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TF Story Exchange: Can a Friendship Survive Swapmas?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get in." Ned yells to Theo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TF Story Exchange: Can a Friendship Survive Swapmas?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get in." Ned yells to Theo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looking Swole, Might Delete Later

“Hehe see my latest post?” Marvin boasted as he video called his friend Dylan. “It was a pretty sweet flex right? I can’t believe how big my arms are now! And these legs! I have to wear these stretchy shorts now just to have something decent to cover me!” Marvin panned the camera over his huge chest and down into the black spandex shorts that tightly hugged his new legs. 

“Uh… yeah man. I saw and damn… forgot how huge you’d gotten. You look even bigger than last week…” Dylan said, silently seething with jealousy. After all it was less than a week ago since the two of them had found that meteorite. 6 days to be exact since they had their 4 year high school reunion and decided to explore the nearby woods like old times. Back then neither would’ve ever imagined that something going bump in the night would have some strange energy shooting out of it that turned nerdy Marvin into a bodybuilder before his eyes. The sounds of tearing clothes, deep voiced moans, and subsequent stomping that came from the changed pounded through Dylan’s mind to this day.

“Earth to Dylan! Are you there? You haven’t moved for like a minute. Are you lagging?” Marvin’s deep voice boomed, snapping Dylan back to reality. “Uh… yeah sorry man. What did you say?” Dylan asked. 

“I was asking you if you think I should start that Only Fans account. All the guys at the gym kept calling me photogenic and said people would pay a lot just to see me flex!” Marvin was beaming at this point, flexing with an innocent pride.

“I still can’t believe no one’s said anything about your change. Everyone is just… alright with you being this huge!” Dylan complained

Marvin just shrugged his huge shoulders as he lay back in bed. “No idea man. Those guys at the gym used to completely ignore me, now they’re falling over themselves just to spot me. But yeah, I think I’ll start that account. Could help for some extra cash to fund your research on that meteor!”

Dylan hadn’t considered that. “Um. Yeah! By all means. Let me know if you need any help setting it up. I’d be glad to play my part.” 

A wicked grin grew over Marvin’s face. “Glad you said that. The guys at the gym said a few videos flexing over smaller guys could really rake in the views. Be at my place in an hour and we can get started. Don’t keep me waiting.”

A nervous gulp made its way down Dylan’s throat. Marvin’s dominating mood swings were getting more severe, but something about his tone made Dylan unable to say no. He quickly got dressed and headed to Marvin’s. Maybe in the end he’d figure out how to make the meteor grow for him. Until then he’d happily get a closer look at Marvin’s muscles for as long as he could. 

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Oblivious Gains

“I mean look at this!” Zach nearly shouted holding up his shirt revealing a near perfect 8 pack and a vicious V of abdominal muscles. 

His friend Elm just rolled his eyes again. “Man, if you keep holding up your shirt to show off your so called ‘new muscles’  I’m gonna think you’re just being cocky. For the last time, I don’t see anything different. Did you get a new row of abs or something?”

The frightened muscle brute shook his head nervously, his huge body quaking in anxiety. Anyone looking would see quite an uncharacteristic demeanor for someone so huge. 

“No! I’m saying all of THIS is new.” Zach said using his huge hand to gesture to his entire 6′8 form. “One moment I’m on my way to the Chem building for class, the next I’m screaming out in the middle of the quad as my body begins growing. It hurt a lot! My legs are still sore from how much they stretched out and my arms feel so heavy when I’m walking. My feet are still scarred from bursting through my sneakers!”

“If I could roll my eyes anymore they would be. Zach now I know you’re just making shit up. But fine I’ll humor you. You say you were this 5 foot tall shrimpy dude this morning. Fine. That doesn’t explain why you’re not walking around naked after you supposedly tore up all your clothes with some miraculous growth spurt only you remember.” Elm replied half heartedly.

Zach gave a very solemn attempt at looking pouty, which appeared down right odd on his bearded adonis of a face. “Well after I was covered in scraps of clothes they all reformed into what I’m wearing now… Come on! When do I ever wear these tight workout shirts! Or this really thigh high track shorts! And these feet are so big  they’re practically poking out of my sandals.”

The two reluctantly opened the doors to the Chemistry building. “You literally wear stuff like that all the time. Look. It was fun on the walk over here, but now it’s getting old and we’re late for class. If you want to complain about how you don’t know how you got all these huge muscles, bearded face, and deep booming voice without ever working out or having the genetics for it, get in line. I’ve been complaining about that for years. Now shut up because Professor Bravermin hates when we whisper during his class. You always get us caught with your foghorn of a voice.”

With that last comment Zach finally admitted defeat and took a seat in the admittedly small desks of the lecture hall. His long hairy legs pushing the seat in front of him and his wide shoulders accidentally knocking over someone’s bag. If not for his well trimmed beard his blushing cheeks would be clear to see. He had no idea how he’d gained nearly 2 feet in height or why no one rememberd him otherwise, but he just hoped it wouldn’t get in the way of his normal life. After all he still had run the video game club later today, he just hoped he wouldn’t crush the small controllers.

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Back at the Quad

“What the fuck man? You actually believe you were handed a magic book? You’re even dumber than I thought.” Bill the football jock said to his teammate Greg.

“You’re the dumbass. I said I found a book from that weird old house that overlooks the football field. My tutor said it was in Latin and one of the spells would cause someone to be the perfect athlete.”

“Hate to break it to you man, but you look the same as yesterday.” Bill laughed shoving his teammates shoulder.

“I know I do idiot. I don’t know what I did wrong… I said the stupid spell while I was walking through the quad right before I bumped into nerdy Zach. Guess this thing was a load of crap. Last time I listen to my tutor.” Greg growled as they walked into class.

Bill stifled a laugh. “You can hardly call Zach a nerd man. He’s got about 6 inches and a whole lot of muscle over you. We get you’re jealous but leave the guy alone.” 

His friend continued to laugh as Greg looked at him perplexed. He had no idea what  Bill was talking about. However, once he sat down for class he felt a large thump at the back of his seat. Turning around he was met with the biggest guy he’d ever seen. Part of him was terrified, part of him was jealous, but the other wanted to get to know this new hunk.

Oblivious Gains

“I mean look at this!” Zach nearly shouted holding up his shirt revealing a near perfect 8 pack and a vicious V of abdominal muscles. 

His friend Elm just rolled his eyes again. “Man, if you keep holding up your shirt to show off your so called ‘new muscles’  I’m gonna think you’re just being cocky. For the last time, I don’t see anything different. Did you get a new row of abs or something?”

The frightened muscle brute shook his head nervously, his huge body quaking in anxiety. Anyone looking would see quite an uncharacteristic demeanor for someone so huge. 

“No! I’m saying all of THIS is new.” Zach said using his huge hand to gesture to his entire 6′8 form. “One moment I’m on my way to the Chem building for class, the next I’m screaming out in the middle of the quad as my body begins growing. It hurt a lot! My legs are still sore from how much they stretched out and my arms feel so heavy when I’m walking. My feet are still scarred from bursting through my sneakers!”

“If I could roll my eyes anymore they would be. Zach now I know you’re just making shit up. But fine I’ll humor you. You say you were this 5 foot tall shrimpy dude this morning. Fine. That doesn’t explain why you’re not walking around naked after you supposedly tore up all your clothes with some miraculous growth spurt only you remember.” Elm replied half heartedly.

Zach gave a very solemn attempt at looking pouty, which appeared down right odd on his bearded adonis of a face. “Well after I was covered in scraps of clothes they all reformed into what I’m wearing now… Come on! When do I ever wear these tight workout shirts! Or this really thigh high track shorts! And these feet are so big  they’re practically poking out of my sandals.”

The two reluctantly opened the doors to the Chemistry building. “You literally wear stuff like that all the time. Look. It was fun on the walk over here, but now it’s getting old and we’re late for class. If you want to complain about how you don’t know how you got all these huge muscles, bearded face, and deep booming voice without ever working out or having the genetics for it, get in line. I’ve been complaining about that for years. Now shut up because Professor Bravermin hates when we whisper during his class. You always get us caught with your foghorn of a voice.”

With that last comment Zach finally admitted defeat and took a seat in the admittedly small desks of the lecture hall. His long hairy legs pushing the seat in front of him and his wide shoulders accidentally knocking over someone’s bag. If not for his well trimmed beard his blushing cheeks would be clear to see. He had no idea how he’d gained nearly 2 feet in height or why no one rememberd him otherwise, but he just hoped it wouldn’t get in the way of his normal life. After all he still had run the video game club later today, he just hoped he wouldn’t crush the small controllers.

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Back at the Quad

“What the fuck man? You actually believe you were handed a magic book? You’re even dumber than I thought.” Bill the football jock said to his teammate Greg.

“You’re the dumbass. I said I found a book from that weird old house that overlooks the football field. My tutor said it was in Latin and one of the spells would cause someone to be the perfect athlete.”

“Hate to break it to you man, but you look the same as yesterday.” Bill laughed shoving his teammates shoulder.

“I know I do idiot. I don’t know what I did wrong… I said the stupid spell while I was walking through the quad right before I bumped into nerdy Zach. Guess this thing was a load of crap. Last time I listen to my tutor.” Greg growled as they walked into class.

Bill stifled a laugh. “You can hardly call Zach a nerd man. He’s got about 6 inches and a whole lot of muscle over you. We get you’re jealous but leave the guy alone.” 

His friend continued to laugh as Greg looked at him perplexed. He had no idea what  Bill was talking about. However, once he sat down for class he felt a large thump at the back of his seat. Turning around he was met with the biggest guy he’d ever seen. Part of him was terrified, part of him was jealous, but the other wanted to get to know this new hunk.

Big Veggies

“Babe? You didn’t go to the farmer’s market for the ORGANIC veggies did you?” Amos boomed, as his voice carried from the kitchen.

“Uh… of course I did babe. Hold on let me put my game down… Also does your voice sound different?” Raj replied half distracted as he just beat another guy in competitive Smash Bros. 

“Get in here right now mister!” 

“Geez alright I’m coming I’m coming and WHAT THE HELL! Amos what happened to you!?” Raj  stared at his once petite and delicate boyfriend who now towered over him. 

“Well I was just going about my night, eating the salad you made me for dinner and I felt a little weird. I’m glad I removed my shirt or else it would’ve been torn up just like my new socks!” Amos gestured town snootily to a pile of torn up fabric that surrounded feet that took up two whole kitchen tiles a piece. 

“Hey! Eyes up here babe! Anyway, I was freaking out and wondering if I had an allergic reaction or something with all this swelling. So I started going through the fridge and found THIS!” Amos held up a huge vegetable from the counter.

“Oh… that’s why you asked why I didn’t got to the farmer’s market.” Raj said guiltily. “Well, ya see… Amos don’t get mad but… I didn’t get the groceries from the farmer’s market… I got it from the fancy store by the factory.”

Amos glared at his boyfriend. Normally it was cute when the little guy was throwing a fit, now Raj gulped as it looked like he was one sassy slap away from an early grave. 

“You know I hate that place Raj! They were that weird store that got their food from the factory that used illegal growth hormone on all their animals! I did that whole protest for it and even went vegetarian just for that!”

Raj could only meekly nod. “I know! I know! But I was tired. It was late. I just wanted to go home and play some games because there was this new DLC recently and-”

“I don’t want to here another word! We are going to do some research and call the hospital! And then afterwards you are going to give me a foot rub because you’re really stressing me out!” With that Amos sauntered off to the den where his laptop was. His huge form having to duck through the doorway and his tight jeans highlighting every movement of his ever swaying ass. Raj was just nervous about how he’d even get his hand around those huge feet.

A few hours later and a few yells at the hospital over the phone they learned that Amos was experiencing something a few others around town have gone through. “They’re calling it Organic Growth Syndrome babe,” Amos said a little sullenly as he curled up in bed. He’d finally discarded his clothes, took a shower, and was in an ill fitting bathrobe and towel.

“They’re saying it may go away over time or might be permanent. What are we gonna do if I’m stuck like this?” Amos looked teary eyed at Raj as he lay his newly heavy form over his boyfriend. 

It took Raj all the strength he had to support his new big lover and said, “Hey. It’s alright Amos. From what the doctors said you were on the low end of changes. You only grew about 8 inches brining you up to 6′6. Not to mention you got muscles unlike all those guys that got really heavy with fat. Whatever happens, we’re gonna do this together.” Raj kissed Amos’ forehead and hugged him. Or at least did his best to. Raj wasn’t the biggest guy so he couldn’t even wrap his arms all the way around Amos’ wide shoulders.

“You’re the best Raj. I’m a lucky lucky guy.” Amos said wiping the tears from his eyes by nuzzling  Raj’s face. With a sly grin he then moved one of his massive feet up Raj’s thighs. “Well if this isn’t permanent, what say you and I explore this body a little more tonight. I’ll promise I’ll make up for interrupting your game.”

Amos then wiggled out of the robe and dropped the towel revealing one of the biggest dicks Raj had ever seen. However, Amos was a notorious bottom and he turned over revealing the thickest ass! How Amos was concealing that before was beyond him, but Raj simply nodded mesmerized by its size. He was already rock hard thinking about plowing his boyfriend’s new big butt and maybe something more.

“Thanks babe. And maybe after we have some fun back here… we try out that new dick of yours one me.” Raj smirked as Amos blushed. Their little home as well as many around town were going to be up quite late that night. 

TF Therapy: Lenore

“Um, excuse me. Is this the right place? I’m looking for Dr. Eric Chang? My name is uh…” Lenore hesitated for a second, the deep voice coming out giving pause. If this wasn’t the right place then this would be very awkward indeed.

Dr. Eric Chang smiled warmly. “It most certainly is. Please. Come inside, it’s coming down real hard out there.” The doctor urged his client inside, as Lenore looked around the comfortably warm with awe. “Sorry if you had trouble finding this place,” the doctor continued. “It’s… secluded to say the least. But that’s more for the benefit of privacy for our clients. Normally my receptionist assists with the client welcomes, but he’s got today off.”

As the doctor continued making small talk, Lenore continued to have her mouth agape at the building they were in. The building outside seemed small and non descript, but the rooms here were very spacious and luxurious. They entered a very nice waiting room and Dr. Chang was leading the two of them into his office where were several comfortable loungers, a couch, and even a small cot.

“Now I know a bit about your case already, but before I begin I’d like to ask you what you’d like to be called and what pronouns you’d like me to use.” 

Once again Lenore was startled, but this time by the doctor’s candor. “Well… I still go by Lenore… and I… I… am still  kind of figuring out the pronoun part out. Can we just use ‘they’ for now?”

The doctor nodded and made note of that in a file he opened up. “Alright then. -Lenore Pei-Lin, as you know I’m the doctor assigned to your case after your incident. As a disclaimer I am not a government employee nor am I beholden to anything other than your well being. Anything you’d like to say to me will be considered confidential and not leave this room.”

“That’s… reassuring. The agent didn’t really explain this whole process… everything feels so new still. Just that he thinks you’d be able to help. That you’re a specialist for this kind of thing.” Lenore sat down at one of the loungers and nervously shuffled their feet. They looked down and couldn’t seem to look away almost as if they were still marveling at how large they were.

“Well I am a therapist. I suppose you could say well being is my specialty, especially for victims of unexpected transformation. Would you be willing to tell me about how your change occurred? I have a brief summary in my files, but I’ve found individuals verbalizing their experience helpful for both of us.”

Lenore took a deep breath in and sighed. “Yeah. I can do that. I guess it all started when I started participating in the archaeology department’s field research. I’ve… lived quite a life. Wore many hats in my 60 years. I always had a thirst for knowledge and learning. My late husband would always say I had a dictionary for a brain and an engine for a heart!” Lenore found themselves letting a smile slip through. 

“That’s always great to here. Many people seeking higher levels of education at any age is always admirable.” Dr. Chang replied.

Lenore nodded. “Why thank you very much. I wasn’t always encouraged so much to learn new things, but after I retired I thought it would be fun. Deciding to study various collegiate subjects reinvigorated my thirst for life in the last 10 years. I was on my 4th year working with the Archaeology Department when we the professor invited me to a trip abroad. I was the oldest one there to be sure, but quite healthy mind you. Professor Mendel… he loved how I had such an attention for detail… I was quite good at categorizing and organizing any new findings at the excavation site.” The demeanor of Lenore quickly changed as the words left their mouth. 

“You’re doing very well Lenore. Thank you for sharing all of this. We can take a break if you’d like, but if you’re willing to continue I would love to hear the rest.”

With a big gulp Lenore nodded.  They rubbed their large hands over their heavily stubbled face and the warmth of the room caused them to remove their hood and take off their jacket, revealing a large muscular frame barely contained in tight shirt. Each deep breath revealing pecs threatening to split the very fabric holding them back.

“I’m ok. I can do this. Anyway we were at a site where a large underground tomb was once held. Time and weather and removed most of its underground contents, but there were still a few items of note there. The strange part was how it seemed to have  a strange mural depicting languages of indigenous people all over the world. Languages used at the time, but not common to the area. A true sociological and archaeological discovery. Only problem was… the items… It was obvious some looked quite valuable… and a few people were…. a bit overzealous in their removal of one strange one. A weird marble sized jewel… plucked from a staff. After that… well that’s where the accident happened.”

“You’re referring to the earthquake your team’s field equipment recorded?” Dr. Chang inquired.

However, Lenore just shook her head. “No… it was no earthquake we could feel the earth groaning as if it was growling at us… we all tried to run away, but the marble… it was doing something. I kept shooting out this weird pulse of violet energy. No one knew what was going on, but everyone started… changing into each other. It’s not like one moment I was one place and then another… no…my entire body was… changing. I am…. or was… a rather small Asian woman. Plump from my older years and many child births. But that small stone… it changed me. My entire form felt like it was made of growing melting wax. I was wearing my hiking boots that day and they barely stood a chance against these huge feet that were growing. I’m still getting used to walking around with men’s size 16. Add on to that the extra foot in height brining me up to 6′4 and the over 100lbs of muscles and you can see why I’m still getting used to this!”

The tone in the room had shifted. Lenore hadn’t realize how much angrier her voice was getting. “I’m… I’m sorry it’s just…out of all the people to make it out of there… I don’t think I deserve to  be the only one to have made it out… I took some poor local boy’s strong body and used it to climb out of that hole… alone. The kind professor, my classmates, all the local guards hired to help with security… all gone… I was at the later years of my life… I was gonna join Matthew in heaven…”

“Lenore. If I may. I’ve seen the footage recovered from the dig site. It is true that you went through immense physical changes after the event occurred. However, everyone else was knocked out from the pain brought on by their change and blasted several yards away from the edge of camp. Everyone, but you. You not only held on through sheer will, but you scaled 20 feet of a sinking hole in the rain with your bare hands. You are incredibly strong physically and mentally. The tenacity and bravery you showed that day is immense. You did more than could have ever been asked of you that day. None of the events that happened is your fault and you just being here to talk to me today is a miracle.”

Tears began to fall down from the large figure before the doctor. “T-thank you Dr. Chang,” Lenore gasped between tear filled gulps. “I… appreciate all of this. Understanding is one thing, but accepting that… accepting that so many are gone… I think that will take some time..” Before Lenore could say anmore the doctor had walked up to them with a tissue box.

As Lenore blew their nose Dr. Chang said, “And a lot of this may take time. A lot even. However, I’m willing to be there with you for that time. Any expressions of anger or grief you may feel you can tell it all to me. I know the agency discourages certain discussions of your events, but rest assured I have no such restrictions.”

It took a few minutes, but Lenore finally recomposed themselves. “That… sounds very nice Dr. Chang. I’d love to meet with you again… this honestly was just one thing that was concerning me. I’ve got many questions on how to reintroduce myself to my family as well.. I’m the same age as my twin boys now. They’re in their mid 20s. And I’m younger than all three of my daughters.  I don’t want them to see me like… this emotional mess. This body will be enough for them to take in.”

With a brief scribble in his notebook, Dr. Chang said, “Of course. We can work on several different ways to manage your stress response under a variety of situations within our meetings. Mediation, mindfulness, and certain breathing exercises are a good start. We’ll start with the breathing exercises to round out the last part of our session.  

Lenore smiled and puffed out their muscular chest with a nod. “Thank you doctor, I’d like that.”

-

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Lenore Pei Lin

(Former stats marked by paranthesis)

Age: (64) 28

Height: (5′4) 6′4

Race: (Chinese American) Caucasian

Patient exhibits stressful responses typical of survivor syndrome, commonly known as survivor’s guilt. Fortunately no trauma related to initial tranformation so far. Subsequent sessions may need to explore how patient is handling the difference in biology. TF related assistance may come later when it comes to reintegration, specifically with family. Note to self, contact patient’s handler to ensure transition between initial family meet will be handled sensitively. 

Unfortunately no further insight on initial incident at dig site that the recovered footage did not already provide us. No further description on artifact outside the timeline on its activation. Confirmed original theory that the artifact did not cause subject to swap consciousness, but instead applied shapeshifting like changes to those involved as well. 

Current Status: I believe Lenore has a long journey ahead to process the events that happened at her excavation. Without a strong support system I worry about major depressive periods. If occurs, will diagnose and recommend the proper pharmaceuticals accordingly. Shows no sign of Post Transformation Personality Disorder due to lack of internal conflict and varied new interests. With time I think the patient will be accept the new situation. Will proceed sensitively. 

Post TF Therapy: Jack

“So. Tell me again. What brings you to my office today? You can be as honest or forthcoming as you’d like. I’m here to listen and not judge.” Dr. Chang said.

The calm intonation of the doctor’s voice put Jack at ease as he looked back at the mild mannered therapist before him and sighed. The wall behind Dr. C was filled with framed proof of the doctor’s accolades.

 “Dr. Evan Chang licensed TF therapist”, “Dr. Evan C, creator of TF acceptance method”, and “Dr. Chang, E in the TF Scientific Journal”

There was no doubt he was reputable, but Jack still found it difficult to open up. 

“Ok… well I’m Jack… I mean you know that. I… I guess. I’m still getting used to being… well the new me… still. I feel like people are staring all the time and I feel like an impostor every time I just try to act like me.”

The heat from the office was getting to Jack at this point and he undid his jacket revealing his huge arms strained against a thread-thin white shirt.

The doctor nodded and did his best not to blush at the very masculine man showing off his body. “Well that’s often the case for individuals in your position. From what you briefly told me over the phone I know that this is definitely a big change for you. Not many people go from a mild mannered Caucasian in his mid 20s to a quite athletic African American bodybuilder overnight.” Dr. Chang remarked as he scribbled in his notes. “Do you care to recount the day leading up to it? And the event itself perhaps?”

With a nervous tug on his snug shirt Jack replied, “Um… ok. If you think it’ll help Dr. C.”

The doctor reacted with a warm smile. “I’ve found it helps to vocalize these issues. Both for my understanding and potentially your own processing of the situation.”

Jack gulped. “Alright. It was just a normal Friday. Doing some coding on my laptop when my mind wandered. I… was too nervous to talk to my co worker and ask him out on a date… so when I get too nervous I peruse certain websites… the transformation based ones. You know?”

“I’m familiar. Is this where the source of your change happened?” the doctor asked.

“If you can call him that. He’s more of a pain in my ass. Oh sorry. Can I cuss and stuff here?” Jack’s concerned expression and meek demeanor definitely seemed at odds with his appearance but the doctor just waived him on to proceed. 

“Well yeah he is. I think he was some sort of magic guy or demon… he messaged me online when I was reading a story. Told me he knew the kinds of things I liked… said he could help with that… asked if I was willing to do anything for my changes… I thought he was a hard core RP partner… honestly it was pretty hot at the time. I feel so stupid for even humoring him.”

“It’s not your fault. Beings like what you’ve described have existed long before the internet. The modern age just gives them a wider area to prey on people even at their lowest,” the doctor said, doing their best to reassure Jack.

With another sigh Jack continued. “After that we started talking. I’d say a few things I wished I could be.. taller, stronger, even a different race… Then he’d tell me in great detail how I’d change… how I’d feel the bones crunching as I grew. How I’d feel my muscles burn as they expanded… he was really right about that one. When it finally happened I thought I was dying… I was also turned on the whole time. Despite the pain, part of me reacted physically to that… it was kinda hot.” At this point Jack was blushing and avoiding eye contact with Dr. Chang.

“That’s an understandable physiological response. Even though it was causing you pain, you were still undergoing a change you’ve always wanted. Not to mention your body was working overtime to accommodate those changes. Adrenaline, testosterone, and quite a lot more were briefly maximized in your body quite quickly. It’s alright that you felt that way.”

“Thanks doc… anyway it didn’t take long for me to explore my body. At this point I was practically flexing out of the torn remains of my shirt. I think I came nearly 5 more times after just getting nude. It was all so amazing at first, till I realized what had gone wrong… the RP we did had me exchange some of my skills with programming and my high IQ for this new body… and it had come true. I had to anonymously quit my job and move to a more affordable part of town. If it wasn’t for your payment plan I don’t think I’d be able to afford coming to see you Dr. Chang.”

The doctor smiled. “I do my best to accommodate all of my patients. Many people find themselves in hard times after they’ve changed. Forging a new identity isn’t cheap especially when you lose the ability that helped provide for your income.”

“Yeah that was quite a change. I wasn’t dumb. I mean I’m not dumb now. I’m still pretty smart, but I just had to find a job that didn’t ask too many questions or need a valid ID for a bit. I tried construction at first. It was pretty great using these big muscles to build heavy things all day, but if I’m honest that’s not for me. I’m more of an indoor guy and I didn’t make many friends on the job. Luckily when I started working out at one of the nearby gyms, the manager asked if I wanted to be a trainer! I was… very enamored with strength and fitness training… from a tf perspective. So I knew a little already… I kinda faked it till I made it as one of their trainers. And here I am today.”

Dr. Chang nodded encouragingly. “That’s wonderful to hear. It sounds like you’ve adapted quite well to your new situation. Are you enjoying your work at the gym?”

“Actually yeah. I’m kinda getting all the attention I wish I had before the change! It’s really fun to flex and show off a bit and people love it! But… that’s also where the problem is… why I came to see you.. I… don’t know how to act around people…”

“Can you elaborate? Do you feel like you’re experiencing social anxiety?”

“No… I mean I don’t think so… I’m just nervous when I act certain ways around people. I feel like I’m just pretending to be someone I’m not… like I didn’t earn this body, but people are constantly complimenting me on my gains. I’m the biggest guy in the gym most days, both in height and muscle. But I didn’t spend years making this body like I say I did. Plus there’s the whole race thing. Sometimes I feel like I’m talking a certain way or behaving a certain way and think ‘Oh. I’m just doing this because I think black people act like this.’ It’s like my inner monologue makes me feel like I’m acting on stereotypes. Which I don’t know, maybe I am. I made a big dick joke in the locker rooms and everyone laughed. But I feel guilty… like am I really black now? If so, am I black enough? Should I be participating more in black culture stuff!? Am I really a true jock too? Should I be doing more than just working out at the gym, like play basketball? I mean I love my new body, but it’s got me so confused.”

“Jack! Jack! It’s alright.” the doctor said calming him down. “You may find this comforting, but even outside of the tf community, these feelings are exhibited by many people. We live in a time where people of all kinds can choose to express themselves in countless ways. You’re not the only black man, wondering if he’s ‘black enough’ or the only athletic man who doesn’t want to participate in sports culture. If we’re speaking from a biological perspective, yes you are an African American man now. According to your medical records your body has changed at a cellular level and any biological trace of the old you is no more. However biology is just one of many factors that make up who you are. If you’d like to participate in a more black experience or get to know what life is like for other black people, there are cultural community groups that exist. Similarly if you want to start exerting yourself in athletics or keep up with sports you’re welcome to do so. The important thing to remember is you’ve got the freedom to choose. It doesn’t sound like you’re acting on racist preconceptions or arrogant jock behaviors, so I’m quite proud of how you’ve acclimated to your circumstances.”

“Wow… uh thanks doc. I… that feels good just to get off my chest… it’s nice to know I’m not alone in this. You know. At first I thought the hardest part of this would be finding clothes that fit this big body…”

Both laughed as Dr. Chang said, “Well I can understand that. You’ve got quite the imposing frame. All of those hours at the gym seem to have paid off. You’re doing an excellent job maintaining your physique post tf. Some find it too daunting and simply let go of any physical gain they received from their transformation… Well that looks like all the time we have for today. I look forward to seeing you next week to talk more, if you’re interested.”

“I am! Thanks Dr. Chang. I’ll catch you later… I think I’m gonna like therapy.” Jack said as he strides more confidently out of the room.

-

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Jack Everly 

(Former stats marked by paranthesis)

Age: (22) 30

Height: (5′7) 6′4

Race: (Caucasian) Black

Patient exhibits a promising acceptance to his transformation and appears to be integrating well into society. Patient shows no signs of revenge fantasies, power trips, or substance abuse coping mechanisms. Prognosis: Generalized Anxiety

Additional sessions likely could assist. No pharmaceutical recommendations at this time. 

Unfortunately no further info gained on entity that caused the change. Should further communication continue between them, will have to report this information to the authorities. 

Current status: I believe Jack to be safe for now and not subject to more changes. Shows no sign of Addictive Transformation Syndrome and will likely not seek out traditional means of tf (cursed objects, wishes on falling stars, pacts with otherworldly beings). 

TF Therapy: Anzu

With one hefty grunt, Anzu dropped the weights as they clanged to the ground. All the other guys around him quickly scattered. No one wanted to be next to this guy when he was in a bad mood. The patrons of the gym noticed that every Monday after an incredibly intense session, the “big guy” of the gym would finish up and the shake the floor as he stormed out. Wherever he was going, no one wanted to get in the way.

-

“Oh no! I’m late! I hope Dr.  C won’t be mad.” Anzu mumbled to himself, his bass tones going unheard by the patrons of the gym as he passed them. Most assumed Anzu was grumbling something to himself, but in fact this big beast of a man was just a nervous wreck whenever he was late to his therapy appointments.

A few minutes later and a whole list of apologies to the receptionist for breaking the automatic doors, Anzu was greeted by Dr.  Eric Chang. 

“Only 5 minutes late this time,” the doctor teased. “Either you’re getting more punctual, or your legs are getting stronger.” 

The two laughed. They’d been at this for the last 4 years since Anzu’s change first happened. The rapport they’ve built up certainly allowed these kinds of jokes. 

“Thanks for always keeping your doors open Dr. C! I really did try not to be late this time. You know how it is when I get a good pump going. I hit a new PR today! All the guys at the gym were TOTALLY jealous.” Anzu giggled to himself. 

“Well congratulations. I have to say I’m still quite proud of the progress you’ve made, both physically and emotionally to your body. I know it wasn’t always easy to show off your cheery disposition initially, nor was your first journey into the gym your body was a regular at. But you’ve improved in spades in the last 4 years.” Dr. Chang assured the beaming brute of a man in front of him. 

Anzu was just smiling. Even before the events of his big  change Anzu was always found smiling. That fateful day where Anzu and her mom were walking home from her gymnastics performance, holding first place trophies would be a moment she’d never forget. She was just a petite teenage girl, happy to be the first Japanese American student at her school to bring home first place in their small town. 

“Well the last 4 years had been a rough one, but you really helped me through all of it Dr. C. I’ve come to terms with being a victim of that body swap bomb by that gym. And honestly? I know I said I hated it at first, but these days I absolutely LOVE my new body! Remember how much I was complaining back then? I was a total mess!” Anzu said recounting dramatically her many emotional breakdowns. Everything from the original freak out when she saw how huge she was to the eventual meeting reintroduction to her family.

Eric gave a wry smile at this as he remembered vividly exactly what she was talking about. “But I’m so hairy And smelly all the time!”, “I can’t even fit into my cute shoes anymore!”, and “What boy is going to want to date a 40 year old meat head!” with other such similar quotes came rushing back. Back then Anzu was not doing well. Going from a petite gymnast to an aspiring middle age bodybuilder was certainly one of the more drastic changes Dr. Chang had ever helped council an individual through. The memory of holding a man over a foot taller than his lean frame as he cried nearly the entire session would be a session he’d never forget. One of the only things Anzu liked about the new body at first was its massive height, which Eric soon learned to bring up to cheer her up occassionally.

“And remember that time I kept trying to shave my beard? I mean sure I’ve let it grow now! But oh boy, I had so many paper towels on my face! But anyway I’ve got a huge issue!!! I’m feeling all those old icky sensations I used to. Like me getting all self conscious and stuff… Can we talk about that today?” Anzu asked.

“Of course Anzu, the floor is yours. What would you like to talk about?”

“Well… you know how I decided to go back to school last year? Like I know I’m not getting any gymnastics scholarships anymore, but I like made enough money at the warehouse to start night classes! The guys over there think I’m only smart enough to lift, but I’m showing them! Anyway… there’s this really cute grad student that works with the professor. He’s like this really handsome and cute Korean guy. Think, all the members of BTS rolled into one handsome Teacher’s Assistant! The way he smiles at me when he helps me with assignments just melts my heart! He likes makes me so nervous though… like seeing him and thinking about like him asking me out makes me blush so much. And then when I get flustered I get nervous and I start to sweat! And I’ve gotten used to that smell and actually kinda like it but I’m not sure if he thinks I stink and-”

“Anzu… one step at a time. First breathe, then think about what you want to say, and then explain it to me.” After a few moments pass Dr. Change asks, “So given your excitement, I imagine you find this young man attractive and would like to date him after this semester ends, correct?”

With a slow nod, Anzu smiles again tentatively. “He’s like so dreamy! But you know… I’m scared about what he’s gonna think about me… like I know he like guys AND girls… I’ve uh.. seen him on all the dating apps saying as much… but I haven’t… you know… dated anyone since before the incident… and that was in high school. Like… I kinda hate it. I’ve been so good since then and the one man comes along and makes me feel like I’m not good enough all of a sudden. Like who does he think he is!?”

“Again, Anzu. I’m going to ask we not make assumptions about this person before you’ve even asked him out on a date.” Dr Chang said, sighing. It was exhausting at times to keep up with Anzu.

However, rather than the notorious combative energy Anzu had when he was wrong, the face and demeanor quickly shifted to reserved and scared. “I… like. I know that. It’s… just sometimes I want it like it could’ve been… I want the handsome TA to  reach out to me and ask me for coffee and comment on my clothes. I want people to look at us and say how cute!.. I know I’m different… but I still wish I could have the things I’d always dreamed about… and since he’s so perfect… and like actually might like me as a guy… I just… I thought I was over all of this stuff… but it doesn’t take much to make me feel like an old hairy man who no one will love.” With that the tears came pouring out. A well placed tissue box helped cover most of the damage, but Eric knew it would take a lot more to fully dry off Anzu’s beard once a full cry was complete.

“Whew… ok. Well Anzu, I know it’s been awhile since you’ve felt these insecurities. And I’m glad you reached out with this info rather than bottling it up. Now that we’ve calmed down a bit and knowing how you never give up on things even when its hard, tell me. What do you plan to do? Keep in mind our previous exercises and your own self worth.”

With a deep breath Anzu said, “I… am a beautiful man who is going to ask out Minh, the handsome T.A. If he says no, that is in no way a testament to my character or my personality. I am an awesome person who never gives up and has worked this body really well to get huge muscles!”

“Well then I think you know what you’ve got to do. I look forward to hearing how things go next week once classes are over. As usual Anzu you’ve done most of the heavy lifting in these sessions Anzu. Guess you’re just no stranger to heavy lifting these days.” Dr. Chang smirks as he pats Anzu’s large arm. 

“Thanks Dr. C! I feel much better after these sessions. I’d hug you real tight if that was allowed still!” Anzu said with a fickle laugh. 

“Of course… you know though. Patient… doctor… boundaries and all…” Eric chuckled guiltily, knowing full well the motivation for this was to not be crushed by the over enthusiastic bodybuilder. “In any case, would you like to sit in the waiting room for a bit? The weather outside is getting quite rainy, wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Nah, that’s ok. Mom is coming to pick me up and- oh she just texted me! She’s here!” 

Outside the two saw a very nice car pull up to the doorway and the handsome visage of Mrs. Reika could be seen coming out.

Though rarely mentioned Dr. Chang was proud of how well Anzu’s mother had transitioned from mild mannered housewife to handsome male model. 

The suit he was wearing, clung to his form bravely, having just a built enough body to show off yet still having clothes that fit. A problem that Anzu would perpetually encounter.

“Alright, thanks for another great session Dr. C! Bye!! Hey mom! Thanks for coming!… Oh my gosh! Fine! I won’t hug you and get your suit all wrinkly…. You’re making it up to me later at the gym when you spot me!”

With that the two drove off leaving Eric once again with his notes. 

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Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on (former) patient: Jaime Rodriguez Jr.

(Former stats marked by paranthesis)

Age: (20) 44

Height: (5′1) 6′5

Race: (Japanese) Arab

Weight: (98lbs) 290lbs - 131 kg

Continual meetings with patient prove to be beneficial for self - esteem issues. Subject is quite forthcoming with information, leading to perfect individual to study for longitudinal effects of body swap bomb survival. Original theory that long term swap acceptance, leading to personality shifts proved incorrect as much of the original Anzu shines through regardless of the scenario. However, the natural abilities associated with muscle memory were shown to be one successfully transferred attribute. Unknown if sexuality was at all effected by the swap, as both Anzu and Sayed Ibrahim, were attracted to men pre and post swap. Further complicated by the  fact that they both were attracted to “pretty boys”.

Given the reduction in frequency of degradation of transformation based mental issues, will likely recommend a termination to therapy once subject is situated in a new relationship. 

Note to self: Determine if Anzu learns that Minh is also a victim of a body swap bomb.

The Great Shift: Bigger or Better?

“Boom! Boom! Flexing like this never gets old man! How about another set after a few minutes of flexing?” Dimitri boasted as he turned from the mirror to show off to his panting friend. The titan of a man showed little regard for any nearby exhaustion as he proudly showed of his huge 25 inch arms and massive thighs.

Milton was sitting down, hands on his knees tired from the insane workout they’d just completed. “Uh… no man. I think I’m good. You’re uh… looking real big though!  Keep it up!”

“Ha! Thanks man. Alright I’ll do a few more sets then catch you in the showers” Dimitri said, stomping away to the deadlifts.

Out of all the bodies these two nerds found themselves in, Milton never expected that he and Dimitri would wake up as Asian bodybuilders. Getting back to Canada had been rough of course, but time flies when you’ve got huge body to admire along the flight home. Milton assumed that life would turn back to much as it was back when they lived Edmonton. Finish college courses, play video games, and watch movies! However, it seemed more than just Dimitri’s body had changed. 

Rumors of a huge guy filling his waking hours at the college gym spread quickly. It didn’t take a genius to learn that all the early mornings Milton heard his roommate sneaking off were his subtle attempts to get more workout time. It was like Dimitri was addicted. Soon it became so normalized that Dimitri started goading his shy friend into accompanying him. Weekly workouts turned into every other day sessions, and those became daily! It hadn’t even been that long but Dimitri had seemed to grow his body even larger. 

No one would ever think that the shrimpy Russian boy who barely weighed more than 100lbs, would now be close to breaking 300lbs of pure muscle in his six and a half foot frame. His best friend certainly saw little in common with his past and current self. Dimitri seemed outgoing in so many unfamiliar ways now. Popular frats were inviting him to parties. Girls were coming up to him after a long workout. Coaches were asking if he wanted to join the wrestling, football, or rugby teams!

Part of Milton thought that he was losing his best friend to this huge body of his, causing a look of concern to become drawn over his face as he sulked off to the lockers. 

“Oh and Mil!” Dimitri called out mid set across the gym. “Rest up because when I’m done, I’m gonna kick your ass in Call of Duty later!” The low boisterous voice of his friend calling him out, filled Milton with a little hope. Maybe there was still a small part of his tiny friend inside the big lug. 

The Great Shift: The Satō Family Halloween

Rieko One of the things that the great shift disrupted the most were families. Take the  Satō family for example, a lovely family from Japan who immigrated to the US one day before The Great Shift. They’d hope moving next to a university, starting new jobs, and staying together as a family would make the changes easier, however, the great shift had other plans. On the bright side a few years later, they finally began to accept their new lives.

The Father:  Takehiko

Raising a family during the great shift was not easy for  Takehiko, especially when one moment he was a middle age Japanese business man and the next he became an 18 year old athlete! When the shift hit he found himself running down what he’d later learn was an American football field in the middle of a practice. Needless to say he was confused, sweaty, and surprised by his new youth and vitality. 

The first few for Takehiko Satō was finding this young man’s locker, getting new clothes, and trying to find his way back home. It wasn’t long before he began to feel new urges in his body though. Especially when he was surrounded by a bunch of hot guys equally in a state of undress showing off their muscular bodies. Whoever he was now, was definitely attracted to men! 

At first he thought he was lucky in that regard. In the subsequent days of the shift he learned how separated and disjointed the people of the world had become. However, his family luckily shifted into nearby people! However, he’d eventually learn that things would have to change in the next few years.

“Hey Taki, are you sure it’s ok for us to go to the party? What about your family?” Jerome said, adjusting his spartan costume next to Takehiko.  The two had been dating for a little over a year now, after the undeniable chemisty they’d shared on the football field once they first swapped. “You’re just nervous because this is your first frat party. Trust me, it’s gonna be fun! And I’ll be right here the whole time.” Takehiko teased, a Japanese accent still could be heard in his voice. 

Jerome blushed. “I know, but isn’t your wife gonna be there?” This caused  Takehiko  to laugh. “Of course he is, it’s his party afterall!”

The Mother -  Rieko

“ALPHAS! ARE YOU READY TO PARTY!?”  Rieko screamed at his frat members. The young men all cheered as the Alpha Phi DJ blared their music.

Out of all the family member it appeared that the mother Rieko has changed the most. It started out innocently at first. Sure she had shifted in the middle of a frat party while her body was doing a keg stand, but that wasn’t what started her on this path. She was a translator for various government officials previously, a skill that was super helpful once it was clear her new frat bros needed some tutoring for their linguistics major. To her it was helpful in two ways. One she could help these poor young men with their studies and two they could help acquaint her with her new manly body. 

In all honest she didn’t feel all that much like a mother to her kids now, nor a wife to her now gay husband. In fact quite the opposite, her new frat bros who had mostly swapped amongst each other happily introduced her to frat life. Everything from drinking, partying, and making out with hot babes! Soon “Ray” was the new sensation around campus developing quite the reputation.

This was evident by his costume made, entirely of all the beer boxes he’d drunk this week. The dude was an animal!

“Yo Takehiko! Jerome! Glad you can make it bros. Sweet spartan outfits.” Ray said finishing his beer and smashing it against his head. 

“Thanks Ray! Looking good yourself. Though you could lose a few boxes in my opinion.” Takehiko winked back fliratiously. 

“Ha Ha. Very funny man. You know I don’t swing that way. Anyway, enjoy the party guys, drinks are on the frat house tonight! Oh and Takehiko, the kids are alright tonight, right?” Ray asked, his bro persona fading for a second. 

“Of course dear, they’re gonna be here soon. They’re all grown up now, trust them!”

The Brother - 

“What do you mean you don’t like my sailor costume?! It’s Popeye!”  Taishi said crossing his arms sulking. 

“You know that’s not what I met,” Vince replied, his deep voice showing the most remorse it could. “It’s just no one thinks of The Rock and thinks, buff sailor dude.” Their other friend John laughed and snorted in the corner

“Well they will now!” Tai flexed confidently. 

Taishi probably had the most difficult time adjusting when they’d all swapped bodies. He’d gone from teen eager to start school in America, to one of the literal biggest Actors in Hollywood!. It took a great deal of time for him to get used to his big new body. He kept bumpging into things, breaking things, and finding clothes was a nightmare. Nothing fit!

However, as one of the few people who swapped into a famous person, there were some perks. Namely, studios still wanted this body in movies! It was a lucrative deal, Tai would be filmed saying a sentence or two and get paid a lot! It was pretty convenient since now he was basically supporting his family. Both his parents were pretty much back in college, so he was the only source of income for the last few years. 

It was pretty lonely just doing these acting gigs and neglecting his studies, but then he met Vince and John! Two other students who became celebrities. The three became pretty well known these days. After all seeing The Rock, Vin Disel, and John Cena all hanging out drew a lot of attention!.

“So… we’ve got our costumes… is your sister gonna be joining us tonight?” Vince asked blushing slightly.

“Oh my gosh Vince, will you ever stop asking about Manaka? She’s such a nerd, what do you even see in her?” Tai said rolling his eyes.

“Probably that she’s super hot,” John giggled with a laugh the sounded out of place from the former wrestler’s body. 

“You guys suck, but whatever. She’s gonna be at my mom’s frat party, so let’s hurry up or you two horn dogs will miss her!” Tai growled annoyed.

The three huge celebrity men, then walked their way through the suburban streets to the university frat houses. Many onlookers were surprised and even a few asked for autographs and selfies. Taishi took his time with the poses and the signatures. At the back of his mind he was hoping Manaka wouldn’t wear anything too obscene at the party. 

The Sister - Manaka

“Manny! Manny! Manny!” The crowd of handsome men and women cheered as he took to the dance floor. 

Before the shift, Manaka would never be so bold as to start dancing at a party wearing only a jockstrap and body paint. No. Manaka was more into comics and American animated shows. She was a big super hero fan and had such a crush on all the green lanterns. From Ryan Reynolds’ Hal Jordan to the Justice League’s John Stewart. That last once is what inspired this costume afterall. 

Once the great shift landed her in the body of a very scantily dressed male model, Manaka was nearly mortified. However, all the people on set were very understanding and gave Manaka new clothes that would fit the body she was in before calling her parents. Going from a teenager girl to a full grown man was a shock to say the least. Her big brother had his famous friends to help him through his changes. His parents even had football players and frat bros to help them. So one night Manaka started a vlog outlining how her experience had been. 

Turns out a hot guy on the internet spouting out super relatable messages draws attention, and overnight Manka  Satō became MuscleManManny, the life vlogger. All the positive messages from online really helped Manaka accept his new body and embrace it. And all of it was filmed. From his new workout routine, to his daily makeup tutorials, to his infamous rants, and even to his first attempts shaving his hairy body! In fact on Manny’s 18th birthday this year, he even started an Only Fans! He was making almost as much money as his brother the celebrity was! 

-

Once the music died down people crowded around Manny like they always do, thats is until his big brother came in. 

“Well look what the rock dragged in. How ya doing Tai? Finish the latest fast and furious movie? Oh, hi Vince.” Manny laughed patting Tai on the back. 

“Jumanji actually.” Tai said sticking his tongue out at his little sister, who was only about an inch shorter than he was. These two towered over the average sized guests. 

“Yo, no fighting kids. We’re here to have fun. We always said we’d find a time to be together  for things like Halloween!” Ray, said emerging from the kitchen with beers in  his hands for all of them. 

“Thanks mom,” the two big men said, as they took the beers. They’d always had a weird sense of competition and they were nearly racing to finish there’s first. 

Manny was victorious and was the first to ask, “Oh hey, has anyone seen dad?”

Tai, who was coughing up beer sighed and said, I think I seem him over there making out with Jerome.”

Takehiko  met his big son’s eyes as he broke away from Jerome and slowly walked towards them. “Sorry you had to see that kids…” he said blushing innocently.

Manny just laughed. “It’s alright dad, we know you and mom aren’t really right for each other anymore. We just want both of you to be happy.”

“Yeah!” Tai added, “Plus, we all grown ups here. We just wanted to have some fun together. As a family tonight.”

Both father and mother grinned teary eyed. “Yeah! That’s the spirit!” Ray said pounding his chest and brining them all in for a group hug.

At this Jerome gave a big “Awww! That’s so cute. Takehiko can I take a picture of all of you together?” 

The entire family laughed as Jerome took a picture of them. Whether its separation, growing up, or even a world wide body swap, nothing could keep this family apart. 

TF Therapy: Jamie

“Come on Dr. Chang, do I have to do this now?” Jaime protested looking sullen. He hated having to share a recap of how the last week went EVERY week.

“Yes Mr. Rodriguez. I know you hate having to explain yourself every week, but I need to understand how you are adapting to your new family dynamic.” Dr. Evan Chang replied calmly.

“Gah! Please don’t call me Mr. Rodriguez! That’s literally my dad! Not me! It’s hard enough being in his body. Please just call me Jaime.” The once young man ran his hand through his graying hair and sighed.

“Alright. Well Jaime, can you please tell me how you and your father are adapting to your new situation? For example, how was the move? How is your new job at the hardware store going?”

With a reluctant huff Jaime replied. “It’s going good… I guess! The move was fine. Even though dad had me drive most of the way. The new house is smaller than our old one, but all the stuff works at least. I’m… glad they let me keep my Switch. Gaming is still fun to me at least… The job is cool. It’s a lot different than my other job at the mall last year, but it’s also kind of the same. The mental stuff… like my dad’s skills and things are coming to me easier. I know all about construction and building. I even answered this young couple’s question about building a front porch swing…Gosh and I keep calling people young and stuff! I hate it!”

The doctor continued to take notes before looking up at Jaime. “Interesting. Well it’s not uncommon for these skills to transition given the way your change happened. Mystical artifacts, wishes on old carnival machines, and even waking up in alternate worlds often all have the same side effect of… assisting with the transition in various ways.”

“Well I didn’t ask for that stupid crystal jar’s help. Stupid dad bringing it home. How was I supposed to know that one dumb wish was all it took. All I said was that I wish he could understand college life better. I knew he didn’t want me going too far from home and I wasn’t! But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t dream of transferring one day!” Jaime’s anger grew recalling the events of his change a few weeks ago. He clenched his hands and noticed how his biceps naturally tensed and grew.

“Alright Jaime. Remember what we discussed. Breathe. Think. It’s alright to be angry, it’s okay to be sad. But you have to feel these emotions, not let them dictate your actions.” Dr. Chang said. 

“I know!  I know… I’m sorry. It just feels like a bad memory that won’t go away… It started out good… you know. When I thought it was temporary. Here I am, finally getting to have that growth spurt I wanted.. finally getting muscles I envied from my dad. It was like ‘Now who is too small for sports!’ and I was like happy for a bit.” Jaime trailed off wistfully, but still gripped his leg as if by reflex.

The doctor nodded encouragingly. “That’s a very typical response. Some sons grow taller than their dads naturally. You just happened to have an early start. And judging by how you’ve walked in, you seem to be adapting to your new body very well.”

“Really? You think so? Sometimes it feels like I’m just pretending to be this adult. I mean I know I’m already 18, and that is what I am already, but I mean… it’s hard to explain.”

Dr. Chang smiled at Jaime. “You’ll be happy to know that many individuals who transition from adolescence to adulthood experience that same thing. You are around the age when a lot of people are establishing their identity, learning their preferences, and figuring out how they want to act.”

“I wanted to figure that all out in college. Even if it wasn’t my first choice I would’ve done it there!” Jaime said feeling angry again.

Dr. Chang squinted for a second and then decided to try an unconventional approach. “Is that why you have barely mentioned your father in your sessions? I’m aware your new placement has him attending the local state college. I imagine that must be difficult for you to see him in that sort of environment.”

“Of course it is! That was supposed to be me! Now there he goes in my old body just going to school. And he’s doing really good there! Plus he’s starting to workout in my body and making friends and having fun and and and… I’m jealous. All the things he wanted me to have… he gets it now and I just have to watch. I don’t even like watching anime anymore… he took that too… I’m… afraid he’s just gonna take everything else… but it’s not like he’s being mean about it. He’s really kind and takes care of me still… makes dinner… asks how my day was… I’m just so angry all the time… just like he was after a long day of work. I hate it.”

Jaime heard the doctor put his notes down. “I’m sorry to hear that parts of his temperament seemed to have stayed in that body. I’m also sorry that you no longer have the same prospects as you were expecting. I’d like to say that this is all something that is going to take some getting used to. However, I don’t want to understate the gravity of the situation. Yes, that artifact caused you to swap bodies with your dad, but it has done more than that. Further research into it has shown that the artifact is still active meaning its effect on you and your dad seem to not be done yet.”

The confused patient looked at Dr. Chang. “What do you mean? I thought switching our bodies was the whole wish?”

“It’s possible it was. However, given how you’ve behaved in my last sessions I would postulate that perhaps it was simply the beginning. You have taken more of your dad’s characteristics like temperment. Not only that you seem to have a more powerful build than your father once had.”

Jaime was speechless. He hadn’t realized it but his dad’s clothes had seemed tighter. All those moments flexing in the mirror, seem to make a lot more sense now. Same for his new found self assuredness at his job.

“Not only that,” the doctor continued, “But you’ve commented on how he’s seemlessly transitioning into college life. Well that could be from your wish for him to understand college better. To me he’s acting like a new student enjoying college and is having fun, while you’re becoming a strengthened and more confident version of your father.”

“He did wish I was stronger and could understand life better…”Jaime trailed off. “So I’m gonna keep changing and acting different? Will I even be me afterwards? I’ve got to be honest Dr. Chang coming here and talking about this stuff is just making me feel worse and worse.” Jaime looked down glumly.

“I’m glad you felt open enough to share that with me Jaime. Honestly your situation is a bit out of the ordinary. I typically work with individuals who are completed with their transformation… If I may. I’ve got a suggestion you may like as an alternative. It combines a… therapeutic aspect of saying your issues, but puts you in touch with people who have gone through changes similar to yourself. How would you feel about trying a support group for other guys who found themselves growing older and bigger?”

2 months later

“You’ve reached the voice mail of Dr. ERIC CHANG. I cannot come to the phone at the moment, but if you leave your name and number I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” BEEP

“Hey Dr. Chang. It’s Jaime. I just wanted to send you a monthly check up message. Support Group has been great! Hearing all the amazing stories that guys like me have been through, growing up, having to take new responsibilities, adjusting to whole new realities! Can’t believe I’m the shortest guy there, but I’m definitely not the scrawniest! It’s all so great. Thanks for recommending me for the program.  If you every need anything at lawn or construction equipment just find me at the store! Jr. Is doing well too. I call him Jr. in public now since it makes more sense. He’s enjoying college life and well… I’m happy for him. I warn him not to party too hard and to stay safe so he knows I mean well. As for me I’ve been going to a local gym to see how much I could push this changing body! And well I’ll send you a picture after this, but I’ve definitely improved. Anyway me and the other guys from group are gonna meet for some drinks. I’ve really embraced my new life. Sorry therapy didn’t work out like you thought, but I’m doing much better.”

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on (former) patient: Jaime Rodriguez Jr.

(Former stats marked by paranthesis)

Age: (18) 49

Height: (5′10) 6′2

Patient exhibited a noncompatible mindset for therapy. Likely a result of communicating his transition to a mature adult life to an adult caused some dissonance. Recommend for group therapy and seems to be thriving in new environment. Previous symptoms showed a mixture of involuntary personality and ability transference. Subject seems to have maintained interest for video games, spicy foods, and technology. 

Former father Jaime Rodriguez Sr. seems to have thrived. While not my patient seems to be adapting to life as an 18 year old seamlessly with little to no counselling needed. Reminder to contact both to complete longitudinal study for swapped case study. 

Crystal artifact recovered has finally powered down, meaning likely no further changes for either individual. Unfortunately this artifact no longer shows sign of exhibiting mystical energy after it completed the wish. Will be archived in the Vault for long term storage. 

Big Veggies

“Babe? You didn’t go to the farmer’s market for the ORGANIC veggies did you?” Amos boomed, as his voice carried from the kitchen.

“Uh… of course I did babe. Hold on let me put my game down… Also does your voice sound different?” Raj replied half distracted as he just beat another guy in competitive Smash Bros. 

“Get in here right now mister!” 

“Geez alright I’m coming I’m coming and WHAT THE HELL! Amos what happened to you!?” Raj  stared at his once petite and delicate boyfriend who now towered over him. 

“Well I was just going about my night, eating the salad you made me for dinner and I felt a little weird. I’m glad I removed my shirt or else it would’ve been torn up just like my new socks!” Amos gestured town snootily to a pile of torn up fabric that surrounded feet that took up two whole kitchen tiles a piece. 

“Hey! Eyes up here babe! Anyway, I was freaking out and wondering if I had an allergic reaction or something with all this swelling. So I started going through the fridge and found THIS!” Amos held up a huge vegetable from the counter.

“Oh… that’s why you asked why I didn’t got to the farmer’s market.” Raj said guiltily. “Well, ya see… Amos don’t get mad but… I didn’t get the groceries from the farmer’s market… I got it from the fancy store by the factory.”

Amos glared at his boyfriend. Normally it was cute when the little guy was throwing a fit, now Raj gulped as it looked like he was one sassy slap away from an early grave. 

“You know I hate that place Raj! They were that weird store that got their food from the factory that used illegal growth hormone on all their animals! I did that whole protest for it and even went vegetarian just for that!”

Raj could only meekly nod. “I know! I know! But I was tired. It was late. I just wanted to go home and play some games because there was this new DLC recently and-”

“I don’t want to here another word! We are going to do some research and call the hospital! And then afterwards you are going to give me a foot rub because you’re really stressing me out!” With that Amos sauntered off to the den where his laptop was. His huge form having to duck through the doorway and his tight jeans highlighting every movement of his ever swaying ass. Raj was just nervous about how he’d even get his hand around those huge feet.

A few hours later and a few yells at the hospital over the phone they learned that Amos was experiencing something a few others around town have gone through. “They’re calling it Organic Growth Syndrome babe,” Amos said a little sullenly as he curled up in bed. He’d finally discarded his clothes, took a shower, and was in an ill fitting bathrobe and towel.

“They’re saying it may go away over time or might be permanent. What are we gonna do if I’m stuck like this?” Amos looked teary eyed at Raj as he lay his newly heavy form over his boyfriend. 

It took Raj all the strength he had to support his new big lover and said, “Hey. It’s alright Amos. From what the doctors said you were on the low end of changes. You only grew about 8 inches brining you up to 6′6. Not to mention you got muscles unlike all those guys that got really heavy with fat. Whatever happens, we’re gonna do this together.” Raj kissed Amos’ forehead and hugged him. Or at least did his best to. Raj wasn’t the biggest guy so he couldn’t even wrap his arms all the way around Amos’ wide shoulders.

“You’re the best Raj. I’m a lucky lucky guy.” Amos said wiping the tears from his eyes by nuzzling  Raj’s face. With a sly grin he then moved one of his massive feet up Raj’s thighs. “Well if this isn’t permanent, what say you and I explore this body a little more tonight. I’ll promise I’ll make up for interrupting your game.”

Amos then wiggled out of the robe and dropped the towel revealing one of the biggest dicks Raj had ever seen. However, Amos was a notorious bottom and he turned over revealing the thickest ass! How Amos was concealing that before was beyond him, but Raj simply nodded mesmerized by its size. He was already rock hard thinking about plowing his boyfriend’s new big butt and maybe something more.

“Thanks babe. And maybe after we have some fun back here… we try out that new dick of yours one me.” Raj smirked as Amos blushed. Their little home as well as many around town were going to be up quite late that night. 

“Maybe if we pose like THIS you’ll remember us!” Zachary said as he began to kneel, flexing his huge biceps and stretching his already tight sweatpants. Walter flexed too, unable to look away from the huge mound of dark muscle the peaked.

“I told you guys. I’m just trying to get to the gym’s locker room. I have no clue who you are! I don’t follow bodybuilders. Now get out of the way, my friends are waiting for me.” Luke exhaustedly sighed. Earlier today he hadn’t expected an urgent text from his friends to meet at the gym. They never wanted to work out. However, as their resident track and field friend, he thought it good to encourage this kinda hangout since it got them off consoles and into the gym. 

“Come on man,” said Zach standing to his full height, dwarfing Luke by a foot. “We didn’t send you that text to just walk right by us.” 

Walter smiled. “Yeah Luke! Don’t you want to feel all the hard work we did at the gym?” 

“How did you know my name?” Luke said perplexed. 

“Hey Zach, I think you made the new looks too believable. Did you want to turn his awareness on?” Walter asked as Zach pulled out his phone and fiddled with it a bit. Suddenly Luke’s eyes glazed over and then snapped wide open.

“You guys! How did you! Your so huge! And different races! And so hot!” Luke gasped, letting that last part slip out. His two friends just smirked. “Well its a long story! We’ll be happy to tell you, but we’re a bit sore from our workouts. How about you give us a little foot massage and then work your way up,” Zach smirked with a wink.  “Then we’ll tell you all about it. 

Luke didn’t have to be asked twice. He walked between his two hulking friends eagerly hearing the story about their new Chronivac and what changes they had in store for Luke!

The Great Shift: Bigger or Better?

“Boom! Boom! Flexing like this never gets old man! How about another set after a few minutes of flexing?” Dimitri boasted as he turned from the mirror to show off to his panting friend. The titan of a man showed little regard for any nearby exhaustion as he proudly showed of his huge 25 inch arms and massive thighs.

Milton was sitting down, hands on his knees tired from the insane workout they’d just completed. “Uh… no man. I think I’m good. You’re uh… looking real big though!  Keep it up!”

“Ha! Thanks man. Alright I’ll do a few more sets then catch you in the showers” Dimitri said, stomping away to the deadlifts.

Out of all the bodies these two nerds found themselves in, Milton never expected that he and Dimitri would wake up as Asian bodybuilders. Getting back to Canada had been rough of course, but time flies when you’ve got huge body to admire along the flight home. Milton assumed that life would turn back to much as it was back when they lived Edmonton. Finish college courses, play video games, and watch movies! However, it seemed more than just Dimitri’s body had changed. 

Rumors of a huge guy filling his waking hours at the college gym spread quickly. It didn’t take a genius to learn that all the early mornings Milton heard his roommate sneaking off were his subtle attempts to get more workout time. It was like Dimitri was addicted. Soon it became so normalized that Dimitri started goading his shy friend into accompanying him. Weekly workouts turned into every other day sessions, and those became daily! It hadn’t even been that long but Dimitri had seemed to grow his body even larger. 

No one would ever think that the shrimpy Russian boy who barely weighed more than 100lbs, would now be close to breaking 300lbs of pure muscle in his six and a half foot frame. His best friend certainly saw little in common with his past and current self. Dimitri seemed outgoing in so many unfamiliar ways now. Popular frats were inviting him to parties. Girls were coming up to him after a long workout. Coaches were asking if he wanted to join the wrestling, football, or rugby teams!

Part of Milton thought that he was losing his best friend to this huge body of his, causing a look of concern to become drawn over his face as he sulked off to the lockers. 

“Oh and Mil!” Dimitri called out mid set across the gym. “Rest up because when I’m done, I’m gonna kick your ass in Call of Duty later!” The low boisterous voice of his friend calling him out, filled Milton with a little hope. Maybe there was still a small part of his tiny friend inside the big lug. 

TF Therapy: Ivan

“Walking has helped… I guess.  After everything that’s happened, I can at least say the weather has been nice. Spring is right around the corner.” Ivan says adjusting his glasses. Though optimistic in wording, the tone Ivan conveyed still felt more somber. 

Dr. Eric Chang nods, taking note of this. “Well exercise of any caliber can assist in many aspects of mental health. I’m glad you remembered that from out last session. However, I’m guessing you’re still feeling a bit out of sorts. Might I ask if you have anything specific on your mind?”

Ivan let out a long sigh as he looked down at his body. Large firm pecs centered between two powerful arms that were even bigger when flexed. A set of abs beside a tattoo he never even got. “It’s just the guilt doctor…I know that every time I walk down the street, talk to a person, or even look in the mirror… I’m just using something that doesn’t belong to me. I didn’t workout to get these muscles. I didn’t feel the pain getting this tattoo. I didn’t spend the hours needed to become a male model. I’m just using a collection of stolen parts… and I feel terrible.”

The doctor nodded solemnly placing his pencil and paper down. “I appreciate the self awareness you have to the scenario you are in Ivan. However, I fear you’re mistaken at a few parts. Namely. You did not steal anything. Let me ask you. Were you the one that created that myserious fog that passed through your small town?”

Ivan shook his head no.

“And were you the one that selected Mr. Bromare’s musculature to be added to your form?”

Ivan shook his head again.

“Or Mr. Mendacina’s racial features? Or Angelo Vera’s facial structure?”

“No…” Ivan replied tiredly.

“Correct. The legal definition for theft is the taking of another person’s property with the intent of depriving that person of it. You lack the intention behind such a crime. So I’ll ask that you not refer to yourself as a thief.” Dr. Chang requests.

A brief nod escapes Ivan’s head as he continues to look down and not meet the doctor’s eyes.

“Can you help me understand why you feel these moments of guilt? I understand that you experienced  body dysphoria issues and a frustration with weight loss. Are these feelings grounded in fear? Insecurity?”

Ivan shrugs his broad shoulders. “I… I don’t know Doctor Chang. I don’t understand it all that well myself I guess. I feel guilty that I got all these good qualities for one. I know the people who examined me said the traits that were swapped between all the people were random, but I feel bad being one of the only lucky ones here. Not only that, the doctors tell me that these changes are permanent. Not just irreversible but permanent. So no matter how much I eat or don’t workout I’ll still have this same general form. Same goes for the others who can’t build their bodies back to what they once were. And here I am just reaping the benefits and i don’t deserve any of this. None of us do…”

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me Ivan. Changes as drastic as yours certainly carry their fair share of traumatic episodes. And the sensations you describe are very akin to survivor’s guilt… with another exception. All the people who were involved in the Trait Storm are still alive. Yes. Many of their standards of livings have changed. Yes we had to move everyone from your town to different cities to assist with a decontamination of the area.  But no one was physically hurt by the exchanging of traits and attributes. I can assure you many I have mentioned today are seeking out therapy, while others are simply adapting to their new lives. The burden of responsibility here does not lie with you or your guilt, but of the individuals responsible. This is all to say the internal struggles many like yourself are going through, do not fall on your shoulders. Your feelings of guilt and inadequacy don’t serve them or any form of penance.”

The young man nods. “I… guess that makes sense… Logically I know it makes sense. I still can’t get the feelings to go away. And I hate myself for that. Like I hate myself and feel guilty and then I also hate myself for feeling guilty.”

Eric smiles. “As mentioned before, I appreciate your self awareness in this regard. That gives us a good starting point on how to approach your issue. Negative self talk can be a harmful and persistent challenge many face even out side of TF Therapy. However, there are a multitude of ways to tackle it. Mindfulness, meditation, and self-compassion. We actually have an entire book that covers self talk and how we communicate with ourselves. Would that be something you were interested in looking into?”

“I… I think it would be thank you.” Ivan says as Dr. Chang hands him a book. He takes a minute to read through its pages and survey all the relateable anecdotes. And after a few minutes of reading stories with accompanied exercises he smiles, and nods more.

“Thank you Dr. Chang… can I keep this? It’ll be nice to read… I found a good place to read outside at the park I’ve been walking to. I can return it and-”

“By all means Ivan. Keep it. I’m glad I can help. Now. We only have a few more minutes left, is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

Ivan’s disposition shifts again. Looking less sad and more embarrassed. “Well… it’s not as big as the other stuff. But I still feel… weird about it… I was seeing someone before the Trait Storm. His name was Larson Price. Well… they recently allowed intercommunication between people we once knew… and… well he was telling me about some of his changes. He got a little taller, finally got that beard he wanted to grow, and even got a deeper voice… However, he said that when he saw a picture of the new me… he wasn’t… attracted to it. We think maybe his sexuality shifted? Is that a thing for these kinds of changes? The doctor only told us about physical changes nothing like this… can… will we? I mean do we have a chance?”

Eric paused for a second. He knew all too well the struggles of trying to maintain a relationship after one’s sexuality was altered. Before he could respond a small alarm went off.

“I’m sorry Ivan. I don’t know much on the subject of the Trait Storm effecting sexuality. I’ll be sure to research this topic and next week we can discuss more. Does that sound alright?”

“Of course. Thanks again Dr. Chang. I’ll see you next week.”

The two waved goodbye as Eric sighed. He hated lying to his patients. 

-

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Ivan Antonova

Age:(32) 32

Height: (5′9) 6′2

Weight (190lbs) 225lbs

Race: (Caucasian) Mixed South American and South Asian

Patient  appears to experience issues regarding self esteem manifesting in guilt and negative mindsets. Severity unknown at this time, but strong likelihood for a non pharmaceutical approach. Prognosis: high chance of recovery and coping. 

I’m hoping my expressions didn’t betray me when discussing significant others and sexuality changes. With any luck and further studies I can put my own personal problems to rest on this matter and hopefully help others along the way. If that is the case, then my time working for this agency may be coming to a close. I wonder if this is the right thing to do. I have a responsibility to my patients as well as the future individuals I can help… but I also have a responsibility to me and to my own life/happiness… I’ll consider all angles before I act.

The Great Shift: Journals

Day 2

Ok. According to the map. Just a few more miles of forest till the town. You can do this Jace.

Oh wait… I don’t think this is how diaries or journals work… Let’s… start simpler… context.

A few years ago, Jace would’ve never believed he’d be hiking through entire forests just to get to one small town. A year ago, Jace never expected to find a boyfriend. A few months ago, no one would’ve ever predicted the Great Shift! The wave of mysterious energy that put 90% of the world’s population in random bodies! Some of these shifts were more localized. Two individuals in a local area swapping between one another.  Then there were the chaotic shifts. One individual finding themselves in an entirely new continent, while their original body was someone entirely unrelated to their current form. I was somewhere in the middle. I went from the west coast of the United States to the East! But I had to meet someone in the middle.

My name is Jace. I’m 21 years old and a few months ago I was just finishing up college, studying geology and biology. Didn’t know what to do with all that info, but that was gonna be a next year problem. Had a pretty nuclear family, with my mom, dad, and sister back home, but the real wild part of my life was that I was dating a guy 8 years older than me. Anthony was this big shot businessman, though he was real humble about it. We hit it off immediately and despite the age difference, still managed to make things work! There wasn’t a night we didn’t talk to one another about movies we liked, philosophy we believed, universal truths, and favorite foods!

Well… until the night of the shift. That’s when one moment I was studying in my warm bedroom, and the next in a thick jacket huddled around a campfire and tent, in the middle of a strange wilderness! For the longest time I thought I was in a dream. Here I was, thinking it impossible for me to be transported elsewhere. If it wasn’t for the old school radio, in my new tent I would’ve never known that the shift happened to other people too.

But that’s where this new body came in. You see. I was certainly more of the shorter bookish type. Glasses, nerdy interests, and not an athletic bone in my body. I was a boy scout growing up, but while I internalized the lessons, I was much more concerned learning about nature rather than living in it.  So imagine 5’1 100lb me, suddenly stumbling around in the forests as a 6’4 burly woodsman.

I couldn’t find any ID on this guy. Or any form of identifier, just some basic survival gear. With not a lot to go on, but a certain desire to figure out what’s happening to my friends and family, I set off through the woods to get some answers.

The first couple minutes were jarring enough. Getting used to being over a foot taller and stacked with muscles were one thing, but I kept tripping everywhere because my feet were pretty big. I wasn’t too proud of my size 8s, but these babies were at least size 16s. Hopefully I could find some better shoes after I got out of here.

Day 3

Took me about a day and a half to get to the first city. Camping and other stuff just came easy with all the right supplies! However, once I got close to civilization I just heard the sound of car crashes and screaming. Turns out an entire metropolitan area didn’t fair too well. Too many people in too many different places, turned society upside down. Lots of looting, running, and panicking. Lots of people in displaced bodies didn’t know what to do and were just wandering. Some even went up to me thinking I was some hero emerging from the woods. I hated to tell them I was just as lost as they were.

I managed to find a working internet café to contact my family and confirmed everyone was alright. My parents apparently became a cute gay college couple at a coffee shop nearby, both are enjoying their new youth and still being together Even my mom has come around to becoming a very feminine man. My little sister became a big burly construction worker, but at least she’s home safe! Honestly all those martial arts classes are paying off in helping protect the family with her on the front lines.

I said, I’d make my way to them in the center of the U.S (where our house was) as fast as I could, but that it’ll take some time as most major roads and cities are dangerous right now. That’s when I contacted Anthony. He wasn’t in the best of places either. A farmland from the sounds of it, but I told him he wasn’t too far from where my family was. That got him excited. He didn’t know too much about outdoor survival, so he wasn’t sure he could make it very far on his own. While I was an indoor kid, I at least knew the basics of taking care of myself out in the natural world. He didn’t have that same luxury. He did have powerful contacts at his work that he’s been in communications with at least.

So that’s what my new mission became. Find my family, find Anthony, and make sure everyone’s ok. I’m writing this all down in the hopes things get better… and just to give myself some sanity that it’s actually happening. 

Luckily this town has a lot of left behind foods. My new body is constantly craving food despite how lean and muscled I am. I’ll be sure to pack more before I head to the next area.

Day 9

Finally. Phones are working again. They were out for over a week. I haven’t had much time to journal, but at least the warmer weather let me travel most days and part of the night. I’ve made good progress, but keep getting delayed when I run into bigger cities. At least the latest one let me get a working phone and solar charger. It’s not a fast charge, so I have to be be sparing with it.

Now at least I can check in with people to see how they’re doing. My college friends are in similar situations trying to find their way back to school or home. Some got really old, while others became one another! I’ll admit I got lucky getting such a huge powerful body. My family is doing the best. My parents are offering our home to people passing by who need shelter, and my sister is keeping any would be trespassers at bay. I think me and her are gonna have to start working out together after this. We never had too much in common, but we both agree our huge bodies are fun to use.

Then there’s Anthony. He’s been stuck on the country side for a bitt, but he’s finally making his way forward. Apparently he’s too embarrassed to send a picture of himself, but he assures me he’s alright and the he loves me. The things he’s been preoccupied with are re-establishing  connections with his company… never really understood what they did, but he thinks they could help somehow. Said something about helping to stabilize certain areas first. I don’t really have the energy to argue with him, but I trust he’ll meet me in the middle when the time is right.

Till then I’ll enjoy the new shoes and shorts I got from a nearby store. I’m so glad they had shoes in my size. Turns out I’m a size 17. And I’ll even go shirtless for a bit while the weather stays warm. Hopefully Anthony likes my new body. 

Day 21

So I finally made it home. My parents were so happy to see me. I’m taller than both of them now and likely older too if my permanently growing facial hair is any indicator. I swear I shave It off everyday and got a near beard by nighftall.  Though I’m not one to brag there. My sister has a huge beard and even bigger muscles than me. Told her she may want to lay off the sweets with her big belly too and I was nearly thrown out the window! Luckily things are returning to a sense of normalcy. Major disasters are nearly unheard of these days and society is slowly rebuilding. I even got to wear a full set of clothes for the first time in weeks!

As for Anthony, I was surprsed when one day there was a knock on our family’s door and look out to see… my new boyfriend.

He was still wearing the farming overalls he originally shifted into, and stood there blushing for a long time before either of us said anything. He’d gone fro tall imposing business man to young blond farmer with a killer set of abs. Apparently he was embarrassed about how youthful he’d become. It was silly and he knew that, but he wanted to make sure he could protect me at his new 5’7 height. He was still very physically fit, just more compact and toned. And even though he’s 22 now, he still appears quite young.

I just hugged him real tight and lifted him against my bare muscled chest for a few seconds when he came in. I reassured him that now that things are getting back to normal, I think those days of worrying about protection are over. He smiled with a little certainty in his eyes. It wasn’t till a few days later that he confided in me that he believed his company may have caused the Great Shift.

Honestly. Not sure what to make of all of this. I’m glad I’m home. I’m glad we’re safe. I’m glad my boyfriend can still keep me safe with his knowledge about the shift. I’m glad I know I can keep myself and others safe in the wilderness. Most of all I’m glad after so long apart, we’re back together…

I’m also a bit glad that I’ve got this big manly body that Anthony is going crazy for. There hasn’t been a night we’ve spent together that we haven’t shared a bed. He still insists on being the big spoon, but he also admits he likes being submissive with me these days. Maybe our first time together is gonna be even more special in these new bodies. Guess time will tell. Till then, I’ll put the journal down for now. See you next time journal!

The Great Shift: The More Things Change

Ralph was always more of an indoor guy growing up. Video games in middle school, robotics in high school, dungeons and dragons in college. There wasn’t a lot of things he liked, but the ones he did could all be done from the comfort of his own home. 

After the great shift made its way through the world friends and family of the introvert were shocked to see him in some huge bodybuilder type! He towered over his family, could outlift any of his more athletic friends, and was certainly drawing the attention of men and women he hadn’t met yet… However, despite the vastly different body.. Ralph himself hadn’t changed all too much.

People around his university would find him being most socialable when he was playing word games on his tablet. Former athletes gawking at his muscles wouldn’t find him at the gym maintaining that body, but at the cafeteria, grabbing a quick snack to satisfy his constant hunger!

Countless people would encourage him to try out his new body in some new way, but Ralph just wasn’t interestd.

-

“Hey Ralph! After we finish this assignment what do you say we hit the beach?” Clarissa said from within her new Italian supermodel body, winking as she did.

“I’m good. I’ve got a new game on Steam I was planning to try tonight. Thanks though. See you tomorrow.” Ralph would say as he packed away his nerdy bookbag and walked away, still slightly slouching despite his powerful shoulders.

-

“Yo! You’re the big guy I see walking around campus. I may be small but I used to be captain of the rugby team. We’re looking for new members, and you look like the strongest guy in this place. Wanna join?” Peter, the former jock asked from within his new spindly 18 year old nerd body.

“Oh sorry.” Ralph replied with a blushed mumble. “I don’t know how to play a lot of sports and I don’t want to embarrass you or the team.”

Before Peter replied Ralph took off running, not wanting to reveal  how much his new monster of a cock was throbbing at the sight of such a cute guy talking to him.

-

When Ralph would finally get back to his off campus apartment he would sigh in relief. Being around others was so tiring. He knew one day he’d have to face his fears when talking to people he actually wanted to talk to, but till then his online friends and his personal projects would suffice. 

He turned on his laptop, and ran his new game for tonight. Robotics Simulator!

It ran a tutorial vid on how the different heavy metals used in this game were realistic and could be used to build actual technological marvels.

“We’ll see about that.”

Ralph then got up, pressed record on his webcam, and then opened up the big 10 foot tall package in his room. Inside were hundreds of pounds of dense metal mechanical parts. With his superior strength he began to follow the tutorial video in the game to ensure he was properly assembling the different machines being presented. He’d spent all of last week coding and now he’d get to see the fruits of his labor.

The young genius was not oblivious to his scenario. He knew he was huge. But rather than use his muscles to pursue some stereotypical fantasy he wanted to lean further into what he loved! With each new piece of dense machinery moved, Ralph smiled. Maybe one day he’d  find more friends irl to share his hobbies with. Till then plenty of people loved tuning into his private videos he uploaded of him building huge machines. The anonymous bodybuillder making big machines was viral on certain parts of onlyfans, and his viewers were very generous. After all, he needed to get funding for his new projects some how. 

TF Therapy: Retirement (Chris Part 2)

Sequel to TF Therapy: Chris

“So….how do you feel… it’s a bit larger than what you’re accustomed to… I imagine… no shortness of breath or muscle soreness or-”

“I’m fine Eric. More than fine now that… well now that I feel more like me.. I don’t know how I could repay you for any of this… I feel… free.”

The two stared at each other, unable to look away. A sweet silence they were unable to share before. 

“How about you start driving and I’ll come up with a way later… big guy”

Chris smiled and drove off as quickly as he could.

- 12 hours earlier -

The pleasant morning breeze felt nice against Chris’ muscles. He was mid warmup when he heard footsteps approaching the front door. 

Soon, there was a knock and he had to set himself down from his impromptu workout when he saw Eric, eagerly waiting.

He lands with a powerful spry jump and walks over to Dr. Eric Chang.

“Hey there! You’re uh- early. I was just finishing up a workout. Can I get you some water or anything? Sorry about the sweat. I’ll towel off real quick” Chris says embarrassed as he wipes off the sweat with a fancy embroidered towel with the name “Evans” on it. 

“Thank you Chris. I’m fine at the moment. Apologies for the early arrival, but I wanted to get started as soon as possible today… there’s a lot to discuss. Shall we?” The doctor asked as they walked through the large halls of the mansion.

“Yeah of course. Right over here. This is my private study. Unlike my other bodies, I don’t have a significant other right now who can walk in on us.” Chris says looking as if humor was his only option to Eric’s serious tone.

“That’s one of the reasons I asked to reschedule before your next jump. First things first, in your own words do you think your situation has changed at all? Any abnormalities in who and how often?” The doctor inquired getting right to business.

“No. Not really. Same scenarios keep happening. I jump from bodies to the various famous Chris’ that keep popping up. Still primarily Chris Hemsworth and Evans. Variations with Chris Pine, and that one time with Chris Bumstead, but mostly the Hollywood based Chris’es. Unfortunately they’re all painfully… you know. Liking women…” Chris admitted.

“And… on the subject of sexuality.. are you… alright with the… acclimation into each of your lives… have you… explored your heterosexuality outside of… the individual bodies you find are already in committed relationships?” The doctor nervously asked, clenching his fist at the potential answers.

“I… well… I certainly perform normally when it comes to married life. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to dealing with multiple families and lives… but the sex… yes that still happens… but when it comes to Chris Evans… no. I haven’t really explored sexually outside of masturbation… I know you encourage honesty for these but… well… I hope you don’t mind me saying… I do miss you… Eric… We… can strike that from your recordings… if you’d like.” Chris said looking embarassed.

The two looked at each other for a moment and Eric gulped. “I know… and I’m really sorry about that Chris. If I’m being honest I know you did all this for me… and you’re paying for something you never needed to do… I’m…. I could never forgive myself if you had to stay like this for long…” Eric admitted.

“Doct-… Eric. Where’s all this coming from? I thought we had to maintain all the professional stuff…

“We would if this was an official visit… but I came here… just to make sure that you still wanted to… well leave this kind of life behind. I know it was an accident, but I’d also understand if you wanted to stay a group of famous handsome celebrities…” Eric said, breath finally catching up to him.

“I mean… I won’t lie. It’s nice being all rich all the time. But i miss the stability of living one life… I miss my old friends, my family and… well you. Wait… you mentioning all this. Does that mean you found a way for me to break the spell? How!?” Chris said feeling excited for the first time in awhile.

“Would you believe Santa Claus? The specifics aren’t important, but the long and short of it is that I can break the spell and remove your soul into a body formed in an image of your preference…If you’d like to do that… I mean… I had to ask…” Eric said looking hopefully at his once close friend and lover wearing the face of Chris Evans.

“Of course I want to! We can finally be together! And- wait… I thought…. well your employers would have more to say about all this. I-I… I’m guessing they don’t know about this do they?” Chris said a little concerned.

Eric shook his head. “No they don’t. That’s the other thing I needed to ask you. We’re gonna have to relocate… I’ve told my patients my plans and they’re ok with remote sessions for the time being till I can find them again… this book is really incredible… but you and I… for a few days at least… will need to go on the run for a bit… are you ok with that? I’m sorry for dumping so much on you, this is-”

The doctor was interrupted as Chris leaned down to kiss Eric passionately on the lips. The two embraced, wrapping their arms around one another. Eric could even smell the slight bit of sweat on Chris as he’d finished his workout. Plus being pressed against the strong arms and solid chest of the former Captain America didn’t really encourage the doctor from letting go as the kiss completed.

“Eric. I’d follow you anywhere you’d go, if you would have me. I am ready for this spell to end and for… us to start.” Chris intertwined his fingers between Eric’s.

The doctor had never felt so enamored or flushed with affection. However, his sensibilities kicked in a few seconds later and broke the embrace. “Alright. I’m glad you’re on board. I can start the spell now and I’ve got a car waiting outside for us. The first part of the spell involves the creation of your new body. It can be anything you like! I imagine a guy like Chris Evans or Hemsworth?”

“Well… I mean. If you’d like it. I originally only casted the spell because I thought you’d like them.” Chris admitted

“Wait… really? Ok… Well… Chris. This has to be your decision. You tried so much for me. Let me do this for you. Be honest. What kind of body would you like? For YOU. I’ll format it into the spell I’m about to record” Eric asked earnestly. 

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Spell for patient: Chris Fieldstone

Age: 37 Height: 6′10 Race: Nordic/Scandinavian Hair: Blond (Hairy) Build: Muscular (Burly) Voice: Baritone-Bass

“I… always wanted to be a bigger guy… and look kinda viking esque. I hope that’s ok.” Chris said looking like he just said something embarrassing.

“It’s perfect. Just like you are.” The two shared another kiss as Eric recited the spell. Chris expected ancient chants, but Eric was simply repeating his patient report out loud. When it ended Chris’ entire form felt very strange as he’d never experienced a physical transformation before! His body shot up in height and bulk, ripping through Chris Evan’s clothes! Then he heard his shoes split in two as two very large feet emerged from the designer coverings. Finally he let out a low moan as his voice deepened even more and blon hairs grew out of his body replacing the dark brown ones. A flash of light happened and the real Chris Evan fell out of the new huge Chris. The clothes he once wore reformed into something more appropriate as Evans was left nude in his own study.

Eric fainted shortly after and Chris, in his titanic new body caught him. “I was able to convert the spell into something I’m more familiar with… but it still takes a lot out of me. You’ll have to get us to the car. Are you ok to drive?”

Chris nodded and with surprising ease, carried Eric to the car parked outside, set him down gently in the passenger seat, and squeezed into the driver’s side.

“So….how do you feel… it’s a bit larger than what you’re accustomed to… I imagine… no shortness of breath or muscle soreness or-” Eric asked exhaustedly.

“I’m fine Eric. More than fine now that… well now that I feel more like me.. I don’t know how I could repay you for any of this… I feel… free.” Chris had never been happier. He didn’t feel the old inclinations to act like a stranger anymore. He was finally himself. 

The two stared at each other, unable to look away. A sweet silence they were unable to share before.

“How about you start driving and I’ll come up with a way later… big guy,” Eric smiled, knowing Chris would enjoy that last comment.

Chris smiled and drove off as quickly as he could. They could already see dark unmarked vehicles approaching from the other direction. Chris wasn’t sure where they were going or what would happen next, but he knew that it was alright. He looked at his boyfriend, now sleeping beside him, and a familiar feeling strained his shorts.