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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.

An Unsatisfied Revenge

This guy used to be such a cock hungry bottom twink. He would go into the club and then come out hours later like a pound heavier without having gone to the bar, if you catch my drift. Well, those days are over for him! Hahahaha!

You see, my man cheated on me and I’m sure you can guess with who by now. He said it was a temptation too great to resist. Can’t say I didn’t believe him. I heard the guy could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. But no matter, plenty of guys don’t cheat on boyfriends, regardless of any temptations, so I already dealt with him. I just also had to deal with the couple breaker. You know how it is.

Of course, what transpired next was just thoroughly annoying. This twerp, who proudly could have handled any stick south of the Mason-Dixie line, was made to have a massive body too big for his clothes and couldn’t fit a needle up there. And you know what he says? “Thanks! I was getting bored of bottoming all the time! I always wanted to try topping guys but they always laughed at me and then just fucked me raw anyways! Time to go back to all of them and do to them what they did to me! They’ll probably love it even more! Uhuhuhuh!”

Ugh…

Perseverance Pays Off

“So? Is that body a good fit Daniels?” The Sargent asked as his ‘newest’ recruit finished up with their usual morning training.

Daniels made his way over with a cocky smirk as he brushed his dark blonde hair out of the way. Carrying himself with a confident swagger and clearly having no problem showing off his impressive muscled upper body. His strong arms and powerful abs being nearly impossible to ignore as they’d make most people drool with either lust or jealousy… or both.

“Absolutely sir! It’s perfect!” The man beamed. “I’ll be honest, when you told me that a strong new body was ready for me, I was worried I’d be stuck inside a big dumb looking brute.” He brought up an arm and flexed one of biceps hard before running a hand down his hairy chest and abs. “But this body is amazing! It feels so strong but so nimble at the same time. And so handsome too! I can’t get enough of myself!”

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Some time prior, the former owner of Daniels’ new body had been caught after being involved in a terrorism scheme. He had two options. The first was to spend 26 years in prison for his crimes. The second was to give up his body to be used by the military and instead spend only 10 years, perhaps less with good behaviour. Evidently, after some serious consideration, he took the second option.

After being sentenced, the man was taken down to a military camp where a switching station had already been set up. Once notified, one of the Sargents picked out a new recruit to go and receive this little gift they’d been sent. And that recruit just so happened to be Daniels. One of the freshest young recruits they had. He was a skinny young lad who’d just barely passed the physical exams but his heart was always in it. Always trying to prove that he deserved a spot here. And that perseverance paid off as the Sargent pulled him aside and told him that he deserved a reward.

The next thing Daniels knew he was escorted to the switching station before being prepped for the procedure. He didn’t even get to see the man in the other room who he was about to become. Only being reassured that he was going to have a still young but very strong and masculine body before soon being put under…

When he awoke from the procedure, the first thing he noticed upon blinking his new eyes open were the muscled pecs on his chest that were topped with a healthy sprinkling of chest hair. His eyes would only continue to widen with disbelief as he gaze pushed further towards the cobbled abs on his stomach that were miles better than the barely visible ones his old body had. But even more impressive than that was the fat bulge he now adorned! Clearly he was working with some pretty heavy duty equipment now which he couldn’t say he wasn’t hoping for. If there weren't still doctors in the room, he would’ve slipped a hand into his new briefs and started playing with his new manhood. However it didn’t stop from at least pulling back the waistband to get a quick peek and what he saw had him grinning ear to ear.

The doctors would soon pass Daniels a handheld mirror to check out his new face and honestly it was everything he’d hoped for when he’d been told he’d be switching. He was a perfect blend between pretty and ruggedly handsome with a face that could make even some of the straightest men do a double take. The longer, thicker hair made him feel like one of those ripped surfer dudes you’d see on tv shows. And if that wasn’t enough, the full well kept beard he now adorned only elevated that look even further to movie superstar levels of gorgeous. He almost couldn’t believe that it was *his* reflection he was staring at but awestruck expression said it all. At that point he was having to use all of his willpower not to get a raging boner…

After giving Daniels a moment to take in his new body, his Sargent walked in carrying a new set of clothes for him to wear. He informed Daniels that he would have the rest of the day to get used to his new body and how it functioned but he expected him to get back to training with the other boys tomorrow. A deal that the new hunk happily took while his former skinny body was already being taken away back to prison.

As soon as Daniels had some alone time, he practically ripped off his clothes and got to exploring for real. Touching and caressing every inch of his new body. Inspecting every curve and ridge with leisure. Squeezing at his new muscle as he flexed it, loving the strength that it carried. Adoring how tight his muscled ass felt. He could tell simply by how his new hole clenched instinctively when his finger ran across it that this body more than likely belonged to a straight guy who’d never once experimented with his hole. If anything that only made him more excited to pop his cherry for a second time when he eventually gets his new formerly straight asshole stuffed with cock.

And speaking of cock he’d probably be doing a lot of stuffing ass’ full himself with how fat his new one was. So long and girthy that he was able to grip it with both hands at once. His old dick could never have come close to comparing with this new monster that swung between his legs. Not to mention the heavy set of balls it came with. Soooo full of cum. Soooo full of testosterone! He couldn’t help having a stupid grin plastered across his handsome new face as he pumped and pumped. And before he knew it, a fountain of cum was erupting from his cock as he fell to his knees in pleasure with a long groan. Happily spaying his new seed absolutely everywhere until his balls were finally drained.

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“Yeah I honestly couldn’t be happier with this body sir.” Daniels told the Sargent while continuing to admire himself. He’d gotten stuck back in with his training with most of the other guys admiring and complimenting him on his new body while a handful looked on in envy. He excelled more than ever which was to be expected now that he had a powerful body to back up his determination. Even getting a little cocky as he took off his shirt to show off his new body some more.

“That’s good to hear. You deserve it after all the hard work and dedication you’ve put in during your time here so far.” The Sargent replied bluntly, keeping up his usual stoic appearance.

Daniels smirked as he stepped closer to the man who was always barking orders him and his squad. Only stopping once the two were mere inches apart. “And I assume we’re still on for our usual private training session tonight?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows beneath the shades he had on.

The Sargent was quiet for a moment before responding. “We are. Meet me at my quarters tonight.” He confirmed with that same blunt tone yet again.

“Mmmm yes sir.” Daniels responded with lustful excitement. He did a quick look around to make sure nobody was looking their way before leaning in closer to the Sargent’s ear as he grabbed the bigger man’s hand. “Although… maybe you’ll be the one calling me sir this time.” He whispered as he placed the Sargent’s hand on Daniels’ hefty crotch. “After all, there’s gotta be more than one reason why you’d insist on giving me this hung as fuck body. Right Sarg?” He added before reaching around and grabbing the Sargent’s thick muscle ass.

The Sargent didn’t respond but the reddening look on the mature man’s face was all Daniels needed to see. With that he gave his Sargent another quick pat on the ass before turning and heading back to join the rest of the boys with that same confident swagger from before that he’d adopted. Leaving the Sargent alone to quell his semi erection before anyone noticed.

Age Gap - Taking It To The Next Level

Read Part 1 by @exploratorytfs.

I know I confused my boyfriend when I told him about taking it to the next level. His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the flicker of worry cross his face. He tried to ask what I meant, but I just smirked and kissed him, telling him it was a surprise. Well, yeah, it meant a couple of things – none of them something he wanted, I’m sure.

First, getting myself in shape. I loved his twink body, but now that it was mine, I needed something a little bit more muscular – something that would let me take control and dominate physically, not just mentally. That took me a few months. During that time, I was still doming him, keeping our roles intact, but I was working hard every day at the gym. The transformation was incredible. Now, look at me – this body is ready for absolutely anything.

"Hey, babe, check out these gains," I said, flexing my biceps in front of him. His eyes widened in admiration, but there was a hint of fear too. He knew I was serious about changing things up.

As the months went by and I dedicated myself to transforming my new body, the muscle worship sessions became more intense. Every day after my workout, I would come home, dripping with sweat, and make my boyfriend kneel before me. The smell of hard work and the sight of my bulging muscles seemed to both intimidate and excite him.

"Come on, babe," I said one evening, flexing my bicep in front of his face. "Show me how much you appreciate all this effort."

He leaned in, his lips trembling as they brushed against my bicep, his tongue tracing the contours of the muscle. I could feel his breath quickening, his adoration palpable. It wasn't just about worshipping me; it was about submitting entirely to the new power dynamic.

As my body grew stronger and more defined, the sessions grew longer and more demanding. "Worship every inch of me," I commanded, stretching out on the bed, my muscles glistening under the soft light. He obeyed, his hands and lips moving reverently over my chest, abs, thighs, and calves. The intensity of his worship fueled my dominance, making me crave more.

One night, after a particularly grueling session at the gym, I stood before him, shirtless, my skin glistening with sweat. "Lick it off," I ordered, my voice a low growl. He hesitated for a moment, then complied, his tongue trailing along my pecs and abs, his eyes closed in a mix of submission and arousal.

The act of worship became a ritual, a way for me to assert my dominance and for him to show his devotion. I reveled in the power I had over him, in the way his eyes lit up with awe and desire every time he saw my body.

"You're lucky to have this," I would tell him, flexing my muscles as he gazed up at me. "Remember that."

The more my body transformed, the more intense our sessions became. I made him massage my sore muscles, his fingers working into the tight knots and making me groan with pleasure. His touch, once gentle and loving, became more desperate, as if he feared losing me to my newfound strength and confidence.

Second, stepping into my new sexual era. I had developed tons of new kinks. Not only had I developed a transformation kink, but I also got really into ropes and bondage. There was something incredibly thrilling about the control and power dynamics that came with restraining someone.

I started simple, with basic knots and ties, enjoying the sight of my boyfriend's lithe body squirming beneath the bonds. "Stay still," I would command, as I carefully wrapped the rope around his wrists, securing him to the bedpost. His eyes would widen with a mix of fear and excitement, his breath hitching as I pulled the knots tight.

As I got more experienced, the bondage sessions grew more elaborate. I invested in high-quality ropes, learning intricate techniques. The artistry of the knots and the patterns they created on his skin were as satisfying as the control they symbolized.

One evening, I decided to push our boundaries further. "Tonight, we're going to try something new," I told him, a wicked smile on my face. I could see the apprehension in his eyes, but he nodded, trusting me.

I spent nearly an hour meticulously binding him, weaving the ropes around his torso, thighs, and ankles, creating a beautiful, restrictive web. By the time I was done, he was completely immobilized, every movement restricted by the tight embrace of the ropes.

"How does that feel?" I asked, running my fingers over the intricate knots.

"Intense," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Good," I replied, leaning in to kiss him. "That's exactly what I want."

The power dynamic in these moments was electrifying. I reveled in his vulnerability, in the trust he placed in me, and the absolute control I had over him. I could see the arousal in his eyes, mixed with a flicker of fear. It was a heady combination that drove me wild.

The sessions grew more intense over time. I started incorporating sensory deprivation, blindfolding him and adding earplugs to heighten his anticipation and focus his attention solely on the sensations I provided. "You don't need to see or hear," I would murmur in his ear before slipping the blindfold over his eyes. "Just feel."

His body would tense, every touch amplified in the darkness. The thrill of controlling his senses, of being his entire world in those moments, was intoxicating. I pushed his boundaries, exploring new realms of pleasure and pain, always careful but relentless in my pursuit of dominance.

The more we delved into this new sexual era, the more I realized how much I craved this control, this power. It wasn't just about the physical dominance; it was about the psychological hold I had over him. Knowing he was entirely at my mercy, trusting me implicitly, gave me a rush like nothing else.

And I could see the changes in him too. He became more pliant, more willing to submit to my desires. But even as he adapted to this new dynamic, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. I needed a sub who truly appreciated this body, who worshiped it like it deserved. Someone who matched my intensity and desire for exploration.

That thought lingered in the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing day. I loved him, but this new era of our relationship had shown me a side of myself that craved more. More worship, more admiration, more excitement. And if that meant finding a new sub who could truly appreciate what I had become, then so be it.

Third, and this was the real kicker, was finding a sub truly worthy of this sexy body. Yeah, his body is cute, but it’s really not what I’m into now. He’s too old for me, don’t you think? I’m 20 now, for God’s sake. I should be off pounding twinks, not wasting my time with some older daddy after all.

One evening, we decided to go out to a club together. It was one of those nights where the music was pumping, the lights were flashing, and the energy was electric. I found myself drawn to the younger guys on the dance floor. Their energy, their bodies, their carefree attitudes – it was intoxicating. I realized I wanted that. I wanted someone who could keep up with me, who could worship this body the way it deserved.

As the night wore on, I noticed a particularly attractive twink eyeing me from across the room. He was everything I was looking for – young, fit, and full of energy. I felt a magnetic pull towards him, and before I knew it, we were dancing together, the music and the crowd fading into the background.

"You're amazing," the twink whispered in my ear, his hands roaming over my body.

"Thanks," I replied, my heart pounding with excitement. "You too."

We moved closer, our bodies pressed together, the chemistry undeniable. I could feel my boyfriend's eyes on us from across the room, but I didn't care. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed.

The twink and I slipped away to a quieter corner of the club, our hands exploring each other eagerly. The thrill of the moment, the forbidden nature of it, only made it more exciting. I knew I was crossing a line, but I didn't care. This was my new life, my new desire.

When we finally returned to the main floor, my boyfriend was waiting, his face a mask of anger and hurt. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice shaking with emotion.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied coolly, even though we both knew exactly what he meant.

"Don't play dumb with me," he snapped. "I saw you. I saw everything."

"Maybe it's time you faced the truth," I said, my voice steady. "This isn’t working for me anymore. I'm young, hot, and ready for more. I should be out there, exploring, not tied down to someone who can’t keep up."

The hurt in his eyes was palpable, but I pressed on. "I need a sub who truly appreciates this body, who worships it like it deserves. You’re too old for me now."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried to protest. "But we can make this work. I can change, I can be better for you."

"No," I said firmly. "It's not about you changing. It's about me realizing what I need. And what I need is someone who can match my intensity and my desires. Someone younger, more energetic. I'm sorry, but this is the end for us."

He didn't take the news well, of course. He begged and pleaded. "Let's swap our bodies back," he said desperately. "We can go back to how things were. Please."

I looked at him, feeling a mix of pity and annoyance. "Swap back?" I repeated, stepping closer to him. "I don't know what you're talking about. This body has always been mine."

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, please. We can fix this."

I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me. "Listen to me," I said, my voice low and commanding. "This is my body. It always has been. You need to move on."

Packing my things was bittersweet. There were moments of doubt, memories of the good times we shared. But I knew this was the right decision for me. I needed to be true to myself, to my desires. And staying in a relationship that no longer fulfilled me wasn't fair to either of us.

As I walked out the door, I felt a mix of liberation and anticipation. The world was out there, full of possibilities, full of young, eager subs ready to worship me. Watch out world, Liam Anderson is ready to step it up a notch.

I moved into a new place, closer to the gym and the nightlife. It didn’t take long for me to find what I was looking for. Young, fit twinks who looked up to me with admiration and desire. They craved the dominance I offered, and I reveled in their worship.

One in particular caught my eye – a 19-year-old with a lean, toned body and an insatiable hunger for submission. We hit it off immediately. He was everything I wanted – eager, energetic, and utterly devoted to pleasing me.

"You're perfect," I told him one night, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Exactly what I need."

"Thank you, sir," he whispered, his eyes shining with gratitude and lust.

Life was perfect. I had the body I wanted, the power I craved, and a sub who worshiped me like a god. The doubts and guilt faded away, replaced by the thrill of living my truth. I was finally where I belonged – in control, admired, and desired.

And as I looked at myself in the mirror, flexing my muscles, I knew I had made the right choice. The world was mine, and I was ready to conquer it.

Blake

I’ve been watching Blake develop for sometime now. I’ve been going to this gym for over a year and his progress amazes me. I saw him go from a scrawny lean twink, to someone with some decent muscle mass.

I knew I wanted to harvest him. I was just waiting for the right opportunity.

I’ve decided that now is the time to harvest. His muscle tone is perfect, and his hair has grown to the perfect length. I think I’m gonna follow him into the locker room to give him his injection.

I caught him in the showers. he was already stripped down and in the perfect state for harvesting. I waited impatiently for the process to complete. I didn’t know how much privacy I could get in these locker rooms.

I put on his wet body. Which I can now call my own. I put on a white robe and go to the lounge to get familiarize with my new form.

I couldn’t be more satisfied with my new body. I think he’ll do quite well in my collection. I can only imagine the bodies he’ll help me gain access to.

You walked in the elevator, a guy standing there with the most insane cut abs taking a picture of himself. He didn’t care, he just stood there as you checked out that body. You noticed a thick, long imprint on his grey joggers. He knew you were looking, he grabbed it and started shaking it. It was for sure his dick growing bigger and harder.

He motioned me to come closer and then he pulled his semi hard hung cock from his pants. I got on my knees, as he pushed me down and forced it immediately in my mouth. He pulled down his joggers to his knees, and kept his short lifted for me to see his perfect abs and powerful thick chest. He wore a helmet so I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t know whose cock I had in my mouth.

I felt his cock getting fully erect, hard as steel and thicker than it was before he shoved it in my. He didn’t speak, but he just forced me to take it all the way. His big heavy low hanging balls hitting my chin as he face fucked me. His whole shaft down my throat I could hardly catch a breath. The taste of his dick leaking pre tasted salty yet also sweet as honey. The musky scent coming from his hairy bush covering his pubic area intoxicated me. He really skull fucked me hard, feeling his shaft moving in my throat, nearly choking I felt it throbbing. He groaned as I felt it throb again wildly as it blasted powerful jets of cum down my throat. He kept my head in place. It felt thick and the taste so sweet. He pulled his still hard shaft from my throat as the ding from the elevator sounded. He walked out without saying a word, leaving me on my knees and his seed in my stomach and mouth.

Four days later I came back from work, I stepped in the elevator. A big guy stepped in as well, when the door closed he said - “whattup slut” - confused I looked at him. “Maybe this you remember” he lifted his shirt up and I saw again those perfect abs. “A little cute fag like you is just what I need again. That pretty throat is probably nothing compared to that boy hole”, he continued: “come here” he flexed his big muscled arms as he pulled me closer. He groped my ass, slapped on it. He took my chin, ordered me to open my mouth. He spit straight away in my mouth and slapped it playfully.

“Come” he walked out and I followed him. Entering his place I noticed how disorganized and messy it looked. I saw clothes on the floor everywhere, he filled up a glass of water. I looked around as he gave it to me, ordering me to drink it. I gulped it down. We sat on the couch as he took his shirt off, I really liked his muscled body. I wanted to kiss him, but he directed me to his pecs. I kissed, licked and sucked on his nipples. He rubbed my head as he moaned softly. I started to feel really weak, lightheaded. I saw him however getting pumped up, his body looking like it got a decent pump. His short sprouting a massive tent.

“I gave you a pill to have those muscles relaxed, you gonna need it, I took something else. Keep me going, these balls are filled up. Last time I emptied them was in your mouth.”

He carried me to the bedroom, I moved my arms around his wide neck. When he threw me on the bed he straight away pulled me towards the edge. My legs being hold on the air, I felt him rubbing his big cock against my hole. He slowly penetrated me, it didn’t hurt at all. My hole just giving in and opening up for him. “Fuck, the drug works perfectly. You are taking my oversized alpha cock with ease. Taking my baseball bat sized meat. It’s so tight.”

I didn’t remember his cock this big, was he just having a semi last time. This is twice the size I had in my throat. When I looked down I could see shape of his cock moving as he thrusted in me. Too weak to do anything else I lay there taking his hard pounding. His muscled body looking so hot, I lay there moaning as he whored me out. He was loving how good my hole felt, until he suddenly stopped. “Fuck, you are just perfect for me. I bet you enjoy having a real alpha pounding you” I nodded. “I am taking another boost, fuck that safety crap” I looked as he walked away and picked up a pill and swallowed it down with some water. Right after he came back and went straight back to fucking me. “Yeah I got these amazing pills last week, alphazz. They turn you into the truest potential alpha male. I guess my potential is off the charts, this was my last one”. Still on my back I rode the waves of pleasure, his big cock throbbing inside me. It goes deeper than any cock has gotten before. My prostate assaulted with immense force. Staring at his perfect body I saw it changing before my eyes. His pecs enlarging, his whole body frame widening. My legs spread out as his shoulders broaden. He started roaring, that’s it. “You are mine now boy, watch me take my final and perfect form. When it’s done you will beg to be mine. Watch me change”.

I did just that, while he flexed and praised himself I saw him becoming bigger and hotter. Hair sprouting at all the right places, thick nice amount of fur covering his godlike physique. His jawline improving, now it could work as a snowplow so sharp. It as well got covered by a big fur, improving on his masculine features even more. His voice got noticeable deeper, when I definitely could feel my insides stretching even more. I watched as the shape of his cock inside my body enlarged.

He just then crawled on top of me, his musky manly scent of his furry chest invading my nose. He got himself on top of me, he began pumping again and with that my whole mind just shot off. It felt so good, I drooled and moaned. His face said it all. He loved what he had done to me, telling me I am now his little boy. His property, from now on I belong in his bed and take care of him. He said he is going to mark me as his own pretty soon, I knew he meant unloading those heavy balls. Heavy with thick fertile alpha cum, he pushed in all the way as the food gates opened. He pumped all he had in my guts. I felt it filling me, the warm seed of his. He left me gaping with his load leaking from me. Telling me that once I’m ready we will move my belongings to his place, and I’m gonna move in.

Bull

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake had been lifting weights alone in the gym late at night, savoring the quiet and solitude. The clang of metal and the rhythmic grunts of his exertion filled the space.

Each rep pushed his muscles to their limits, his veins bulging under his skin. The sweat dripped from his brow, soaking his tank top.

The gym was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the rhythmic clink of weights and Jake's steady breathing. The fluorescent lights flickered occasionally, casting shadows that danced across the room. As Jake finished his last set, he exhaled deeply, feeling a satisfying burn in his muscles. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm and made his way to the locker room.

Inside, the locker room was dimly lit, and the silence was almost oppressive. Jake opened his locker, pulled out a fresh towel, and began to strip off his drenched workout clothes. Just as he reached for his clean shirt, a voice pierced the quiet.

"Incredible physique you've got there."

Jake jumped, his heart pounding as he turned to see the lanky figure of the gym's janitor standing uncomfortably close. The janitor was a wiry, pallid man with sunken eyes that seemed to bore into Jake. He wore a faded uniform and clutched a mop in his skeletal hands.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," the janitor said, a creepy smile spreading across his face. "I've been observing you for months now. Your dedication is... admirable."

Jake's skin prickled with unease. He forced a smile and nodded. "Thanks, man. Just trying to stay in shape."

The janitor took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Jake's. "You do more than that.

You become perfection."

Before Jake could respond, he felt a sudden, sharp prick in his neck. His vision blurred, and he staggered, his body betraying him as he collapsed to the cold tile floor. The world around him faded to black.

When Jake awoke, he couldn't move. He could only watch in horror as the janitor loomed over him, stripping off his uniform to reveal a sickly, frail frame. The janitor's grin widened as he lifted Jake's skin, now hollow and limp like a discarded costume.

"You see," the janitor whispered, "I've always wanted to be perfect."

With a sense of grim determination, the janitor lifted Jake's skin from the ground.

It hung limply, like a grotesque costume. The janitor's eyes gleamed with a sick excitement as he stepped into Jake's legs, one at a time, pulling the skin up over his own.

As the janitor slipped his bony feet into Jake's muscular legs, the transformation began. The janitor's scrawny calves and thighs filled out, muscles rippling and expanding to match Jake's powerful build. The janitor adjusted the skin, pulling it up over his own narrow hips and emaciated torso. With each tug, the janitor's frail body reshaped itself, bones cracking and shifting to fit the new form.

Next, the janitor slid his arms into Jake's muscular ones, feeling the strength and power coursing through them. He flexed his new fingers, marveling at the size and definition of the biceps and triceps. The janitor then pulled the skin up over his chest and shoulders, his once narrow frame now broad and imposing.

Finally, the janitor reached for Jake's head, lifting it like a hood. He slipped his own head inside, feeling the skin stretch and mold to his features. As the janitor adjusted the face, his own gaunt visage disappeared, replaced by Jake's chiseled jawline and handsome features.

Standing before the mirror, the janitor-now-Jake marveled at his reflection. The transformation was complete. He was no longer the creepy janitor. He was Jake, the epitome of physical perfection. He flexed, watching the muscles ripple beneath the skin, and a dark, satisfied chuckle escaped his lips.

The janitor inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of Jake's sweat that clung to the discarded clothes on the floor. He dressed himself in Jake's sweaty tank top and shorts, feeling the fabric cling to his new body. He laced up Jake's sneakers, relishing the fit and the power he now felt.

With one last look in the mirror, the janitor-now-Jake smiled, confident in his new identity.

Coming Home Yet Again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weaponizing Normality

With @wakeup01

“C’mon babygirl, you know what to do about this, right?”

John gulped, his ex-boyfriend cockily lying on their bed. His bed. They were exes now after all, considering John had caught the flamboyant twink cheating on him with the young hunky cashier from the liquor store. But it was more than that, because John had converted his ex-boyfriend after the incident in a fit of rage. One bullet and a mental breakdown later, he had vowed to never see Garret again. But here he was, or at least, what he had become.

“How are you…why are you…” John sputtered, trying his best not to check out his former lover. The twink’s slim figure had been eradicated along with the homosexuality. Now Garret embodied the classic toxic straight boy. Rippling muscles, tanned skin, perfect hair and face. Even a tattoo was now carved into where his arm met his shoulder; the most heterosexual of all ink locations.

“What, didn’t you miss me?” Garret purred, his voice deeper and more sensual than John remembered. “Left my clothes at some chick’s place before I got here, hope you don’t mind.”

John realized what Garret was referencing. Although shirtless, he was currently wearing a pair of John’s slacks, his massive pouch stretching the fabric. Garret had always been too petite for John’s clothes before, but now the opposite problem had occurred. John envisioned his pants screaming in agony with Garett’s muscular lower half stretching them to the limit.

“Not the only thing I stretched out today, if you know what I mean,” Garett winked, reading John’s thoughts. John could not believe he could still do that after all they had been through.

“Look,” John finally sputtered, a firm decision settling in his mind. “You need to go, now.”

Garret frowned, taking a beat. “Are you sure? I come bearing gifts.”

“‘Gifts’,” John repeated unconvinced.

“Well sure,” Garret affirmed. “To thank you for all you did, and to apologize.”

Although he did not show it, John was surprised by this comment. Had conversion not morphed Garett into a classic douchebag?

“You obviously had a reason for what you did,” Garret started. “I cheated on you, plain and simple. You were acting solely as a response to my actions.”

John could not believe how mature this conversation was.

“After I got converted, everything changed for me. First off, I realized how much pussy I’ve been missing out on. It’s great stuff, man.” John did not respond, so Garret continued. “Anyway, I wanted to double up the two and come here for one last hurrah, a ‘To new beginnings!’ sort of thing.”

John considered this, “What do you have in mind?”

A self-assured smirk fell over Garret’s masculinized face. He already knew John’s answer before he even asked the question. “A thick, sensual blowjob on this new alpha body.”

John had no words. His eyes shifted from Garret’s down to the enlarged pouch, and then back up to Garret’s, before going back to the pouch again. John continued this pattern, with each glance back at Garret’s man meat a little longer than the last. Before he realized it, the words had already left his mouth.

“Please…”

Garret tossed his hands behind his head and shifted his pelvis a bit, “Get to work then, fag.”

Overridden by a sudden wave of lust, John dove in. Like a rabid dog he ripped apart Garret's (his) own pants, tearing away at the tight briefs (which on John were supposed to be boxers) immediately after. But before John could lay his eyes on the superior cock the laid below, he felt the pressure of cold metal brace his skull.

The gun went off quickly, the bullet lodging itself directly into John’s head. Garret watched as his collapsed on top of him, John’s body lifeless on top of half of his. With a chuckle, he dove his hand into the back of John’s pants and shoved his two fingers right next to the crack. He felt it pulsating, vibrating as it carefully shut its well-maintained entrance. 

Garret then began to feel up the rest of John’s body, curious to see what else could be affected right away. He recognized the flab of his ex’s stomach begin to evaporate away, and took in the crackle-pops of John’s widening back. Garret could not help but investigate the armpits, relishing in the fact that they were growing hairier and sweatier by the second. Bringing his fingers up to his nose, he grinned childishly in disgusted glee at the sour smell that had latched on, growing funkier by the minute.

Garret could not believe weaponizing normality could be so wickedly fun. He glowed with mischievousness, his impish revenge tantalizing him. Garret knew that it would not be long until his vengeance would be complete. But until then, he had to get this dude off his dick.

Teen wolf - Alpha needs his pack Part 2.

Hey, y'all already know who we are right? We're like two of the most popular guys at school. Or maybe the coolest. Or... ok forget I said that. We are just bestfriends, by day we do normal shirt together by some nights Scott is doing his wolf stuff and I try to help out as much as I can.

But recently sometihng has changed. Scott started to act more dominant. We spoke less and less. He is so focused on the pack and the dangers that might come, but that's not how Scott usually is. Also, what happened to Theo? He is always ten steps behind Scott like some sort of a servant and he even keeps looking at me. But not with his self-centered I AM BETTER THAN YOU look, but now he looks like he wants to tell me sometihng, like he is being punished. I'll try to talk to him, since Scott is distancing himself from me now. HE EVEN GOT A TATTOO. Without me! We were talking getting one and he didn't wait for me. Ok, maybe my dad would be against it, but I would resist. Maybe, for a while. Ok, I wouldn't dare, but you know. He could have said something.

I think I was getting really desperate. My best friend is not talking to me, everyone else would think the way that I do. I knew If I were in his pack he couldn't ignore me. But if my dad found out I was bitten someday, he would flip. Or maybe I would too. The first transformation must be horrible. Which is why I contacted one witch. She is not evil, but doesn't work for free. And I still didn't have an idea how to get Scott to talk to me, but she would know what to do. Wouldn't she?

We met up in the forest. She brough a box with her with all sorts of potions and equipment. She was a middle aged, very beautiful woman, nice hair, leather jacket.

"Hey. You're not the witch from Snow White I was expecting."

"Money" she said annoyed after my joke

I handed her the money. And started nervously: "Haha, sorry about that. I just get nervous handling illegal stuff in the dark with strangers. Not like I would do that, like ever. Not like drugs or anything. I don't do drugs..."

"You talk too much." She handed me a small vial of liquid. As I observed the vial, she touched my hand. "Do you even know, there's some magic in you? Are you so blind to everything around you, you don't even see whats in you?"

"I am a wizard?"

"No. You have some magic, but you're weak." she started packing her things and getting ready to leave.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what to do."

"Drink it to get close to who you want." she said mysteriously.

What does that even mean? I drank the whole vial and she just smiled at me. I hope that's a good sign. A smile from a witch. Sure

Suddenly a noise echoed through the forrest. That sounded like a howl. The witch was already running away from me.

In a minute Derek appeared behind me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I was really surprised to see him, but also not. The wolves always protect the Beacon Hills so if there was a creature tresspassing, they would know. I tried to sound confident. "Well I could be asking you the same thing"

"Do you even know that the Dread doctors are in Beacon Hills?! Has no one told you they pose a threat, Stiles?!? They want to get to Scott and you are parading in a forrest doing god knows what."

"I was just... on a midnight walk. It's very healthy actually. You should try sometimes. But I guess you run a lot around the town during the night. Right. Anyway..."

"Stiles, shut the fuck up and let's go."

He touched my arm and then my whole world flipped. It must have happened really fast, but for us it felt like ages. I even think I saw Derek's aura? soul? I don't know. But those things switched places in our bodies. They positioned themself and after that I opened my eyes again.

I saw myself. Myself from Derek's eyes. As I looked down I saw Derek's muscles. Oh man, he's gonna kill me now.

"Stiles?!?" the expression of my face changed from my usual friendly approach to the one I might have had maybe the last time playing a video game. I didn't even know my face could do this.

"Yesss?" whoa. Did that vibrating manly voice just come out of me? That's so hot. I have to calm down before Derek notices I am not that mad about the situation as he is.

"What exactly have you been doing here? And I need you to tell me everything." haha. My body looks so funny when he's trying to look angry.

I told him how I felt about Scott, how the witch took the money and gave me the vial and how I drank it.

He laughed of frustration. "You fuckin' idiot. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"The Dread Doctors were planning to swap you and Scott. You were suppose to go meet him after this, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well of course. Our little stiles feels intimidated by Scott new ball drop and wants to be close, just to endanger the whole town in doing so. What would you do if you swapped with him? Would you manage being the Alpha? HUH? No, right. Didn't think so."

"Sorry, this wasn't the plan."

"Oh I know it wasn't. And it sure wasn't my plan to spend the evening fucking myself."

"WHAT?! WHAT do you mean?! Why should I.... YOU...WHAT?"

"Every magical thing has a twist. And maybe from every cheesy freaky friday movie you watch, you might understand, that the people that swap have to get close somehow, make up. They always have to 'learn a lesson', 'try to walk in each others shoes', but they all take the long way. The fastest way to swap is to know how the other one FEELS."

"Derek, I... I don't know if I want this."

"Well I sure as don't want this kid, but we don't have a choice now, do we? Now, get on your knees. I got places to be."

He came close to me and started unzipping my jeans.

"Hey that's my dick!"

"No, it's mine now. And if you don't want it to be like this forever, which I really don't, then SUCK IT!"

I have to say, that seeing my own body being so dominant was in some ways really hot. I lowered myself.

"I have never seen it from this angle. It looks really nice."

"Stiles. SUCK IT!"

I didn't want to bee yelled at anymore, but Derek's body seemed to react to it slightly. I liked the shaft first, grabbing the lower part of my dick and positioned my mouth over it. My beard over my lips slightly scratching the head of my dick seemed to cause sensation to him. I pushed the dick more and more. Damn, almost no gag reflex. Convenient. My dick is real nice I gotta say. Striaght, slightly hairy, nice balls. It's not one of the biggest out there, but it's not bad in the mouth.

I accelerated. He started moaning. I used my right hand to jerk the lower half and blow the top. I think I'm getting good at this. Maybe cause Derek now put his hand in my hair to hold onto something.

"So you like it huh?"

"DON'T STOP!"

I got back to it, accelerating even more until streams of cum released into my mouth. I swallowed.

"So? When do you think we're gonna swap?" I asked him

He hyperventilated from the orgasm. "I... I thought this would work actually."

"Well maybe we gotta fuck for real. Let's go to my place. My dad's on duty now.

We entered my room. I could see the post nut clarity in his eyes. Post nut clarity and desperation. Nothing I haven't seen before on my own face.

"Ok, Derek. The lube is in the drawers. There is a completely new one. I haven't had a chance to use it. Guess I still won't be the first one using it. Hahah."

"What do you mean?"

"You just came. My body isn't used to cum two times a in an hour, So if you can't do the math, I'll do it for you."

"We'll wait until your body's dick gets hard." he said indifferently

A wave of anger swept over me

"Listen here, Derek. You suggested this and I followed. Now it's your turn to obey and do what I tell you. You don't want to be stuck like this and these are your methods. So we're gonna fuck. And I will be on top. Understand?"

He just nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes. But also excitement. And what I really didn't expect a tent formed in his jeans. That little fucker likes to be dominated. He's just hiding it behind this facade.

I was horny, hell yeah I was. And I also wanted to enjoy being this buff for just a few minutes. I did some pull ups. It went so easily. His body is so amazing. Maybe I should hit the gym after we go back.

Derek just sat shirtless on the bed, watching me lift myself up and down.

I got near him. The sweat drops rolling over my muscles. I took his hand and positioned it on my belt. He unbuckled it. SHIIIT this dick is huge. No wonder when Derek is such a masculine man.

"SUCK IT!" I said just as he said before. Only now, my voice was more manlier than his. He obeyed me, he wanted me to feel good and ge was doing such a great job. I thrusted my hips into his mouth as he was sucking. He choked many time. My body's gag reflex made it worse for him. Take that, that's for before

I took off my pants and he took off his. He turned around and got in position for me to enter him. I took the lube, put some on my hand, then his ass. Then on my new dick. Fuck, it's my first time jerking his dick. And it feels so good. I don't think I want to swap. But if I get my hands on the vial, I could swap with anyone. It would be cool to know what it's like to be Theo. He has a beautiful body.

My mind got back from daydreaming to fucking again. My hard pulsating dick in my hand ready over my hairy ass. I pushed, slowly, gently. I waited for him to get used to it. He moaned like a little bitch. While I waited for him to enjoy the pain I grabbed his dick. He was just as hard as I was. I took my other hand and grabbed him under his neck and took him close to me. My other hand still on his dick, jerking him, my own dick thrusting into him. He moaned. I kissed his neck and bit him a bit. I could feel my wolf teeth come out. But no, not the time

I accelerated. Thrusting more into him and jerking him twice as before. He wasn't moaninf, he was screaming out of pleasure now. And then it hit. Both of us. Be came at the same time. I came into him and ha came all over my bed. We panted, my dick still inside of him slowly getting flacid.

I pulled out. Laying myself down and he did so next to me on the bed.

"Well, that didn't work."

We just looked at each other, both wondering what we were gonna do.

But hey, atleast I get to be part of the pack with Scott now.

A story from inbox that skipped a few others: Maybe a second part of the new alpha where stiles hires some witch to make him and derek swap bodies in order to improve the pack. Maybe even derek had a kink with being smaller and loves the new reality.

Sorry for taking so long, but don't worry. Your story is coming

Part 1:

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Teen wolf - New Alpha

"Scott, come on we need to sort this out. There is a fight coming and you're not doing anything. We need to get everyone ready and strike fi

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Teen wolf-Alpha needs his pack, Pt. 3

Stiles P.O.V. "Stiles knew that being a wolf wasn't an automatic win against other enemies. He knew from Scott what it took. But he thought

Big Man on Campus

(a trade with @alphajocklover)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come in man, come in"

"You are, the only one comin" Clark sighed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trent followed Brody over to the small fold out chair

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

"what exactly are you guys studying?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"errrr, is it safe?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Trent, duuuhuhuhu, you fuckin forgetful bro?"

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

"hey Trent, what are you" Brody asked

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

"a jock, duuuhuhuhu"

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

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

Clark and Brody quickly followed him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[6 years later]

"okay babe, just hold still"

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

"you are so weird, I hate getting injections"

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

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

"Trent, that's so cheesy"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brody rolled his eyes and chuckled

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

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

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

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

"He's perfect, look at the bulge in his shorts. I want you to wear him, Pres," Luke said to his boyfriend, Preston, referring to the muscular sleeping hunk in front of them.

"I was thinking the same, the guy is packing," Preston said with a smirk. He stood up and suddenly everyone inside the car stopped moving, leaving only Luke and Preston unaffected. Time didn't stop, as the car was still running, Preston had only frozen the people inside it.

He glanced back at his boyfriend, and Luke responded with a reassuring nod. Preston started to undress, when he was completely naked, he stood in front of the sleeping hunk and with his two hands, started to stretch open the hunk's mouth, opening it in an unnatural way as if the man was made of elastic.

Preston looked at his boyfriend, who was watching everything behind him with a huge smile. "I will try to make it sexy since I know you love watching this part," Preston stretched more of the hunk's mouth and slipped his right foot inside. The hunk continued looking peaceful even with a strange man with half his leg inserted into his body.

Luke was hard as he watched his boyfriend forcing his body inside the unsuspected hunk, he loved watching this part, it was the most erotic thing for him. After a few minutes, Preston finally slipped the hunk's handsome face over his and smirked at Luke, who had his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.

Luke watched as the muscular hunk stood up and walked over to him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. "Did you like watching your boyfriend wearing my muscles like a fucking shirt? You fucking freak," The hunk said, his voice was deep and powerful.

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

The hunk smirked, he grabbed Luke's throbbing cock and started sucking him, making Luke moan loudly. The only sounds he could hear were the car's engine running and the slurping noises coming from the hunk deep-throating him.

"B-babe... I'm gonna cum, let me cum on his face," Luke moaned, pushing the hunk off his cock, aiming it at his face and starting to cum, coating the hunk's handsome face with his thick powerful cum.

The hunk just smirked, he cooped some of the cum and sucked his fingers clean. "I like this one, I can't wait to test out his ass," The hunk said, standing up and giving his ass a hard slap, he then turned to look at Luke. "Now is your turn, who are you're gonna pick?"

Luke glanced at the passengers' faces and noticed a handsome young man, frozen in motion like everyone else around him, as he stared at his phone.

Luke walked to the handsome young man and lifted his unmoving head to give his face a proper look. "I will wear this one."

"Good choice, the kid does have a nice package,"

Luke didn't have the powers of a body stealer like his boyfriend had, Preston had the power to turn everyone around him into a wearable bodysuit for a short period, right now everyone inside the car was a bodysuit, but in the end, when Preston turned off his powers, those who weren't worn would go back to normal.

Luke stretched open the young man's mouth and started sliding inside. When he finished putting on his new body, he sat back and pulled down his white shorts to reveal his new big cock. He gave his new shaft a few strokes and soon was spotting a massive throbbing cock, he swung it proudly to his boyfriend.

"You better get on here and ride me, I will destroy your new tight straight hole with this lad's cock," Luke ordered, his voice now a lot more juvenile.

Preston walked to him, his bodysuit being bigger and taller than Luke's bodysuit. Preston pulled down his shorts and slowly sat on Luke's bodysuit's throbbing cock. Preston started to fuck himself with the strength that came with his bodysuit, his ass pressing against Luke's bodysuit's smaller thighs.

"Oooh fuck yeah, babe! Fuck this tight straight ass on this lad's cock! AAARRGHH FUUUCKKKK...." Preston's new massive cock started to shoot cum all over the car's floor, Luke also came right after him.

They both were panting, with Preston lying his back on Luke's body, they both shared a long and sloppy kiss while Luke's cock was still inside Preston. Suddenly, they heard the automated announcement come through the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we are now approaching Lunar Bay Station. This is the final stop on this line. Please make sure to take all personal belongings with you as you exit the train."

Luke and Preston sat back to where their bodysuits were originally sitting, and suddenly everyone in the car started moving again, completely unaware of the loss of time. When they arrived at the station, before walking out of the car, the muscular tattooed hunk winked at the handsome young man. The young man followed right after him with a visible hard-on in his tight white shorts.

The car's door closed behind them; four men had walked in, but only two walked out.

Stranded Pt. 2

If you haven’t read part one, check it out here! Just a heads up, this part ended up being really long.

Back at the crash landing site, the stowaway insectoid named Coal had come out of hiding once it was sure there was no other living creature within close proximity. It made its way through the desert to the nearby road. The little alien perched itself next to the road, waiting for a potential host to drive by. Coal waited for hours on end. Although several people had driven down that highway, none of them suited the insectoid’s needs.

Soon the morning sun cracked the night sky, and Coal was still waiting on standby for a suitable host. Then, the loud sound of a revving motorcycle began to disturb the quiet desert as it came within earshot. A young biker punk was barreling down the highway. The noise quickly caught the insectoid’s attention, and the motorcycle kept its attention. The biker was exactly the kind of host Coal was waiting for, and although it couldn’t perform an in-depth analysis, it was ready to pounce on its prey.

The biker was coming down fast. Coal had to quickly curl up its legs before it missed its chance. Coal didn’t have enough time to properly calculate the jump, so it had to take a leap of faith and leave it up to luck. Once the biker was coming in close, Coal used the built up tension from its legs to spring itself right at the biker. It was a risky move, but it paid off. Coal landed right on the biker’s helmet.

“AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!?!” the biker yelled. The sudden sight of an oversized bug on his helmet caused him to panic. He tried swatting at Coal, but Coal screeched when he tried. Terror filled the biker, and he swerved right off the road into the desert as he desperately tried taking off his helmet. He flew off his bike and he took a harsh tumble as he landed, but the biker managed to take off the helmet and throw it. The bike had taken some damage too, but luckily it didn’t explode or anything like that. 

The biker was panting for breath as he stared down his helmet. The helmet landed right side up, but the insectoid was nowhere in sight. It seemed safe enough, but it still took the biker a while to calm down. After several minutes of nothing happening, the biker got up and inspected his helmet with a stick. He flipped it over several times, but still no sight of the bug that jumped on him. He picked up the helmet, and looked around for the bug.

“What the fuck was that thing…” the biker asked out loud. He swallowed his spit. Whatever it was, he never wanted to see it ever again.

He was about to put his helmet back on, but a weight on his shoulder had shifted. He paused, and turned his head in terror towards his shoulder. The last thing he saw was the insectoid sitting on his shoulder with its two front legs curled up. Its curled up legs then shot straight into his nose faster than his vision could process. The biker shrieked out in pain as Coal slithered up his nose in one fluid motion. He thrashed around in the dirt as Coal made its way to his brain, only relaxing once Coal sat on top of his brain and took control.

A creepy smile spread across the biker’s face as Coal adjusted itself to its new host. Coal then forced the biker to jump back onto his feet with a flip. Coal only had the biker under its control for less than a minute, but it had already figured out complex body movements. 

Coal walked over to its new motorcycle with its helmet in tow, and began driving down the highway on its way to its next stop.

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‘Becoming the Dom

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure these are the right size?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…do you like it?”

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

“Wait right there.” 

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

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

“Kneel and suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

“Yes…”

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

“…Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go to Helena’s,”

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

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

“Not trying to fight me again, mortal?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1 Year Later

“Great work out today bro!” said Zac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s the vape?”

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

“Yeah, you’re right bro”

The bass thumped through the walls, rattling my windows and vibrating through my thin mattress. I sighed, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the clock glowing 12:34 AM. Marco had been at it for hours, his party spilling out from his backyard into the street, laughter and loud music blending into an obnoxious cacophony. I threw on a t-shirt and padded barefoot to the door, my frustration boiling over.

"Hey, Marco!" I shouted over the fence, catching sight of him with his arm draped around some girl, his golden tan glistening under the dim porch light. His dark brown locks fell perfectly over his forehead, his thin chain catching the light as it rested on his muscular chest. He turned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What do you want, man?" His voice was smooth, dripping with arrogance.

"Can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, loud and dismissive, turning back to his friends. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he muttered, pulling the girl closer and resuming his conversation. The frustration bubbled into anger. If I couldn’t sleep, I might as well join the party in a different way.

I turned on my heel and walked back to my apartment, slamming the door behind me. I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes, focusing on the rhythmic thudding of the music. Slowly, I felt myself detach from my body, floating upward, becoming an unseen ghost.

Floating unseen, I drifted through the wall, across the street, and into Marco’s yard. The sounds grew louder, more defined, as I zeroed in on him. His voice, deep and commanding, filled my ears.

“And then I told him, ‘You better watch your back, man, or you’ll end up with more than just a black eye,’” Marco boasted, his arm still around the girl. I hovered closer, until I was directly behind him. I could smell the sweat and alcohol emanating from him. With a surge of determination, I slowly entered through his exposed back, seeping into his skin and blood, filling his muscles.

Marco’s body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as I settled into him. The sensation was intoxicating. His muscles flexed under my control, his heartbeat strong and steady. I felt the warmth of the night air on his golden skin, the slight tickle of hair on his pecs. I turned to the girl, flashing a confident smile.

“Let me get us a drink,” I said, my voice deep and smooth, just like Marco’s. I grabbed his phone from the table, subtly snapping a selfie as I headed inside. The smirk on his face in the photo was pure satisfaction. I took another, this time flashing a toothy grin. Damn, it's so hot pretending to be him.

Once inside, I had not intention of getting the actual drinks. I made my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I stared at the reflection in the mirror, Marco’s dark eyes staring back.

"Hey man, sorry for all the noise, I'm just a loud guy," I said, imitating his voice perfectly "but glad you could come by and join the party. Make yourself at home" I smirked as I made a welcome gesture with open arms to the mirror.

"Don't mind if I do" I made him laugh. This was going to be so much fun.

I began to explore his body, my hands sliding over his muscular chest, feeling the hard pecs beneath my fingers. “Mmm, this feels amazing,” I grasped his pecs, squeezing them over and over. I grasped his pecs, squeezing them over and over. They were so firm, yet so soft as well.

"Ungghhh, fuckkkkkkk, this feels so good," I made him moan loudly, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. I played with his nipples, pinching and rubbing, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

My hands roamed lower, and I couldn't resist any longer. I unbuckled his pants and started to stroke his leaking tool, moaning loudly. "Fuck yeahhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk" his groans becoming increasingly louder.

"Sorry man, I can't help be-being so fucking lo-loud" I made him moan, feeling the heat build throughout his body. "Can't help being such a loud bi-bitch" I kept going edging him on, the pleasure mounting.

"FUUUCKKK I'M CUMMMING" I shouted in his voice, until I finally exploded, a guttural cry escaping his lips.

I stood there, panting, looking at the mess I had made. Marco's chest was slick with juices, his hands and beard sticky. I brought a finger to his lips, tasting myself. "Mmmm, delicious, thank you Marco" I whispered, grinning at his sloppy reflection.

...

Marco blinked, finding himself standing over the sink in the bathroom. He looked around, confusion etched on his face as he took in the mess and at his reflection: his chest and hands covered in juices, some in his beard, and his pants around his ankles. His dick hung limp, dripping.

"What the fuck," he said, shaking his head tasting the stickiness in his mouth. What the fuck happened?

Guardian

To say I disliked going on these hunting trips with my dad and his friends would be an understatement. The truth was I absolutely hated them. What could possibly be fun about chasing innocent defenseless creatures and killing them? I at least could not see the fun in it.

The only silver lining on these hunting trips was my dad’s best friend Daniel. Though he was absolutely obnoxious, loud and arrogant, always boasting about his latest premium cigars or hook-ups with women, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly attracted to him. There was just something about that rough voice, hairy body and that rugged beard that kept me hooked. It would not be far to say that the only reason I kept coming with them was to see Daniel and perhaps hope he would somehow feel the same way towards me. That however would surely never happen as he made it very clear how incredibly homophobic he was every time he and my dad talked about “those faggots”.

Oh well, at least I got to stare at his wonderful firm butt every time we went out for a hunting session.

This year the hunting trip took place in a new forest we had never been to before. I could only guess my dad and his friends had scared away all the animals in the last forest. After setting up the camp in a secluded spot near the outskirts of the forest, we immediately began preparing the hunting equipment. I could literally feel them oozing out of anticipation for the hunt. God, I already felt bad for any animal crossing their path today.

As we trekked through the woods searching for prey, Daniel was walking in front of me, breaking every branch and stepping on every mushroom along the way. As we got deeper and deeper into the woods, the exertion began to show on everyone. My dad began panting, Daniel started to sweat and took off his shirt, while I slowly fell behind everyone. I did not mind though as I could smell Daniel’s musky odour oozing towards me. That mixed with the smoky scent of his cigar gave me such a hard-on, I could only hope no one would turn around and see it. Anyway, it was through these kinds of experiences that I realized my affinity for nature and... men.

I was suddenly interrupted by my thoughts when Daniel’s big burly hands pulled out in front of me, stopping me before signaling me to lay low. Apparently they had found their first prey. Slowly climbing towards a bush, we positioned ourselves strategically around it. Curiously, I peeked above it to see a herd of deer nibbling on grass. There had to be at least fifteen of them; bucks, does and even a few fawns. Sitting back down slowly, I suddenly heard a crunch under my foot. I had stepped on a branch. Alarmed, the herd immediately sprang into action and ran off into different directions. Almost instinctively, my dad and his friend jumped up and ran after them, leaving just me and Daniel.

“Shit! You’re goddamn worthless!” Daniel said as he stood up and kicked me to the side, before running off in a direction he had seen some does and fawns run to. Picking myself up, I rubbed my bruised rib cage for a second before running after Daniel.

Following the trail of broken branches and that strong musky smell I knew all too well, I found Daniel leaning quietly against a big oak while gripping his rifle. Upon seeing me, he frowned before signaling me to come over. As I stepped towards him, he suddenly grabbed me in a chokehold, pressing his mouth close to my ear.

“You better not ruin this for me, okay? Just be quiet and don’t fucking move. Is that clear, faggot?” he whispered spitefully in my ear before releasing me and turning back to whatever he was watching. Catching my breath, I suddenly realized what he had called me - a faggot. I’m guessing my “appreciation” of his body had not gone unnoticed. Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by the rustling of the bushes.

"Got ya!" He sneered, his eyes now focused and completely disregarding me. Shoving me aside he clenched his rifle and intently searched for the cause of the sound - like a predator just waiting to pounce onto his prey. Curiously I began crawling my way towards him, only to have him give me yet another annoyed glance before telling me to stay low with shushes and hand gestures. I think I did pretty well quietly crawling my way next to him this time without stepping on branches. I peeked over the bush to see the target of Daniel's attention; a wide open glade with a small fawn staring confusingly around itself. Probably having lost its way from the rest of the pack, it was now easy prey for Daniel and his friends.

"Look. This is how a real man does it." He whispered to me as he slowly pulled up his rifle and aimed it towards the fawn. The armpits of his shirt were now drenched with sweat, probably from anticipation and joy. After all, he would be the first one to catch a prey in this new place.

Normally I'd keep my attention towards Daniel’s flexed guns instead of watching the slaughter of an innocent life, anything to keep my mind off all the blood and gore, but when the fawn quietly grunted I just had to turn my attention towards it. It was shaking. It looked so scared and weak, its legs barely holding it up and its eyes anxiously searching for any sign of its parents. My heart broke and I realized I just couldn't let this defenseless, innocent creature lose its life to someone as horrible as Daniel. So... without even thinking it through I grabbed the closest branch I could find and chucked it towards the fawn. Alerted by it, it quickly noticed our presence before scurrying away into the bushes. Just in time too as Daniel's shot completely missed its target.

"Shit!" He screamed as he jumped out of the bush and ran after it. He shot two more times towards it before realizing it was long gone. I ran after him too, and stopped beside him as we stood in the middle of the glade - staring towards the direction where the fawn had run off.

I turned to my side to see Daniel's reaction, and as expected his rugged face showed both disappointment and frustration at the same time. Disappointed for missing his shot, and frustration most likely towards me. Realizing he had lost his only prey for the day, he turned towards me and grabbed me by my arms. His thick bulging biceps held me firmly in place.

"What did you do that for?!! I knew you were a worthless piece of shit, but this... this takes the cake!" He yelled while he shook me back and forth. "I knew I should've told your dad to never bring you along!"

"I-I-It was just a baby..." I  tried to justify myself for him, though deep down I was actually proud of what I had done.

"WHO FUCKING CARES!! It's just a walking piece of meat for us humans to consume anyway!" Daniel yelled, as he was getting even more agitated by me answering. His face grew more and more red and his grip around me became even harder and stronger.

You are a walking piece of meat I'd like to consume, I thought amusingly to myself as he stopped shaking me and stared crazily at me. His hot smoky breath blew against my face and I couldn't help but feel my bulge grow at the situation I was in; a hot and sweaty Daniel was holding me and breathing down my face. I couldn't help but smirk at my predicament.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!!!" His eyes burned with fury and madness, so much that even I began to get a little bit scared. That's also when he looked down and noticed my still growing bulge. "You get off on this don't you... you faggot." he said, no longer shouting and sounding furious. His grip also became a little bit looser. However, there was obviously hatred and some hint of madness left in his voice.

"Your dad should've done this to you a long time ago..." he said calmly. I could no longer sense any kind of emotion in his voice. Before I could even react I felt his strong rugged hands wrap around my throat and my back hit the hard yet grassy ground. I was in so much in shock that it took me a few seconds before I realized that Daniel was on top of me, his hands around my neck, and that I could no longer breathe. Knowing that there was no one within these woods that would come to my aid I was sure this is where I would die. Yet, as I was pinned down under him, on the verge of being strangled to death, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about his big bulge pressing against me. To think that I would finally be this close to the object of my desire just moments before I die.

Smiling happily, I tried to take one last breath, breathing in Daniel’s natural body odor, and seeing the madness in his face rising before I felt my consciousness slip away...

.....

It was brief though as I soon jolted awake. Finding myself still on the ground with Daniel on top of me, I looked up to see him no longer staring down at me with his crazed face. Instead he was looking straight forward with a face of wonder and fear. His grip now loose around my throat I began trying to wiggle free. Only managing to feel his bulge rub against my stomach, he effortlessly pushed me down again stopping my attempt.

Letting go of just one hand around my throat, he reached out behind him and fumbled around with the rifle on the ground. Before he had a chance to pull it up though, a gust of wind suddenly came blowing out of nowhere. For me it seemed like a small breeze, but it apparently had a different effect on Daniel as he suddenly lost his grip on me and was flung a few meters away. His huge body literally flew across the sky before he landed on his back with a loud thud, supposedly knocking him unconscious.

Free of the weight I slowly pulled myself up before cautiously turning around to see what Daniel had been staring at. Expecting a bear or something I was instead greeted by the sight of a majestic buck.

With its tall entangling crown that reached up towards the sky, its silky white fur shimmering under the sunlight and its big eyes glowing in a ghostly shade of blue. I could only stand there transfixed at the creature in front of me. It also took me a few seconds to notice the small fawn standing behind one of the buck’s hind legs, the same one that I had managed to let run off earlier. They both stood there still as statues and just stared at me, not even blinking once.

Uncertain of where I would go from here, a voice suddenly echoed among the trees, its words vibrating my very core.

“I am the Guardian Spirit of this Forest and you humans are soiling its ground with your violence and bloodlust. I will not tolerate any more of this. You shall be punished!” Those last words echoing deep and hard. “However, I saw your actions and sensed a strong and compassionate soul within you, one worthy of my blessing. For saving the young one I shall grant you one wish of your desire. Choose now before I change my mind.”

I barely had time to comprehend what had happened or what the voice had told me, but I sure knew what a wish meant. Thinking about it for a short while, I realized I couldn’t decide on anything. There’s just too much to choose from. I was just about to decline the offer when I heard some groaning behind me. Turning around I saw Daniel’s hairy sweaty body still on the ground, looking just as amazing as always, and that’s when I realized exactly what I wanted. Turning back to the majestic buck I pointed a finger towards Daniel’s still somewhat unconscious body and answered with determined look on my face:

“I want that.” Not completely sure myself what I meant with it.

“As you wish. May your life be long and compassion guide your way.” the voice echoed one last time before the gust of wind came back. This time it was so powerful I could barely stand. Bracing myself, I felt my feet give in and I lost my balance. Expecting to get flung away like Daniel, I instead felt my weak body rip itself from my very being (soul, essence, life force), and flying even further away than Daniel.

Looking down I found myself no longer in possession of a body, instead I seemed to have transformed into a glowing sphere. Floating in the air like I was some kind of wisp, I felt light and free, and no longer bound to the physical world.

Barely a second had passed before another gust of wind came, this time blowing towards Daniel’s unconscious body. Watching it all happen, I saw Daniel’s body arching its back before a similar spherical object was forcefully pulled out from his chest. Dragging it along, the wind seemed to know exactly where it was going as it directed the glowing sphere right back into my old body. With a big “oomph” it was pushed into my weak scrawny body, leaving me floating there next to Daniel’s now empty shell.

It wasn’t hard for me to puzzle everything together and I knew exactly what needed to be done. Floating towards the empty vessel, I found my floating form hovering right above his body. Looking down at the body I had admired for so long, my gaze turned towards his broad beefy chest. So big, so strong, so hairy, I knew that it would be the perfect gateway to my new life.

As my wispy form slowly began to sink down into his meaty and furry chest, I could not help but stare up at his rugged and handsome face. To think that that bearded face, strong jawline and piercing deep eyes would soon be mine made me shiver in anticipation as I pushed myself down harder. Within a few seconds I had fully entered Daniel’s body.

Slowly but surely I felt my wisp form spread out within his body, flowing down his toes, up his fingertips, and into his growing erection. I could feel his body beginning to shake vigorously as it adapted to its new owner, and if I didn’t know better I’m pretty sure it was experiencing pure pleasure and even orgasmed as my spirit made its flesh feel complete again.

Lastly, as I filled out his head I felt my non-physical form finally mould and shape itself into an exact replica of Daniel. I figured I was now a clone of Daniel in spirit form, trapped within Daniel’s physical body. Before anything else happened though... I suddenly blacked out.

---

Waking up with the sun shining in my eyes, I felt the soft moss and ground on my back, thinking I had simply fallen asleep. Stretching out a hand to shield my eyes against the sun, I was met with a big burly hand instead of my usual slim one. Staring at the hand for a while, I suddenly recalled everything that had transpired before. How I had saved a fawn from Daniel, met the Guardian Spirit of the Forest, and granted me one wish that allowed me to put my spirit within Daniel’s body.

Pushing myself up, I looked down to see my new body. Sure enough I was greeted with the same dirty hunting clothes Daniel had been wearing. Patting myself down with my new big hands, I could feel my thick biceps and bulky hairy body underneath all the clothes. It felt so euphoric being able to touch the body of my deepest desires with its own mighty hands. Soon enough, one of those hands found themselves inside my pants, fondling my new thick cock. Groping around Daniel’s beefy body, I realized I had forgotten the most important thing, the thing I could never get enough of. Lifting one of my thick arms up I turned my head towards his armpit and gave it a huff.

I was greeted with the strong and sweet musky odour that I fell in love with the first time I met him. Like a drug, I kept taking long deep breaths, savouring more and more of my new musky scent. Prying my other arm away from my now rock hard cock, I brought my big burly hand up to my nose and inhaled.

Woah! I was blown away by the even more intoxicating smell and almost ejaculating right then and there. It probably smelled a hundred times stronger, better and more pungent than his armpit. To think Daniel held such a treasure hidden underneath all his clothes!

Turning my head back and forth between my armpit and my hand, I suddenly realized that I no longer needed to go on these hunting trips anymore just to glance at Daniel or get a whiff of his scent. After all, I could do that whenever I wanted now, as it is MY reflection and MY musky odour! That very thought sent me over the edge as I massively came over and over again, completely soaking the underwear with Daniel’s semen. No, MY semen.

With cum slowly dripping down my hairy legs, I turned around wondering how Daniel was doing in my body, expecting him to wake up and freak out anytime soon. Much to my surprise though, what I saw was instead a small fawn standing in a pile of my old clothes. Its fur seemingly has the same shade of auburn as my old hair. Having laid there watching me for who knows how long, its eyes suddenly met mine and quickly turned into an expression of hatred and disgust.

I took a step towards it with my pants still sticky with residue, when I accidentally stumbled over the rifle laid on the ground. Seeing the rifle beneath my feet, the fawn’s expression suddenly turns into that of fear. Quickly pushing itself up, it clumsily scurried away into the woods, almost like it had never walked with four legs before, before it disappeared among the many bushes and trees.

Not completely sure what had happened I picked up the rifle and Daniel’s cigar box and set off towards the camp. All the way back I kept enjoying the taste of a premium smoke and the feel of my cum-soaked underwear squishing against my crotch. I could definitely get used to it.

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Back at the camp, we all turned up with nothing to show. Some of the guys even said the forest must be haunted and that they felt watched wherever they went. I knew it wasn’t exactly haunted, but I played along anyways.

My dad started to panic as he realized I was not with me (or Daniel... well, that's technically me now... whatever, you get it). He kept asking me why I hadn’t watched over his son, which I lied to and said that I told him to go back to camp before I ran after the herd.

As my dad and his friends panicked and made several calls everywhere including the cops, I simply stood there staring at them while completely unfazed at what was happening.

After all, I knew exactly where I was - safe within Daniel’s body. I took one last long inhale to drink in the musky smell oozing from my hairy and sweaty body before joining “my” friends in the chaos.

Epilogue

It’s been a few years since that fateful day that changed my life. My old clothes were found a few days later inside a bear’s den - shredded and tattered. How it got there beats me, but the authorities proclaimed me as dead and the case was never brought up again.

Although I now looked, sounded and smelled like Daniel, I had “become” a completely different man. Making improvements to my new life, everyone was greatly surprised when Daniel became a more kind, passionate and caring person. What shocked them even more though was when I came out as gay, explaining how all my homophobic actions had been a way to hide my own true feelings.

As expected, almost all of Daniel’s friends left or stopped talking to me. That included “my” own homophobic dad, which I was kind of happy for since he was the last tie to my old life.

Leaving those hunting days behind me, I began to help animals in need and even helped build a new shelter for them. It was through these actions that I met my husband, a kind and handsome scout leader in his thirties wishing to stop animal hunters from harming any further wildlife. Seeing as we both had the same goal it was only natural we fell in love and started dating. We moved around helping different shelters, got engaged a few months after that, before finally deciding to settle down by the very same forest I lost and gained a life. We built our own cottage, which we made into our home while also providing shelter for any animal in need.

Nowadays I spend my days keeping a watchful eye on the woods by making sure not a single hunter or poacher takes even one step inside this sacred forest.

Sitting there on the porch with one hand down my pants while waiting for my husband to finish his round, I raise one of my arms for a minute and let its smell mix with the cigar in my mouth. Taking a small huff of the aroma I had grown to love so much over these past years, my own body’s musky odour and the deep smell of my favourite brand of smoke, I sat back and relaxed.

My mind began to wander, and with a smile on my face I thought to myself: the small fawn I had seen run off back then must surely have found its way home, just as I had found my forever home - within Daniel’s amazing body.

The End

A remake of one of my own stories! I decided to revisit a favourite story of my own from a few years back, only to realize it never picked up as much steam as I thought. So I thought I'd try it again, with a newer model that I just recently discovered! I really think he fit the story, and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well! /Verus

Mistaken Assumption

Holy FUCK! It actually worked! Yes!

Oh my God, this is fantastic, look at my lean hairless young body. And wow, I look cute as fuck in these undies too, hmm, I’m gonna be one hell of a submissive twink - Finally!

Wait, what’s he got above his computer there… Pictures of women? And.. why are they turning me on? Fuck! His cock, well shit, it’s definitely bigger than mine was, longer at least, but maybe not as thick. Oh shit, why am I stroking it looking at these girls on the wall? No… No fucking way! This kid was straight? 

No, can’t be, let me see what’s on his computer. Whoa, holy fuck - Those are some big fucking tits… and hmm, I’d love to just bury my face in that pussy and… WHAT! No… stop. Goddammit, why am I still jacking this kid’s cock, why the fuck can’t I stop? 

Oh man… Oh fuck… FUCK! 

Damn, that felt good; blew a huge fucking load, fuck what a mess. Oh well. 

Now, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, I was thinking about how much I’d love to eat Jenna William’s pussy and bone her with my big teen fuck stick. Well, got nothing better to do on a Saturday morning, may was well run one of her porn clips and jerk off again. 

Man, being a horny teen is so fucking amazing; I’m gonna pull so much pussy at Tony’s party tonight!

===== MEANWHILE =====

Whoa, what the hell? Is that… me? Who is this dude? No way I’ve ever been this big or this jacked. Damn, so much muscle, this is totally crazy dude!

And, fuck, am I getting turned on looking at myself in the mirror now? I mean, yeah, I look damned good like this, but… No, wait, it’s not me… It’s that other dude over in the corner - Shit, he looks older than me, well the me I was before - maybe the same age as this dude, fuck if I know. 

Hmm, but the way those shorts are hugging his ass as he’s doing those squats, fuck man, I just want to bury my face in his ass and tongue fuck him all night long!

WHAT?! No, what the fuck? Why the hell am I thinking gay shit like that? I like pussy dammit, like that tight looking hottie over in the corner stretching in her yoga pants. 

What the fuck… normally I’d be sprung in no time looking at a fine piece like her… There’s that guy again, fuck he’s so fucking hot, I want him to hold me down, rub his pits in my face, and make me lick his body from head to toe, I want him to use me like the bitch I am… and… 

Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna… 

OH SHIT… I just blew a load in my pants. Wow, that was intense! Good thing these pants are thick, I hope no one saw me orgasm, that’d be embarrassing!

Shit, if only I wasn’t so shy about going up to other guys… I’d go right up to that dude and beg him to use me like a dirty cum slut. But I have an image to uphold, gotta be all badass and pretend I’m straight all the time… I hate it.

All I want is for some sexy man like that to make me submit to him and make me his bitch - man, my life would be so perfect then if I could be more openly gay…