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Transformative Justic: Personal Trainer and the Nerd

To understand what led to this moment we need to know about the history of two men.

Payton was more than your average jock. He was 6'2" with tanned skin, from years of showing off his body. He was filled with muscle after years of working out and being personal trainer. He was also gifted with a thick 7 inch cock. He was shaped by the gods themselves.

The whole world loved him and he knew it. He was faster, stronger, and hotter than any of the guys at his school. And, that held up anywhere he went in life.

Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. That much power and respect can go to a person head, especially when it's not earned. It was merely handed down to him through a lucky dice roll of genetics.

Nonetheless, Payton became, for the lack of a better word, an asshole. He bullied people he found to be particularly weak. He cheated on every girl and guy he dated. He became  selfish and arrogant. He began to feel like people where just there to be used and entertain him. And, the worst part is he was right. Everyone allowed his behavior because despite it all he was charming, manipulate, and hot.

I would be crazy to deny that anyone in his position would have a hard time not to abuse their position in life. It's what you do when your the alpha of alpha males. Becoming a arrogant asshole... a bully is almost required. But, that doesn't make it right. That doesn't make it fair. But, life is unfair. Karma can turn a blind eye. And, I'm here to fix the mistakes... to dish out justice... to punish those that deserve it.

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Tommy wasn't as blessed as Payton.  He was 5'6" and incrediblely pasty. His skin easily got sunburned and his body was riddled with other conditions: poor eye sight, asthma, and a weak body to name a few. But, to kick him down further life gave him a 3 inch cock.

All he wanted in life was to get bigger. He was always stick thin with no muscle or fat on his body. At this point, he would have been okay with either happening to him. He was just tired of being so small and weak.

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So the time came when he decided to do something about it. He joined a gym and met Payton. As Tommy explained he wanted Payton to be his personal trainer, Payton broked out into laughter. But, Tommy begged and pleaded. And, once Payton realized how much money Tommy was willing to spend, he agreed.

And, so, their abusive relationship began. He put Tommy through the hardest workouts. He would become physical  if Tommy fucked up, threatening to kick Tommy's ass. Payton hurled every insult at Tommy. Payton also enjoyed publicly humiliating Tommy infront of the whole gym.  

He couldn't stand looking at someone as weak as Tommy. To him Tommy didn't even deserve to live. They would always end thier sessions with Tommy washing off Payton in the showers. And, Tommy sucking Payton dick, as Payton's cum dump.

But, no matter what Payton threw at him, Tommy never gave up. He felt like Payton was the only person in this world that could beat the nerd out of him. He wanted a bodies like Payton. It's also didn't help the he had a huge crush on Payton, despite all the abuse.

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Over the past few months there has been some small improvements to Tommy's body but, he was still incredibly far from his goal.

He looked at himself in the mirror: flexing the smallest amount of muscle that now exists in his pencil thin arms. He smiled to himself. But, in walked Payton.

"What the fuck bro. You got not reason to be happy. Your still a fucking weak bitch." Payton says standing behind him  in the mirror and flexes his impressive biceps. He puts Tommy to shame. "This is how a real man looks." He pushed Tommy to the floor. As, he started checking out the rest of his body.

He finally looked down at Tommy. "Fuck bro, your still so small. Are you even trying? Look how fucking pathetic you look. Are you even keeping up with the diet I gave you."

Tommy looked up and sees the hunk of man towering over him. "I... I... I'm trying. I.. I just can eat .... that much. I get so full.. so fast." Tommy said both turned on and scared.

Payton kneeled down, one leg on Tommy. He used his hand to press Tommy's face into the ground. He leaned in, "See you fucking weak whore. You don't fucking try. I'm tired of bitches like you. Your lucky your good at sucking cock or I would have stopped being your trainer along time ago." 

Tommy could feel the manly heat radiating from Preston ripped body. He already knew what was coming. Payton continued, "looks like you need a heaping serving of cock in you mouth."

As, always Tommy was prepared to please Payton.  But, I wasn't going to let it happen. I was ready to give out justice.

The room shook and the lights flickered, as the two men jumped up. Their hearts pounded as the world around them spun. They lost balance as their eye sight went black.

Payton was the first to wake up. But, the world around him was a blur. He couldn't make out anything. "What the fuck! I'm can't see... I'm blind... help!?" He screamed but, he quickly held his throat. His voice sounded much higher. "What the fuck is going on." He said as his eyes began to water. The sound of his voice made him sound like a bitch and he hated it.

Tommy began awaking to the sounds of someone screaming.  He looked up and everything was clear. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses but, realized he wasn't wearing any. He shot up and saw his old body screaming and crying, as it  crawled around the floor. He panicked, "This can't be happening... this can't be happening..." He kept repeating with his deeper voice. He looked down to see a familiar buff body.

He began to slowly get up. The new weight of all this muscle made him slightly off balance. He stood up his theory was right, as he saw his reflection. He was now in Paytons body. He began to feel himself up and felx. Every movement was so heavy but powerful at the same time.

Payton could hear the sound of another man in the room. "Hey, are you there? Help me! I don't what's going on. I can't see." He continued crawling around the floor. He was moving in the direction he heard the other man. He felt weak and pathetic as he did.

Tommy saw Payton struggling and realized his old body didn't have his glasses on. He saw them tossed at the otherside of the room. He went to go get them, worried of  Payton's reaction we he would finally see the reality of the situation. "Okay don't be scared Payton... I've got something to help you... but, when I do promise not to scream." Tommy deeply said.

Payton heart begins to race, as the stranger is talking to him. But, the more the stranger talked the more familiar he sounded. "Who are you?" Payton said with a high pitched whine, as he felt something be placed on his face. In an instant his vision was clear; he was able to see the world around him.

But, that didn't help. As, now he saw who was infront of him. He screamed as he saw his body moving without him inside it. "I told you not screamed." Tommy said, with panic in his voice, using his new speed and strength to muzzle Payton with his hand.

Payton heart raced as he felt his powerful muscular  wrap around the slender one he was in now. Tommy pulled Payton up, off the floor. "It's okay... just breath mam... you don't want to get..." Tommy tried to calm down Payton but, it was no help as Payton got a glimpse of his new reflection in the mirror.  His heart stopped and his chest began to tighten, as he began to understand what happened. He started to wheeze for breath. "Fuck! man your gonna be okay... your having an asthma attack." Tommy said releasing Payton from his hold.

Tommy rushed to his locker and grabbed his inhaler. He helped Payton use it. "Here, I'm probably not gonna need it now that I'm in your body." Tommy tried to joke. Payton just glared as he tried to relax his breathing. He was still pissed and weirded out by seeing his own body act so nice.

"What the fuck man! How did you do this... you got to change us back." Payton began to whine, after gaining his breath back. His weak body looked more hilarious than threatening, as he scolded Tommy.

"Look Payton, I didn't do this man... I don't know how to change us back." Tommy tried to explain.

But, Payton would not hear it. "You are a fucking useless nerd. Once I get my body back I'm gonna kill your pathetic ass. Your not a man and you'll always be a fucking little bitch..." Payton screamed another one of is rants. But, he sounded more like a bitch, instead of the alpha man he once was.

Something snapped in Tommy. At first he was scared that Payton was yelling at him, again. But, the more Payton yelled the more Tommy realized the tables have turned. He felt the strength and muscles in his new body has he moved around. He saw Payton in his body looking like the bitch he is. He didn't have to be afraid of Payton, anymore.

With lightning speed, Tommy grabbed Payton by the neck and slammed him into the lockers. "Look, you bitch... things are gonna change. Your no longer an alpha in that body. So, you can't be acting like you use to... your coming off like a little bitch." He leaned on Payton putting more of his muscular weight on him.

Payton tried to fight back but, it was no use against his old bodies strength.

Tommy continued, "I still see the old you in those eyes... but you need to learn a lesson... you need to learn your new place in life... I'll break you into the true beta you were always meant to be." Tommy let go of Payton but not before slapping him so hard he fell onto the ground.

The sting lift behind caused tears to run down Payton face. He was terrified at the idea of Tommy getting his revenge for all the shit he put Tommy through. But, part of him was getting turned on by all of this. He remained speechless not wanting to piss off Tommy, even more.

"Now, I think your first lesson should be how to bathe a true man with your tongue. So, meet me in the showers in 5 minutes or, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass." Tommy said walking to the showers his sculpted body flexing and tightening as he walked. "Then maybe we can move on to cuck sucking."

Payton laid on the floor. He needed to find away back to his body. But, at this moment there was nothing he could do. His heart sank as he realized he would become Tommy's cum dump in the next five minutes.  But, it was better than getting his ass kicked. Everything was so much more painful in this body. He didn't know if we could even survive a beating fron his old body. But, with all that said his small dick began to harden has he thought about pleasing Tommy

With trepidation and growing lust for Tommy, in his old body, Payton walked into the shower room.

Transformative Justice: The OnlyFans Stud and the OnlyFans Gainer

(Requested and Co-written by @jsecrazy)

Jorge was proof that karma didn't exist. Ever since he was a teenager, he worked out. First it was for his football team. Then it just became core to who he was. His body just became more impressive with age. His arms were huge. His chest and abs were chiseled. His legs were strong. 

His ego increased with his muscles. The high-school jock and bully aged into the incredible looking man he was now. But, no matter how incredible he was on the outside, his insides were as vile as they come. He was self absorbed. He viewed people that weren't somewhat fit as waste of space. It was time for me to take karma into my own hands. 

But, there must always be a balance. And, my attentioned turned to another man, Henry. Henry was always overweight. He couldn't help but to enjoy the taste of life. But, as he grew up he found himself getting bigger and bigger. The first time he went past 300lbs, Henry was at the lowest part of his life. He felt unloved and like his life was a waste. 

But, Henry found a community. A community of gainers that celebrated bodies like his. For the first time he felt loved and seen, as people praised him with compliments. He even gained the courage to start an only fans. But, even with his found happiness, Henry always wonder how life would be if he was fit. So, I put the wind into motion and let the events playout, until I was ready to act.

Jorge also started an only fans not to long ago. Why wouldn't he. He was hot. If other guys, not as hot as he was, could make money... why couldn't he? Maybe he could even stop working at the gym and dealing with overnight or scrawny clients. Plus, it was an excuse to show off his body. 

One day as he was reading his comments on only fans. He responded to comments of girls and gay guys hitting on him. He laughed at pictures of overweight and scrawny guys asking for workout and diet advice. He sighed. Damn, I need more followers. He said as his current count was at 345 followers. He loved his fans... more likely he loved the praised. But, no amount of followers would ever enough. 

He began to look up only fans accounts of people he marked as competition. He wanted to see what he wasn't doing. Why did these lesser men have more followers than him? He was more ripped. He was better looking. It wasn't fair. But, his heart nearly dropped as he stumbled on Henry's page, with some help from me of course. Henry's page was sitting at a nice 10,563 followers. 

This wasn't right... how could a fat fuck like this have more followers than him. How could so much people wanna see this fat piece of lard? So he developed a plan to set this abomination in his place. "Hey, dude! I fucking love your body. The fucking dedication that you've done to get your body that size... it is admirable man." He texted maliciously. "I've always felt pressured to stay fit. But, the truth is... I'd always wanted to get big and fat like you. Maybe I could meet up with you and you can give me some tips. Maybe I can even get a chance to play with that belly of yours."

When Henry saw the text he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that someone as hot as Jorge wanted anything to do with him. "Yeah, I'd love to. Where do you wanna meet up?" So between texts they agreed to meet at a buffet by the gym Jorge worked at. The day arrived and Henry learned Jorge wasn't at the restaurant yet. "Where are you?" He texted worrying that he was stood up.

"Sorry, some business at the gym is taking longer than I expected. Why don't you come in and keep me company, until I'm done." Jorge texted back. Henry's heart melted. He felt wanted. He let his fear of stepping into a gym wash over him.

But, as he walk in. All eyes were on the 320lb man. People whispering and laughing behind his back. He walked up to Jorge, with his smile slowly fading. "How much longer do you have?" He asked Jorge. 

"Don't worry big guy this will all be over fast." Jorge smiled devilishly. A few people that already knew what was happening started filming on their phones. Pushing Henry to the ground, Tyler started laughing as he began announcing to the gym.

Herny struggled to get onto his feet. "Hey everyone look what we have here, a fat fuck. Can you believe this fat fuck has an only fans showing off his fat disgusting body. In fact he has over 10,000 followers. Can you believe this abomination makes more money than any of you just for being fat." Tyler announced. At this other people started adding into the ridicule towards Henry. Tyler ripped Henry's shirt and exposed his jiggling flesh. Everytime Henry tried to stand up Tyler would kick his back down. He was forced to crawl out of the gym. "Yeah, crawl like the fat pig you are. And, say hi to the normal side of the internet you fat fuck. Not, that twisted side of fat fuckers that are obviously insane."

Herny finally made it out of the gym through the abuse and harassment. He went into his car and drove off crying at the experience. Tyler, satisfied with what he did, decided to go back home. And, this was my opportunity to strike... to enact karma.

Siting in his cry crying. Henry's body began to burn up. He watched as could see actual steam being released from his body. It looked as if his body was boiling. He was in extreme pain as every muscle in his body began to cramp. With each groan he saw his body shrink in size. And, his skin began to tighten. As his skin tighten, he saw his body being shaped by muscle. His fat chest became a shelf of pecs. His fat gut was chiseled down into abs. His flabby arms were equally as huge as before, but now with raging biceps. His legs were shredded. "What the fuck is happening to me." He said, raising his hand to his throat, surprised at the deeper manly sound. 

Finally parts of his body started to darken as familiar tattoos took their shape. As the changes stopped, he was finally able to relax. Now, he was able to position himself to look into the rear view mirror. Staring back at him was Jorge. But, what was odd was that he looked even more buff than Jorge could ever wish for. 

As Jorge went home, he was starving. He felt a starving pain that he never felt before. "Damn, today built up an appetite in me." He laughed. He stormed his fridge eating all of his meal prep food for the whole week. But, he was still hungry. He ripped open bags of  chips and cookies that he saved as treats. The fog of hunger kept him from questioning what was happening to him.

 As he shoved food into his mouth. He became bigger. His muscles were being buried into rolls of fat. His pecs turned to fatty breasts. His abs were replaced by a gut, as it slowly began to sag. Soon the muscle mass inside all his newfound fat began to drain. As Jorge ate the last bit of food in his house, he began to come out of his fogged mind. He felt sick amd heavy. He looked at the mess around him. 

"What have I done?" He said, raising a hand to his throat, surprised at his higher sounding voice. As he moved back from the counter he realized the mistake he made. His belly was being supported by the counter. Now, without his belly sitting on the counter his new weight made him off balance and fell to the floor. It was only after his big gut impacted the floor and his body jiggled that he realized that he was now extremely obese. 

Struggling to get and stay up. He crawled, waddled and supported his way to the restroom. His reflection was that of Henry's except he was even fatter. Tyler waddled his way back to his phone. "What the fuck did you do to me." He texted Henry. Henry saw the text but decided to ignore him.

Jorge began calling his friends and trying to to explain the situation. But, no one beloved him. The world around him started to warp. He was never Jorge he was always Henry. Even his apartment warped into Henry's house. If I'm in his house now... he has to be in my house. He guessed. But he couldn't remember were he used to live. He knew that he could find the new Joege at the gym. But, new Herny's gym anxiety prevented him from even getting close to a gym. 

New Henry could only do one thing... to try and contact new Jorge on only fans. The new Jorge was definitely nicer and more personable. Instead of just showing off his body he actually tried getting to know his audience. He even offered advice and set up his page to encourage others to get fit. New Henry saw as the new Jorge's page was being flooded with followers. 

In every post the new Henry would post something along the lines of... "give me my body and life back." But, still the new Jorge never responded. Instead followers of the page mocked him for being crazy.

Days turned to weeks and weeks into months. The new Henry realized he wasn't ever gonna get his body back. His savings were running low, so he new what he had to do. He felt gross and disgusting but, he made a video. He bought some food and began binge eating. "Hey, guys sorry I've been away awhile... but, I'm back." He began to eat and play with his fat in front of the camera. He began get hard from all sorts of praise.

He loved reading the comments praising his obese body. He loved the conversation he has with people about gaining weight. It made him want to get fatter. Five years went by as he accepted himself as Herny. He would check in on Jorge every once in a while. Jorge kept up his body and continued to get even more ripped. His nicer personality lead him to becoming a top Onlyfans page.

One day Henry was ready to make his new video celebrating reaching 400lbs. As soon as he posted it... there was a message from Jorge. "I'm glad to see you're happy in your new body. I'm happy in mine. Luckily it turned out for the best for both of us."

Henry could feel his blood boil. After all these years he finally reaches out. But, he sighs there was nothing he could do know. Yes, he'd like to get his body back. But, it's been years... if there was anything that could undo this he would have found it by now. The only thing he could do was continue to love the body he was in. "Thanks man I appreciate it. Maybe we could could meet up in person. I'd love to please my old body." Henry texted.

Jorge responded. "LOL luck for you fat bodies still turn me on. I'd love to fuck that fat body of your."

So, the two men reunited. And, unlike there first meeting, they embraced turned on by each other's bodies. Henry expirenced new things and sensation casued by his fat body. Jorge loved feeling his strength manhandled his old body. As they lied next to each other, the last piece of the puzzle feel into place. Looking into each others eyes, being close to each other just felt right.

I keep thinking about how fast they murdered Tamir Rice. Less than two seconds on scene, before they could even put their car in park. Tamir’s skin color alone was all the justification police needed to use deadly force. Pretty much the same thing with Adam Toledo. But even knowing that white shooters have literally killed people and are still armed, cops will bend over backwards to see their “humanity” and take them in alive.

And it’s not just the race of the active shooter that matters to the police—it’s also the demographics of the neighborhood and the race of the victims that plays a large part in deciding which mass shooters get taken to Burger King, and which ones get executed on sight.

Anyway