew that celebrities weren’t often so eager to reveal their problems on the off-chance that people perceived them to be vain and unthankful (an unnatural side effect of the “curse of celebria”), so he knew that there would be no real threat of his secret being revealed to the world. For the benefits of these contracts, these various leagues and industry bigshots allowed immediate access to anyone S-C desires and protection should he ever want to take the form of one of the athletes or actors.

Returning back to the conversation of Mitch’s problem, S-C shifted gears as he told Mitch that he has just the thing to help Mitch figure out a solution to his problem. After walking over to a box next to the machine where he was sitting earlier, the man quickly pulled something out and held it in his hand as he walked back over. As he dropped the item into Mitch’s hand, he began to explain what it is and how it works. “So, this ring is how you’re going to get a shot at starting QB. While wearing it, you’ll need to shake the hand of your competitor. Upon doing this, the magic will begin to work and give you the abilities to be the leader of the team. Do you understand?” he said while speaking calmly and slowly for Mitch to comprehend everything.

As Mitch nodded his head in agreement, he caught sight of the clock that indicated that he had about 45 minutes until training camp started up. Apologizing for the need of a sudden departure, Mitch once again thanked the man, put the ring onto his finger, and observed the small tiny gem located in the center of the metal. He held it up to the light, watching it sparkle and glisten in a mysterious glow. While beginning to head off, Mitch stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had one lingering question in the back of his mind. Turning away from the door and back to the man, he asked a question that had piqued his curiosity. “Hey, what does S-C stand for anyway?” he said, which caused the man to chuckle in response. “It means Soul-Controller. I like an element of surprise before I reveal my name and what I do…” he said, a wide smile emerging onto his face as the football player turned and finally left the gym to enact his plan..

Upon driving back to the training camp practice, Mitch had a huge grin on his face as he practically skipped into the locker room while sporting his new ring. Of course, this new shift in Mitch’s behavior was super off-putting to the team at first, but as the behavior refused to falter even during the intense drills they ran, the team was getting behind this new version of Mitch. Little did they know that he was just giddy with revenge consuming his mind as he waited patiently to unleash the power contained within a simple silver ring…

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Cumming Into His World

While most people his age were out spending their Friday night having a blast getting drunk at some tailgate party, Richie Garcia was doing none of the sort. Due to having such a busy schedule as a bioengineering major, the 19-year-old Latino man had neglected to reach out and make plans with any of his friends. Although he was understandably annoyed to watch his friends go out without him, he couldn’t deny that he honestly felt no desire to leave his dorm room. So, attempting to relax while ignoring the fact that all of his final assignments were beginning to stack up, Richie opted to spend the entire evening wrapped up in his bed while snuggling up with his laptop. For hours, he did a marathon of several shitty streaming shows to just turn his brain off and watch the basic premises that required very little of his attention span.

But just as Richie watched the main cop on one of these shows begin to reveal his feelings to his gorgeous partner, a ding of an email notification caused Richie to pause the program and shift over to his open email tab. Given the late hours of the night, Richie couldn’t help but be curious about seeing what had popped into his inbox. As he read the subject line “William Seed Has Sent You A Private Message” though, Richie was understandably excited by the concept of being messaged by one of his favorite porn stars. So given his franticness to read the message, the man wasted no time clicking the hyperlink to pull up William’s OnlyFans page. For years, the tattooed hunk had been the apple of Richie’s lustful eye as he not only was buff as fuck, but he had an attractive face and an even hotter cock! Despite having an incredibly low salary as a part-time student worker, the twinky 19-year-old wasn’t afraid of shelling out the $20 a month price tag for the stud’s OnlyFans page.

Given how many years he had been submitted to the man’s OnlyFans, Richie was quite relieved to see just how consistent the updates to William’s page were. With a plethora of nude images and kinky sex videos available for instantaneous viewing, it was safe to say that Richie was always well-off in terms of wanking material! As the webpage continued to load, Richie couldn’t help but grow more and more excited about what the message from William would include. Hell, just the thoughts running through his head were enough to get him firming up immediately and smirking as he imagined anything from nude photographs to the (most likely impossible) scenario of William declaring his love for the nerdy student and asking when and where they could meet.

As the page finally opened and Richie read the message thoroughly multiple times, these thoughts only flew into overdrive. William’s message was short and sweet, yet still entirely erotic while remaining quite cheeky in terms of tone: “wanna cum into my world? click here to get a better look! ;)” Although just the message on its own was hot, the addition of the hunk’s nude body while lying in a leather chair was enough to send the adorable and sweet student into a horny frenzy. Without even thinking about it, the man clicked on the link and prepared for some sort of porn video to suddenly begin playing. He didn’t give a shit if it was some sort of VR scenario or POV porn, Richie was just desperate for anything to appear on his screen.

But as Richie continued to stare at the computer screen, the man’s eyes began to turn against him as they began to quickly slump and close completely before sending the student into a deep state of unconsciousness as his head fell back against his pillows. While it only lasted for seconds, the sudden shift into unconsciousness rightfully alarmed the man to the point where he gasped and sat up to a seated position as soon as his eyes were allowed to part once more. But as he sat up and looked around his room, Richie instantly realized that he was no longer in his bedroom.

Instead of his small dorm room adorned with superhero, horror movie, and music memorabilia, he was now in a plain and simple room that lacked much personality besides some standard mass-produced paintings hanging off of stark white walls. While he writhed around in bed while trying to figure out what the hell was happening to him, Richie was immediately able to recognize that even his sheets felt different. Now, the sheets had a smoother sensation to them rather than the simple cotton and starchy sensation of his old sheets. As he peeled back the sheets to get up and try to have a better understanding of what’s going on, Richie audibly gasped in shock as he took in the sight of the thick cock springing to life and proudly standing straight up into the air. It clearly wasn’t his cock given its lighter complexion, but it was definitely one that he could instantly recognize…  It was William Seed’s!

Immediately, Richie jumped to his feet in awe while his vision finally moved beyond William’s infamous cock and he began to stare in awe at the rest of his body. Searching desperately for a mirror, Richie walked around with shifting eyes until he eventually stumbled upon a full-length mirror positioned in the entryway of the apartment he now found himself in. Looking down in disbelief, Richie’s thoughts were confirmed as he watched William’s gorgeous body reflected back at him. His well-trimmed facial hair was impressive, especially when tied with his impressive facial structure that had him looking like a real-life manifestation of the hunkiest version of a Greek warrior statue.

While his gorgeous face was enough to get Richie’s new cock at peak hardness, the way his tattooed hands explored the rest of his body certainly didn’t help him maintain control over his thirst levels. It was incredible to not only feel up William’s hunky body but be the one in control of it too! Richie wasn’t the biggest fan of tattoos, but the way that William made them work to help add to his badass himbo image was making him a believer. Flipping his arms to the side to stare at all of the gorgeous ink that ran up his limbs, Richie’s focus soon began to shift towards squeezing more of his body to feel the man’s muscle definition.

Clearly eager to explore every inch of his body, Richie continued to spin around in the mirror while admiring the incredible new physique he possessed for some inexplicable reason. Lifting his arms up, the man smirked into the mirror while he flexed and watched the thick ball of muscle tighten and bulge out in such an erotic way. Hell, the way those tattoos shifted and warped with that bulging was hot as fuck to witness as well. As his hands moved further down his torso, Richie felt like a slight creep for enjoying every inch of William’s body like this. But as he cupped his pecs and felt the tight muscle be perfectly cupped into his broad hands, those thoughts quickly flew out of his mind. He wasn’t sure how this was happening, but he certainly wasn’t going to look a metaphorical gift horse in the mouth!

With his fingers trembling as he moved further down his torso, Richie was understandably in awe as they rippled along the trail of his abdominals and felt the toned yet not overly defined muscles. Although this kind of defied his fantasies about William’s body, he was nonetheless still enjoying himself while in William’s body. As he moved each leg out and tensed the muscle, he was quite impressed by the intense bulging that also occurred in the man’s beefy thighs. With legs like these, Richie was sure that the man was a beast at an elliptical and strong enough to keep any man stuck taking care of his engorged manhood.

Although Richie was clearly excited and desperate to explore more of the body of one of his biggest crushes, there was still a part of him that was unwilling to fully embrace it until he figured out the reason for the apparent body swap. Luckily, as he looked around the room for some sort of sign, Richie’s eyes quickly picked up a folded-up note resting on the bedside table next to where he woke up. With haste, he walked over to the table and grasped onto the note, but on the way there, he smirked to himself as he picked up on a strange sensation between his legs. Looking down, he watched in both awe and intense lust as his thicker and longer manhood bounced wildly with each step he took. While he certainly wasn’t underperforming in that department prior to getting William’s body, Richie was still quite excited to see the new and enhanced cock continuing to bob and sway until he reached the table and sat onto the edge of the bed. As he grabbed onto the note, Richie quickly began to read the message out loud.

Dear Richie,

Welcome to Quebec and thanks for your continued support of my OnlyFans! I’ve been quite busy lately with a shit-ton of hectic porn shoots and OnlyFans content, so as a result, I decided that I needed a bit of vacation. While I was eager to get away, there were events already planned out in advance that there was no way for me to get out of. As a result, I began to look through my paid subscribers and reward one of the most supportive fans (you). So congratulations, you’ve become me for the next month!

Now I’m sure you have many questions, but let me just try to answer as many questions as fast as possible. Firstly, yes, magic exists and I used it. To make a long story short, I helped some old lady carry in her groceries and she offered me three magical wishes in return for my “kindness” (even though I was really just there to hook up with her hunky college-aged grandson). 

But anyways, we will swap bodies for an entire month to allow me to properly relax and you to get the full experience as William Seed. Now, I’m sure you don’t have the high libido and insatiable lust on your mind 24/7 like I do, but don’t you worry. One aspect of the wish made it so you’ll gain all of the necessary personality changes and information to properly execute my career (the same will happen to me, so don’t worry about me torpedoing your life and turning you into a horny thot ;) ). In fact, by the time you’re reading this, those changes should already be occurring!

Given that I don’t have much time left before you click the link, I just wanted to say thank you once again for helping me out. I hope being me is everything you could ever dream of. Talk to you soon!

Sincerely,

The Former William Seed

Dropping the note to the floor, Richie was understandably still confused and shocked as to what was going on. Not only was he in the body of William Seed, but the hunky porn star had actually willingly given up his body and picked the Latino student to be the recipient of what Richie viewed as the greatest gift ever! While that in and of itself was incredible, the concept of gaining mental changes was not. In fact, while it was somewhat intriguing to the man, it mostly left him feeling quite terrified. As he looked up to the ceiling while continuing to try to grasp the situation he now found himself in, there were a few questions running rampant in his head: Would he lose aspects of his original personality? Would William’s persona merge with his own? What would happen once he was filming content as William for his OnlyFans? 

Although these were all valid and important questions, Richie’s mind quickly ran off the rails as he began to think further about that last question. However, instead of his normal anxieties about being in the lens of a camera, he soon found himself growing more and more excited about the concept. Not only that, but he was quickly finding himself incredibly horny while thinking about plowing some petite twink and making him worship every inch of his well-sculpted body! As those thoughts continued, the somewhat reserved student finally began to realize that those personality aspects of William Seed were already merging with his own identity to turn him into a fascinating hybrid of two starkly different personas. In fact, the more that he thought about it, the more his knowledge was shifting away from grammar rules and film techniques to interesting sexual positions and the best way to perform and emote heightened expressions for the camera. 

Speaking of the camera, these new personality aspects also brought forth brand new information to the new hunk: there was a porn shoot occurring within the next hour! While the real Richie would be frantically rushing around to be ready on time, the new Richie was doing none of the sort. Instead, the man was moving with a strut-like gait that worked perfectly with the cocky smirk on his face. The reserved man was quickly blossoming into a full-blown narcissistic hunk, but who could blame him when he was in the body of an absolute sex god!? 

So, as he finally walked into the bathroom to get ready and tidy himself up for the impending shoot, the reflection of the mirror had an obvious effect of making the man’s thick new cock throb. Stifling a moan, which now resembled something closer to a grunt, the man wrapped his meaty and callused hand (which Richie quickly learned was due to the hunk’s intense gym regimen) around his impressive shaft and playfully slid his dry hand up and down along it. All while this was going on, Richie’s attention was completely transfixed by his reflection as he began to turn into the most stereotypical narcissistic jock. Lifting his right arm up and flexing to show off his bulging biceps and sick tats, the man devilishly winked at his own reflection and felt his body pulsating in pure lust. With feelings like this, there was only one thing on his mind: he needed to fuck someone and fast!

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Creating The Perfect Top

This story was written specifically for the annual TF Story Exchange for fellow transformation writer @thegreatstoryteller based on the prompt he came up with. I hope he enjoys what I’ve come up with and I hope you, the reader, do as well!

As Jay lounged with merry holiday jingles playing throughout their living room on Christmas Eve, the short Asian man reflected happily on how he had essentially everything he could ever want. Not only was he spending his time cuddling up with his equally-twinky boyfriend Arturo on his couch, but this was also the first holiday that the couple would be spending in their shared apartment, after finally deciding to make the move over the past summer.

Being a hopeless romantic, Jay was understandably overjoyed to be spending his daily life with his lithe Latino lover. There was nothing he loved more than to wake up every morning with his partner by his side and go about their days together. But while Jay remained blissfully in the “honeymoon” phase, Arturo wasn’t as happy with their living arrangement. Sure, he loved his boyfriend and certainly didn’t want to leave him, but under the surface he couldn’t deny that the relationship was getting incredibly rocky. Although Arturo had convinced Jay to entertain some of his more interesting sexual kinks, this rarely mattered as the couple would often find themselves indecisive over who would be the top and the bottom in the scenario. These squabbles often lasted for over an hour, yet Jay just viewed this as a simple disagreement that led to them just opting to do something more fulfilling anyway, such as watching a movie while cuddling on their couch.

However, this was quickly reaching a breaking point for Arturo, as he primarily wanted to bottom for his boyfriend yet couldn’t convince Jay to take initiative and fuck him. As a result, the Latino twink ultimately dropped the conversation and sadly resigned himself to having a fairly sexless relationship due to this indecisiveness. 

Despite this fact, Arturo later found himself reinvigorated in sexual desire after a quick trip to the mall for Christmas present shopping. After hitting up his normal shops, Arturo stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing a sign for a new store called The S-C Shop. While he didn’t know why, there was something drawing him into the shop that he was unable to resist. By the time he left the small yet expansive shop, Arturo had an extra bag in tow, gift-wrapped with a promise to reinvigorate the couple’s sex life in ways indescribable…

* * * * *

As the couple continued to lie on the couch and enjoy each other’s company, there was an itching desire on Arturo’s part to give Jay his special S-C Shop gift. Not only was he desperate to see what it could do to his partner, but he was also in an intense bout of lust that left him incredibly eager to be topped. Tired of putting his carnal desires to the side, Arturo wasted no time sitting up on the couch and turning to face his lover.

“Babe, now that we’re living together… well, I had an idea…” Arturo said, a slight smile manifesting onto his face as he leaned closer towards his boyfriend’s nerdy yet cute face.

“How would you feel about giving each other one present a day early?” the nerdy Latino pondered, flashing some puppy dog eyes towards his boyfriend.

As expected by Arturo, Jay wasn’t too keen on breaking tradition and trying something new (a clear testament to how monotonous he preferred his life). Upon hearing Arturo’s idea, a look of annoyance and confusion manifested onto Jay’s face. “Why would we do that? Christmas is only one day away!” Jay said through pursed lips, which soon began to ignite yet another disagreement between the couple.

But after a slight back and forth and a stinging statement about how boring Jay was, Arturo was able to finally convince his boyfriend to start a new Christmas “tradition”: opening one present early. With the new plan seemingly in effect, each person made their way over to the tree as they riffled through a sea of wrapped presents to find the perfect gift to share with each other.

Starting off with Jay’s present, he handed his boyfriend a small box that contained a piece of jewelry that he had seen Arturo eyeing over multiple trips at the mall during their search for apartment furniture. Watching as his boyfriend’s eyes lit up, Jay felt quite relieved and happy to see his boyfriend so happy. As Arturo leaned in to give his boyfriend a passionate kiss, Jay found himself poked in the stomach by a moderately-sized gift-wrapped box.

Now getting ready to open his own gift, now Jay’s own eyes got to light up as he looked at the size of the box and began to wonder what would be contained within it. Would it be one of the books he had been talking nonstop to Arturo about? Would it be one of those Funko Pops that he had been gaining a large quantity of? As his mind began to run wild with the possibilities, Jay gleefully tore open the packaging and leaned in to see what Arturo wanted him to have a day early.

But as Jay saw folded black fabric within the box, the nerd’s mood immediately dampened as he realized that it was just a simple t-shirt of some kind. Lifting the piece of clothing out and letting it unfurl, this annoyance soon turned into anger as he realized that his boyfriend had randomly given him a tank top. Jay would never wear a tank top like this, but this was especially so given the fact that the article was clearly several sizes too big for his twinky frame.

Looking over to Arturo in confusion, the man was understandably upset as to why his boyfriend would give such an out of character gift to him. But before he could even inquire further about the shitty gift, his boyfriend gleefully smiled and seemed overjoyed about the gift he had given his boyfriend. In all honesty, it made Jay question just how well the two men knew each other for Arturo to think that this was an appropriate gift.

“Go try it on, I can’t wait to see how you look in it!” Arturo said, his face clearly displaying extreme excitement in ways that Jay hadn’t seen since their first few dates those years ago. While he was clearly annoyed by the situation and absolutely dreaded wearing such an ill-fitting piece of clothing, Jay decided to go along with his boyfriend’s desires. Although it would surely make him feel humiliated, Jay knew that it would keep Arturo happy and prevent any disagreements to dampen the cheerful Christmas vibes, so he got up and made his way towards the bathroom… completely unaware of his boyfriend’s horny plan.

Entering the bathroom and flicking on the light, Jay cringed as he saw his own reflection. While he certainly didn’t have piss-poor self-confidence, the oversized tank top clearly wasn’t helping in terms of making him feel small and insignificant. As he looked down at the fabric, Jay began to inspect the garment to even figure out where Arturo had even gotten it from.

Looking inside the neck hole of the tank top, Jay was quickly able to identify the size (XL) and also the manufacturer: The S-C Shop. While he had never gone into the shop himself, Jay had seen it recently having its grand opening during one of the couple’s mall excursions and thus could understand why Arturo would go to check the place out. While he was happy to see Arturo seemingly find a new shop he enjoyed visiting, Jay couldn’t help but wish that his boyfriend could have picked a better gift for him.

Despite these reservations and qualms about the garment, Jay was eager to get the whole experience over with. So with haste, the man quickly pulled off his pajama shirt and replaced it with the oversized tank top before he could get a good look at his weak physique. Unfortunately for Jay though, the oversized tank only emphasized his weak and small physique as the man found himself essentially swimming in the garment. Just as the man began to make his way out of the bathroom to allow his boyfriend to see himself, Jay audibly gasped as he suddenly found himself stuck in place.

Looking down towards his feet, Jay was completely confused as to why his feet seemed to be superglued to the floor. No matter how hard he tried to tug and pull his feet away from the tiled floor, there was no budging occurring. Looking into the mirror as he frantically tried to understand what was going on, the man was forced to stare at his weak and rather pathetic-looking body with no ability to look away.

The man desperately wanted to flee and cry out for his boyfriend’s assistance, but unfortunately the rigidity that had locked his feet in place had quickly spread across the entirety of his body. His limbs and vocal chords defied his every attempt to get them working. No matter how hard he tried, the man couldn’t even squeak out a single word due to how his throat had essentially closed up.

With nothing under his control except for his anxious hyperventilating, the man could only stare in place as his body began to change before his eyes. While it had been a depressing sight to see himself in the black tank top, that was evolving before his eyes as his body continued to bulk up. He could only watch in disbelief as each muscle group transformed and inflated in time with his rapid exhales. Those frail and tiny arms were expanding at an unbelievable rate, giving him thick forearms, bulging biceps, and impressive trap muscles that were befitting of a gym rat. Not only that, but as he continued to look at himself, a tingling in his hands alerted Jay about some more intriguing changes. While he didn’t know it exactly, his hands began to shift and alter to give him alternate fingerprints along with the addition of calluses that wouldn’t seem out of place on a weightlifting jock.

As the transformation progressed, his chest and torso were the next areas to undergo changes. While his torso initially lacked any sort of prominent musculature, this was quickly being fixed via the addition of pectorals and abdominal muscles. While he couldn’t really see the addition of the abs due to the fabric covering them, he could still feel the queasiness in his stomach that notified him of the warping occurring to his lower torso. But although he couldn’t see the growth of his abs, his pecs were another story as they were prominently growing before his eyes. With each breath, his chest grew thicker as his torso widened out to help make the shirt fit better on him. Looking intensely into the mirror, Jay was absolutely flabbergasted to watch the curved rectangles of muscle push forth from his body along with the sudden appearance of his nipples poking through the fabric due to his chest growing so grand.

For the rest of his transformation, he couldn’t get a good view of what was happening to him, yet he could certainly feel what was going on. His smaller cock began to grow longer, snaking through his sweatpants to suddenly give himself something he had often thirsted over: a visible penis line. While he wasn’t even fully hard, Jay couldn’t help but be thankful for this aspect of the change. Surely, he would never have to argue with Arturo about being the top!

However, this joy began to change to discomfort as his lower half began to undergo its final changes. His thighs thickened to extraordinary levels, giving him muscles that could easily rival those of professional wrestlers while also straining against the once incredibly loose lounging sweatpants he was wearing. By the time the changes were done, these would certainly be one of the few pieces that could fit on his oversized new body. While Jay didn’t exactly know how this was happening to him, he could certainly theorize a few possible reasons behind this but knew that there could only be one person responsible for the change. Given the fact that Arturo had picked this present to be the one given early, along with the glimmer in his eyes as he watched Jay head into the bathroom, the former nerd immediately knew that his boyfriend had done this to him somehow. And although he lacked the scientific explanation as to how this was happening to him, it was abundantly clear to Jay that the tank top was responsible for this. 

Distracted by his growing ire at his boyfriend’s actions, the man was completely unaware of the remaining changes on his legs. His calves were quickly packed with muscle, leaving the area diamond-shaped by the time they had been altered. Lastly, his feet cracked and contorted as they wiggled by their own accord. With the addition of several inches both in length and width, there was certainly no way that Jay could fit into his size 10 shoes any longer. Due to the lack of awareness of the continued leg growth, the man was completely unaware of the fact that he had grown several inches in the interim. The formerly 5’6” man had skyrocketed to an impressive 6’2”, which now made him taller than Arturo and the majority of his original friends and family.

But while this was going by unnoticed by the transformee, the sudden shifting in skin tone was quick to grab Jay’s attention once again. Although this was just assumed to be a tan at first, the Asian jock quickly began to realize this was not the case as the skin began to shift tone and race. With a look of pure disbelief on his face, Jay was absolutely flabbergasted to watch himself suddenly gain the appearance of a Caucasian male. While this was strange to watch as his still-strikingly Asian features remained in place, this was quickly remedied as his face underwent some significant restructuring. As his nose narrowed, cheekbones emerged, and a cut jawline manifested onto his face, it was horrifying for the man to lose every single semblance of his identity before his eyes. While this was certainly a “conventional” display of male beauty, Jay still loathed the way he looked and how he had lost his darker hair and been forced to deal with darker blonde shade that seemed wholeheartedly stereotypical of a white jock. 

However, as he attempted to lean in to look at himself, Jay quickly realized that he had gained some form of mobility yet again. While his feet remained firmly planted on the ground and he still lacked the ability of speech, the man was suddenly able to move his torso, arms, hands, etc. It was a great relief to be relieved of the shackles of this seemingly magical garment, but he still had no idea what to do.

Both curious and annoyed, the man’s eyes darted down in the mirror as he stared at his arms. While he hated jocks due to his experiences in school, there was this tiny voice in his head emerging that began encouraging him to accept this new body that he “deserved” to have. Although he wasn’t still 100% on board, Jay couldn’t help but experiment with his new physique as he tensed his arms and watched the biceps flex. There was something somewhat comforting in the thick veins that emerged from the action that made Jay begin to relax into a calmer state. As he lifted up the tank top to check out his lower torso, the man allowed a dumb grin to manifest onto his face as he popped his pectorals and ran his weathered hands along the ridges of his abdominals.  

Now quickly giving into the new voice within his head, the enchanted tank top began to implement the final step of the transformation - the personality rewrite. With each flex and pop of a pectoral, information about Jay’s life began to drain out of his brain and be replaced with more “relevant” information. Instead of knowing about organic chemistry and comic books, Jay’s mind was replaced with a rolodex of workout routines and diet plans. It was alarming at first as the new jock suddenly found himself recognizing that something was happening to his brain, but that one small hole poked into his persona quickly overpowered his resistance. Shrinking at an exponential rate, his mind became a black hole for every tidbit of nerdy information as his memories, knowledge, and general IQ was drained. After closing his eyes due to the sudden excruciating pain, the mental changes were finalized as Jay, the boring and unexciting nerd was fully erased and replaced with Jay, the confident yet dumb & arrogant yet charming jock. 

Upon opening his eyes, it was abundantly clear that the new persona was in full control based on the dopey yet cocky grin that emerged on his well-sculpted face. Despite such an intensive transformation, there seemed to be no remnant of the former Jay as the cocky jock persona began to make itself fully apparent. Immediately, the new man set his sights on his hunky reflection as he began to have an impromptu flexing session.

“Aw damn bro, you look good!” he said arrogantly to himself as he flexed his arms and felt the pure strength contained in those muscles that would surely struggle against any sleeves he wore. “Fuck, this bod is so swole!” he chuckled with his deep and booming new voice, quickly dropping his sweatpants down to the floor and revealing his nude lower torso. Tensing his legs, Jay was definitely impressed by what he saw: his quads were massive! After remembering all of those implanted memories of working hard in the gym, he couldn’t say he was surprised by the intense musculature he now possessed. He was a hard worker and determined to be the biggest hunk of the gym, as evidenced by the tree trunk thighs and diamond-shaped calves he now possessed. Clearly, the man didn’t skip leg day, unlike other chumps in the gym who only worried about filling out their t-shirts.

Jay’s narcissistic admiration of his body was quickly interrupted by the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, as he loudly sang along to some pop renditions of classic Christmas songs in the living room. Despite being a badass in the gym and in the bedroom, the superhero-sized hunk couldn't deny that his nerdy twink of a boyfriend was his personal Kryptonite. Along with the twinky nerd’s submissiveness in the bedroom, there was something about the natural twinkle in Arturo’s brown eyes that made Jay become even more dominant and physical (especially when Arturo looked back as the bodybuilder passionately pounded his ass). 

Now eager to get out of the bathroom and go back to spending time with his boyfriend of several years, the new Jay pulled on his clothes and made his way out of the bathroom. As he passed down the hallway towards the living room, Jay’s attention was temporarily caught by the various photos that hung along the walls. His quick trip down memory lane clearly displayed just how intense Arturo’s reality-shifting and body-morphing tank top was. Various vacation trips that the couple took were replaced with the new hunky Jay, wearing a near-constant outfit of various tank tops and athletic shorts. 

Moving further down the wall, Jay smirked to himself as he came across various framed photos of the couple at comic book conventions. But instead of two geeks in cosplay like the original couple used to do, Arturo remained in the same costume while the new bodybuilder was now clad in either skintight spandex or a revealing outfit that left little of his impressive physique to the imagination. Hehehe, I remember that night, the cocky bodybuilder’s dumb inner thoughts said as he looked at one photo, as soon as we got back to the hotel I tore him out of his Spider-Man cosplay and fucked his brains out! 

While originally the remaining photos on the wall were solely focused around their numerous comic book convention visits, there was now another type of photo added into the mix. Now, there were multiple photos that showcased a tanned Jay on a stage in a slew of different speedos. Given the reality shift and body transformation, it made more sense for the new Jay to spend the majority of his time doing bodybuilding competitions to further his professional career (along with the occasional silly comic book convention appearance to make his boyfriend happy).

However, as he began to finally make his way into the living room, there was one final image that fully showcased just how different Jay’s life was now: a photo of a wide-grinning Jay underneath a sign that read Jay’s Gym. Fuck, my biceps were looking big as fuck that day, Jay thought to himself as he leaned into the photo and saw those cannons for arms he now possessed. As new memories began to inform the new hunk, he quickly remembered the fact that he had opened his own gym within the past year. With the increased income from his business and the various sponsorship deals he got on social media, Jay was able to afford this spacious apartment that the couple had just recently moved into. It had always been a dream of his to own his own business, especially since he was such a piss-poor student. College was definitely out of the question given his poor intelligence and short attention span, so the man knew he had to come up with another way to make a name for himself. And I fucking did it bro, my gym is the best in town, Jay thought to himself in a self-congratulatory manner. After passing by this photo, Jay finally made his way out into the living room and stared directly into the eyes of his boyfriend.

* * * * *

As soon as Jay made his way out into the living room, Arturo let out an auditory gasp at the final result of his handiwork. Not only was his boyfriend now the hottest man Arturo had ever seen, but he had no memories of ever being a nerd (which made it even hotter)! Although he felt slightly bad for erasing the former Jay, those thoughts quickly were pushed aside as he realized just how much he had actually saved the relationship. There wouldn’t be any more arguments about sexual intimacy, as Arturo had actually paid the shop owner extra to make sure that the new Jay would have an increased libido and sexual appetite. Just the thought of multiple fuck sessions in a single night left Arturo’s modest cock beginning to immediately start leaking pre-cum.

“Hey babe… how do you like the tank top?” Arturo asked, looking up to his boyfriend and giving off a wide smile while trying to pretend as if nothing had changed since Jay’s life-changing trip to the restroom.

“Oh, it looks rad as hell bro! What do you think about it though, Ace?” Jay’s dimwitted voice replied, eliciting a mighty twitch in Arturo’s pants as the man cockily flexed his mighty muscles.

Now exposed to the whole package of the body, voice and attitude, Arturo was obviously quite turned on by what he had done to his twink of a boyfriend. Hell, even though he wasn’t a big fan of nicknames, there was something about the way that Jay called Arturo “Ace” that made him quickly accept his new nickname. 

“Well,” Arturo said, standing up from the couch and making his way over to his hulking boyfriend, “I think you look sexy as hell”. After using his right hand to feel up the man’s ripped physique, Arturo’s hand soon began to slide underneath the waistband of Jay’s sweatpants as he quickly did a tight grip around the man’s impressive manhood. Hearing his boyfriend’s deep voice moan and groan from his touch was quite amusing given the clear size difference, but it was even hotter when Jay quickly flipped Arturo around and pressed him against the nearest wall. 

“Oh fuck,” they both said in unison, with Arturo feeling Jay’s rigid cock rub against his bubble butt as Jay quickly felt up his boyfriend’s slender arms and toned torso. For both men, it was abundantly clear that the size difference between them was a prominent turn-on.

However, before the couple could pursue their intimacy further, an alarm ring of his phone caused Jay to pull back and fish out the phone from his sweatpants. Checking the notification and the time, he quickly realized that it was time to update his social media feed with some new content. While he was also a smart business owner, he was also a savvy social media influencer that knew how to weaponize his beauty for his own personal gain. “Yo babe, it’s time to take a pic for my socials. Grab your phone and let’s give my followers what they want!” Jay said to Arturo, which given the natural deep tone of his voice felt more like an order rather than a statement. But Arturo was more than willing to follow his boyfriend’s orders, he had actually been wanting that from the very start of the relationship!

With a gleeful smile on his face, Arturo bundled himself up in his winter coat as he took Jay’s phone and followed him out to the backyard of the apartment complex. Licking his lips in pure lust, Arturo watched with glee as Jay pulled off his tank top and revealed his shirtless torso. While the cold weather meant that they had to get the photo quickly due to the risk of frostbite and hypothermia, Arturo couldn’t help but wish he could savor this moment for as long as he could. The way in which his boyfriend naturally flexed his muscles for the camera like he was a lifelong professional was one of the most erotic things Arturo had ever seen. It was incredible to think that the modest and body-conscious Jay was now a white jock who had no problems lifting up his arms and showing off his torso and armpits for the camera.

But while the devious boyfriend was somewhat annoyed to watch the photoshoot finish up as Jay pulled on the tank top and hid away his impressive physique, this annoyance didn’t last long by the time they returned to the apartment. With haste, Jay took immediate control of his boyfriend, his naturally submissive Ace. After ripping off both Ace’s and his own clothes, the couple quickly found themselves entangled in sheets as they both admired each other’s bodies. It took no time at all for Jay to grab a condom, lube up his manhood and bury his thick cock deep into Ace’s needy hole to satisfy their shared sexual appetite…

As the two men continued to embrace the new power dynamic that had been gifted to them (now with much more defined submissive and dominant roles), both men felt completely content with their relationship. In many ways, they would both awaken on Christmas morning both having their wishes of a smoother bond manifested (although the new Jay would have no recollection of anything but his strong and highly physical relationship with Ace). Of course, Arturo was incredibly thankful for the last-minute present he had gotten that had revitalized his relationship. But by the time the horny twink would get around to returning to the shop to thank the clerk who helped him, it would be too late. By then, the store would be completely vacated and somewhere brand new to help the next worthy individual…

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A Change of Perspective: Trey

This over-7,000 word story was a request written for @tf-lover​, here is his original request / prompt.

Hey man, as you know I've recently jumped into a new body and I just wanted to say thanks again for your help finding it. Sure I used to be a skinny white British dude, but man does this new body feel hot as fuck! Being black now is kinda trippy, but I'm slowly getting used to it and the new gym routine to keep up the muscle. Since I'm about to hit 2k followers I thought everyone might like to know the story of how you found it for me?

Hey there, glad to hear that you’re enjoying your new body. It was certainly a rather dramatic transformation, but it definitely seems as though you’ve adapted to it surprisingly well. Before we proceed, let me just officially congratulate you on reaching the 2k followers milestone! While I would have totally been willing to give you a new body for such an achievement, I’ll gladly do your suggestion of telling both of our followers how you’ve gotten that awesome body…

So, for as long as I had known you, you had been fairly open with me about your annoyance in regards to your body and life. When it came to your body, there wasn’t much body positivity due to your nerdier appearance, which had really dampened your self-esteem. Hell, not even your favorite suit jacket with its gorgeous blue and gold pattern could make you feel better about your body anymore! 

Yet despite such a desire to look great and feel good about yourself, you always found yourself too nervous to take the first step towards bettering yourself. As New Years rolled around and you began to make your list of resolutions, it wasn’t much of a shock to either of us that working out was at the top of your list. So, as you pushed past your anxieties, you finally stepped foot inside your local gym and purchased a year-long membership.

Although you were already planning on joining the gym closest to you, your thirsty self couldn’t resist telling me that one of the main determining factors towards picking that specific gym was also due to the fact that Akino, an insanely gorgeous and buff Asian man who worked as a part-time model, was also a member of the same gym. The man was an absolute dreamboat to you, especially because of his broad and thick pecs and biceps. Just being able to say you went to the same gym as him was a hot enough concept to you, but it was even more hot as you found out that your schedules often synced up to the point where you worked out around the same time. This erotic factor only increased as you couldn’t help but sneak a few passing glances at the man’s body as he stripped out of his clothes to slip into his workout gear.

While I was quite happy to hear that you were still going every day, my mood quickly soured as you revealed that you hadn’t really done much besides standing around while trying to work up the courage to get on a machine. Then, when you had finally gotten around to doing one of them, you refused to put any sort of weight to challenge yourself due to your fears of embarrassing yourself in front of all the other gym-goers. Of course though, you knew that part of this embarrassment and tendency to stand around on the gym floor was because Akino was there easily pushing through every routine he did. To make matters worse though, the guy was always super nice and had even introduced himself at one point, but your anxieties and intense crush had caused you to grow anxious to the point of stuttering for a bit before fleeing towards another area of the gym. Obviously, I could relate to such issues of insecurity and slight jealousy to the point where I deeply sympathized with you, but it was somewhat annoying that the disconnect between mind and body was hindering you so badly. As a result, I told you that I’d find a way to help you feel less awkward in the gym.

Since everyone had assumed that my stories on Tumblr were just erotic hyperbole, they had no way of knowing that I had actually been gifted with real transformative powers. Although I had powers that I would surely love to use constantly, I found myself constantly desiring a lower profile and thus only using these powers sparingly. But I had deeply sympathized with your dilemma, so I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to finally help out a fellow writer and friend.

Given our close friendship, I had a pretty good idea as to what kind of guy you’d like to become. But despite knowing for sure what you should become, I still found myself scrolling through social media in search of the perfect person to base your new body around. After a bit of a search, I finally realized the perfect body for the new you. Although it would require a racial change, a quick refresher through our previous conversations made it clear that this wouldn’t be much of an issue for you.

So, as you headed to bed to prepare for your teaching in the morning, I was working tirelessly to give you your dream body. At first, the changes were simple as your muscles began to slowly inflate. But with each passing second, this inflation was quickly gifting you with a physique that would make even the cockiest of jocks intimidated. Your arms were growing to immense sizes as your biceps grew to resemble bowling balls, your shoulders looking like boulders, and your forearms thickening with obvious strength. Even as the inflation caused your muscles to strain against your increasingly tight pajamas, my powers had made you sleep peacefully throughout the entire process with absolutely no knowledge of what was occurring to you. 

Each inhale and exhale caused you to gain an impressive pectoral shelf that had caused your shirt to become incredibly constricting. This constriction only grew more intense though as your torso widened while your stomach was quickly dotted with a sculpted eight-pack.

The changes then progressed downwards as your bottom half underwent its own transformations. Every inch of your body in this area was eager to grow bigger, as your cock, ass, thighs, calves, and feet all lengthened to impressive and intimidating results. Your baggy pants were now functioning as capris given the increased height you had been gifted, but they were now also skin-tight due to having to participate in an intense battle between your globular ass cheeks, a 10.5 inch cock, and meaty thighs.

With the muscle growth now completed, the racial change was the final aspect to affect your body as the transformation quietly completed. Despite having your head shoved deep into the pillow, the darkening of skin and shifting of features first began there. Your light brown hair began to darken as the style shifted to give you a fresh fade, with the hair retracting into your scalp slightly to shift the straight hair into more tight curls. While the hair on your head was contracting to give you a more fitting style to match your new ethnicity, the transformation compensated by allowing trimmed facial hair to emerge all across the lower half of your face. As your nose widened slightly and lips grew thicker, your snores began to shift as well to go from a lighter tone to something that resembled a deep grumble. Another thing changing while you were completely unaware were the updates I had made in regards  to your sight. With a body this gorgeous and hunky, glasses seemed like such a boner killer, so I gave you perfect 20/20 vision to prevent that from ever happening. 

As this deep brown tone continued to spread across your entire body, it brought with it more smaller yet important changes. Your nipples darkened to become just a few shades darker while your body hair from your armpits, pubes, and legs grew darker as well. With the darker pigmentation finally finishing up on your longer and wider feet, the transformation finally finished. 

Due to the distance and complexity of the change, I soon found myself growing increasingly tired to the point where I was just barely able to make it into bed before finally passing out. As I fell into a deep slumber, all I could hope for was that you’d be happy with the results in the morning…

* * * * *

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Immediately you jolted awake, gasping loudly as the alarm sounded with shocking intensity. Sitting up and trying to catch your breath, you had absentmindedly grasped onto your cell phone from the bedside table to turn off your alarm. As you turned off your alarm though, you suddenly found yourself quite confused by the highly melanated hands that you now possessed. While still trying to wrap your head around the confusing sight, you quickly flew into a tailspin as your phone screen locked and you could stare into the dark screen. Looking at the equally dark-skinned face with completely different features from the ones you were used to, you loudly cursed in shock. Tossing your phone to the side and jumping out of bed in disbelief, the insane tightness of your clothes soon made itself known as you could feel the fabric constricting against practically every inch of your body.

Upon hearing a loud pop and watching something fly across the room, your eyes darted downwards towards your body to find out what had happened. Gasping in shock, you were completely flabbergasted to find that your clothes were practically painted onto your body. Around your chest though, there was a wide gap between the two sides of your fabric pajamas which led you to realize that you had somehow popped a button. However, that wasn’t the strangest part though. The thing most deserving of that title was most definitely the hefty chest, bulging biceps, and thick thighs that you now possessed. The tightness made absolutely perfect sense now that you saw yourself, but that still did nothing to explain what had happened to you. 

While continuing to think back to the events of the night prior, you found yourself recollecting the conversation we had along with the promise of me finding a way to help you. Was it possible that Nate actually had powers? Grimacing due to the pain of your outfit, you eventually grabbed onto your phone and fired off several frantic messages my way asking me what had happened. Of course, I knew that this was what you wanted (and deserved), so I took the opportunity to try and calm you.

“James, it’s all good. It doesn’t really matter how I did it, does it? I knew you wanted a body that you’d feel proud of having, so I gave you one that would allow that. Why don’t you put the phone down and instead take the moment to enjoy yourself and the sights of your new body?”

Although you were still naturally curious for answers, you couldn’t deny that what I was saying was true. Being this bulky would certainly make you no longer feel intimidated about going into the gym! So, as a small smile began to creep across your face, you locked your phone and brought it with you back towards the bed. But given the constant pain and discomfort you were feeling in your pajamas, you immediately knew that you had to find a way to get them off of your new and improved body.

Despite your best attempts, you found yourself unable to pull them off due to how tight they were against your body. As you looked at the bulging biceps that were barely staying inside the long-sleeved shirt you were wearing, you quickly realized that there was another solution for this problem. Grabbing onto the collar of the shirt, you began to viciously tug and tear the shirt to shreds. “Holy shit!” you cried out, immediately stopping as you heard the deep and rich bass coming from your mouth.

While dropping the tattered shirt to the ground and taking a moment to look at your new physique, you couldn’t help but continue to talk aloud due to your overall shock. “I can’t believe he did this,” you said, causing your own manhood to begin to harden just from the sound of your own voice, “this is a dream come true!”

While continuing to make small talk with yourself just to continue testing out your new voice, you peeled off your tight pants until you were only stuck in the already-tattered remnants of your underwear. Eager to take a breath and attempt to understand it all, you sat near the edge of the bed and looked down at yourself. All of this beefy muscle, your friend had given it all to you! 

Obviously, the whole experience was quite erotic, so it was very rare for you to pull your attention away from your new physique. But on one of those few times, your eyes caught sight of a bedroom mirror you had recently put in place. Taking the opportunity to look at yourself from another perspective, you grasped onto your phone and pulled open the camera while staring at your reflection. You looked fucking HOT!

You knew that you were extremely hunky now based on the quick glimpse of your reflection in the phone screen, but the perspective of the mirror just fully showcased just how hot and impressive you were now. Clearly, no one would ever judge or question you when you were working out in the gym with such a big body!

As you focused back onto the phone in your hand, you took the opportunity to unlock it and pull open the camera app. You knew your face was undeniably handsome now, but you desperately wanted a better look! So, as the app opened and you turned on the front-facing camera, you got the first glimpse of your new face.

Immediately, you couldn’t resist pursing your lips and mutter “Oh fuck I’m gorgeous” under your breath while continuing to stare at yourself. It was shocking to you still that I had actually been able to transform people this entire time, but obviously you weren’t mad because why would you ever look a gift horse in the mouth? Speaking of mouth, a wide smile allowed you to get a great view of the pearly white teeth you now possessed.

Despite how fun (and erotic) this entire situation was, your mind quickly reminded you of the fact that you were supposed to be at work! Your job as a math teacher was something you enjoyed, but it was still annoying to deal with such early hours and rude superiors. Your boss wasn’t the nicest person towards you, that being the main reason why you had never called off since you first started working at your current school. But given the situation, you knew that you had no other choice. You clearly couldn’t show up to work given your new identity. No one would ever believe you were really James no matter how hard you tried to convince them!

So, after getting over some slight anxiety and panic about doing it, you finally picked up the phone and dialed the school. Of course, as soon as your boss got on the line, you immediately found yourself stumbling and attempting to speak your intended words. But after a few attempts, you were finally able to inform her that you were sick and unable to come in. Unsurprisingly, the woman wasn’t too happy, as she was quick to complain about how you were affecting her negatively.

But as the woman continued to complain, you grew more and more annoyed by her antics. As you looked into the phone and gave a look of confusion, you quickly interjected and told her that you couldn’t come in and that would be the end of the situation. Before she could even respond, your annoyance had caused you to end the call and toss the phone across the bed.

With that dilemma now handled, you now found yourself eager to go out and experience life as a hunky black man. But given just how small and twinky you used to be, you knew that you had practically no clothing that you could wear given your much larger size. Just for your own curiosity, you attempted to try on your favorite jacket. But unfortunately, the jacket’s size was way too small for your wider biceps and boulder shoulders. In fact, you could only get it partially up one arm before you began to hear the sound of straining fabric. Luckily, you were able to find a formerly oversized tank-top in the back of your dresser along with a pair of athletic shorts, so you quickly pulled them on and headed out to go shopping for some new clothes.

To my amusement, you were eager to share this experience with me as you sent me multiple videos of yourself trying out outfits ranging from workout gear to professional-looking outfits. I knew you looked great since I had changed you, but it was great to watch yourself grow more confident with each outfit you tried on. Plus, it was interesting to see your new style develop into something that looked so effortlessly casual yet hot against your much darker complexion.

While the choices of t-shirts, shorts, and pants were quite stylish already, it was actually your underwear that became one of the biggest examples of how your style shifted. You were completely overjoyed to try out various styles and types of underwear to figure out what looked great on you. Of course, you got some briefs that were in colors that went well with your skin tone, but your sudden interest in jockstraps made you want to try something new. Now that you had an extremely perky ass, huge cock, and meaty thighs, it wasn’t a shock that you found yourself drawn to the more skimpy kind of underwear.

Just as you had expected, the jockstraps all looked great on you, especially as the bands of the jock perfectly framed your perky yet firm ass. Although there was a slight struggle in terms of trying to get your incredibly large cock to stay inside the pouch, it was all worth it as soon as you took a look at yourself in the mirror. The white jockstrap provided a stark yet erotic clash with your highly melanated skin. It was still such a shock to you to think that just the previous night you had fallen asleep as a white nerd, but the vision of your new self looking this good was working well in terms of helping you accept your new self.

So with several items in hand, you made your way towards the cashier with a beaming smile. Although there was a tiny voice inside your head telling you to narrow down some pieces you wanted, you were quick to push those thoughts to the side. This was an absolute once-in-a-lifetime experience, so if you had to dip into your savings to afford a new wardrobe, then so be it!

Upon checking out, you wrapped several of the bags around your meaty forearms and exited the store to return back to your place. After hanging up many of the pieces, you pulled out a pair of athletic pants and a red tank top to change into. You knew that you would look incredibly sexy in them, especially since your chest seemed to be on the verge of bulging out of the tank at any second when you first tried it on!

Now with your form-fitting outfit on, there was an impressive pep in your step as you boldly entered your gym. Luckily as you went to swipe your card, you were able to cover up the section of your ID with your old portrait on it to avoid any interrogations from any of the staff as to why a hulking black man was in possession of a white man’s gym pass. With this potential crisis averted, you continued your stride with a wide smile as you entered the locker room to put away your gym bag and spare set of clothes.

Exiting out of the locker room now and entering the bustling gym floor, you were both anxious yet excited to immediately get to work. So, for the next hour or so, you made your way through almost all of the gym machines to better understand what your new body could do. To your surprise, each time you touched the specific machine, a flood of information emerged within your mind. It was an extreme kind of muscle memory, as your body automatically navigated around the machines and took the appropriate stances. But while you were gifted with such sudden yet vital knowledge, you still weren’t entirely confident about how much you could lift. So, you opted to start small and incrementally add weight to each routine until you started to feel any sort of challenge.

Of course, there were a few judgmental and confused stares sent your way as other gym-goers watched you lift weights that were clearly way too light to provide any sort of challenge. But to your surprise, you finally gathered enough courage by the fifth round of stares to tell them that you were just “starting slow” before getting into more intense routines.

As you continued to add to the intensity of your workout in terms of both routines and weights utilized, it shocked you to realize just how easy and comfortable it felt. It was incredible to watch as your biceps bulged, pecs tightened, and thighs tensed with each additional routine you did, but it was the perfect kind of motivation for you to keep going and push yourself until you were absolutely dripping in sweat and feeling a soreness all over your body (which felt oddly nice to you).

After an hour or so of your first real workout, the intense burn you felt all over your body finally began to inform you that it was a good time to stop for the day. Clearly, you had outperformed any of your previous trips to the gym… in fact you had severely exceeded expectations! So as your lips split into a wide grin, you put away your weights and retreated towards the locker room.

As soon as you entered the room though and began to make your way towards your locker, that overjoyed look quickly broke as you caught sight of Akino. Cautiously observing from afar, you watched as the man sat on a bench, his body nearly nude if not for the towel wrapped around his waist. With such a prime view, you couldn’t help but gawk as the man’s hefty chest heaved with each breath, the remnants of water droplets continuing to flow between through the crevice of his pecs and down his equally buff torso. It was such an erotic sight that your thicker hands couldn’t even stop themselves from moving down towards your crotch and absentmindedly fondling your rapidly hardening dick.

However, this wide-eyed observation had caused you to forget the bulk of your body as you slowly leaned towards a set of lockers to get a better view. Before you knew it, the bulky weight of your new body had caused you to lean too far and smash against the set of lockers, causing all eyes (including Akino’s) to direct towards you. But while these other eyes were staring directly towards your face, you soon found yourself realizing that Akino was staring elsewhere: the crotch with a visible penis line that you were still messing with. Gasping in shock, you quickly pulled your hand away and stared directly into the Asian hunk’s intimidating face. Offering a simple yet stuttered apology, you couldn’t help but blush as you awkwardly moved away from the populated area in haste. Even though you could hear Akino trying to say something to you, your anxieties refused to let you stop your travel towards your locker near the back of the room.

Angrily cursing under your breath, you couldn’t help but slightly ram your head against the locker and groan in annoyance. Even with a super hot and buff body, you couldn’t even talk to your crush! So much for muscles providing me with confidence, you thought to yourself as you pulled open the locker and began to undress. As much as you loved the visual of your sweat-soaked clothes clinging to your body to showcase your physique, the sensation it provided was not one that you enjoyed as much. So, you hastily pulled off the soaking wet tank top and dropped your shorts and underwear. Looking down at yourself, you couldn’t help but take a moment to admire your increased manhood. This body had provided you with both a thicker and longer flaccid cock, but you were both turned on and overjoyed to realize that you still had more growing to do based on the rock hard cock jutting forth from your crotch. Just that slight bit of attention that Akino had paid to you was enough to get your cock rock hard and leaking pre-cum, so you could only imagine just how horny you could get when you actually acted on those impulses and desires! Surely, you were going to have a blast at your place later before bed…

While you could honestly spend all day toying around with your new cock, the noise of some fast approaching footsteps caused you to quickly divert your attention towards getting dressed once again. So, after pulling on a pair of briefs, you were able to pull on a pair of joggers just as the individual made it to the same row of lockers as you. To your surprise though, the person who rounded the corner was one of your teacher friends. But despite knowing him, it became very clear that the man did not know the new you as he said nothing as he made his way past you to begin putting things in his own locker.

Although you were somewhat turned on by this revelation, you also couldn’t deny that it was quite sad to realize that your friend had no way of knowing who you really were. Given how quickly you had been to accept this gift body from me, you hadn’t really taken a moment to see some of the downsides of the change. Clearly, you couldn’t go back to teaching at the same school given your new appearance and how would you be able to interact with your family when you’re suddenly a hunk of a different race? As you watched the man continuing to change, you couldn’t help but think “Was it possible that this was a bad idea? Should I ask Nate to turn me back?”

While you were deep in thought about what to do next, you were quickly broken out of it by your teaching colleague clearing his throat. Coming back to reality, you quickly realized that you were staring directly at the nerdy and awkward man as he had been changing. As the man asked you what was going on, you tried to figure out something to say. Obviously you couldn’t tell him the truth, but you knew you could possibly do something that involved him interacting with you for a moment just to give the impression of your former friendship. So, after taking a second to think, you asked the man if he would be willing to take a photo for you. As he cautiously agreed, you made your way over towards one of the benches and sat down as he began to snap some photos. Not only would you be able to interact with your friend for a moment, but it would also allow you to have a photo or two to commemorate the first day of your new life and first real workout. After thanking the man, you quickly pulled on a shirt and made your way out of the locker room to head back home. 

Upon arriving, your gurgling stomach informed you of its desire to eat. So, as you attempted to navigate your new body through the already-small kitchen, you began to prepare a healthy and fulfilling meal. But just as you finished up and were getting ready to finally eat, a knock on the door interrupted you. So, moving very quietly (as much as your creaky floorboards would allow), you made your way to the front door and peered through the peephole. Standing at your front door was one of your other friends, a female teacher that worked at your school. While trying your best to raise your voice to hide the new deep and rich tone you now had, you awkwardly attempted to construct some sort of story of how you got food poisoning and weren’t feeling well. 

But no matter how hard you tried, the woman was relentless in her desires to see you. Continuing to bang on the door even though she knew you were on the other side, the woman boldly stated that she wouldn’t be leaving until she got to see you and know that you were ok. While you were obviously not in the right condition to show her that the James she knew was a-ok, it seemed as though she wasn’t willing to leave you alone until you opened the door. So while cursing under your breath, you slowly unlocked the door and pulled it open. As expected, the woman went into absolute hysterics as she saw the body of a gorgeous black man inside of her nerdy white friend’s apartment. While you had been expecting an intense interrogation from her as to why you were here, you were both relieved and pissed off to watch as the woman screamed and cried out in shock before running away. The woman’s behavior was totally not acceptable already, but you couldn’t help but be annoyed still by the fact that she was unable to tell that you were still you (despite the different body). Shrugging your shoulders and rubbing the back of your neck, you slowly closed the door and locked it as you attempted to go back and eat your food.

Upon finishing up your meal, it was clear to you that you weren’t really happy with the situation I had provided for you. Sure, you had the body of your dreams and the motivation to workout now, but it had caused your entire life to essentially be destroyed to the point where it seemed like it wasn’t worth it! So, you spent the next hour or so ranting to me about the situation and demanding a solution. Clearly, you were annoyed about not being able to have the same relationships you had previously, but you were also annoyed about still not being able to talk with Akino and now having absolutely no identity. Obviously, I was quite understanding as to why you felt this way, so I promised that I would fix it as soon as possible with my goal of having it fixed by the time you woke up the next morning.

Just as I had promised, as soon as you fell fast asleep, I immediately went to work in terms of remedying the issues you had presented about your new body. Clearly, I needed to find a way to merge this new body with your old life. While this would surely cause a few changes to occur to fix reality, I went ahead with the changes so that you could finally get the happiness you deserve…

As you awoke the next morning and shut off your alarm, you were relieved to see in your phone’s screen reflection that you were still the same hunky black man you had fallen asleep as. After reading my messages that verified that I had done as you had asked, you were quick to pull up your social media accounts and grab your wallet to verify that everything had been changed. While it was true that I had allowed you to keep the same body I had given you, that had also forced me to make some more changes to your life. Firstly, you soon realized that your name was now Trey instead of James, and secondly it had seemed like you had aged 3 years to become 25 now. While you weren’t too mad about the slight age progression, you knew that the name change would be something that you’d have to get used to. Surely though, you knew that you’d come around eventually and love it just as much as your old name.

A brief scroll through your relationships section on Facebook showcased two incredibly shocking changes. The first one involved your family, because instead of your formerly white father, your social media now indicated that reality had shifted to give you a black father to make sense behind the racial change you had endured. While this was shocking by itself, it was even more shocking to you as you saw the text “In A Relationship With” placed right next to a familiar looking face: Akino!

Scrolling through your photos, you were able to see a slew of photos that showcased you still working at the same school and both you and Akino going on dates and seemingly competing on stage for some bodybuilding contests. It was both erotic and shocking to see how I had rewritten reality for you, but it was something that you were relieved to have now. While it was true that this change required you to lose your math knowledge to instead become the school’s head gym teacher, you overall didn’t mind losing that information as I replaced it with dieting plans, workout routines, and bodybuilding tips. With this information now in your mental rolodex, I was able to help you keep the same friends and occupation while being able to assist the same kids you taught (just in a different way now).

Now incredibly eager to get ready for work, you headed into the bathroom and began to shower. By the time you had finished up and started drying off, you were shocked to find a message sent to you by Akino. Opening it up, you were incredibly turned on to watch a video of your new boyfriend washing and massaging his massive pecs in the shower. While this was hot all by itself, the caption accompanying it (“can’t wait to see you and that cock of yours tonight babe…🤤”) was enough to get your dick rock hard in seconds flat.

After taking several minutes to formulate your own flirty response and accompanying photo of your aforementioned cock, you quickly switched apps to send a message to me. Thanking me for giving you a new life, you stated how much you appreciated what I did for you. Without a doubt, you knew that you would always be happy now. Setting your phone back down then, you headed out towards your bedroom to start preparing for your first day as Trey, the hottest gym teacher and bodybuilder in the area who was the constant recipient of thirsty stares from anyone ranging from students, teachers, to fellow bodybuilders! 

While you had originally planned on taking a quick shower, it wasn’t much of a shock that you found yourself getting distracted. As soon as you removed your clothes and looked at your reflection, you instantly became transfixed by both your rich deep skin tone and hulking body. It was hot to experience this whole situation as a one-time thing, but now it was absolutely erotic as fuck to you now knowing that this would be the same body and life you’d wake up to every morning. Not only that, but reality had been shifted to give you the buffest boyfriend of your dreams. And based on the looks of it, you were the top in the relationship!

Such erotic thoughts were enough to get your intimidatingly long cock rock-hard as you started to wash up every inch of your body, but based on Akino’s message, you needed to save up that pent-up horniness to unleash onto your man! So you remained on your best behavior as you quickly finished your shower and began to dry off back in your bedroom.

Upon doing so, you took a moment to search through your closet and were both shocked and relieved to see what was inside. Your previous purchases were still there hanging up in pristine condition, but overnight you had gained a complete wardrobe full of lavish and high-quality clothing fit for a buff hunk. Despite having to still get ready for school, you took the opportunity to play dress-up for a bit. The way the soft fabric grazed your chocolate-toned skin was quite hot to experience, but even more so when seeing just how form-fitting each piece was against your pecs, biceps, and thighs. The fabric had no other choice but to bunch up on your arms slightly, but you quickly accepted this, especially since it just made your arms look even bigger!

After a good 10 minutes, you had finally settled on an outfit, a white dress shirt and a pair of patterned dress pants, and quickly headed into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Upon having some coffee and a protein bar, you quickly grabbed one of the many satchels you now possessed and headed off to work.

Throughout the day, you were both shocked yet overjoyed to see how similar yet different your new career was. While you were now a gym teacher rather than a math teacher, you still found yourself teaching the same group of students and interacting with the same teachers that you enjoyed hanging out with prior to your transformation. It was a relief to have reality shifted to match your new body as you were excited to now be able to continue to motivate these students that you had formed something of a bond towards. Although now it meant encouraging them to finish a set of pushups rather than some kind of advanced math question, it still felt like highly important work that you were doing. Ideally, you’d be able to convince these students to adopt healthy lifestyles to the point where they could have bodies like yours without having to rely on magically-gifted friends!

Upon returning home from a long yet exciting day at school, you soon found yourself growingly more and more anxious about your date with Akino as time passed. While there was a slight relief that you guys were actually a committed couple in this reality, it was still not enough to remove your few remaining insecurities about interacting with such a naturally intimidating and hunky man. Scrolling through your phone though in an attempt to relax, you took the moment to take a trip through the text conversations you as Trey had with Akino. To your relief, there was a bunch of info within those texts that allowed you to learn more about your long-time crush and understand his sense of humor and type of affection. He was a rather direct man when it came to expressing his desires or sharing views of his body, which made it even hotter to know that he was submissive towards you / Trey.

With 30 minutes until the time of their scheduled date at what you learned to be your favorite bar in the area, you finally got back on your feet and headed into your bedroom to change. Despite clearly looking quite presentable and attractive with your current outfit, you were a man with a body that didn’t deserve to wear the same look twice. So, after some searching you quickly pulled on another outfit and checked yourself out in the mirror. Damn, you thought to yourself while staring at your reflection, no wonder Akino wants me so badly. While this originally was meant as sarcasm on your part, the more you thought about it after saying it, the more truthful it felt. With your charming yet slightly dorky personality paired with such an impressive physique, it wasn’t shocking that a man that had never paid you any mind prior was now hopelessly devoted to you. You were the total package!

This confidence boost seemed to be the exact thing you needed to kick your ass into gear towards finally finishing up getting ready for the date. As you glanced into the mirror one last time, you smirked at your visage before leaving your place and heading towards the bar.

* * * * *

As you walk hand-in-hand with Akino back towards your place, you can’t help but have the goofiest smile on your face. Your observations in the mirror had definitely influenced you greatly by giving you the confidence necessary to be Trey, especially as you stepped foot into the bar and saw Akino waiting for you. You didn’t know what had possessed you, but you found yourself easily approaching the man and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Even when you could feel a few wandering eyes stare at you, you paid them no mind as you slid your tongue deep into Akino’s mouth and used one free hand to grasp onto his firm yet perky ass.

This natural confidence continued to exude off of you as you easily began to lead the conversation and interact with the man that had magically become your boyfriend. Despite this sort of forced connection that I had manifested for you, there was nothing forced about the natural chemistry between you two as you chatted and talked about anything involving your day. While you talked about various funny experiences you had with the kids at school, Akino was quite excited to fill you in about the various encounters he had during his job as a personal trainer at the same gym that you’re a member of.

Upon drinking enough alcohol to finally cause your bulky bodies to feel a bit tipsy, the two of you made your leave from the bar and returned back to your place. To your shock, Akino was the first one to make a move as he quickly pulled you in for a kiss and pushed you up against the wall. However, not one to be outdone, you quickly asserted yourself by pulling the man in and lifting him off the ground as he wrapped his bulky legs around you. Biting your lip, you used your newfound strength to your advantage by pushing the man against the wall and ripping the front of his dress shirt off to reveal his gorgeous physique. Continuing to stand there with him wrapped around you, your mind couldn’t resist thinking back towards his message from this morning. 

“You said you wanted this cock didn’t you,” you said aloud, a clear teasing tone coming from your voice as you set Akino down and slowly undid your pants. As they fell to the ground along with your underwear, Akino’s face quickly shifted into one of pure lust as he instinctively licked his lips. “Get on the bed babe, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” you continued, chuckling to yourself and giving your boyfriend a wink as he easily followed your orders by pulling off his clothes and assuming the position on your bed.

Staring at the man’s spread ass upon walking into the bedroom, you wished that you could fuck it nonstop! For hours though, you put up a good fight, consistently shooting load after load into your pleading boyfriend’s hungry hole. Each and every time, the final thing to push you over the edge was the same thing - Akino’s screams of how much he loved you and needed you. Even though you had only really known him from afar until today, you knew that you also loved him as you both fell back into the bed exhausted. As you gave one more passionate kiss on the lips, the two of you quickly dozed off to sleep. But while Akino immediately started dreaming about having more fun in the bedroom, you yourself were having a dream that showcased how blessed and incredible you are. You had been given your most desired body and life, and in the end, you were the happiest you had ever been. If every day was as fun as this one had been, life as Trey would be an absolute dream come true…

* * * * *

Overall, it was a great story to share and I’m happy to hear that you’re still loving your new life! I knew how angry you would have been if I did some secret mental changes to help you adapt to life as Trey, so I’m relieved to see that you were eventually able to gain the levels of confidence you had always wanted to have. It surely couldn’t have been hard to get when you’re such a buff hunk and dating an equally sexy bodybuilder! Anyways, congrats on 2,000 followers and I’m hyped to see more of your future changes. Given what you have been gifted, it’s nice to see you using your own powers to help others just like you. Here’s to many more people being given their dream bodies and lives!

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Influencing The Influencer

Hello there everyone, this is a story that I’m pulling from my Patreon vault from March 2022 for public release here on Tumblr. If you enjoy the story and would like to see more content like this, please feel free to click here to subscribe to my Patreon.

For 34-year-old Tom, there was nothing he enjoyed more than helping people become their best selves. Either in-person or through social media, the relaxed and kind individual absolutely loved guiding individuals to becoming their best and truest selves. In fact, there were a fair amount of popular social media influences that he had helped guide, but none of them compared to Chris Nelson.

To Tom, there was nothing hotter than a cocky and hairy dude, so it was no surprise that with Tom’s help, Chris became a permanent resident of the #1 spot on Tom’s list of hottest men. With incredibly masculine and intimidating tattoos, the man was easily able to appear cocky and scary upon first glance. But even though it was true that Chris was a fairly self-centered dude, Tom loved it… especially since Chris absolutely had plenty of reasons to be so cocky now! Besides encouraging him to get those tattoos and grow out his body hair, Tom’s forward-thinking mind had helped the man become even more attractive by encouraging him to develop a healthy workout routine at the gym and a prominent self-care routine at home. The end results were absolutely flawless, as Tom’s influence was able to give Chris an incredibly buff physique along with a well-trimmed and thick beard that just further complimented his already attractive face.

While there usually wasn’t any sort of ulterior motive for these acts of kindness that Tom provided, he soon found himself rewarded one day by helping a young man who revealed himself to be some sort of warlock-in-training. His powers hadn’t fully developed to the point where he could transform himself, so Tom’s assistance in terms of helping him begin a gym regime and gain more self-confidence was extremely appreciated and thus deserved to be rewarded.

After talking with Tom for a bit, the warlock soon learned the truth behind Tom’s eagerness to help others: he himself had body image issues and constantly wished that he could be someone else. So, as the warlock suddenly had an “aha” moment, he quickly jumped to his feet and began to flip through the pages of one of his many spellbooks. Upon finding the right one, the warlock instantly cast a spell that gifted Tom with a magical ability: the gift of possession.

Given his general disbelief in all things mystical and magical, Tom still found it hard to believe that he had been gifted with such an ability until the warlock dared Tom to run into him. Unsure yet willing to give it a shot, Tom did as he was instructed and charged towards the man, closing his eyes in preparation of slamming his 220 lbs body off of the equally bulky warlock and tumbling onto the ground. However, just as he braced for impact, he suddenly found himself calmed with a sensation of full-body ripples. Confused, he opened his eyes and found himself still standing upright, but now in the body of the Asian warlock who had dared Tom to run into him.

In complete shock, he desperately flailed about in hopes of freeing himself from the man’s body. Eventually though, he was able to find a solution by pressing himself out of the warlock’s back and returning to his physical form of the black and Alabama-raised Tom. While now armed with such a seemingly powerful gift, Tom decided that it was finally time to be a little selfish and test drive some of the many bodies that he had helped mold into prime specimens of masculinity.

Of course, given Chris’ position on Tom’s list of hottest men, it was no surprise that he was the first man that Tom contacted about meeting up. Not realizing that anything sketchy was afoot, Chris enthusiastically agreed to meet up the next day for a “hang” in the park.

After a rather challenging search for a parking spot the next day, Tom finally made his way out of the car and towards the agreed-upon location in the park. Stopping as he began to enter the gated tennis court, he waved towards Chris to showcase his arrival. As the man ran towards the gate to greet Tom, the magically-gifted man couldn’t help but swoon as he watched the man’s ripped body jog over to him. Staring as the man’s pecs wobbled and his biceps bounced with each footfall was such a turn-on to Tom, but even more so when realizing that soon he would be the one in control of that body.

“Hey dude, how are you doing?” Chris said, taking a few deep inhales and exhales as he looked towards Tom. While he wanted nothing more than to answer the question, Tom’s gaze was permanently transfixed on the man’s complexion as the sweat-induced glistening of his skin indicated that the man had already been working out prior to Tom’s arrival.

Not wanting to waste any more time, the two men finally found themselves on the court and began to play some tennis. In between each grunt and groan of whacking the ball back onto the other side, the two continued to make small talk while catching up on each other’s lives. Tom’s life wasn’t nearly as eventful as Chris’ given the fact that Tom was able to quickly summarize his life in just a few volleys back and forth, but Tom didn’t feel too bad. With his boring life out of the way, this would just allow Chris to continue expanding upon his own life so Tom could as seamlessly as possible continue doing Chris Nelson’s daily requirements.

After two matches where Chris absolutely demolished Tom, the two men opted to take a water break while continuing to make some small talk. While it was nice to continue to make some small talk with the person he helped influence, Tom couldn’t deny that he was just constantly scanning the area for the perfect time to make a move. He wanted so badly to be the resident inside that hunky flesh that it was all he could think about!

As Tom continued to sip on some water, Chris’ cocky self attempted to show off his tennis prowess by bouncing a ball onto the racket while consistently flipping it. Unfortunately though, this plan quickly backfired as the ball fell off of the racket and fell away. Watching as the man turned his back away from Tom to retrieve the ball, the black man finally found the perfect opportunity to possess the tattooed hunk. Setting his water down, Tom immediately ran at a breakneck speed directly into Chris. Groaning in discomfort as a sudden pressure emerged in his back, he could only grimace and twitch as Tom squeezed his entire body into the man and took complete control. While this occurred, Chris’ head dipped downwards as his soul was pulled into a deep state of unconsciousness to leave the body an empty husk.

Not long afterwards though, the man slowly brought his head back up and opened his eyes as he returned to consciousness. However, as Chris looked at his hands and flipped them back and forth before using them to feel up his body, it soon became clear that Tom was now the one in control. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Tom purred, his shorts beginning to immediately tent as he heard the cocky yet energetic voice coming out of his mouth. Lifting his arm up in horny curiosity, Tom leaned his new nose towards the sweaty armpit and took in a moment to smell the natural odor of his new body. Like a child sniffing a marker, Tom felt as if he was experiencing a new kind of high.

Taking a moment to look down at Chris’ tatted up and buff physique, these new hands began to eagerly explore the terrain by squeezing the muscle upon tensing up and flexing. It was just as erotic as he had envisioned, especially given the fact that he had done in broad daylight and there had been absolutely no witnesses. But as his new cock continued to leak pre-cum against his hairy thigh, it quickly became clear that he needed sexual release and he needed it now.

Running towards the fence where both men had left their belongings like their phones, keys, and wallets, the new Chris Nelson scooped up everything in his arms and made his way over to the hunk’s sportscar that he had seen countless times on social media. Unlocking the door and hopping into the front seat, the desire to get off was getting even more intrusive in his mind. Quickly realizing that he had no way of returning home before he’d cum, Tom thanked the heavens that the windows of the car were extremely tinted as he frantically pulled down his shorts to begin beating his meat.

Looking down upon dropping his underwear to the floor of the car, the man was immediately impressed by the girthy and long manhood jutting up towards him. Chris easily had a dick that could rival that of porn stars, with Tom estimating that the man was at least 10 inches long. “Fuckkkkk,” he moaned as he wrapped his right hand onto the throbbing manhood and began to slide it up and down the shaft. Despite so much real estate to cover with his hand, it only took a minute max before Chris was shooting out thick ropes of cum that immediately coated his still-glistening body.

After a quick search through Chris’ gym bag, Tom was able to quickly clean himself and speed off out of the park and towards his brand new life as Chris Nelson.

* * * * 

Since his possession of Chris Nelson over a month ago, Tom had been quick to adapt to the life he had so easily taken over. Of course though, everything wasn’t complete smooth sailing as he struggled to fully replicate Chris’ cocky and occasionally intimidating personality. But through a quick conversation with the warlock who had gifted him this power, Tom was able to learn how to pull up parts of Chris’ repressed personality and memories to help him better acclimate to his new life.

As a result though, after a week of struggling, the fans were relieved to see that Chris Nelson was seemingly back to his old self of creating humorous TikToks and making weekly podcast episodes. But while the fans were certainly happy to see this return to form, they were even more excited to find that the man was feeling even more liberated when it came time to showcasing his body. Given Chris’ already inflated ego merging with Tom’s own ego, this new Chris Nelson was quick to recognize just how damn sexy he was. Due to this, his socials soon began to lean in even further to the thirst traps that he posted, but now instead of every couple of months, it was practically every other day! No one was complaining though, especially as the fans were quite eager to share their own demands for Chris to open up his own OnlyFans and share more of his glorious body to his adoring fans.

While Tom was rather fluid when it came to his sexuality, Chris’ overbearing ego and heterosexuality was making quite a dent in terms of his desired sexual partners. While it was still hot to imagine using this bulky body of his to top a man, Tom was allowing Chris’ personality take charge and help him understand more about just how great straight sex was. Although the intercourse was still something he was adapting to, Tom absolutely loved the power trip that he felt when he would bring back women to Chris’ place and take charge in the bedroom. Watching their dainty hands and well-manicured fingers run along his buff and sculpted torso was quite erotic to watch, especially since it just made him feel even bigger than he already was.

Even though the idea of living life as Chris Nelson forever seemed like a dream come true, Tom couldn’t resist the concept of trying out another body soon. He still had quite the repertoire of men that he helped mold into the undeniable hunks they are today, so it seemed that soon enough he would be leaving Chris to give another man’s body a test drive…

Patreon Update (April ‘23)

Hello there everyone, hope anyone reading this is doing well. I totally meant to post this last Friday, but things have been super hectic and I completely blanked on it. Sorry about that!

Thank you for all of the support and love that you’ve given the Influencing the Influencer series and Dad, Be Careful What You Wish For over the last month! Those stories were really fun for me to make so it’s nice to pull them from the Patreon vault and see that y’all enjoy them as well.

Speaking of Patreon, here’s a summary of the stories I released there last month. If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it!

 Finally In Front Of The Camera

This vault story was originally released in March 2022 for the Clarke tier. After a year of exclusivity, it's now become a $5 story.

For years, obese 76-year-old Ernest had been constantly bullied by his staff and the arrogant actors he worked with for his appearance. Although there weren't many actors he enjoyed working with, he loathed nothing more than having to work with the egotistical bully that is Frank Grillo. After an accidental electrocution causes them to swap bodies though, Ernest is eager to give the man some much deserved revenge and ridicule...

Tags: Body Swap, Humiliation, Actors, Muscle Growth, Weight Gain

Revenge of the Nerd (Part II)

For Britney Farmer, there's nothing worse than getting her weekend plans ruined... especially when the interruption comes from her pathetic class partner Mitchell. Despite her annoyance, she still opts to come to Mitchell's apartment so she can make her way to the evening's frat party. Unfortunately for her, Mitchell has a plan for revenge that will end up making her more at home with the frat...

Tags: Female to Male, Gender Change, Muscle Growth, Revenge

Sauna Swap (Part II)

While stuck in the sauna with his client, Alek is momentarily unaware of the fact that their bodies are slowly turning into each other. Upon the appearance of a hefty gut rather than his defined abs though, the personal trainer rushes to escape and figure out what's happening him as he continues to change...

Tags: Body Swap, Age Progression, Weight Gain, Muscle Theft

The Leader of Talokan (Part I)

Eager to have a tropical vacation far away from his quaint town, Henry opts to travel to Mexico upon getting an incredible deal at a five-star resort. Halfway into his trip though, the man finds himself in the middle of a battle between the Mexican army and a slew of blue-skinned warriors named the Talokanil. Upon getting caught watching the battle occur, the warriors hold the man hostage before forcing him to drink a special potion that change his body in more than one way...

In case anyone is confused - this is a story set in the MCU where Henry finds himself turning into the primary antagonist of the newest Black Panther film. Part two will follow the aftermath of Henry's transformation as it leads directly into the events of the movie.

Tags: Muscle Growth, Racial Change, Superhero, Marvel, Fan Fiction

The Body Shop (Part III)

Upon accepting Theo's offer to fully test out the female bodysuit, Peter finds himself  desperate to take things to the next level. Along with this, Theo's true motives behind his assistance with Peter is revealed.

This is the final part of this smutty trilogy.

Tags: Bodysuit, Gender Change, Male to Female, Mental Change, Reality Shift

The Baseball Team’s Newest Switch-Hitter II

“Hey Craig, did you not hear me?” Seth inquired, trying to get his transformation subject to respond to his previous statement. “You don’t remember being a college sophomore or the fact that we’ve been friends for years? Do you have a concussion or something?” 

Sitting there for a moment, Craig tried his best to think about what the other man was saying. Ever since he first stepped foot in Seth’s dorm room, his mind has been struggling to wrap his head around the simple statements that Seth made about him. Although he thought this was just due to his dim-witted nature, the reality of the situation was that Seth was a jock who seemingly had an ability to alter people’s bodies and reality to reflect those changes. Originally stepping foot in this dorm room, Craig had been a 34-year-old average African American man. But due to Seth’s magical words, he had regressed back to 19 and gained significant muscles to turn him into a college jock. 

“Oh uh, that… sort of sounds familiar,” Craig said under his breath, unaware of the fact that his memories of his old life were being replaced with the memories of a 19-year-old jock who was best friends with Seth. 

“Yeah, that’s right bro, these college exams must be fucking with your head or something, I can’t believe you’d forget something like that!” 

Eliciting a deep chuckle, Craig responded to his best friend’s statement. “I guess so, classes are so fucking stupid though dude,” he exclaimed, gritting his teeth as he recalled the fact that he had an 8-page English essay that he still had to do for this pompous asshole named Mr. Reynolds. Although he knew that he wasn’t the smartest student around (he recalled how ever since middle school he was always a student who averaged a C / C- final grade), Craig knew that Reynolds was just being a stubborn old asshole since he was probably just jealous of how popular and hunky he was. Clearly, the man didn’t have the best time in school, so he had to take it out on normal people like Craig just because being sociable and studly came innately for him. 

“True, but not all of college is bad right?” Seth continued, breaking the man out of his thoughts while moving over to his mini-fridge and slowly opening it. Upon watching Seth reach into the fridge, Craig observed as the jock pulled out two cans of Guinness beer. “We can party, play sports, get wasted, and fuck absolutely anyone we want. You know what, take a beer and destress dude. You definitely look like you need it,” he said, extending an arm out and offering the drink to the transforming dorm worker. 

Although he reached out and took the drink from the jock, Craig couldn’t fight the feeling that drinking in a dorm room was wrong. “Uh, I don’t know dude, I don’t want to get caught by some nosy-ass RA,” he said, looking down at the can and trying to fight his intense urges to crack it open and immediately guzzle it down. 

“Now c’mon man, when has the threat of getting caught ever stopped you from drinking some beer? It’s in your Irish veins bro, you can’t resist getting drunk!” 

In response, Craig’s mind began to undergo a severe transformation to replace his memories of being brought up in an African American household. With reality twisting and bending to match what Seth said about him, it didn’t take long before Craig’s recollection of his new life emerged. Instead of growing up in rural Alabama, the transforming man was reminded of his status as a Midwesterner that was born and raised in Michigan. Not only that, but this new life had also changed his family until he was now the descendant of some Irish immigrants that moved to the United States in hopes of a better life. 

As such, the man’s body began to undergo some severe revamps to match this new identity. Firstly, the man’s skin color began to immediately lighten, starting from the man’s feet and moving up. So as Seth patiently waited for the man’s changes to become visible to him, it wasn’t until the change reached his arms that he was able to witness Craig’s racial change. Within a few minutes, his complexion underwent a severe transformation, growing from a rich brown shade to a nearly pale tone. 

Upon finishing up this transformation, two more changes began in tandem: the shift of his facial features and the alterations for every inch of hair that covered his body. As his lips and nose grew narrower and he gained prominent dimples, there was a sudden change in the man’s skull as he gained a more angular jawline that left him looking incredibly masculine. While the changing of his facial features neared its conclusion, every follicle of hair from the man’s head to toes began to shift in shade. Although Craig still maintained a curly hairstyle, the consistency and color shifted until it became a lightly curled ginger-colored head of hair. This lightening in shade continued down through the man’s body as all of his body hair and facial hair lightened to turn him into a red-blooded Irish man. 

Despite how his entire mind and body was altering under Seth’s phrasing, Craig believed that nothing was amiss with himself. Instead, he recalled his friend’s last sentence and tried his best to formulate a response. “Oh uh, you’re totally right bro. I could drink you under a table with ease,” he jeered, allowing one of his wide hands to slap the brunette on his thinner shoulders while the other hand used its fingers to finally crack open the beer can. Continuing to smirk at Seth, Craig gripped onto the beer can and took a long swig of beer, smiling as he savored the alcoholic flavor as it flowed down his throat. 

“Yeah, it’s no wonder why you’re the biggest party animal on the entire baseball team dude,” Seth responded, returning Craig’s physical contact with his own slapping of the ginger’s broad shoulders. But as Seth continued to chuckle and wait for the man to embrace his new identity of a baseball jock, his smile began to falter as the ginger suddenly began to hyperventilate. 

Upon hearing the concept of becoming a star player on the baseball team, Craig’s personality rushed back to prominence in his mind given just how far of a leap Seth had attempted to change him. Craig didn’t have an athletic bone in his body, so the concept of playing professional sports in college rather than some intramural activity for fun was a literal shock to his system. But while this was shocking in and of itself, Craig was understandably in awe as he looked down at his right hand and noted the beer can that was squeezed around his now pale and ginger-haired arms. “Uh what the fuck is happening to me, Mr. Lewis?” he cried out, immediately setting down the beer can on top of the mini-fridge and observing his now-Caucasian limbs. 

Needing to act fast, Seth tried his best at attempting to get the man back under his magical suggestion. Obviously he couldn’t let the dorm worker escape the room and reveal his abilities, so Seth needed to finish the transformation as quickly as possible. “Uh Nolan, why are you calling me by my last name? We’re literally best friends, that’s why we’re rooming together. Don’t you remember meeting on the baseball team back when you were a freshman and me complimenting you on your batting average? You’re literally one of the best players on the team!” 

Although in his mind Craig tried his best to remain in control and flee from this trashy dorm room, Seth’s power was too overbearing for him to prevent. No matter how many mental barriers he tried to put up to prevent the jock from completely erasing his identity, Seth was able to easily destroy them and alter the man’s mind as he saw fit. So as he felt his identity begin to lose dominance in his mind, Craig forced his eyes shut and tried to envision his family one last time before everything faded to black. 

With the ginger-haired jock’s mind now completely empty, the lack of control caused his body to immediately tumble back and fall into the clothing-covered bed that he had once been sitting on. But this didn’t last for long though, as the identity of Nolan O’Connor began to quickly fill up the empty noggin. Just like Seth, Nolan was another cocky jock who loved nothing more than flaunting his muscles, flirting with any woman he met, taunting any dweeb or fag that dared to look at him longer than he liked, and being a lazy slob of a human being. 

Speaking of flaunting his muscles, this became especially clear to Seth as the unconscious man’s clothing began to shift before his eyes. The tattered dress shirt that he wore faded away in seconds, leaving nothing but the man’s shirtless torso for the magically-gifted jock to ogle at. The most severe change came to his pants though as the khaki fabric shortened and changed consistency and color until they became a mesh pair of blacked athletic shorts. Continuing to look at the man’s shifting shorts though, Seth was suddenly finding himself realizing that the man was wearing no underwear as he could make out the outline of Nolan’s cock through the mesh holes. 

As the new jock’s mind began to finalize its transformation, the dorm room underwent a few slight moderations to better fit in with this new reality. Posters of nearly nude Playboy models quickly appeared on his wall, while the closet was filled with a slew of tank tops and other athletic wear. However, Nolan’s bed also found a few more sweaty clothes manifest on top of the comforter, with the odor of one of those rancid articles of clothing causing the brand-new jock to finally re-awaken and sit up. 

“Fuck dude, how long was I out for? I don’t even remember falling asleep,” Nolan grumbled as he stretched out his arms. As he went through a deep yawn, his closed eyes made him oblivious to his new roommate’s poor attempt at keeping a straight face. 

“Oh uh, not long at all man. We were just having some drinks until you passed out during our chat about school,” Seth responded, licking his lips in delight as he watched the ginger-haired jock finally sit up and naturally grab his half-drunk beer can off the top of the mini-fridge. Before Seth could say a single thing towards the jock, he instinctively chugged the remainder of the drink before crushing the metal can with his thick and meaty hand and tossing it across the room into a trashcan. 

“Goddamn bro, that shit was good,” Nolan purred, patting his stomach for a moment before abruptly stopping. Out of nowhere, the room was suddenly rocked with a loud belch as Nolan smirked to himself. Although most of his friends struggled to carry their liquor, the ginger-haired jock was infamous for being able to drink countless beers and still not feel even the slightest hint of a buzz. While he was sure that his descendants weren’t happy to see that his Irish genes were so beneficial in this regard, Nolan felt no desire to really be an outstanding individual. 

He was a self-proclaimed idiot, so the only reason why he was even at college at all was due to his immense talent with baseball. He was a great batter and even more impressive when it came to working the outfield, so it wasn’t a shock that he was able to get a full-ride scholarship to this college despite his barely passing grades. 

Upon moving back towards the bed, Nolan felt no inner desire to not be himself around his best friend and teammate Seth. As such, it was no surprise for either of them as Nolan instinctively reached his hand behind him and then underneath the waistband of his shorts as he squinted his face and began to scratch his ass. 

Throughout the entire experience, Seth couldn’t resist chuckling as he watched his creation behave just like he envisioned him to. Despite being a fairly athletic guy due to being on the baseball team, the brunette jock wasn’t the most popular individual around. So, when that worker came in to remove him from the dorm, Seth wasn’t afraid of leaning into his family's gift of altering bodies and reality to get rid of the man while also giving himself a hunky best friend. In fact, with this new friend and roommate, new memories informed Seth about just how great Nolan was at being a wingman. With that hunky ginger jock there to help him sweet talk the various women he met at college parties, there was barely a night that went by without both of them returning to the dorm with a woman that they each eagerly fucked for several hours. 

But despite their obvious attraction towards the opposite sex, Seth’s status as a closeted bisexual had also altered reality to make Nolan a dumb himbo who was willing to fuck or be fucked by anyone he deemed attractive enough. In this new reality, Nolan viewed Seth as the most attractive man he had ever seen. Numerous memories of Nolan eagerly pleasuring or being pleasured by Seth filled both of their minds, so much so that it didn’t take long before both men were instantly sporting throbbing boners as they continued to make small talk and look at each other. 

“Hey bro,” Seth said with a mischievous grin, “how about you come over here and take care of your roomie?” 

Upon hearing such an appealing concept, Nolan couldn’t resist flashing a dopey grin before eagerly standing up and making his way over to his roommate. As Seth reached out his hands and began to rub along the ginger’s ripped abs and pecs, Nolan looked down and bit his lip as he reveled in the man’s touch. Although he was most certainly no fag, Nolan couldn’t deny that he enjoyed spending such intimate time with Seth. Luckily, Seth said “no homo” before every time they interacted, so Nolan’s conscience was cleared from any inner torment as he remained blissfully content with his status as a womanizing heterosexual. 

In fact as Seth stood up and unzipped his pants, that sacred mantra was once again repeated as he allowed his underwear and pants to fall to his ankles and reveal his average-sized cock to Nolan. Before Nolan even had time to respond, Seth reached up towards the man’s head and firmly gripped into the man’s curly ginger locks. “Be a good boy and take care of me first,” Seth sensually demanded, giving Nolan a slight wink as he pushed him down to his knees to let him immediately get to work. Although it would only take a few minutes before Seth came and shot his load down Nolan’s overeager throat, the moment would feel like an eternity for Seth as he tried to savor every second. To his relief though, this wasn’t all of the fun that the two of them would have though, because as soon as they cleaned up they’d be dressing up and heading out to another college party before finding some gorgeous cheerleaders for each of them to bring back to the dorm and fuck. Then from every day after this until their graduation in the next few years, this process would continue for Seth and his brand new switch-hitter…

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Influencing The Influencer III

As Tom made his way out of the bedroom and towards the front door of his hotel room, the magically-gifted man couldn’t help but take a moment to check himself out of the mirror one last time. It had been over a month since his bar hookup, which had originally been meant to be his last hurrah as Chris Nelson before Tom moved onto a new body the next day. Unfortunately for Tom though, the man he had planned to possess had to cancel at the last minute, so he was left for the next few weeks trying his best to find a replacement body to take over. 

While there were certainly countless men in North America that Tom could have taken over, the time he had spent trying to find a replacement body had caused him to begin expanding his scope until it became an international endeavor. Although this only added more potential men for him to become to his list, Tom soon found himself quickly narrowing down his selection until there was only one man left: Max Biechl. 

Given the fact that there would be no reason behind their meeting since Max had a career as a German real estate agent, Tom found himself trying his best to formulate a plan that would allow them to meet. Despite Chris’ popularity as a content creator, the man wasn’t obscenely rich since Tom was still forced to continue Chris’ night job as a security guard at a bar. But after pulling a few strings and dipping into the man’s savings, Tom purchased a one-way flight to Germany and secured a meeting with Max under the guise of wanting a European home for him to visit whenever he was free. Obviously Tom had no intention of purchasing a house from the man, but Max was completely clueless as to the real reason behind their meeting. 

So as he exited his hotel room and made his way out to the busy streets of Cologne, Tom quickly hailed a taxi and gave the address to the location where he was going to meet Max. Given the fact that he wanted to keep his attempt at purchasing a house realistic, he opted to pick the cheapest residence that Max had for sale. Upon arriving at the residence and exiting the cab though, Tom could understand why the house was the cheapest place as the house was fairly rundown in terms of the exterior and looked incredibly small in comparison to the other houses that lined the block. 

But once Tom took note of the front door opening, the man continued his performance as an interested buyer while watching Max and a well-dressed female step out. Eager to meet such a hunky and well-dressed man, Tom quickly extended a hand towards Max and smiled as the man nodded and shook it back. “It’s a lovely house huh?” Tom said with a slight chuckle, awaiting for Max’s response but coming up empty-handed. 

Turning his attention towards the woman, she kindly informed Tom that Max isn’t well-versed in English and she was asked to tag along to be the translator between them. As such, she quickly dominated the conversation with Tom as she allowed Max to lead the way and translate what he said to Tom. Throughout the entire tour, Tom found himself less interested in the house and more focused on the deep Germanic tone coming out of his mouth. To the American, nothing seemed hotter than a hot stud speaking a foreign language, so he was understandably annoyed as the woman’s voice continued to overpower it while explaining what he was saying. Given his annoyance, he wanted nothing more for her to disappear so he could finally possess the hunky and oblivious realtor. 

Luckily, Tom found his wish coming to fruition sooner than he expected as the tour finished and the woman asked the man about whether she needed to get the purchasing paperwork from her car to finalize the deal. Realizing that this was the opening he was looking for, Tom enthusiastically replied  “I’ll take it!” before smiled at both individuals. 

“Excuse me for a moment then, I’ll be right back,” the woman said with her accented voice, turning on her heels and quickly pacing out of the residence. With a prime opportunity for possessing the man emerging with the woman now out of the way, Tom couldn’t resist smiling slyly as he slowly shifted orientation towards Max. Watching as the German man had his back turned towards him while doing something on his cell phone, Tom quietly slinked up closer like a predator preparing to pounce on their prey. With his grin widening to extreme levels, the man closed his eyes and dived straight into the man’s back. 

“Scheiße!” the man cried out, frantically tensing up and arching his back while trying to resist the intense pressure that was permeating through his back. But despite how frantically he flailed his arms behind him to try and stop whatever was happening, Tom’s skill at possession meant he was unstoppable against the German man’s feeble attempts. Given the fact that the woman would surely be coming back soon along with Max’s continued grunts and loud cursing, Tom found himself no longer delaying the inevitable and finally pushing the entirety of his bulkier body into the smaller German man before being consumed by total darkness. 

While inside Max’s body, there was an intense feeling of discomfort and extreme tightness that Tom picked up. Given their clear size difference and Chris’ own bulkier build, the possession of such a lankier man was the source of clear discomfort for Tom. But as time went on, this feeling slowly melted away as if his bulky frame was being stripped of its innate musculature for the time being to be a better fit for his new host. As that tightness finally faded from existence, a sudden sensation of tranquility and comfort pulsated through Tom as the process completed and he found himself in complete control of a brand new body. 

Opening up his eyes, Tom instinctively looked down and chuckled as he saw the man’s snazzy suit covering up his taut and buff body along with the pair of outstretched light white hands. Tom’s enjoyment of the racial change element was on full display, his eyes fully focused in on those hands as they traveled up his clothed torso to feel the muscle underneath. Not surprisingly, the factors of his possession and racial change were quick to elicit a physical response through the man’s new cock, which became rock hard in a blink of an eye and strained against the form-fitting dress pants that made no attempt to cover that bulge. 

Both overly joyous and turned on by his new form, Tom couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer and thus decided to verbalize his own enjoyment. But as he tried his best to talk about how hot this experience was and how eager he was to become Max Biechl, his eyes widened as foreign words escaped his lips. “Verdammt, das ist so heiß! Daran könnte ich mich sicherlich gewöhnen,” the man said instead, causing his eyes to widen and mouth to go agape at the revelation of his new primary language. While it was certainly understandable looking back why he would have gained the man’s natural desire to speak in German, there was a slight moment of panic at the man due to the disconnect between his mind and mouth. His mind allowed him to properly think in English, but no matter how hard he tried to verbalize it, German was the only thing that could come out. Hell, Tom even struggled to say his real name, hearing his now-accented voice falter over the simple first and last name! 

As the sudden noise of heels clacking against the wooden floors of the residence, the new Max Biechl shifted his attention towards the source. With the assistant returning with a bunch of papers and manila folders in hand, she wasted no time cutting right to the point. “Where did the American go?” she asked, Tom smirking to himself as he grew relieved by the fact that he could comprehend the woman’s German speaking with his mind immediately translating them to English for him. 

Upon fixing one of his lower buttons and adjusting the suit jacket he was now wearing, Tom took a moment to formulate a quick plan to explain the sudden disappearance of Chris Nelson. “Oh, he had to go back to his hotel. Some sort of emergency, I guess,” Tom offered up, trying his best to still hide his awkwardness about being a native German speaker for the time being. It was still quite an erotic aspect of the possession, but Tom couldn’t help but wish that he’d adapt to the language shift as soon as possible! 

After her trip to go get all of the paperwork, the assistant was understandably furious about the man leaving before she could have returned to secure the deal. In fact, as the two of them made their way out of the property, locked it up, and returned to Max’s car, the woman was still going on her rant about “ignorant Americans” and talking about how she warned him about taking the meeting with “Chris”. But as he entered the car and prepared to drive off, Tom found himself instantly transfixed by his own reflection in the rear view mirror to the point where her words faded away into nothingness. As such, the man was quick to pull out the cell phone tucked into the pocket of his dress pants and take a few celebratory selfies to upload to his social media later before driving off and returning to the real estate office. 

Upon making his way back to his new workplace, Tom’s hopes of getting an easy day were quickly dashed as Max’s secretary gave him a slew of notes from people that needed to be handled as soon as possible. So as he made his way to Max’s desk, Tom found himself tapping into the man’s memories and personality sooner than expected as he began to handle the overeager or frustrated clients. Throughout the next few hours, Tom easily slipped into the role of Max Biechl and began to understand why he was one of the top realtors in the country; he had a natural confidence that meshed well with a cool and collected personality to make him instantly desirable by anyone. 

Seamlessly juggling phone calls between clients and inspection agencies or renovators, Tom was growing quite turned on despite the rather mundane work. So when the time for his lunch break arrived, Tom found himself eager to handle his sexual appetite rather than the hunger in his stomach. Using his desk chair to roll away from his desk, Tom made his way out of the room and towards his restroom with an obvious swagger in his step. Given how many people said hello to him and complimented his designer suit, Tom found himself having more and more reason behind this natural cockiness. 

Once he reached the men’s restroom, Tom quickly pulled open the door and closed it before twisting the lock to provide no interruptions. Making his way towards the long mirror that ran along the wall of sinks, the man licked his lips and smirked to himself as he began to give himself his own private show. Slowly undoing each button of his suit jacket, the man’s cock began to throb as he pulled off his suit jacket to reveal the physique that filled out his dress shirt quite nicely. Using his hands to traverse across the luxury fabric, pre-cum began to leak into the man’s underwear as he gripped and squeezed the man’s firm biceps and cupped his modest pecs. 

With his hands continuing to move down his torso, the man shivered in pure pleasure as he felt the ridges of his washboard abs until he reached the waistband of his pants. Unable to resist, he untucked his dress shirt and quickly undid his belt before tossing it aside. Gripping onto the top button of the pants, he once again put on a show by teasing himself and slowly undoing it before pulling down the zipper. As he tugged the pants down after getting stuck around his rather perky ass, Tom audibly gasped as he took in the rock-hard bulge jutting out against his tight athletic underwear. In all honesty, he had expected Max to be on the smaller side given his smaller size, but based on what he was seeing, he was even bigger than Chris in the manhood department! 

Now with a clear sight of his throbbing manhood, Tom’s striptease began to hasten as he grew eager to get to the main event. So upon quickly unbuttoning and pulling off the black dress shirt, Tom only momentarily took in the sight of his tattooed physique before pulling down his underwear and getting to work. Taking a moment to quickly spit into his hand, Tom lubed up his cock and began to passionately stroke it while staring into the mirror. Turning to his side while continued to jerk himself off, Tom reveled in the sight of his new buff white body. 

With one hand still furiously stroking himself, the man made his non-dominant hand move towards his rear end and grip onto those perky ass cheeks reflected back at him. Curious about why the man had such a perky ass, a quick search through Max’s own memories provided the information that the man had experimented between men off and on for a few years. With this revelation, it left Tom eager to revive that aspect of Max’s personality while he was in control. Clearly based on how well-built he was in both the cock and ass department, he had amazing potential as a versatile gay man. With these thoughts continuing to run through his head, this was the final trigger that caused Tom to reach climax and coat both the sink and mirror with several thick streams of cum. 

After quickly cleaning up his mess and beginning to put his clothes back on, Tom took a moment to pull his underwear and pants back on. Staring down at his torso, he couldn’t resist pulling out his phone and once again documenting the moment with a sea of selfies. While he was certainly unsure of how long he’d want to remain a hardworking (yet hunky) realtor, Tom was relieved to know that the plane ticket and other various expenses had been worth it. Although there were certainly potential issues he would experience in terms of adapting to living in Germany, Tom was relieved that he at least had Max’s memories and personality that he could pull from. So after pulling his clothes back on and adjusting his suit jacket once more, Tom gave a wink to the mirror before heading back out to his office to finish his shift.

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Patreon Update (November '23 - April '24)

Hello there everyone! Whew, it’s been a WHILE since I did one of these update / personal posts (November if my eyes aren’t deceiving me)... This certainly wasn’t my intention or anything, it’s just that my personal life has been putting me through the ringer nonstop since that last post! In addition to leaving my last job and needing to find a new one, I’ve been struggling with other stressors like severe mental health issues in addition to illness. To make matters even MORE stressful, the lease was up at my boyfriend and I’s apartment and we’ve been spending the past two months just applying to different places and trying to get all of the specifics ironed out.

As May rolls around and we finally move into this new apartment / I get a new lighter work schedule, I’m hoping that everything in my personal life will settle down so I can focus on being more active both here and on my Patreon. With my Tumblr, I’m aiming to try and do two transformation stories per month (one new mini-story like the Selfish Top Bottom story and a normal full-length story pulled from my Patreon archive). As for my Patreon, I’ve got a lot of stuff in the works including a Star-Lord transformation, a bodysuit story, and a revamped / rewrite of Helping Out A Friend – a series I started on Tumblr in January 2021 but was never able to finish. For those who don’t recall, here’s a link to the series – which follows a nerd and a frat bro swapping bodies for a semester of college to help the jock pass his final courses before graduating. 

Now shifting gears from what’s going to be coming to Patreon in the near future, let’s take a moment to shine a light on the content that I’ve created and released since November 2023! 

Usually, this tier included photo captions, but as my writing grew longer over the years, I finally realized in March that I was making things too hard on myself. Rather than trying to force a condensed story to fit the confines of an image, it’s easier for me to just write as much as I want and use the image as a supplement (or even gifs now with this change). As a result, I decided to change this tier where patrons now receive mini-stories that range from a length anywhere to 150 to 1.6k words. 

March Mini-Stories

Getting Lucky (350 Words) - Upon finding a green and yellow jockstrap in his underwear drawer, a gay man heads to his nearby gay club to celebrate St Patrick's Day. On the way, his inner Irishman is unleashed. Life Of The Afterparty (300 Words) - In the midst of cleaning up the aftermath of a prestigious award show, an aspiring actor discovers an abandoned award that causes major changes. Ginger God (150 Words) - A meek and overweight college nerd decides to head to the gym on St Patrick's Day for the first time in hopes that no one will be there. Upon swiping his card for the first time, he becomes the ginger god of the gym.

April Mini-Stories

Chris Gets Collared (650 Words) - When his dog begins acting strangely, Chris Evans enlists the help of an animal whisperer who has a unique way of helping animals be heard… Father-Son Bonding (1.6k Words) - A gruff and athletic father struggles to connect with his reserved and nerdy teenage son. Upon an argument one night, the duo wake up the next morning to learn what life is like in the other's shoes. Reforming The Police (350 Words) - Rather than helping an underprivileged area, the police force instead severely mistreats its citizens and ignores genuine problems. As a result, the community decides to reform the police in their own unique way…

Whistling The Blues

After arriving home from work one evening, Adam finds a large gift-wrapped box on his doorstep. Unwrapping it reveals a silver athletic whistle, which instantly confuses the man. To add to the confusion, blowing into the metal piece causes an ear-shattering sound to ring out that not only causes him intense pain but somehow transports him into a coach's office with plaques and trophies listing his name. As he observes the décor in hopes of figuring out what's going on, his body and mind begin to transform to give him the athletic career and manly body he had always dreamed of having… Tags: Age Progression, Daddification, Man to DILF, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift

Unleashing His Inner Daddy

Hopeless romantic Finn thought he had finally found the one when he met his co-worker Richard. Not only was the man incredibly kind and sweet, but he was also a total DILF! Despite their palpable chemistry together, their relationship had soured over the past few months due to Richard's refusal to top. On the verge of a breakup, a passionate plea magically allows Finn the chance to allow his body to match his status as the dom top in the relationship... Tags: Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Man to DILF

Unleashing His Inner Daddy II

After a passionate plea transforms the young twink Finn into the spitting image of his middle-aged DILF boyfriend Richard, the couple takes a moment to get reacquainted with each other and explore this bizarre new reality. Unfortunately for Richard though, sensually worshiping his own body via Finn allows him to not notice his own transformation into something much more submissive... Tags: Inanimate, Unintended Consequences

Watch What You Wish For

Eager to revamp his image into being a classy and sophisticated middle-aged man, Chris Pratt signs a partnership deal with a brand of luxury watches. Upon making his way to the owner's mansion to agree to the terms and do a press conference to announce the new collaboration, the actor suddenly finds himself body swapped where he's now the elderly billionaire CEO leading the press conference. Worst thing about it is that no matter how hard he tries, he can't tell anyone about what's happened to him! Tags: Body Swap, Celebrity, Middle-Aged To Elderly, Elderly To Middle-Aged

College Is Transformative: Family Weekend

Chase Richards was on top of the world. With an incredibly handsome and ripped body along with an extremely wealthy father, the college wrestler had never really encountered any problems in his 19 years of living. At least, until he was assigned Tyler as his roommate.  As the nerd and jock duo go from acquaintances to full-blown enemies, Chase struggles to comprehend why the nerd had books about spellcasting and transformations hidden under his bed... Tags: Male Transformation, Exposition Chapter

College Is Transformative: Family Weekend II

Upon finishing up wrestling practice after a fight with his roommate, Chase is shocked to find that his wealthy businessman father had shown up to surprise him for Family Weekend. As the duo head back to the dorm so Chase can change before they head to dinner, they have no way of knowing that Tyler was about to put his magical plan for transformational revenge into motion... Tags: Possession, Revenge

Henry's Beta Test

In a depressive rut, Henry is given a beta version of the Chronivac by his friend to try out. Upon getting it, he decides to test it out by trying out a few new bodies in hopes of finding love… Tags: Chronivac, Muscle Growth, Shapeshift

Henry's Beta Test II

Despite getting access to the Chronivac and thus gaining the ability to transform his body and mind in any way possible, Henry finds himself still unable to land the perfect boyfriend. As he becomes more and more desperate and depressed, the man wastes no time stooping to treacherous lows to find love… such as meeting up with his favorite thirst trap couple to take over one of their lives and cause that man to undergo an inanimate change! Tags: Chronivac, Identity Death, Inanimate, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift, Revenge, Shapeshift

The Scent of An Alpha

Going to college was supposed to be a fresh start for meek nerd Charlie Owens, but this plan is quickly derailed when he finds himself roommates with a hunky jock similar to the ones who bullied him back in high school. To make matters worse, the young man finds himself incredibly attracted to the Latino stud. After returning home one day and finding that his roommate is gone, the nerd decides to take a used jockstrap for personal use. Unfortunately, the scent of an alpha is contagious, which means that the young nerd will find himself becoming more like his roommate before he can realize what's going on… Tags: Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Nerd to Jock, Racial Change, Reality Shift

Austin Theory's #1 Supporter

Upon being picked out in a crowd at a WWE event, a young man finds himself picked to get a free meet and greet with his favorite wrestler - Austin Theory. Unfortunately for him though, Austin has a secret plan that the man has found himself the main target in. Not only does Austin have a kink for humiliating other men via taunting and flaunting his immense physique, but he also has a transformation desire that he's eager to test out on the young man… Tags: Inanimate, Dominance and Submission, Humiliation, Body Swap, Revenge

Tricked By His Tutor

After making his way home from wrestling practice, Nolan is surprised to find his math tutor Arthur randomly waiting for him on his doorstep. Thinking that the man is lonely and just wants a friend, the wrestler invites him in to watch TV, order pizza, and just relax. Unfortunately for the jock, Arthur has a trick up his sleeve (and around his finger) that will change both of their lives forever… Tags: Body Swap, Jock to Nerd, Nerd to Jock, Revenge

The Meet & Greet

After years of fate seeming desperate to prevent him from seeing his favorite musician, The Weeknd, live in concert, Noah Stevens was ecstatic to find himself able to get his hands on a front row ticket the night before a nearby show. Upon arriving at the stadium, the mid-20s fan is in disbelief upon learning that his front row ticket is actually a VIP ticket that includes a meet and greet with the musician. Although Noah couldn't imagine a greater gift, he has no idea what the universe has in store for the duo once they finally meet each other… Tags: Body Swap, Celebrity, Shapeshift, Racial Change

The Trunks of The Wild

Dr. Steve Harrison had stayed at his office long this evening. After some years of research and several expeditions he had finally found what he had been looking for. Deep within the South American Amazon jungle he and his colleagues had at last found the legendary trunks, which he had been researching for all of his work life. He had spent nearly 20 years trying to find this peace of clothing, got divorced from his wife, because she thought he spent too much time at his office and even got laughed at by colleagues.

And yet, despite all odds, he finally held the relic in his hands, which had among others inspired the story of Tarzan, the Trunks of the Wild. Though admittedly for such little clothing the word trunks was a bit stretched, it was just two pieces of cloth, connected by two thin strips of fabric. And yet he could almost feel the magic emanating from it. He stood there and inspected the trunks, searching for any trace of hormones, minerals or the like. Simply anything that would prove this thing was special in some way. But for now his test had only shown one thing on the clothing: Lots of old cum, something he was able to tell from simply the musky smell of the clothing.

He sighed in frustration. The tests all simply showed, that he had an average piece of clothing before him. But he knew it was special. All of a sudden he heard a whisper in his head: “Put us on.” The voice was deep and melodic, like someone who embodied masculinity itself was whispering into his ear. Steve hesitated. Did he really wanna do this? After all this small piece of clothing would look ridiculous on his old nerdy body. “Put us on.”, the voice whispered again, more insistent and even deeper than the last time. He didn’t have a doubt now, the voice had pushed everything out of his mind, leaving just the need to try the trunks on.

He quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, grimacing slightly when he gazed down his unsightly body. But he had to do as the voice said, so he pulled off his tight white briefs and gave his small dick a sad look. “That will change soon enough.”, the voice assured him and he quickly stepped into the Trunks. As he pulled the relic up his skinny legs, he felt the power resonating from it. Like the voice he had heard, the aura of the pants on his legs, felt like the presence of masculinity incarnate. Finally he pulled the trunks all the way up and closed his eyes.

Immediately he felt the power of the relic flow through his body and resonate with his every cell. He felt like his whole being had been set on fire, from his head, which seemed to burst, to his body, which felt like someone was trying to burn him, and even his mind, which felt like he was being pulled apart. And then he saw what was happening to him. At first he thought his skin was being burned for real, but then he realized his skin was darkening by the second. He had been white as a ghost before, just some light tan had remained from his latest expedition, but now he was nearing ebony black territory.

At the same time, he felt his shoulders being pulled apart, becoming far wider and at the same time rounding out and gaining mass, until they had a shape most guys had to work years for. While he was occupied with his shoulders, he barely noticed his waist becoming smaller, giving him an insane V-shape. To compensate for his wider shoulder, his lats and pecs grew as well, making his back look like a pair of wings and his chest like two pillows had been attached to it, the only difference being, they were hard as granite.

His stomach rumbled as the individual abdominal muscles hardened and grew bigger, slowly forming a cobblestone road of abs, which somewhere in the back of his head he was sure he could have washed clothes on. His legs transformed into two beautifully muscled, ebony tree trunks, the individual strings of brawn clearly divided from each other and powerful veins pumping blood into them. The calves, which had by now blossomed on his lower legs, looked like diamonds attached to the back of his legs and were at the very least just as hard.

The biggest change however happened between his legs. While his giant legs forced his package forward, his formerly small balls ballooned with probably the most potent cum any human had ever carried, and dropping lower than Steve’s balls ever had and rounding out to about baseball size. As the deep brown color spread to his 3 inch cock, it lengthened, hardened and widened. Veins began delivering hormone heavy blood to the growing tool, forming a net on the professors’s dick. Not that Steve saw the changes happening between his legs, the Trunks barely concealed them.

As Dr. Harrison began massaging his cock through the clothing, he could feel the fabric twist and change under his grab. While the original form of the relic would only have covered about a third of the magnificent new weapon of ass destruction, the shorts shifted to become closed at the bottom, giving the heavy weight at least some support and even concealing it and it’s two low hanging companions.

Steve was still enjoying the afterglow of his transformation, he heard the same voice as before begin a chant “Fuck, Lift, Repeat”. Over and over again the deep bass repeated the three words and they replaced the majority of Steve’s over thought’s Before long the new black stud noticed, that the voice was no longer saying the words in his mind, but that the words were flowing out of his own mouth. The same deep, commanding, confidence oozing voice he had heard before was now his own.

Suddenly S knew his mission. He’d have to go to a gym, start by breaking every record in the gym, proceed by showing everyone his superior masculine body and then take one or two guys there and show them the temple of the wild, his incredible build, with which the Trunks had gifted him. As he closed the door of his office, the name on the door began to change into that of his former colleague, erasing the presence of Dr. Steve Harrison. Now there was only S and he’d spread the message the trunks had given him and show the others the blessing of the wild.

Take from:

https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/551-the-trunks-of-the-wild/

Fully Immersive 1

Justin Watkins was starting to get desperate.  The junior mechanical engineering major needed to line up a summer internship.  Really, he needed to have one lined up months ago.  Without one, he wouldn’t be able to finish his degree in four years; that was something of a minor miracle in and of itself, as most students in the program took at least five years to graduate.  

He never envisioned finding an internship would be this difficult, especially in his field.  But the economy still wasn’t fully back on its feet, and even the biggest engineering firms were cutting back on their internship offerings.  Even though students like Justin wouldn’t be paid, the corporate world viewed time as money, and more and more companies didn’t think they could afford the time it took to babysit a bunch of college kids every summer.

It was early May, and the spring semester had only a few weeks left.  This was a race against the clock if ever there was one.  But on this day, all Justin could do was slink his way back to his apartment complex after class and hope one of his buddies wanted to make some poor decisions involving alcohol that night.

Justin was about halfway through his trek across campus when he, for no particular reason, stopped to look at one of the bulletin boards.  It was tall and round, just like thousands of others that dotted college campuses across the country.  And like all those identical twins, this one was covered in layer upon layer of fliers and posters in various degrees of disarray, in every color of the rainbow.  But a plain white one, partially stapled over by a not-all-that-cleverly veiled advertisement for black market Adderall, caught Justin’s eye.

As he peeled back the piece of paper covering the one he’d targeted, Justin’s lungs were suddenly assaulted.  He coughed hard, turning to see the culprit just a few inches to his right: a tall, bro-ish guy smoking a cigarette.  So much for that campus-wide smoking ban, Justin thought as he less than subtly pounded his fist against his chest.  He’d hope that, and his loud hacks, would get the bro to either move along or put out the cancer stick.  Alas, his hopes were dashed.

Normally Justin would just walk away, but he wanted to see what that flier said.  Holding his breath while the fratty dude kept puffing away, Justin beheld what had drawn him to this particular bulletin board: large block letters in black against a background of white:

NEED AN INTERNSHIP?

GET ONE TODAY—GUARANTEED!

CREDITS AVAILABLE FOR ANY MAJOR!

FULLY IMMERSIVE!

ABSOLUTELY FREE!

Could this be happening? Did the random flier outside the student union really just answer Justin’s prayers? His better judgment doubted it could be that simple, but at this point, Justin had nothing to lose.  The flier had a phone number at the bottom, and before he knew it, Justin had keyed it into his phone and hit “call”.

The voice at the other end—which sounded like it belonged to a bored, middle-aged woman—asked Justin some basic questions: name, age, major.  Justin answered easily, but then the questions got a little stranger.  The woman wanted to know his race (white), height (5’9” on a good day), weight (245 lbs.), economic background (middle-class) and criminal history (none).  Justin was growing more skeptical, but rattled off the answers.  When he was done, the woman told him she had something perfect for him.  So perfect, in fact, he could start the very next day.

Justin didn’t know whether to be psyched or really creeped out, but with no other solid prospects on the horizon, he decided to be psyched.   The woman gave him an address and told him to be there at 11:00 a.m. the following day.  It didn’t ring a bell for Justin; it was in a part of town, way off-campus, where he’d never really gone before.  Probably because if it couldn’t be described as the hood, it was definitely hood-adjacent.   It also returned no results on his Google search.

More confused than ever, Justin began to waddle his squat, flabby, pasty body back toward his apartment.  Just before he arrived home, he decided he’d give this mysterious, far too convenient opportunity a chance.  Oh, what the hell, he thought to himself.  I guess it can’t hurt to see what this is all about.

“GOSH DARN IT, HURRY UP!”

Justin knew the object of his rage couldn’t hear him, but he shouted anyway.  It was 11:02, and he was still in the car.  Finally, he rued inwardly, I get an internship and I’m late the first darn day.  The traffic had been a mess ever since he left his apartment complex’s parking lot.  Adding insult to injury, his “check engine soon” light had illuminated halfway through the drive.  Justin wasn’t happy.  He definitely didn’t have the money to pay for any kind of major repairs, and he’d more than used up his parents’ financial goodwill for the semester.  All he could do was, first and foremost, hope he got to the mystery address soon.  After that, he’d turn his attention toward hoping the warning light wasn’t a harbinger of a massive repair bill.

After what seemed like an eternity, the traffic broke, and Justin was able to cruise to his destination, arriving an embarrassing but not quite mortifying four minutes late.  He double-checked the address he’d been given, and confirmed he was in the right place.  But this was a little side street, almost like an alley, and the address didn’t belong to the kind of pristine office building where engineering firms are normally housed.  Instead, the address belonged to what Justin could charitably describe as a “weathered” structure containing an auto mechanic’s shop.

Why the heck would they send me to a place like this? Justin was really confused now, but he’d come this far, so he figured he may as well see it through.  Besides, maybe they’ll cut me a break if this old piece of junk needs some work.  

Undoing the seatbelt, Justin rose from his seat and straightened his suit jacket as he closed the door and locked it.  Three or four times.  As he padded towards the shop, he felt an anxious (or terrified?) feeling rising in his ample gut.  But Justin shook it off; he had to at least figure out what was going on here.

As he approached the main door—the twin garage doors were both closed—someone emerged from it, shouting at him with a booming voice.

“What da fuck you want, vato?!”

It was all Justin could do not to run back to his car. Instead, he just froze as a tall, heavily-tattooed, dark-haired, thickly muscled Hispanic man in a stained wife beater came nose to nose with him.

Say something, Justin told himself.  Anything!

“Uh,” he began, his high-pitched voice audibly racked with fear, “I’m, uh, supposed to have an internship here…I think?”

The Hispanic dude didn’t move.  Standing a full head taller than Justin, the guy was more than a little intimidating.  Remaining deadly silent, a scowl etched into his tough face, for several minutes only added to the intimidation factor.

A few seconds later, the Hispanic dude’s expression changed from a glare to a gold-toothy smile.  “Ayy, you must be Justin!”  For the first time in what felt like hours, Justin felt it was safe to exhale.  “Welcome to ‘Sangre y Lagrimas Mecanicos’, holmes!”

Allowing himself to relax, Justin spoke up again, his voice still trembling.  “What, um, what does that mean?”

The Hispanic guy laughed.  “Deese Anglos, man, why they keep sending me deese fuckin’ Anglos!”  The guy then paused, seeming to look Justin up and down and back again.  “Ayy, I know why.”  He laughed again.  Justin was clueless.

“I, uh, I’m sorry I don’t know Spanish, sir.  I didn’t know it would be required for completion of…”

“Who da fuck ‘sir’ do you see here, homie?”  Justin was taken aback by the interruption.  “Call me Hector, man.  Hector.”  The guy swung his right arm out, palm open at shoulder height.  Justin recognized this, having seen frat bros do it day after day.  He’d never actually been on the receiving end of one, but he knew what he had to do.  Justin awkwardly slapped his hand, his own palms open, into the other man’s.  

“It’s, um, nice to meet you, Hector.”  Justin straightened out his blazer again.  “I must admit, though, I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”

Hector laughed again, harder this time, so hard he brought his tattooed hand to his mouth and dropped to his knees.  “I’m sorry, holmes, I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to laugh at you, man.  Ayy, you’ll laugh too when you figure it out.”  

Figure what out? Justin presumed that particular comment shouldn’t be shared aloud.

By now, several other men had come out of the garage to join Hector.  All were Hispanic, all sported close-cropped black hair and goatees, and enough ink to print a few thousand copies of the local newspaper.  Some wore dirty tank tops like Hector, others were in coveralls, which allowed Justin to learn a few of their names—Pedro, Jorge, Jesus.  Helpfully, Hector introduced the others within a moment—Tomas, Angel and Victor rounded out this motley crew.

Justin was a little surprised to see this many guys working at such a small, run-down place.  Heck, there weren’t even any cars in the driveway, so who knew if they were even working on anything? 

Hector broke the silence, which was growing more uncomfortable by the second.  “Aight, listen holmes, you a mechanical something-or-other major, right?  This a mechanic shop.  That’s why you here, man.”  The others chuckled, like they knew something Justin didn’t.

“You wanna learn?” Hector’s tone had gotten ever-so-slightly more sinister.  “I promise you, vato, you gonna learn.”  Now, Hector’s smile returned.  “Come with us, bro, we get you all taken care of.  First thing’s first, you gotta lose that suit, Joaquin.”

Justin was puzzled.  “Who’s…oh, I’m Joaquin?”

Hector and his crew laughed hysterically yet again.  He turned to Victor, shaking his head.  “This guy, man, this guy is the best one yet, yo.”  Hector put his hand on Justin’s shoulder.  “’Round here, you Joaquin, understand? That’s a sign of respect, homie.  Don’t make me regret it.”

Justin nodded quickly.  Hector patted his shoulder, hard, then led him into the shop, reminding him to ditch the suit jacket as he went.  What Justin—Joaquin—saw when he crossed the threshold of the door left his eyes wide.  

Cars, everywhere.  More accurately, what was left of cars.  There were piles and piles of engines, tires, rims and other parts stacked 15 or 20 feet high.  “Wow,” he said out loud, inadvertently.

Hector threw his arms wide, showing off the grandeur of his place of business.  “Check it out, holmes! Your new ‘classroom’!”

It took a moment, but Justin put the pieces together.  This is a chop shop, he realized.  I’m doing my summer internship in a chop shop!   Justin reasoned if ever he was going to get out of here, now was the time.  He turned for the door, only to find it blocked by the towering, hulking bodies of Jesus and Angel.  Justin couldn’t help but chuckle ruefully.  Jesus and an angel, trapping me in a den of iniquity.  Only me.

“Nah,” Hector said loudly.  “You ain’t going nowhere, Joaquin.  You came here to learn.”  The large man was now in Justin’s face again.  “I’m ready to teach.  And trust me, vato, failure is not an option.”

After being scared more than half to death, Hector had instructed his crew to get Justin looking like he belonged there.  They watched as he stripped out of his suit, laughing loudly when they saw his flabby, translucent midsection and thumb-sized penis.  Justin couldn’t be sure, but he suspected they were mocking him mercilessly in rapid-fire Spanish exchanges, each punctuated by hysterical laughter. 

When he was down to his boxers, Tomas tossed him a pair of dingy black jeans.  Even for the rotund Justin, they looked like they’d be about two sizes too big around the waist.  But Justin didn’t see this as the time to quibble over such details, so he put the jeans on.  They immediately sagged to the middle of his fat thighs, causing the denim to pool at his feet.  Tomas was laughing again.  “You sure you ain’t dressing like this all the time, Joaquin? You got mad swag, yo!”  That caused Tomas and the others to laugh even louder than they did when they saw Justin’s pathetic prick.

“Can you at least give me a shirt, Tomas?” If Justin had been paying attention, he might have noticed the slightest hint of an authentic accent—Mexican, to be precise—when he said Tomas’s name.  But he wasn’t, and when Tomas handed him a size XXXXL wife beater—two X’s more than Justin normally worse, and covered in grease and sweat stains—he put it on quickly.  The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him.  He just realized long ago he was better off playing along than trying to fight it.

Black socks and well-worn work boots followed, and within minutes, Justin was dressed again, though in the kind of outfit he never envisioned seeing in a mirror.  Tomas and the others applauded; Justin suspected their clapping was tinged with a good amount of sarcasm.  “There you go, mayne,” Tomas said, approaching Justin for the same kind of hand-slap-hug-thing that Hector had.   “Now you look like you belong here.”  This was Justin’s first up-close look at Tomas.  He looked a little younger than Hector, and taller—at least 6’6”—yet a little less muscular.  But Tomas’s “little less” was still darned impressive.  Justin appreciated the dude’s ample neck muscles, broad shoulders, thick chest and prominent biceps.  He didn’t  know much about bodybuilding, but he knew a bodybuilder when he saw one, and Justin was sure Tomas had been hitting the gym quite hard.  

Just like Hector, Tomas was covered in tattoos.  Justin could spot many different words and phrases—all in Spanish, though he thought he could understand one or two—along with designs of all kinds, from the macabre to the stereotypical.  There were dozens of skulls, more than a few naked women with oversized breasts, and everything in between.  The black and grey ink soaked just about every inch of Tomas’s visible caramel-colored skin, from chin to fingertips.  Justin assumed his chest, stomach, back and legs were covered, as well.  He also noticed another thing everyone in Hector’s crew had in common: their faces were all tattoo-free, except they all had at least one teardrop inked on their cheeks.  Hector had the most—Justin had counted at least a dozen—while Tomas had only a pair, one on each side of his goateed face.  Angel had five or six, and Jorge and Pedro hovered around 10 apiece. Justin presumed the teardrops somehow tied into the hierarchy of this crew, because no one had nearly as many as Hector, and he was clearly running the show.

“So whatchu think, Joaquin? You like your new look?”

Justin turned to the full-length mirror, which he thought was oddly placed in the middle of the lounge/kitchen area, and regarded himself.  He looked like the lowest of the lower class, in his disgusting top and trashy jeans.  But he also thought it made him look a little more dangerous, a little tougher maybe.  Justin couldn’t quite place it, but aside from the clothes, something else was different about his reflection.  Was his hair darker than it was earlier that day? Had he lost weight and not noticed?

Justin dismissed those thoughts, chalking it up to the massive amount of confusion his brain was experiencing.  He turned back to Tomas and nodded.  “Looks hella tight, mayne!” Justin was shocked by what had come out of his mouth.  He’d never said a curse word before—not even hell—and he definitely noticed the accent this time.  I ain’t sure what this is, he thought, but shit, the flier said  this would be fully immersive.  Guess I’m immersing, yo!

Tomas smiled broadly, exposing a mouth that had a few teeth replaced with gold stand-ins, and others missing altogether.  “Glad to hear it, vato, glad to hear it.”  The six men in the room with Justin all smiled, some chatting quietly amongst themselves in Spanish.  Now, though, Justin could decipher a few words here and there.

Tomas slapped Justin playfully on the upper arm.  “Come on, holmes, smoke break, you earned it.”

“Nah, bro,” Justin said.  There’s that accent again.  “Shit’s bad for you, man.”  And the cursing.  They must be rubbing off on me.

Tomas laughed.  “Maybe so, Joaquin, maybe so.  But consider it part of your…learning experience.”  Tomas gestured down to his waistband, and Justin’s eyes followed.  He saw two things he never expected to see on the first day of his big internship:  a pack of menthol cigarettes, and the grip of a black handgun.

  Justin was nervous.  Or at least, he felt like he should be.  One of his hands, which looked like it had gotten a nice tan over the last few hours, he held a cigarette.  In the other, a lighter.  Tomas, Angel and the rest of Hector’s crew—sans Hector himself, who’d left to “conduct business” a while back—were watching him intently, waiting for him to do something.

“Vamanos, vato,” shouted Pedro, “we ain’t got all day!”  Pedro was leaning against the exterior back wall of the shop, his own menthol dangling from his lips.  Smoke escaped his nose and mouth as he chided Justin for dragging his feet.

Justin didn’t to light the cigarette.  He knew he would cough.  He knew he would hate it.  He knew it was unhealthy, and dirty, and just plain wrong.  Which is why he was just as fascinated as the crew when in one fluid motion, his left hand put the filter of the cigarette between his lips, and his right raised the lighter and activated the flame.  Sucking in as the fire met the tobacco, Justin inhaled the mint-tinged smoke into his lungs.   

But the cough never came.  A second later, he exhaled through his nose, two large plumes of smoke jetting out from his nostrils.  Smoking didn’t actually feel bad.  In fact, it felt…good.

The crew gave him a round of applause. “Atta boy, Joaquin, you be looking more and more like us all the damn time,” said Victor in a sing-song Mexican accent.

Justin smiled between puffs.  “Gracias, vato,” Justin replied.   Where did that come from? he thought to himself.  “It feels good, yo, real good.”  

The young man’s mind was in turmoil.  On the one hand, the rational hand, he was being held against his will by a bunch of thugs, lured to an illegal chop shop on the pretense of a college internship.  They were making him do things he would never do on his own, including smoke cigarettes, a habit that had been repulsive to Justin just hours before.

But on the other hand, it all felt right, somehow.  Justin had never been an especially remarkable person.  Sure, he was booksmart, but he didn’t have many friends, his social life was nonexistent, he’d never come anywhere close to losing his virginity, and his body was certainly nothing to write home about.  Now, he had friends—vatos—and inexplicably, his appearance was changing.  The old Justin was melting away, being replaced by someone he didn’t know or recognize.  Justin was becoming Joaquin.

His rational side was terrified.  But the other part of his mind was winning out.  Justin—no, Joaquin—was committed.  

Over the next few hours, Joaquin continued to assimilate into Hector’s crew.  The vatos showed him around the shop, showed him what they did to the cars that “mysteriously” appeared on their doorstep at all hours of the night.  Joaquin was learning quickly; by the middle of the afternoon, he felt like he’d been a mechanic forever.  He knew what everything was, what it did, where it went…and how much it was worth.

The crew had taken frequent smoke breaks, and Joaquin was now a more than willing participant.   After just three hours, he’d smoked twice that many cigarettes.  He’d taken to keeping a spare behind his ear at all times, the white paper wrapping contrasting boldly against his hair, which was now jet black and very short.  After Justin’s old, nondescript hair had completely darkened, Jesus had taken him to the back and given him a haircut.  It seemed Jesus was a master barber in addition to a pretty good mechanic, because Joaquin emerged with a perfectly executed skin fade, with sharp lines at the temples that flowed seamlessly into a pencil-thin, expertly lined beard.  Jesus had also taken good care of Joaquin’s mustache, which was a little thicker than the rest of his facial hair.  Like any good vato, he thought.  After work, the crew had promised to take Joaquin for his first tattoos.  He couldn’t wait.

It was just about 5:00 when Hector finally returned.  The crew, including Joaquin, were lounging against the front of the shop on yet another smoke break.   Hector had worn a scowl when he emerged from his customized Cadillac, but when he saw Joaquin taking a drag off the menthol and pull it away with his thumb and forefinger, Hector smiled broadly.

“Ayy what the fuck is this yo!” He approached Joaquin for another handshake, and now Joaquin knew exactly what to do.  When the two finished their masculine embrace, Hector grabbed his new vato by the shoulders.  “You lookin’ real good, holmes.  I didn’t think we could make you this grimy this fast, but I take it!”

Joaquin laughed in response.  He hadn’t been to the mirror lately, but if he had, he would have noticed his teeth were now wildly out of place and stained brown, a stark contrast to the perfect chompers in which Justin had taken great pride.  “I’m lovin’ every minute of it, hermano!”

Hector smiled again, but this one had a bit of a sinister twinge to it.  “Bueno, vato.  ‘Cuz I got a new lesson for you.”  He pulled up his wife beater to reveal a pair of shiny handguns resting in his waistband.  Hector pulled out one and held it out to Joaquin.  “You ready to learn some more, holmes?”

Joaquin looked down at the piece, up at Hector, then back down at the gun as he took it confidently into his hand.  “Whatever you need, jefe, I gotchu, mayne.”

Hector put his powerful arm around Joaquin’s shoulders, which seemed to be coming in quite nicely.  Soon, he’d be just as big and strong as Hector and the rest of the crew.   Having strong guys was important in this line of work, for several reasons.  

“Good,” Hector said.  “First, let me show you something, bro.”  He motioned for Joaquin to follow him into the shop.  Joaquin took a final, double drag off the cigarette and flicked it into the street as he walked through the door, smoke still pouring out of his nose as he crossed the threshold.  Joaquin barely noticed it among all the other changes, but his walk had changed, as well.  Where Justin took short, hesitant steps, Joaquin swaggered like a lifelong homie.  

Hector led Joaquin into his private office, a small room off the main garage protected by three sets of locks.  Closing the door behind him, Joaquin took a seat on the ripped, stained chair on the near side of Hector’s cluttered desk.

The boss broke the silence quickly.  “You understand what we doing here, right?”  Joaquin nodded.  “No, I mean you understand what we doing to you.”

The new vato responded that he sort of knew what was going on, and that it felt weird at first but now, it felt awesome.  Joaquin didn’t realize he had said all that in Spanish.

Hector reached into his desk drawer and pulled out six file folders.  “Aaron Gabriel.  Jin Park.  Peter Morris.  Tommy McGinty.   George Krakowski.   Vince Distefano.  You recognize those names, Joaquin?”

“No se, hermano,” Joaquin replied.

“How about Angel Gutierrez, Jesus Pajarito, Pedro Morales, Tomas Manuel, Jorge Carneul and Victor Diaz?”

Joaquin’s heart skipped a beat. Dios mio, he thought.  They were all like me once.  

Hector continued.  “I be straight witchu, homie.  I needed a crew.  All my old vatos got themselves locked up or fuckin’ shot and shit.   Then some gringo comes to me and says he can help me rebuild my staff.  I says ‘Si, hombre, why the fuck not?’  

“But this puto keeps sending me these pasty-ass, pansy-ass frat party looking motherfuckers.  So I bust into dude’s office with my piece and ask him what the fuck’s he trying to pull on me.  The guy says, ‘Didn’t you read the sign on the door? ‘Immersive Internships.’  And then it hit me, yo.  Alls I had to do was tell these conos what to do, and not only would they do it, they’d fuckin’ become it!”

Hector went on to briefly describe what each vato had been when Hector got his hands on them. One had been a swimmer, another an honors student.  Others were just slackers—they had embraced the change the quickest, Hector said.

“There’s just one problem, yo,” he continued.  “At the end of the day, I gotta give you the chance to go back to your old life, holmes.  That’s part of the deal. You can walk away from all this, no fuckin’ questions asked.  You won’t remember shit.”

Joaquin considered what Hector had said.  He could go back to the life he’d been living all along, the buttoned-down, boring life of Justin Watkins.

“Or,” Hector said, continuing Joaquin’s thought for him as he pulled something else out of his desk drawer.  “You can smoke this blunt with me, and be my vato for life.  It’s your choice, mayne.”

The little bit of Justin that still existed in the recesses of Joaquin’s transformed brain was crying out for him to walk away.  But Justin wasn’t running the show anymore.  

“Ain’t no choice to make, jefe,” Joaquin said, brandishing the weapon he’d just been gifted.  “I wanna ride with chu, hermano.”

Hector laughed, his gold teeth catching the dim light of the lamp in the corner of the cramped office.  “I was hoping you’d say that.  Muy bueno, hermano.  You’ve made me very happy.”  Hector picked up the blunt he’d pre-rolled specially for this occasion, wrapped in the paper of his contract with Immersive Internships.  He’d figured out the trick to locking in the transformations by accident.  Hector had three or four of his interns go back to their old lives, and was growing frustrated with II.  Angrily, he ripped a contract in half and used it to roll a blunt.  Moments later, Angel—the first of his permanent vatos—had told him he wanted to stay on.  He was in the midst of his transformation from Aaron to Angel at the time, and when he took a few hits off the contract-blunt, Hector watched in amazement as the metamorphosis sped up.  By the time the blunt was out, all traces of Aaron were gone, and his body had just about doubled in size, all of it muscle.  Aaron was dead, and the very Mexican Angel was here to stay.

He’d gotten to do that five more times, creating Tomas, Jorge, Pedro, Jesus and Victor.  Joaquin would be his seventh, bringing his crew up to full strength.  Hector was looking forward to this particular change.

For his part, Joaquin couldn’t wait to seal the deal.  He reached across the desk and grabbed the blunt, brought it to his mouth and lit it.  He took three or four deep drags, holding it all in his lungs, before exhaling with the cough of a practiced weed smoker.  “Dat some good shit, jefe, gracias,” Joaquin said through a smile of crooked teeth.  Hector took his turn.  And then he watched.

Joaquin doubled over in pain as the change rapidly intensified.  He stood up as his height rocketed to a towering 6’7”.  Reflexively, he kicked off his boots as the feet inside them grew to a size 19.  At the same time, the skin all over his body continued to darken, finally settling on a mocha color that complemented his hair, which had already become an inky black.  

Hector kept hitting the blunt as Joaquin packed on muscle, pounds at a time.  His shoulders grew to the size of soccer balls, connecting to a pair of 26” biceps and a set of meaty, sinewy forearms.  Joaquin ripped off the nasty wife beater as his chest inflated, giving way to an identical pair of powerful, heaving pecs.  His nipples went from pink to dark brown and now pointed straight down at his abs, which were popping into existence like bricks being laid one at a time.  An exquisite Adonis belt pointed the way to Joaquin’s rapidly growing dick, which burst through the cotton of his boxer shorts like an actor rushing through the curtain of a stage.  It, too, became dark, growing fat and flopping around in spasms of growth.  Joaquin watched as his foreskin grew back, creating a polla that would be more than a foot long when it was fully hard.  

Next came the thighs, which looked more like they belonged to a rugby player, thick and tight with corded muscle.  They went nicely with Joaquin’s new calves, which stuck out behind his leg like someone had glued footballs to his skin.

Just like that, it was over.  Justin Watkins was dead.  Joaquin Valbuena, the hulking enforcer of the Sangre y Lagrimas crew, was born.  The new, permanent vato extended his giant hand to Hector, took what was left of the blunt and polished it off, letting the smoke waft through his thick black mustache.

“Ayy,” Joaquin said, his voice now a lilting baritone, clearly belonging to someone who spoke only the most basic English.  “What chu want me to do wit dis, jefe?” He motioned to the gun, still sitting on the desk.

Hector leaned back in his chair.  “You want some of these, vato?” He indicated the teardrop tattoos that dotted his rugged cheeks.  Joaquin nodded furiously.

Hector stood up, walked around the desk, cocked the gun and put it into Joaquin’s massive paw.  “You gonna get the chance to earn four of them tonight, holmes.”

An unexpected change.

Today was the big day that Josh had been waiting for, for a long time, since his favorite K-pop boy band announced that they were going to give a concert in his country, Josh started saving money to go see them and today was the big day which they were going to perform in the auditorium, josh was dying of nerves, from that day he heard their music, he fell completely in love with their voices, their visuals, their dances and their bias (his favorite member) It was Jeno, From the day he saw him he fell completely in love with him and today was the day to see him face to face! Josh had also won a ticket to see them backstage, which meant he could go into their respective dressing rooms and that made him even more nervous.

Today, like every day, he got up, took a shower since today was an important day and he didn't want to go around smelling/looking bad, he brushed his teeth and combed his hair, once he had done all that, he left the bathroom, He went straight to his closet and began to think about what to wear... Since the representative color of his favorite side was blue and red, he put on a blue shirt and some red jeans while on his feet he put on something comfortable, some Nikes shoes, Since there were still a few hours before the concert would start, he had a breakfast, He helped his mother wash the dirty dishes, he watched some of his favorite series and so on, until the big moment arrived, The clock showed 6:00 p.m., there was 1 more hour left until the big concert of his life, but since he was lucky enough to meet them in the locker room, he had to arrive earlier, So he told his mother that he would take him to the stadium and that was it, the two left the house, got into their respective car and Josh's mother drove to the stadium where the boys would perform.

Once Josh and his mother also arrived to the concert, his mom accompany him, but Josh didn't want to.

"Mom... I'm not a child anymore, I'm 18 years old, I can go in myself, did you know that?"

Josh's mom just pouted as she ruffled his son's hair.

"Very well, it seems to me that you are already a grown man, honey, for this once I will let you go alone, Just because I don't want to ruin or embarrass your big dream, but you know, I'll be here waiting for you until the concert is over, okay honey?"

"It's okay mom! I have to go" and with those last words Josh ran to the stadium to get to the boys' locker room.

Once inside, Josh was shocked, The hallway was quite nice and big, once he continued walking he found the doors of the band members.

"Chenle" It said the left door, "Jaemin" said the right door, "Jisung" said the other left door, "Haechan" said the other right door, there were only 2 members more doors left to finish, "Renjun" said the last left door, "JENO" said the last right door, The most curious thing is that in all of them you could hear that the respective members of said doors were inside getting ready, while in Jeno's, nothing could be heard, So Josh's curiosity made him open Jeno's door/room, When he opened it, Josh was shocked, the light was on while what looked like the outfit that Jeno would wear at the concert today was on the couch, The outfit was made up of a black sleeveless vest, a bronze "chain", black boots, black pants and a black belt, So Josh started asking himself several questions... But in the end he concluded that maybe Jeno was coming late, so Josh had to leave the room now, he didn't want his great idol to come and see a "stranger" inside his locker room, So just when Josh was going to leave the room he saw that the door was stuck, he was trying to open it, but the door didn't respond.

"Oh sh*t, now I'm stuck in Jeno's locker room and he can come any minute, what's going to happen when he sees me? I'm going to miss the concert."

and boy was that true, when Josh took out his phone to check the time, it was 6:25 p.m., there were only minutes left until the concert would start and Jeno still hasn't arrived and to make matters worse he got trapped in his favorite idol's locker room.

"Well... It seems like I'm going to miss the concert of my dreams, but now, it doesn't matter, now what am I going to do to not get bored until he arrives and he sees me in here?"

Josh thought and thought and came up with a great idea! It wasn't like every day he would be stuck in his favorite idol's locker room, and having Jeno's clothes in front of him, he began to think about putting them on, It was his time to feel his idol's clothes on his body so he began to undress without fear that Jeno would arrive and see him and he began to put on the outfit from Jeno's concert today.

The first thing Josh put on was the black socks, which were clearly a little big on his feet, since given his height he didn't have that big feet, while Jeno did, since he was tall, The next thing he put on was Jeno's boots, a rather pleasant smell coming out of them, But like the socks, his feet didn't fill the boots completely, so he had to walk carefully so that his foot didn't come off and fall to the ground, While Josh was grabbing Jeno's pants he didn't realize that his feet were beginning to lengthen to fill the boots and socks and without realizing it, he was now filling the boots.

When he put on the black pants he realized that he had to take off the boots, since with the boots the pants wouldn't fit, so Josh took off the boots and realized that his foot It looked... A little different, but still, he didn't care and pulled up Jeno's pants, once he put the pants on, he put Jeno's black boots back on, Jeno's pants were quite baggy and big on him, since their heights were quite different, but strangely Josh began to feel comfortable in the pants, He grabbed the black belt and put it around his pants and his waist.

When Josh grabbed the black sleeveless vast, he started to feel strange, began to grow in height, Going from 166 cm to 177 cm, Now the pants were tight and tight, it felt strange for Josh to look down, since before he saw the floor closer and now he saw it a little lower, But he didn't give it any importance, so he put on the vest, exposing his thin arms without muscle, all that was left was to put on the "chain" to see himself in the mirror and see how he looked with the Jeno's outfit, He grabbed the chain and put it around his neck while his hair began to change color, going from black to purple and he also trimmed himself a little, when he put on the last accessory of the outfit he turned around and what he saw left him in shock.

But before he could speak his body started to hurt and burn too much so Josh had to sit on the couch while he had his arms crossed, between the burning and the pain he couldn't stand up, As he writhed in pain, he didn't notice how his skinny legs began to become toned and muscular, while his small layer of hair ceased to exist, His feet began to sweat, as the changes continued, now on his upper body, his back began to expand while also becoming muscular, As if being in the gym all day was what it was all about, his once skinny chest began to expand and thicken to give way to two very well-worked pectorals, His torso also expanded, what was once youthful now looking more adult and masculine, His stomach also started to hurt while a pack of abs appeared on his stomac while a beautiful v-line began to appear on the sides of his waist.

His once delicate hands began to expand while his fingers began to lengthen to give him the hands of a real man, his arms began to fill with all kinds of muscles, Triceps, biceps, deltoids, Now his biceps looked the size of a ball and, boy did the vest look better on that muscular body now, His once tanned skin began to change to become white while his knuckles and elbows were painted pink due to his skin color now being very white, Veins exploded all over his body, from his arms, to his abdomen and legs.

His once average-sized package began to lengthen and thicken as it went from 6 centimeters to about 11 large centimeters, His clothes began to change, his white boxers began to turn into black designer boxers, while his ass was now two beautiful, fluffy, well-crafted bubbles, It wasn't long before the transformation was over, his face began to hurt and his bones began to creak while his face was reconstructed, His beautiful, big eyes became smaller while his nose became cuter and just the right size, his lips became pink and more kissable, His jaw also changed, the little baby fat he had began to disappear to make way for a beautiful, sharp jaw.

The pain and burning disappeared, Josh was grateful for that, once the pain disappeared he looked in the mirror and saw how he had become Jeno, his favorite member of the Korean band, But his happiness didn't take long when his head started to hurt, because his old memories were being erased and new memories were entering his mind, Joshua clutched his head while new information appeared in his head, giving him new memories, new skills, and a new language.

He was no longer the 18-year-old American Joshua.

Now he was Lee Je No The K-pop idol that boys and girls loved thanks to his voice, his visuals and his body and that he and his group "NCT DREAM" were currently on tour in the United States, He was born in Korea and from a very young age showed interest in music and dance, now at 24 years old he was a sensation inside and outside of Korea, He loved his group and its members and especially Jaemin, he also loves food and the gym, that's why the body he has, Once Jeno's headache went away, someone came and knocked on the door, it was one of their members, Haechan.

"형... 나야 해찬아, 준비는 됐니, 아니면 아직 멀었나? 이제 곧 공연이 시작된다." “Hyung... It’s me, Haechannie. Are you ready or is it still too far? Our Concert is about to start.” Haechan said.

"나는 준비가 끝났습니다! 오늘 밤은 잊을 수 없을 것입니다" (“I’m ready! This night will be unforgettable.”) Jeno said, as he stood up from the couch and fixed his hair, it didn't take him long to come out of his dressing room and join the guys from the band, ready to give the concert of their lives.

They gave the concert and Jeno took off his vest to reveal his big, muscular body while his fans took photos. Once the concert was over, the boys returned to their hotel, Once everyone was there and opened their social networks and Jeno found a photo of him from today's concert, while he saw the photo he just smiled.

This was the photo that Jeno saw of him:

Jeno had made today's concert unforgettable as he himself said.

i loved the story you wrote!

Are you going to write more Stories like that?

Yeah! In fact I already have several stories written and they are the ones involved in them:

I just don't know which one I'll upload I'll publish first, I'll just say that Taylor Zakhar Pérez's story will be one of the hottest stories you've ever seen on Tumblr.