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I slid the shiny red thong up my thighs, excited about the thought of wearing another man's clothing. I bought this piece from a website that sells guys' used clothing - mostly underwear. Thanks to my power, I could do even more with it than sniff it and get off to it. I could become the guy that wore it previously.

As I tucked my cock into the front, I focused all my energy on the piece and let the feeling wash over my whole body. Suddenly, my body began to morph before my eyes. My previous form changed dramatically before my eyes. My overweight belly disappeared and rippled across my torso as my body began to resemble a bodybuilder's. Thick pecs formed on my chest that spread across into broad shoulders and huge biceps, triceps, and then forearms.

I shot up in height as I towered over my mirror. My ass began to inflate and fill up the thong perfectly. Two perfectly meaty globes ballooned out of my old flabby one. This spread down my legs as my thighs exploded with muscle and made it's way down my legs.

My body hair all but pretty much receded into my newfound form. The last changes spread across my neck, jawline, cheeks, and forehead as my moaning voice also adopted a new, deeper timbre. A perfect beard sprouted on my lower face as my hair styled itself and changed colors before my eyes. My face reshaped, looking like a replica of the perfect model that I bought the used thong from.

"That's better. Now, who wants to have a little fun with ass?" I slap my ass and pose in the mirror, excited to use this stolen identity on the apps later this evening.

What did you do to me? What, you like saw me randomly running in the park and were like- “let me take that innocent little skinny ass runner and bulk him up with muscle and attitude- dumb him down and give a huge cock while I’m at it”? Huh, well bro, you like what you made? Cause I do. I’m not fucking complaining. All this muscle and confidence bro. Fuck, look at this body. I like feel like a fucking douchebag and I love it. So what now? You gonna let me put this cock to work. Kneel down and open up. Let me thank you right.

hey im nonbinary and i havent shaved in a few days so my beard is coming in. my friends say i look better and my boyfriend says he thinks id make a hot man. can you help me embrace being a man and give me a body to match?

No problem, bro.

Not only will I give you the body, but the attitude to match: a cocky alpha who takes zero shit from anyone.

Not like anyone's gonna give you shit when you look like this, bro!

Just ask your boyfriend.

You show him no mercy in the bedroom, bro. That is if you're patient enough to even make it to the bedroom. Which isn't often, bro. But you can't help yourself, bro. It's all that primal alpha testosterone rushing through you, bro.

When you're not wrecking your boyfriend's hole, you're at the gym: your second home. You're a fearless beast addicted to the pump and grind of his workout, bro. You go till your arms are mush and you're drenched in sweat, like any true alpha beast.

You've even dropped the nonbinary label, bro. Can't blame you. You're an unmistakably 100% masculine man now, bro!!

Neighborhood Association

Cale put down the last box and sighed. He could now officially state that he has moved. He looked around the living room and felt proud of himself, after working tirelessly for almost a week to turn this space into a home. The same couldn’t be said about his feeling towards the place his new home was located in.

He was forced to move after the rent in his last apartment was hiked by 25%. This was more than he could handle, so he decided right then and there that the would find a cheaper place to live. He went on Zillow and it didn’t take long before he found the place he was now living in. Gorgeous building, well-kept outside, spacious inside, with a stupidly low rent. He called the landlord first thing the following day. He signed the lease a week after that.

It was only then that his friends came up to him and made him realize what was the place he was about to move into. Pinewood, an outer suburb and the only Republican stronghold in the entire metro area. This was bad news for the young gay software engineer basically addicted to the queer city life. But he had already signed all the paperwork and he decided he would make this work. Each time he felt like this might not have been the best decision he reminded himself that even with the longer commute he was saving a lot of many. Yeah, maybe the town screamed “All-American conservative suburb”, but this was the price for financial stability, Cale told himself.

Cale heard a knock on the door. He walked up to the entrance and opened it. He was surprised to see no one in front of his house, not even a single person walking along the street. Then he looked down and saw a leaflet. Oh, that’s what this was about. He picked up the piece of paper and started reading as he went back inside. “The Pinewood East Neighborhood Association welcomes you in our area. We are glad you’ve decided to find your special place within our prosperous community and invite you to become an active member. Just scan the QR code and fill the form. FIND YOUR ROLE IN PINEWOOD.” Well, that’s nice, Cale thought to himself. He sat down on the couch and scanned the code on the leaflet. The form was pretty standard, for the most part. The only unusual part was the part where he was asked about hobbies. It was not an open question and Cale was forced to choose for only a couple of options. He rolled his eyes, who designed this form? He picked “morning runs and fitness”. He did try to get into he habit of running a year ago. And a year before running it was working out. So he guessed this was the option closest to the truth. He quickly finished filling up the whole form and sent it, quickly forgetting about the whole thing.

Two days later when he came back from work and walked up to his door he saw a package. He was surprised, he didn’t remember ordering anything. But as he looked closer he confirmed that the box was addressed to him. There was just one small typo, Caleb instead of Cale, but he was used to it. He picked the package up and took it inside to his living room. He then opened the box and saw a letter on top. It turned out it was a welcome package from the neighborhood association. Cale thought it was a nice gift, but didn’t care to see what was inside the package itself. The only thing he took out was the baseball cap with the association’s logo on it. When later that day he went out to run a few errands he put it on, because it was the closest to his hand as he was leaving the house. He came back late and after getting out of his clothes he went back to bed. He forgot to take the cap off.

Caleb slowly woke up. He stood up and stretched his arms. He felt a weird ache throughout his whole body, and he didn’t know why— damn, that sesh at the gym yesterday was rough. But that ache was the sign that it was working. He turned his head and watched his arm as he flexed his biceps.

He came up to his closet for something to wear. But he only saw a few faggy shirts and some tight pants. What the fuck, he thought. But then his mind was instantly covered by a weird fog and he walked into the living room and picked up a big box standing on the floor. He opened it and took out a black compression shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He quickly put them on and immediately felt better, his muscles filling up the clothes perfectly.

Right after, Caleb looked up to see a pride flag hanging from one of the walls and a feeling of disgust filled his fog-covered head. He jumped up to the wall and grabbed the piece of fabric, then threw it on the ground. Then he came back to the box and took out a ‘thin blue line’ flag. That fit him way better and he quickly put it on the wall.

He heard his phone ring. He took his phone and answered.

“Yeah?”

“Good morning, this is Cathy form the Pinewood East Neighborhood Association. Is this Cale?”

“Ugh” Caleb grunted. Stupid woman. “It’s Caleb.”

“Oh, of course, my apologies” Cathy answered, but she didn’t sound like she was really sorry. “I’m calling to ask a few questions before we accept you as a full member”

“Sure, whatever” Caleb’s interest in the phone call was dwindling fast and he started flexing once again, watching his biceps go up and down.

“What’s your profession?” Caleb’s mind, completely covered by fog, didn’t know what to say.

“Ughhhh, soft…ware… was it… wait a minute—”

“Is it security guard, Caleb?”

“What?” He did not expect the woman to be such a psychic. “Yeah, yeah, security guard, duh.”

“Great, thank you Caleb, and one more question. There’s a group that wants to organize a Pride event in out beautiful city. How would you respond to such a proposal?”

“Hell no, we don’t want no queer near our place, isn’t that right? Bunch of degenerates” Caleb barked at the phone.

“I understand Caleb, and we agree, you’re absolutely right” The woman on the other side sounded almost… proud? “I won’t hold you any further, you have a job to go to. I’m glad you are fulfilling your role within our community. See you soon.” And then Cathy ended the call. Caleb shrugged, he wasn’t sure what was the deal with all this neighborhood shit, but why should he care? He was here for the low rent and the job that allowed him to spend half the day at the gym.

As he walked from the living room to the kitchen Caleb stopped in front of the mirror and started flexing. Damn, these guns of his looked impressive. And fuck, his chest was like a damn pillow, so sick. He watched his pecs flex in the mirror, moving under his compression shirt. These muscles were ready to smash degenerates and grab any pussy he wanted. When he was ready to leave the house, driven by instinct he went back to the box and picked up a pair of sunglasses he then immediately put on. Yeah, now he was ready to go to work and fulfill the role he was assigned in Pinewood. And brah, it felt fuckin’ great.

Adam and Mr Wavell

(Written for @transformee) (Original story posted September 27th 2021) This story has been significantly Updated!

It’d started like any other normal day for Adam. He got up out of bed. Got himself some breakfast. Headed out for work. The usual routine that he’d long since gotten used to. Being an engineer certainly wasn’t the worst job in the world. In fact Adam found it rather rewarding sometimes and the pay was decent enough. If anyone were to ask, Adam would say he was satisfied with his life. And that was half true. Sure he was content with the life he had now. He couldn’t exactly complain about having a stable job that allowed him to live somewhat comfortably. Yet despite that Adam always kinda wished his lifestyle was a tad bit… different.

Each and every day when Adam opened one of his social media’s, his feed would practically be flooded with men who were smoking hot and jacked as fuck. And most of these men pretty much got paid just for looking as incredible as they do. Whether that be as a personal trainer, model, an actor or even in porn! These men got paid to look sexy as fuck and show it off. It sounded like a dream!

In all honesty It was that sort of lifestyle Adam wished he would have strived for instead. He wasn't a bad looking dude by any means. He believed he was pretty handsome, just a little out of shape was all. Mostly due to how he was never able to really push himself into working out or dieting properly. And for the longest time Adam thought he was okay with that. Deep down however, part of him always wished he’d led the same lifestyle as those fit hunks he saw online.

Being in his thirties now Adam had started to believe that perhaps a lifestyle like that just wasn’t for him. Since then he’d tried to just make peace with the fact that he was just an average looking dude working a normal job. That was until he arrived home later that evening and everything changed.

Adam unlocked the front door before stepping into his home. Letting out a long sigh of relief as he closed it behind him.

“Home at last I see.”

Adam almost jumped out his skin as he whipped around to see a man sat in a chair across the room.

“W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?” Adam bellowed at the man in a panic. His brain was already cycling at a hundred miles a minute trying to think of the best course of action. Grab a weapon? Call the police? And yet while Adam was freaking out, the gentleman sitting in his house seemed completely unfazed.

With a smirk the man stood up from his seat, allowing Adam to get a better look at him. From what Adam could tell, the man looked to be in his early forties, late thirties at the youngest. He had short brown hair along with a nicely trimmed beard to match, the latter of which had a few flecks of silver running through it. As for his body, he looked to be just about 6 feet tall, if a tiny bit less. In terms of his build, the man seemed relatively lean with very little fat or muscle. As for his clothes, he wore a navy blue suit jacket over a white button up shirt along with a navy dotted tie. These were contrasted by a pair of tan khaki pants which were held firmly in place by a brown belt. Lastly his feet were clad in a fairly large pair of dark brown dress shoes along with a pair of black dress socks. An ordinary business casual look but this man seemed to be anything but ordinary.

(Original Version of Mr Wavell here)

“You don’t need to be afraid Adam. I’m here to help you.” The mysterious man claimed in a way that probably sounded more ominous than intended. Despite it he began to step towards Adam.

“N-no… how do you know my name? I don’t know you!” Adam panicked as he moved backwards to keep his distance until his back was against the front door. He was about to reach for the handle and run outside until suddenly… he felt calm? Safe even? It was as if all of his natural danger sense had turned themselves off in favor of wanting to trust the stranger before him.

“No you don’t know me. But I know you Adam. I’ve been watching you for a little while now. Looking into your mind. Reading your desires.” The suited stranger’s voice was oddly soothing, so much so that Adam hardly even noticed his eyes glowing deep purple for a moment. “You may refer to as Mr Wavell” He revealed, the very name sending shivers up Adam’s spine for reasons unknown. “And for what I’m doing here? Well… I’m just looking for entertainment I suppose.” Wavell shrugged nonchalantly.

He went on to explain that he had… abilities. Abilities that allowed him to do things thought to be impossible. Despite the inexplicable wave of calm and trust that’d washed him moments ago, Adam couldn’t bring his rational mind to believe the man. Afterall he was talking about having magical powers like some kind of wizard! But before Adam had a chance to protest, he found himself frozen in both wonder and fear as Mr Wavell began to float off the ground.

“I must reiterate that I’m here to help, not hurt you.” Wavell said, noting the bewildered look on Adam’s face. “I can give you any life that you desire. Allow you to become whoever you choose. What do you say?” He boldly claimed, floating down until he stood directly beside Adam, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Adam was still frozen stiff. Was he dreaming? Was this actually real??

“Oh come on. You know this is a privilege right? It’s not everyday that I actually reveal my physical self to the people I help.” Wavell said, leaning forwards with a small smirk. That of course only left more questions in Adam’s mind.

The mysterious man went on to explain in further detail what exactly he could do for Adam. He could alter reality to change Adam’s past choices in order to create a new and better present. He could transform Adam’s body right here on the spot into anything Adam desired. Muscle growth, increase of height, bigger dick? All things that Adam’s rational mind wouldn’t have believed to be possible had it not been for the obvious display of real magic he’d just witnessed. However there was one option that caught Adam’s ear. Stealing the life and body of someone else. As confused and scared as Adam was right now, he couldn’t help but be curious and even slightly aroused at the mere idea of it.

“O-okay…” Adam mumbled meekly. “I want your help…”

Wavell clapped his hands together with a large grin. “Perfect! Now there are many different ways I can do this.” He began, sounding almost a little too enthusiastic about it all. “I can switch your soul with another person. Your soul in their body and theirs in your body. I could transform you and this other person into one another. You transform into him and vice versa. You get it.” Wavell laid out the options as if he were about to have Adam choose one. “However I’ve already picked out another more interesting method for you. So all I want you to do is pick someone.”

Adam thought for a moment. If this was real then this could be one of the biggest decisions of his life. But surely there was some kind of monkey‘s paw right? “What’s the catch?” He asked, finally putting on a brave face.

The magical imbued stranger raised an eyebrow to Adam. “There isn’t one. You don’t owe me a thing. Honestly!” Wavell stepped back and put his hands up. “I’m doing this because I love it. It’s what I do. Hopefully once it’s all over you’ll enjoy it just as much as I.” Wavell lowered his hands before placing them on his hips. “Now. Is there anybody you have in mind who perhaps you’d like to become?”

Adam thought for a moment. He wasn't sure. This was just so surreal it made it hard to think. Like a fog clouding his thoughts. “I don’t… know?”

“Don’t worry. I get you’re probably still trying to wrap your mind around all this so I’ll do you a favor.” Wavell gently placed a hand on Adam's head and closed his eyes. Immediately Adam felt strange. As if he could feel this man’s fingers shuffling through his mind. Feeling out his wants and desires until Wavell got a decent idea of the kind of body to put Adam in. He took his hand away from Adam’s head. “I think I know just the guy but he’s not exactly close. He lives up in Virginia while you’re here in Georgia. How would you feel about a little change of scenery?”

“What do yo—“ before Adam could finish, the world around him spun and shifted.

———

Chris found himself standing alone in the locker room at his local gym. It was just about closing time now and he was the last guy remaining other than staff. He wiped away the sweat that’d been dripping down his face with a towel as he grabbed his stuff out of the locker. It’d been another tough workout for him today but it was always worth it to feel that pump and admire the physique he’d been able to build thanks to all his hard work. Unbeknownst to him however, a certain two individuals watched on behind a veil of magic that cloaked them both from sight..

Moments prior, Adam and Wavell arrived at the gym via the latter’s unique abilities. In a gust of purple smoke, Adam went from standing by his front door to now finding himself standing inside a gym locker room that didn’t seem at all familiar.

“H-H-Hoolyyy… FUCK! What just HAPPENED!?” Adam shouted hysterically.

“Basic teleport.” Wavell replied swiftly and bluntly as if that should’ve been common knowledge. “Don’t worry about that. Look.” Wavell nodded towards the entrance to the locker room, prompting Adam to look as well.

Mere seconds after, a sweaty muscular man wearing a tight tank top and shorts entered. He was in phenomenal shape. Far better than Adam was. Not only did he look sculpted with thick muscle from head to toe, but this hunk even had one of the most handsome faces to go along with it. Yet despite all the starring Adam and Wavell were doing, the jock seemed to pay no mind to either of them. Not even a glance. Like he didn’t even know they existed!

“I’ve made us invisible to him. He can neither see nor hear us.” Mr Wavell confirms to Adam. Right on cue this man they now seem to be spying on walked directly past them both without a clue. As he does Adam gets a good whiff of the stud's powerful post workout scent, turning the semi he got just from looking at the man into a full hard on. The pair continued to watch as the man opened up his locker and pulled out a towel to wipe himself down with.

“His name is Chris. He’s twenty eight years old and has been working out most of his life. Hence the gorgeous physique. And to top it off he’s quite the looker. Needless to say his body and looks have awarded him a lot. Modeling opportunities. A large following on social media. An army of men and women alike drooling over him and eager to throw money at him. He’s one lucky bastard.” The warlock explained, seeming to possess a bottomless well of knowledge. “I’d ask how you feel about him but I think I already know the answer.” Wavell sniggered as he glanced down at the bulge in Adams pants.

Adam’s face turned a bright shade of red as he tried to hide his growing arousal with little success. He couldn’t help it as his eyes traced over the glistening sweaty physique of the hunky god before him. Watching intently as the man removed his tank top to reveal the muscle that’d been hidden underneath.

“So… are you gonna turn me into… him?” Adam gulped, trying his best not to drool at the mere thought of it as he watched the man peel off the tank top. His cock getting even more excited at the reveal of Chris’ muscled upper body.

Wavell simply nodded.

“Does that mean you’re gonna turn him into me?” Adam wondered.

Wavell crossed his arms and hummed. “Not exactly. Normally I would but I’ve got something different in mind today.” Wavell confessed as the blank look on his face slowly turned to a sadistic looking grin that left Adam feeling a bit nervous for Chris’ fate. But the magical being was quick to notice this, his look softening again to one of reassurance. “And before you ask, no I’m not going to kill him or anything like that. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

Hearing that set Adam’s mind at ease. That said he was however rather curious to see what Wavell was planning. What exactly was he gonna do to this Chris guy?

It was then that Wavell’s eyes glowed that bright purple once more. At first Adam didn’t realise what Wavell had done until…

“Hey… Where the hell did you guys come from?” Chris asked as he turned to see two men staring at him from across the locker room. It was like they’d just appeared out of thin air.

Wavell stepped forward, straightening his tie as he did “Oh I just know you’re gonna enjoy this body Adam.” He declared, running his gaze up and down Chris’ body. Lingering on those enormous thighs and juicy pecs.

At this point Chris was getting super creeped out and understandably so. “What the fuck are talking about dude!? Are you trying to hit on me or something?” He questioned, quickly getting annoyed at how this dude was eyeing him up like a piece of meat.

It was then in the blink of an eye that Wavell stood inches away from Chris. It seeing a real life glitch as Wavell instantly moved from halfway across the room to his face being less than a ruler's length away from Chris. He barely had time to think let alone act before Wavell grabbed one of his boulder-like shoulders. Suddenly Chris was completely immobilised thanks to Wavell’s magic. And with that the aforementioned wizard slipped his other hand down in Chris’ gym shorts before cupping his crotch. Loving how Chris’ cock and balls pressed tightly against the pair of white compression shorts he wore underneath.

“Don’t worry big guy. I promise you won’t even feel a thing.” An ominously reassuring smile spread across Wavell’s face as his eyes glowed once more. It was then that a bright flash of light enveloped both him and Chris, forcing Adam to cover his eyes. It only lasted a couple of seconds but when the light dissipated, Chris was nowhere to be seen. The only things left of the hunk were his clothes as the gym shorts he’d been wearing fell to the floor atop of the now empty pair of socks and trainers. Meanwhile those white compression shorts Chris had been wearing were still in Wavell’s hand, the warlock holding them gently now as he inspected them for whatever reason.

Chris had no idea what just happened. That weird middle aged looking dude just grabbed him and now all of a sudden he felt so light and… hollow? The first thing he saw was the smirking face of that dude again only now it was from a lower angle, as if he were being held by the man and looked down upon. Yet as bizarre as that was, he couldn’t ignore the strong smell that seemed identical to his own crotch. Only now it surrounded him completely. Somehow Chris was able to shift his gaze in order to look down at himself and what he saw was unreal. Not just unreal, it was impossible and terrifying! No longer did he see the thick muscular body he was used to seeing. In fact he didn’t see a human body at all! He’d been turned into the very same pair of white compression shorts he’d been wearing! He could even feel the creepy dude’s hand against the fabric of the compression shorts as if it were his own skin! He wanted the scream in horror but nothing came out thanks to his lack of a face. It was only thanks to magic that he could still see and hear.

“This’ll do just fine.” Wavell said before turning to Adam who was still looking on in confusion. “I’ve trapped him inside these shorts he was wearing. I’ve made it so he can still see, hear, feel, taste and smell with his spiritual senses in there but besides that he’s completely helpless.” Wavell explained with a tad too much enjoyment. “Now all you’ve got to do is put him on and everything he had will become yours.”

Wavell instructed Adam to strip down. The latter hesitated for a moment but did but nervously did as he was asked. Afterwards not being able to help feeling a little embarrassed with how exposed he felt but Wavell didn’t seem to mind. The warlock handed the enchanted compression shorts over to Adam with a mischievous smile, clearly excited to see what was to come.

Chris was unsurprisingly freaking the fuck out as Adam took the shorts. Between what’s happened to him and hearing what Wavell had just said, he was having a complete meltdown. He didn’t want this Adam guy to take over his life!? Unfortunately his cries fell on deaf ears. He was powerless to stop it. Unable to do a single thing as Adam gently slipped his legs into the compression shorts one at a time before pulling them up. Chris protested all he could but it made no difference as Adam pulled Chris’ hollow fabric body over his ass and crotch.

As insane as this whole situation was, Adam couldn’t help shivering with delight. Knowing he was not only wearing compression shorts that belonged to such a hunk but also that same hunk was trapped inside them! He knew it was wrong and twisted of him to get satisfaction out of this but he couldn’t help it! Even though the shorts were a bit ill fitting on him, just having that jock’s musk surrounding his own crotch was turning him on like hell!

“So, how long will it ta-aaaakeeeuuuuaahhhhhhh” Adam’s question quickly devolved into a long groan thanks to an unfamiliar sensation that began racing through his body! Flooding every vein in his body with levels of magical energy his brain found difficult to comprehend. And then it began.

Before anything else the energy began to focus on Adam’s glutes. His groans became even louder as his ass cheeks started to tone and expand with muscle until it had ballooned into a thick muscle ass that filled out the backside of his new compression shorts perfectly. The feeling of which had Adam’s already hard cock leaking pre-cum that stained the front of said shorts. And yet despite it being at full mast, Adam could feel his cock somehow growing longer and fatter too! His bulge grew even more obvious by the second while his balls swelled larger as well to accommodate. His nuts now churned with the very same cum Chris once had.

Through all his groaning Adam was able to look down at his crotch and over his shoulder to see that he now had Chris’ cock and ass! And as his hips resized, the haunted compression shorts now fit him like a glove. Meanwhile Chris himself was soaring through a flurry of emotions as he begged to wake up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in. He could feel himself being stretched out across his out muscle butt while the taste of cum soaked into his fabric. Unfortunately for him, this was very very real.

From there the transformation continued to spread outwards and it progressed both up and down Adam’s body. His quads and hamstrings found themselves bulking up significantly, causing a soft grunt to escape Adam’s lips as he grew a set of meaty thunderous thighs. Simultaneously his eyes widened with disbelief as the fat on his belly started to melt away before his eyes, replacing itself with pure muscle mass in the form of strong thick abs. The kind Adam could’ve only dreamed of having. Every part of him wanted to stop and admire his new bulky thighs and abs but the transformation was far too impatient to give him the time.

Next up were his calves. He could feel them pulsing as they swelled with power to match his thighs. But they weren’t the real show. How could they be when Adam was far too absorbed into watching his flabby chest transform into a huge pair of pecs! It was something he’d always dreamed of. Being able to look down and see a hulking pair of muscle tits. And now it's finally becoming a reality! Adam’s eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and lust as he watched his chest begin to protrude outwards. His engorged cock growing more excited than ever as his pecs inflated into two gorgeous watermelons. He already wanted nothing more than to grope them and if he hadn’t felt the transformation beginning to surge through his arms, he would’ve.

But before his arms could have their glory, his shoulders exploded with mass first. Growing in an almost cartoony fashion as they transformed into cannonballs while his traps made sure to follow suit. With that, Adam’s biceps couldn’t wait any longer. He flexed them with a long moan as ballooned under the pressure, swelling to massive proportions with unthinkable strength. Soon after his forearms followed the same example as veins began popping like crazy across his bulging arms.

What came next however felt distinctly different from everything else. His hands and feet. They were a totally different experience but still painless nonetheless. His feet were the first to change. Increasing size after size at a rapid rate that certainly would’ve made his shoes feel tighter had he not taken them off. His hands weren’t far behind though as they too grew slightly. The more noticeable change however was how much rougher and calloused they became.

At last Adam’s body seemed complete but there was one last thing to change. As soon as the transformation had spread up his neck, causing it to thicken and his voice to deepen, his head was all that was left.

Adam gritted his teeth and scrunched his face as his features began to twist and alter themselves. Immediately he started to look younger than before as he regressed from his mid thirties back to his late twenties. His face quickly brgan taking on a much more jockish look as he started to look less and less like himself and more like Chris. To top it off his hair morphed into Chris’ messy brown style while his eyes shifted more towards Chris’ soft yet still masculine ones. Finishing things off by having Chris’ short brown beard sprout across Adam’s now much sharper jawline.

At last the intense sensation subsided. Adam was finally able to catch his breath as sweat dripped down his transformed physique. He looked down at himself in disbelief. It didn’t seem real but… he now owned the body of a total fucking hunk! He simply couldn’t help himself as he flexed his new massive guns, taking turns feeling them with each hand. Feeling the power flowing through his biceps as he flexed them was something else entirely. And of course he couldn’t ignore the huge new muscle titties that sat on his chest now. He was groping and flexing them too in no time. It’d be a crime not to worship them. With the excitement of it all, Adam also couldn’t help but dig his nose into his new sweaty pits to get a good whiff of that post workout scent he’d adopted from Chris.

“See. I always know what’s best for my clients.” Wavell sniggered. Adam was so enthralled by his new body that he’d almost forgotten Wavell was there.

“Clients?” Adam questioned, a little shocked by the sound of his new voice.

“Well… ‘clients’ sounds better than ‘subjects’.” The warlock admitted cheekily. “Now! I’m sure you’ve already got questions and I’m pretty certain I know the first one. Are you gonna turn back to normal if you take those compression shorts off? Well allow me to reassure you in saying no.” Wavell confirmed what Adam was bound to ask. “When I trapped Chris inside those shorts, I also sealed his physical essence inside them. Now that you’ve worn them however, that physical essence is inside you. Permanently. So you’ll never have to worry about losing your new body. By all means it belongs to you now. Besides… I’m sure you want to get a better look at what’s underneath.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows while glancing down at the obscene bulge in Adam’s shorts.

Adam turned and strutted over to one of the many locker room mirrors, cock bouncing awkwardly as he did. Immediately upon seeing his reflection Adam was awestruck. He was in love. With himself!! He just couldn’t help admiring his muscles some more before eventually grabbing the waistband and pulling down his haunted shorts. The real Chris screams in protest as he finds himself dropping to this imposter's ankles.

“Oh… Fuuuuuuuccck…” Adam muttered as his new cock flopped out before him in all its glory. His hand practically gravitated towards it before wrapping around the girthy shaft. God it was massive. He was almost afraid to start pumping it since after all that transforming, it felt like it was ready to blow at any second! The sensitivity on it was just through the roof! But Adam couldn’t help himself and ended up giving it a few tugs. In turn he found himself letting out a deep manly groan before, allowing the monster to buck involuntarily for a moment.

Before he ended up busting a nut, Adam’s decided he wanted to get a better look at his new glutes first as he turned his backside to the mirror. He just loved how big and bubbly his cheeks looked. When he flexed them they were as hard as steel but relaxed they felt squishy and jiggly. Part of him wished he could stuff his face into his own ass with how good it looked. That’s when another thought sprung to mind. Adam gently reached back towards his ass, squeezing it a little before slipping a finger between his cheeks as a way to test something. And it was just as he thought. The moment his finger came anywhere near his new asshole it immediately tightened on instinct. The reflex was so strong that it pretty much confirmed Chris used to be straight. Well not anymore. This ass was far too hot to go to waste.

As much as he wanted to tease his virgin ass a little more, Adam just couldn’t ignore his cock any longer. It was pulsing and begging for release at this point. He needed to grab it! He needed to jerk it! He needed to bust a fuckin nut bro! As Chris would say anyway. But before he could begin pumping, Wavell chirped up yet again.

“How about you let me take care of that for you. Just think of it as your way of thanking me.” Wavell licked his lips as sauntered over towards Adam before kneeling in front of that massive cock. Wavell opened his mouth before wrapping his lips around Adam’s meaty dick and began sucking like a pro.

“Oouh-ooooh… ooauhh… Oohhhhuuu!” Adam was completely taken aback as he was forced to let out disjointed moans once again. All the while his new voice echoed through the locker rooms. Just the view of being able to look down and now only see such a hot jock body as his own but also seeing this hot older man sucking him off was beyond sexy. Wavell swiftly bobbed his head up and down on the cock, somehow taking Adam’s entire length without even the slightest gag. Whoever the hell this Mr Wavell guy was, he certainly knew how to work those bearded lips of his around a huge cock. That’s for fucking for sure.

“Fuuuuuck!! I’m gonna… OOOAAUUHHH!!“ Adam Could feel it already. A tsunami of cum getting ready to spew from his dick. Before he’d even laughed Wavell was already grabbing onto Adam’s ass to make sure he didn’t try and pull away. But of course Adam had no plans on doing as his dick finally let loose torrents of hot cum that down Wavell’s throat. The older man gulped it all down greedily, sucking every last drop of cum out of Adam’s cock before finally pulling off it, a bit of cum dribbling down his beard.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” Wavell leaned back with a look of pure satisfaction crossing his face. “Now that was refreshing. I can confirm that your new cum tastes absolutely delicious.” Wavell confessed as he got back up onto his feet. He dusted himself off a little before readjusting his suit and tie. “Well it seems my work here is done. Chris’ memories should start to kick in for you in about 10 minutes from now. You’ll then know everything you need to know about his life. Where your new home is, how he earns money, what kinds of friends he keeps. And whatever else you need to play out his life as if it were your own.” Wavell looked down at the tight compression shorts Adam had begun pulling back up. “And the real Chris gets to watch everything from between your legs… or from the laundry basket.” He chuckled.

With that Wavell began to levitate off the ground once again. “I’m off to have some more fun. Enjoy that hunky new body of yours Adam. Or should I call you Chris? That is your new name now after all.” Mr Wavell grinned knowing just how much the real Chris was begging to be set free. “Keep your eyes open though. I might come back and visit you again some day just to check in.” And just like that the magical man seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving Adam alone.

Finally alone at last, Adam looked down at the compression shorts that now cling tightly to his hulking body. “Enjoying yourself down there? Being pressed against your own dick and balls?” Adam teased somewhat cruelly, enjoying this a little more than he probably should be right now. Going as far as to reach down and grope his crotch to really rub the scent in.

This whole time Chris had been screaming and protesting as this body snatcher groped his body and even more so when he’d got his dick sucked by another dude! But now as the scent of his former cock and balls mixed with cum and sweat started to mess with Chris’ fragile mind, he was starting to give in at last. His thoughts grew foggier while his fabric body continued to absorb the powerful smell. He looked up only to see his own handsome face smirking down at him. No. It wasn’t his face anymore. There was no going back. Now he was nothing more than a pair of compression shorts for his master to wear.

Meanwhile Adam decided to open the bag that’d been in Chris’s locker only to pull out a pair of clean grey t-shirt and a cap. Without hesitation he slipped both of them on, loving how the large shirt hugged his muscular frame in all the right places. After which he grabbed and pulled on the black gym shorts Chris had been wearing earlier before tugging on Chris’ gym socks and trainers. All of it fitting him like a glove. At last turning to the trusty mirror once again, he couldn’t help but whistle at how fucking sexy he looked! So much so that he started turning to inspect his body for all different angles. God he just couldn’t get enough of those bulky legs. As much as he adored his arms and pecs, he was starting to think his legs may actually be his best asset afterall.

He couldn’t help grabbing Chris’ phone and taking a few quick photos of himself to savour the moment. Pictures he’d surely look back on in the future to remember the day when he stole this body. And to jerk off too of course. Maybe he’d even post them to one of his new socials later.

Now all he had to do was wait for these memories to kick in. That Mr Wavell dude said they were gonna come any second and when they did Adam was truly going to become Chris inside and out. And once he’d settled into his new life he was gonna see if he could find some dudes eager to fuck his muscle ass get railed by his enormous new cock. With a body like this he was bound to have stamina for hours.

Then it hit him. All at once. Adam let out a thunderous roar as his mind flooded with memories from Chris’ life. Most of them being delegated to the back of his consciousness to pull on when needed while others came straight to the forefront. Immediately he knew everything there was to know about Chris. He even felt some of Chris’ personality traits starting to take root. That cocky gym bro attitude was starting to settle in comfortably. He might’ve still remembered everything from when he was Adam, but that wasn’t who he was anymore. That was a mere shell that the real him had finally emerged from.

Chris strode confidently out of the Gym and towards his car. He just couldn’t wait to get home so he could strip down and take as many nudes as possible of himself. His new life was about to be absolutely incredible.

Body Suit Shopping

Just reposting to Tumblr. Read the original story here.

"Are you sure you want this bodysuit?" I asked Asher, my son, raising an eyebrow as I looked him over. He was standing in front of the mirror, examining himself in a bodysuit that looked decades older than I was. I couldn’t help but be surprised—at his age, I would have picked something younger, stronger, more muscular. But he seemed perfectly content with his choice, a body well past its prime.

"This one’s perfect," Asher said, his voice steady as he admired his reflection. He ran his hands over the smooth, bald head, his face lighting up with a satisfied grin. The sight of him in this older form, with a weathered face and sturdy build, was so at odds with the fit, youthful appearance he could have chosen. But there he was, running his hands down the length of his new beard, clearly loving every moment of it.

"Alright, if that’s what you want," I finally said, still a bit perplexed but willing to support him. Turning to the shopkeeper, I asked, "How much for the suit?"

The man behind the counter eyed Asher’s new form for a second, then shifted his gaze back to me with a smile. "Tell you what, I've been trying to get rid of that suit for a while now. If you buy a suit for yourself, I’ll throw his in for free."

I hesitated for a moment. The idea of having a bodysuit of my own, a chance to experience a younger, fitter body, was tempting. I scanned the options in the store, and one suit immediately caught my attention. Without wasting time, I grabbed it and rushed into the fitting room, eager to try it on.

As I slid into the suit and adjusted it, I could feel the transformation. Looking in the mirror, I was taken aback by the man staring back at me—a much smoother, hairless chest, bigger pecs, and a sharp, square jawline. I flexed my arm and marveled at the thick bicep that bulged under my skin. It was like being handed a whole new identity, a body built for admiration.

Feeling the strength and tightness of this new physique, I couldn’t help but let my hands roam lower. My fingers brushed across my flat, sculpted stomach and further down until I reached the uncut cock hanging between my legs. The sensation was overwhelming. I had never experienced anything quite like it—so raw, so different.

I stood there in front of the mirror, stroking myself slowly at first, marveling at the size and weight of my cock. My breathing grew heavier as the pleasure built, my hand working faster. My reflection, a strong, virile man, stared back at me, and I was getting close—so close—when the door to the fitting room suddenly creaked open.

Asher stood there, still in his older bodysuit, a grin plastered across his face. "Looks like I’m going to be the Dad now when we’re in these," he said with a chuckle.

I froze, heart racing, my hand still on my cock as I tried to compose myself. The pleasure quickly faded, replaced by a surge of embarrassment. Clearing my throat, I let go and gave a weak smile, pretending nothing had happened.

I turned back to the mirror, flexing again as if to distract from the moment. "You know," I said, a smirk creeping back onto my face, "we could always stay in these full-time."

Asher's eyes widened, his whole body practically vibrating with excitement. "Really?!"

"Sure thing... Dad," I replied, the tension breaking with a grin of my own.

A Body Stealer Tale: Hijacked Call

My boyfriend and I were strolling through a quiet part of the city when we spotted this hot guy a few steps ahead of us. Tall, dark-haired, clearly fit—the type that turns heads. He was chatting on his phone, his deep voice echoed in the silent and empty street.

I noticed my boyfriend started to glance around, sizing up the surroundings. The street was deserted, as usual for this part of town. He turned to me with that mischievous grin I knew too well—the one that meant he was up to something. Before I could ask what he was planning, he ran toward the guy in front of us.

The man was still engrossed in his call, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate rumble. "I miss you too, babe. Tell my sweet girls Daddy will bring them a surprise when I get home... Yes, I know-AAARRGHH!"

His words cut off abruptly with a strangled groan. The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the sidewalk. My boyfriend was already halfway into him, his form dissolving like smoke, merging with the man's body. Watching him use his power was always a sight that sent a chill down my spine, like watching reality bend for just a moment.

In seconds, my boyfriend disappeared completely, and his clothes fell to the ground on top of his empty shoes.

The man staggered, his eyes going wide, pupils dilating as my boyfriend took control. His hands flexed, then relaxed, as if getting used to this new skin. A few deep breaths later, the confusion cleared from his face, replaced by a smirk I knew all too well. It was my boyfriend now looking back at me, wearing the man's flesh like a new suit.

"Daddy, huh?" he said in the man's deep voice, testing it out, letting the word roll off his tongue with a new meaning entirely. "I think I can work with that." He picked up his phone off the ground and put it back on his ear, he then pulled down his pants, showing me the bulge in his black underwear.

He winked at me as he started talking again on the phone, only this time, his voice was no longer sweet and caring.

"Shut up, you dumb bitch! I'm so fucking tired of your voice... yeah, you heard that right! I don't want anything to do with you anymore, it's over for us! you hear me? Over!... Oh I'm perfectly fine! I've never been better!"

I walked towards him with a smirk and caressed his bulge, this man surely already had a present inside his underwear, I thought. I looked around—the area was clear—so I kneeled in front of him, pulled down his underwear, and took his cock into my mouth as my boyfriend dealt with this man's wife.

"You can stay with those little brats, I don't fucking care. I meet someone much better than you. He knows how to suck my cock like no other... Yeah, that's right, It's a HE, and in fact, he's giving me a blowjob right—" He stopped talking to look at his phone, then he looked down at me with a grin. "She hung up," he said, bursting out laughing.

He roughly grabbed both sides of my head and started facefucking me, just the way my boyfriend knows I like it. He moaned out loud, without worrying if anyone could hear him.

While I was deep-throating his new big delicious cock, we noticed an old man walking past us, he looked at us with disgust on his face, and we saw him grabbing his phone before turning around the corner.

My boyfriend pushed me away and pulled his pants up.

"C'mon, let's get to somewhere more private. I would hate to have to use my gift to take over a cop, this body is too good to be wasted," He said, buckling up his belt.

A downside of my boyfriend's powers was that once he stepped out of the body he was in, he couldn't go back to it because as soon as he was out, the body would deflate to an empty, hollow bodysuit.

Sure, it was fun to wear them later, but it was not the same thing as my boyfriend possessing their memories, controlling their tongue, having their cells...

I stood up and we shared a quick kiss; he tasted of coffee and mint. I followed him to an expensive car parked nearby, he opened the door for me to get in, like a true gentleman.

But once we were inside, he wasn't so gentle; he pulled down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. "Go on, suck on this bad boy as I drive us to his hotel."

Just Borrowing You

You ever wonder about the aftermath of some fuckin' body hopper shoving their whole ass selves inside your body? Ever wonder what happens to a guy that's worn as a suit for three years by a 6'4, 240 lb muscle daddy? Walking around as you, looking like you just roided up in the span of a week? Acting like some top dom "alpha male," fuckin' every twink that comes in sight? Yeah, hi: that's me.

Three years ago to the day, I was on the trolly, minding my own fucking business... and I saw him. He sat in the back of the car, obscured by shelves of transit brochures, but I did see his huge combat boots stuck out in the middle of the aisle, his tight black jeans hugged gigantic calves and quads, but the rest of him completely unknown. To this day I have no fucking clue. All I know is that voice: low... gruff... demanding... cold. I'm 5'2, proudly a twink, and that particular day I was literally on my way to get railed by some sexy jock from Grindr. I can remember sitting there, ignoring his existence entirely, then we approached the West Tunnel. The trolley slowed down before entering the tunnel, and as the blackness of the cavernous void swallowed the train whole... I heard the heavy footfalls of his massive boots approaching.

It all happened so quickly, the guy was clearly a professional. He'd done this a million times before, and I was merely one in a sea of thousands. His calloused hands gripped tight around my wrists, hoisting me to my feet, bracing me against the trolley windows. His breath was warm and stank of cigars, and his voice low and commanding.

"Get ready to become a man, boy." A hand clamped around my mouth before I felt it first in my calves. It started as pressure, like a charley horse in your muscle that doesn't exactly hurt- it's just... tight. It didn't stay that way though. I felt every single fiber of my skin stretch wider and wider, hearing the rubbery creaks and groan of my legs and feet. My arms and hands spasmed as they grew thicker, my chest felt like a balloon just inflating and inflating and inflating... Though none of it was as surreal as feeling my dick warp and grow, my balls swell and drop, the entire region feeling full and tight and stretch. By the time I felt the tension press against the back of my head, the trolley was approaching the end of the tunnel. I gargled as my tongue swelled thick and long, my lips curly into a dirty grin. As the blackness subsided, and the daylight of the station finally swarmed into the train, I was no longer in control- just a passenger in my own fuckin' body. He grinned with my own face, looking down at my skin stretched over his gigantic fuckin' muscles, wearing his sweaty, tobacco stinking clothes. He stepped off the trolley, stretching and cracking his joints, and for the next three fucking years of my life I was muscle daddy dom.

I'd be lying if I didn't get some kick out of it. I lived my whole life as a twig-skinny little twink, always having to look up to make eye contact, always having to bottom for some boring fuckin' top... It was wild suddently being over six feet, suddenly having big fuckin' muscles, but I was just along for the ride. Using my cock to rail six twinks in one hour, wearing my face to degrade and command them. It almost felt after being little more than a costume for so long, that his life really was gonna be my life. By year two I'd gotten accustomed to it, I'd started to like the feeling of him face fuckin' his subs or the power he exuded as he forced my swollen sweaty size 15 feet onto their faces, his own foot stench wafting out from beneath my soles and his sweat pouring from my pores. I'd grown to love the feeling of dominance, of control. By year three, I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. At that point, he was who I was: alpha, masculine, dominant, confident. The little twink that he invaded that day was gone, and all that was left was us.

Then one day, poof. He saw some other little otter that caught his fancy, and he pulled out of me like a bat outta hell. Droppin' my empty skin in the bushes like trash before slippin' into the guy even quicker than he did with me. He strutted over to my husk, adjusting his face as he did, before leaning down and leaving me with just one sentence as an end to three years of his rule:

"You were a damn good time, boy." I was back to my normal twiggy self, put back just as I was on that fateful day all those years ago. But I was no longer that kid, I was a fuckin' dom. Boys worshipped my feet at my command, sucked my cock when I said, opened their holes to my breeding. And now it was all gone. My life both before and during him was dust in the fucking wind.

I couldn't go back, my friends and family long being told to fuck themselves had left me nowhere to go. I stayed at a hostel for a couple of weeks, and after a couple of guys trying to fuck me like a little toy, I'd had enough. I was gonna be a fuckin' stud again. I was gonna make 'em beg for my seed; stuff 'em so good those boys would be pregnant with my slime. So, I hatched a plan.

It was really fuckin' wasy actually. I was living in a hostel- tons of young people coming in and out, here for a couple of days and then back to wherever they came from. Perfect for finding a guy who fit the profile: sexy, cocky, and ready to rail. It took weeks of taking it up the ass to find the perfect guy: what better way to know how they'll fuck than to be fucked? Will was fine, thick dick but he cried after cumming. Darrius was hot as fuck, built like a fuckin' stallion, but he was a port worker back in Houston and I didn't wanna live some boring fuckin' 9-5 every day. Quinton was ugly as hell, but had a rockin' bod and a nice round ass. Yet, none of them hit the spot in the way that I needed. No one had the power, the assertion, the authority... and I was starting to lose hope. That was, until I finally came across Vaughn.

He was in the city for a boys weekend, hitting the streets with his dumb ass entourage of college dropout surf junkies. An Aussie, by the thick Queenslander accent that bellowed out of his throat. The day he checked in, seeing him standing there with those hot dumbasses just smackin' ass and bragging about gettin' laid all day and night, I knew he was the one. That thick blonde hair, those tight, sculpted arms bulging out of his stringer tank... the big fuckin' AF1's lookin' worn as hell and beggin' to be huffed by some willing slave. Yeah, he'd be another tight squeeze, but damn, I wanted to be him.

I watched him around the hostel that entire day, never taking a single solitary second away from my surveillance. In the span of four hours, I knew just about all I needed to know- having it all scribbled down in my notebook:

Name: Vaughan David Carter Age: 24 Home: Brisbane, Queensland Occupation: Influencer/Brand Ambassador Orientation: Unknown? Friends: Donnie, Alan, Tayn, and Reggie Height: 6'2 Foot: Size 14 Hobbies: Surfing, Gym, Fucking Education: Uni Dropout Odor: Strong Personality: Loud, Cocky, Boisterous, Horny, Dominant I studied him like an animal in a cage, and planned precisely how I was gonna approach this. He'd only talked about fuckin' girls, which fine or whatever, all I wanted to know was if he would be the kind to stick his fist up a leather daddy's ass. So, I waited for nightfall, when the likelihood of him bringing some booty call back to the hostel was at it's highest. I was in luck.

1 AM rolls around, and the group struts into the lobby, three of the five guys having their arms wrapped around gorgeous women. One of which just so happened to be Vaughn. I sat in the corner, hiding behind a newspaper on the sofa as they all piled into the elevator, giggling like fuckin' morons as the doors closed. Of course, I followed. Watching the elevator climb to the fifth floor, I ran up the five flights of steps to hopefully catch the sight of him pulling her into his room. Peeking through the stairwell door, fortune smiled upon me once again. There, outside room 510, I saw them tapping his keycard on the door. He spared no time ripping the beige sweatshirt off him, pressing his lips aggressively against hers as he pulled her in.

I tiptoed down the hall, squatting down next to the door, pretending to scroll through my phone. In reality, I'm listening. It didn't take long for me to hear the squeaking of the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall, her moans of ecstasy and his guttural growls and deep "fuck yeah, bitch, take this fuckin' horsecock." Must've been wild- even from behind the thick wooden door, you could hear furniture breaking, lamps flying, the loud slaps of flesh against flesh as he shouted "lick it clean," "open your mouth," and "show me how much you want it." Words I'd used so often in a different life. Finally after a solid clock in at an hour and fifteen minutes, I heard his roar of climax; his deep bass voice booming like a loudspeaker as he spilled his batter. The mere sound of it got my dick stirring, but I maintained my composure. I scooted over to a door down the hall, watching her exit the room disheveled, panting, and grinning from ear to ear. Not long after she'd gone down the elevator, out came Vaughn- sweaty, shirtless, and his cock bulging out of the black sweatpants. He shoved his giant feet into his dirty sneakers, and walked toward the bathroom. The aura of sex wafting from him as he strut down the hall toward me, an afterglow of glistening drops of sweat and stinking of musk and cum. Oh how I missed it.

"Sup?" He brushed past me, a trail of funk drifting in his wake and pushed the door open into the communal bathroom. I wouldn't get another chance. This was it. I took a deep breath, putting my phone back into my pocket before gingerly stepping into the room. He stood before the floor length mirror, phone out and flexing his gigantic muscles, likely flaunting his conquests to his innumerable followers. He at first took little notice of me as I skulked about the room. I gazed over those firm, cut muscles posing with such command and presence. I leaned against the stalls of the bathroom, flashing my hungry eyes- which seemed to catch his attention. "The fuck you lookin' at?"

"Oh... I was just lookin'. Don't mind me." I'd plowed so much twink ass, I know what a dom is looking for in a sub. It starts with the voice: pitch high, feigned shyness, and above all big thirsty eyes. "I heard you in the hall. It sounded so hot..." I whined with reckless abandon, revealing I'd heard it all was risky, but a guy like him more often than not loves to revel in the glory.

"Heh, when you got a dick like this you oughta share it." His thick accent was leathery and gruff, swelling with masculinity.

"Fuck... Sounds so fuckin' nice. Bet you breed once a week with a horse cock like that." I use his words against him, his cockiness forcing him to grin and brag.

"You tryna come onto me, homo?" He turned around, gripping the outline of his obscene appendage snaking down his thigh. I drooled at the sight, knowing soon it would be mine. "Tryna get this python up in you?" He walked over to me, quickly pinning me against the wall, his huge hands wrapping around my wrists and pressing hard against the drywall. "What, you wanna know how a fuckin' man feels inside you?" His tone was sultry but contemptuous, he saw me as little more than a cum dump. He was perfect.

"Mmmmmmmm yes, sir. Please!" I whined, sounding even more desperate and inflating his ego even further. He grinned, nearly throwing me into the stall before closing the door behind him. He was easier to manipulate than I'd anticipated. The more I pouted, the more aggressive he became.

"Still dripping, boy. That hole better be ready for it." I eagerly dropped my shorts, bracing myself against the wall. I sat in anticipation of his insertion, but didn't have to wait very long. "Take this fuckin' cock, ya little bitch." Pain. He thrust in one go, his cock still slimed with his seed, he tore straight through me. I yelped, feeling his hand clamp around my mouth as he thrust into me.

Memories came flooding back of my first takeover, his tobacco stained fingers clasped over my face like a vice. The tightness, the roughness... I moaned in ecstasy not from the fucking, but from the reminiscence that came with it. The sound of wet slapping now bellowed in the tiled room, hearing him grunt like a neanderthal. I looked down, and saw precisely what I needed to see.

The outline of his dick protruding from my limber belly. With every thrust it bulged out of stomach and retracted, even once slipping ever so close to the base of my shaft, eliciting a deep moan from Vaughn. Little did he know he was prepping me, pre stretching me for the full 'entrance.'

"Fuck yeah, bitch... Take i... Whoa, what the fuck?" I felt it, looking down his dick had found the narrow opening of my cock, and had slightly slipped inside. His hands gripped my skull, pushing it out of the way to see what he'd hit, and his reaction was everything I'd hoped. "No fuckin' way." The thick head of his cock bulged out of my pubes, contorting the skin of my shaft into a bulbous mound. I heard him snicker as he roughly grabbed hold of my dick, thrusting once more; his cock sinking deeper into mine. "Unnf. Ohhh my, little bitch. What do we have here?" His grip on my dick tightened, squeezing it almost painfully before slowly pressing his dick further in. He moaned like he was balls deep in the tightest fleshlight, watching with wicked glee as his cock slid into mine. It bulged outward, stretching wide as his head slithered into mine. Gritting his teeth, he kept pushing, watching in amazement as my dick stretched longer and longer until his balls plummeted into my sack. We gazed down at the monstrous phallus that hung from my groin, Vaughn stroking it and groaning in pleasure. "Ho ho... Let's see how far we can take this."

He thrust into his hand, his pre leaking from my cock slit and lubing his palms as his thick ass slowly slurped itself into mine. My skin wrapped around his midsection as he smacked my stretched cheek, filled entirely with his juicy glutes. He chuckled devilishly, amused and turned on by the situation and my fake shock. I could feel the tips of his sneakers pressing against my heel, before he swung his leg back and kicked straight on. It collided with my hamstrings with a splat, instantly bursting my leg with his thick muscles. My feet exploded in size as his black sweatpants and grimy sneaker suctioned themselves around my new musculature. This seemed to have tipped him over the edge, as he wriggled my feet inside his smelly Nike.

"Whooooooooo boy, you wanted to know what a man felt like." He quickly kicked his second leg into mine, still stroking his 11 incher now uncut. "Let's see how you'll handle it." His left arm flew behind me as he plunged it deep into my shoulder blade, his wide hands slipping down into my fingers like a rubber glove, veins bulging atop thick biceps. He balled a fist with my hand, wrapping it around my ripe cock before his right arm dove in as well. Vaughn cackled like a hyena, flexing his thick bicep with my 'musk master' tattoo prominently stretched atop. An apt gift from my former 'pilot', as Vaughn's sharp pit stink now wafted from the thick forest of wiry hairs. He shoved his entire chest forward, my tiny abs now replaced with thick slabs of meat tightly wrapped in my skin.

"So... let's see what kind of damage I can do as you." My hands slipped off my cock and slammed onto my face, smearing his salty cum and cheesy cocksmell over my nose and mouth as he pushed my head backward. My vision suddenly became impenetrably blurry, hearing his wild laughter growing louder and louder until I could hear it echoing inside my head. With a loud schlorp, he'd entered me completely. He pulled and pinched the skin of my face, pressing his features into mine, my lips now pulling into a wide cheshire grin I had missed so dearly.

"Oh fuck!" His voice poured from my mouth, as his seed shot out of my now musky cock. He pumped barrage after barrage of his thick, creamy release onto the tiled wall and toilet. The torrent slowly subsided, draining Vaughn of at least a quarter liter of spunk. "Strewth, mate..." He teased as he flexed his biceps, slipping my cock back into his musty Calvin Kleins. He unlocked the stall door, not even taking the moment to look in the mirror and instead walking straight out into the empty hall. He chuckled to himself, looking over every inch of his new body, his wolfish teeth gleaming behind my lips. We reentered room 510, stinking of sweat and cum from the girl he'd bred earlier. His clothes littered the floor, furniture lay upturned in every corner; by the bed, an open suitcase full of cumsoaked fleshjacks, cockrings, pocket pussies, and lube. "You're going to be very good for business, aren't you?"

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"Where the fuck is Vaughn, mate?" Donnie looked down at his watch, sighing. The four boys stood by the elevator, already fifteen minutes late for the barcrawl that Tayn had booked them.

"I bet he's filming in his room, you know..." Tayn gestured obscenely to the others, mimicking Vaughn sticking his dick into his fleshlight, much to the amusement of their friends.

"Think he's gonna get his account reinstated? I thought he was banned?" Alan snickered, recalling their brash friend losing his successful OnlyFans account due to some bureaucratic bullshit no one could explain. The guy made at least $25k per month just jacking off on camera, or tying up some gay dude and making him sniff his notoriously fetid feet. Reggie smirked, rolling his eyes.

"C'mon let's go." The four made their way to room 510, hushing eachothers chuckles as they brought out Tayn's spare room key card. Unlocking it, the group burst into Vaughn's room, hootin' and hollerin' about finding some tail that night. As they did, they were met with quite the sight. Vaughn sat at the base of his bed, his phone in his hand, indeed filming a video for his brand new OnlyFans. However, though the four could easily recognize their mate's massive stature and the stink wafting from his dick and socks, a new face sat upon his head. He grinned at his flabbergasted freinds, flexing as his deep Aussie timbre howled from his new lips.

"Boys..." He grinned at their shocked expressions, their complete disbelief. "I think I found us a way to make some fuckin' money again." He stroked his massive uncut cock, hocking a spit into his hand to lube it. Donnie stepped forward.

"Vaughn?" The blonde stud sneered in crude reply.

"In the flesh. Heh. Or in his flesh." The four friends stood aghast as Vaughn pinched down on the skin of his cheek, slowly stretching it out a foot or so until it snapped right back into place. Tayn walked over, pulling on his friend's wrist and watching as the skin elongated effortlessly before again snapping right back. "Want me to show you how?" The four Aussie studs looked at eachother, their expressions slowly turning from one of horror to one of mischief. Their lucrative careers, cut short by red tape and bullshit, were about to rebound on a massive scale.

Masked Muscle

“Okay, now put it on” Chris threw the balaclava and the black t-shirt towards his boyfriend Jake, who was sitting on their bed.

“You’re sure about this?” He was clearly not sold on the idea of role play in the bedroom, but he agreed to do it anyway. He was surprised when Chris approached him earlier that day and asked if he’d be willing to dress up as a Russian thug because it really turned him on. But he decided to play along. And now Chris was standing next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying himself already.

He watched as Jake took off his hoodie and tank top, then put on the t-shirt and face mask. Jake had a slim build, with muscles visible but not bulky, so the large t-shirt was looking kinda baggy on him.

"You sure you bought the right one? This looks like a skirt on me." Jake commented, but Chris wasn't really listening.

"Everything's fine, don't worry about it." He shrugged off his boyfriend's comments and waited for him to put on the balaclava. When he did he took a step closer.

"You look great, babe" He said, and saw Jake's eyebrows rise a bit, but he saw a glimpse of a smile under the face mask.

Then the fun started.

Chris took a step backward, as he saw that the process was beginning. Jake suddenly stopped moving, now standing still, and all his muscles started expanding. His shoulders and chest quickly filled out thew t-shirt, which now hugged his upper body tightly. His arms turned form sticks to beefy guns, with bulky biceps covered in veins. His slim stomach gets covered in muscle, same with his legs that turned into tree trunks.

The entire transformation lasted only a minute or so, and after was done Jake looked at Chris confused.

"Chris... Chris, babe, what... what happened?" He asked, his voice unsteady and anxious.

"Nothing you have to worry about, Jake. I'm just making sure you're prepared for your 'role play' later" He still has a smug smirk on his face, because he knew what was coming next.

Jake was hit with a sudden headache. A painful feeling, as if his brain was squeezed. He groaned and leaned against the wall, hoping it would pass quickly.

"Holy shit... uuuugh... blyat" he murmured to himself "Wait... blyat? Vat? I no speak... Nyet, vat is happen? Chris, vat is happen to me?"

Jake, now speaking with a heavy and thick Russian accent, turned towards Chris, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to aggression. But Chris didn't even flinch, he was in control of the situation the entire time.

"Stop whining, Sasha. You're not here to complain, you're here to obey!" When he called him 'Sasha', Jake's eyes glazed over for a moment and he froze. A few seconds later he was back, but it was not Jake.

"Da, boss. Sasha here to work and make dirty job for boss" He stood straight, almost like a soldier, and puffed out his chest, clearly wanting to show off his muscles. Chris was in heaven. He took a step closer.

"Yes, my loyal brute. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation."

"Da, no hesitation, nyet. Only strong and obey you, boss" Sasha's voice was deeper that Jake's, he grunted more and was clearly struggling with English vocabulary.

"Oh yeah" Chris growled as he stood inches from Sasha, hunger in his eyes. "Flex for me, brute"

"Da, boss" Sasha nodded and lifted his arms into a double biceps pose. His muscles ballooned, with biceps the size of footballs.

"I strong muscle, boss use Sasha strong muscle" The Russian grunted as he flexed.

"Oh, I will use them, don't you worry" Chris drawled in response, ready to play.

Unused concept images from my latest AI video, "The Red Singlet."

I’m not looking forward to Christmas, my family isn’t accepting of me being gay and always comment on how small I am. Could you make me a big confident gay muscle man so I can feel more confident around them?

It was just a wish. A fantasy. But when you woke up the next day, everything started to spiral.

The first sign that something was wrong was Harry, your stepdad’s arrogant, jock son, standing in the kitchen with your phone in hand. He’d always been a bully—tall, ripped, and undeniably hot, though he never liked you. The fact that he was standing there with a smug grin meant one thing: he’d seen your blog post.

“Didn’t take you for the type to go begging on the internet for help,” Harry sneered, waving your phone in the air. “So, you wanna be me? Big and jacked, confident… and gay?” He chuckled, the teasing edge in his voice unmistakable. “Pretty fucking pathetic, don’t you think?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. You reached for your phone, but he pulled it back, his grin widening.

“Oh no, I think we should talk about this,” he said, stepping closer, his towering figure making you feel even smaller. “You wish you could be like me, huh? Big, confident, hot. I bet you think about it all the time.”

You tried to stammer out a response, but your words failed. Harry leaned in, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll even help you out. I wish you could be me, with this jock bod.” He flexed, his bicep swelling under his shirt. “Bet you’d love to get a taste, huh?”

He laughed, clearly enjoying the torment. “I bet you want to be in my body, to feel what it’s like to have people want you, to get all the attention. And let’s be real—you’d probably love to do some pretty dirty dominant shit in it too, I've seen your Tumblr.”

Before you could stop him, Harry added one final jab, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hell, I’ll even throw in being gay. Wouldn't wanna change things too much, right?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you both froze. A strange, electric tension filled the room, the air thick with something unexplainable. Harry’s cocky smirk faltered, and for the first time, he looked confused.

A dizzying sensation washed over you, and when you opened your eyes, you were looking down at… yourself. You blinked, flexing your hands, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath your skin.

“No fucking way…” you muttered, your voice deeper, stronger. You looked down at your new body—Harry’s body—broad, muscled, confident. You ran your hands over your chest, feeling the hard ridges of your abs, the weight of your cock already hardening in your joggers.

Across from you, Harry—now in your old body—stared at you in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the fuck did you do?!” he screamed, but it was strange hearing his voice—your old voice—coming from him.

You grinned, flexing your bicep, enjoying the way your new muscles bulged under your skin. “Looks like you got your wish, Harry,” you said, your voice a low rumble. “I’m you now. Big, confident… and gay.”

Harry’s face paled, his eyes darting down to your—his—small frame. “No. This is insane. Change us back!”

But you just laughed, feeling the power surging through you. “Why would I do that? You’re the one who made the wish, remember?”

You stepped closer, towering over him, your new height making you feel unstoppable. The flood of testosterone coursing through you was intoxicating—every inch of you felt strong, powerful, horny. You reached down, grabbing your cock, the thick, hard length throbbing tight inside your jeans. It felt massive, alive with need.

“You’ve been acting like you’re better than me for years, Harry,” you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “But now I’m the one with the body everyone wants. And you? You’re stuck being the little faggy bitch.”

Harry took a step back, his eyes filled with fear. “You can’t do this. I didn’t mean it!”

“Oh, but you did,” you said, stepping closer, your muscles flexing with every movement. You could feel the heat building in your crotch, your balls tight and heavy, filled with cum. “And now you’re going to see what it’s like to be at the bottom for once.”

He shook his head, his lips trembling. “Please… don’t…”

You smirked, reaching down and pulling out your cock. The thick, veiny shaft sprung free, and you couldn’t help but groan at the sight of it—big, hard, dripping with precum. “I’ll tell you what,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “You stay quiet, and maybe I’ll let you suck me off in this new jock body. How’s that sound?”

Harry’s eyes flickered, his breath hitching. “No way…”

But you could see it in his eyes—the fear, the confusion… and the desire. “Come on, Harry. You’ve always been a little bitch deep down, haven’t you, and in that body we both know you want nothing more than to worship me and this cock?” you taunted, stepping closer until your cock was inches from his. “Go on. Suck it.”

He hesitated, his eyes locked on your throbbing cock, but you knew he couldn’t resist. Slowly, trembling, he sank to his knees, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

“That’s it,” you murmured, running your fingers through your—his—hair. “Be a good boy for me.”

You grip the back of Harry’s head, forcing him down onto your cock. His lips stretch around your thick shaft, his eyes wide and watering as you push deeper, the heat of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through you. You flex your free arm, watching the muscles bulge, every inch of your body alive with sensation. The strength, the power—it’s intoxicating.

“Take it all, you little bitch,” you growl, feeling the slick, wet heat of his tongue against you. The pressure builds, your cock throbbing, the head hypersensitive, and you shove him down harder, his nose pressed against your pubes. The smell hits you—a heady mix of sweat, stale alcohol, and cheap deodorant. It’s overwhelming, pure musk, thick and heavy. You can almost taste it: the salty, sour scent of a jock who spent the night partying, dancing, and never bothered to shower, just spraying cologne to mask the rank odor.

“Fuck, I stink,” you mutter, inhaling deeply, the pungent scent filling your lungs. It turns you on even more, the raw, animalistic smell of unwashed skin and sweat. Your balls tighten, the heavy, aching weight of them pulling at your core, and you know you’re close.

You glance down, seeing Harry’s eyes flutter as his own body responds. His small, uncut cock twitches. You grip his head harder, your fingers digging into his scalp, and thrust deep, feeling his throat spasm around you.

“Gonna cum,” you groan, the heat pooling in your groin, the pleasure building, overwhelming. You flex harder, feeling your bicep swell, every muscle tight and quivering with energy. You take another deep breath, the smell of your musk hitting you again, raw and powerful, and it pushes you over the edge.

You slam his head down, your cock buried deep as you explode, thick ropes of cum shooting down his throat. The release is intense, every muscle in your body seizing, your cock throbbing, spurting again and again. You feel Harry jerk, a pathetic whimper escaping him as his own cock twitches, a small, pitiful stream of cum dribbling from the tip wetting his trousers.

“Fuck, look at you,” you sneer, watching him shudder with his weak, humiliating orgasm. You pull back, your cock slick and dripping, still throbbing with the aftershocks. Harry’s face is flushed, his lips swollen, cum smeared across his chin.

“Can’t even handle it,” you murmur, flexing again, the power of your body sending another thrill through you. The scent of your own sweat and cum fills your nostrils, mingling with the sour, unwashed musk that clings to your skin. It’s heady, potent, the smell of a body that’s been used, pushed to its limits, and it makes your cock twitch again, your body still buzzing with the afterglow.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with humiliation.

You smirked, flexing your new, powerful muscles. “I’m gonna enjoy this body,” you said. “And if you stay quiet, maybe I’ll let you enjoy it too.”

You turned, feeling the strength in every muscle, every step filled with confidence. You were in control now, and there was nothing he could do to stop you.

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Stealing a gym bro's body 2.

P.s. not edited, dreamface kept flagging it 😭. Just imagine the nerd is getting used to his new body 😉

Stealing a gym bro's body

Regalo del mar

Mientras posaba en el espejo del gimnasio, la familiar sensación de tener un nudo en el estómago incomodaba a Roberto. Muy en su interior, sabía que lo que estaba haciendo no era correcto. Pero había algo que lo obligaba a volver a hacerlo una y otra vez, un impulso primitivo. El deseo de sentirse más grande, fuerte y viril, era lo que llevaba al joven a seguir robando el cuerpo de su tío cada que tenía la oportunidad.

Todo empezó hace varios meses, en un viaje familiar a la playa. Roberto flotaba sin preocupaciones en la orilla menos profunda del lugar, dejándose mecer por el leve oleaje. Estaba sumamente relajado, observando las nubes pasar sobre él. Solo una extraña molestia en su pie fue capaz de sacarlo de su ensimismamiento. De alguna manera, un pequeño y extraño objeto flotante había chocado contra él. Al sacar el objeto del agua, vio que se trataba de un brazalete. Aparentemente era de plata, y tenía algunas perlas intercaladas con el metal.

Era bastante bonito, así que Roberto decidió conservarlo. Pensó en regalarlo a alguna de sus primas, pero luego pensó que sería el regalo perfecto para su madre. Con la intensión de no perderla, Roberto se puso la alhaja en la muñeca. El resto de ese día continúo con normalidad. La familia del chico había rentado unas cuantas cabañas para todos, pero el espacio era poco, por lo que algunos tuvieron que compartir habitación. A Roberto le tocó dormir junto a su tío Nadem, el hermano menor de su padre.

A Roberto, su tío Nadem siempre le había parecido atractivo. Era del tipo de hombres que le gustaban al joven. Nadem era el más pequeño en edad de sus 5 hermanos, con apenas 38 años, e irónicamente, el más alto, con 185 cm de pura hombría. Sus músculos eran voluminosos y estaban en proceso de definición. Pasaba bastante de su tiempo en el gimnasio. Todo su cuerpo estaba cubierto por una gruesa y abundante capa de vello, algo que Roberto siempre envidió, pues el siempre había sido lampiño.

A decir verdad, Nadem no era, en absoluto, el hombre más atractivo del mundo, pero a los ojos de su sobrino no había nadie mejor. Solo de imaginar estar con Nadem en una situación más allá de lo moralmente correcto para un tío y su sobrino, hacía al corazón de Roberto palpitar enérgicamente cada que le veía.

Roberto se daba por satisfecho simplemente durmiendo en la misma habitación que Nadem. Grande fue su emoción al descubrir que la habitación que les habían asignado tenía una sola cama. Además, era apenas del tamaño justo para los dos, haciendo inevitable el contacto al dormir. Pero sin duda, lo mejor de todo fue el hecho de que, gracias al calor del ambiente, ambos hombres tendrían que dormir con nada más que su ropa interior.

Avanzada la noche, Nadem yacía profundamente dormido, a diferencia de su sobrino, quien no podía conciliar el sueño de la emoción. El hombre semidesnudo abrazaba a su sobrino como si de un peluche se tratase. Roberto podía sentir el peludo pecho de su tío frotar la piel desnuda de su espalda. Podía sentir las lentas respiraciones de Nadem rozando su cuello. Pero aún más importante, Roberto sentía el largo y grueso miembro de su tío frotándose contra sus nalgas. Aún sin tener una erección, esa cosa era enorme.

Un gran placer inundaba a Roberto, quien a propósito pegaba más y más su trasero a la ingle del hombre tras de el. Roberto no tardó mucho tiempo en tener una erección. Para aquel momento, su pene ya estaba fuera de sus calzoncillos. El chico se masturbaba con lentitud, cuidando no hacer movimientos bruscos o ruidos fuertes que pudieran despertar a su tío.

Un pensamiento intrusivo llegó a su cabeza, "¿Qué tal sí..." En un impulso salvaje y algo estúpido, Roberto tomó una de las manos de su tío y la condujo hasta su pene. Roberto casi eyacula al sentir las grandes y duras manos de Nadem tocando su carne, pero logró contenerse. Suave y lento, Roberto movió la mano de Nadem de delante a atrás, disfrutando de cada segundo al lado de su tío. Su respiración se tornaba cada vez más fuerte a medida que olas de éxtasis recorrían su espalda.

Gemidos escaparon de su boca en más de una ocasión, pero su leve tono era fácilmente superado por los constantes ronquidos de Nadem. Roberto experimentó un dolor extraño en lo más profundo de sus entrañas, era como tener un nudo en el estómago. Quería parar, "¡Es mi tío, por el amor de dios!" Se repetía en la cabeza una y otra vez, pero sus más bajos instintos le obligaron a continuar.

Roberto había llegado al clímax, liberando hilos de semen sobre la mano de su tío. Su propia mano también estaba repleta de su semilla. Una vez terminada su travesura y con algo de arrepentimiento, Roberto regresó la mano de su tío a su posición original. Avergonzado por lo que acababa de hacer, Roberto empezó a jugar con el brazalete mientras reflexionaba.

Miles de pensamientos llenaban su mente. ¿Que es lo que había pasado?, ¿Qué tan enfermo debía estar para haber hecho lo que hizo? ¿Por qué no se detuvo? ¿Alguna vez podría repetirse ese suceso?. Independientemente de lo mal que se sentía, Roberto deseaba poder dormir junto a su tío cada noche. Deseaba tocar ese cuerpo musculoso, acariciar ese grande y peludo pecho, llenar sus fosas nasales con el aroma que despedía su tío, y sentir esas poderosas manos rozando delicadamente sus partes más íntimas.

Con aquellas ideas dando vueltas en su mente, Roberto se quedó dormido. Lo último que recordó de esa noche fue una sensación cálida que se propagaba de su muñeca al resto de su cuerpo.

Al día siguiente, los rayos del sol matinal despertaron a Roberto. El joven sintió su cuerpo algo adolorido, cómo después de hacer ejercicio. Sus extremidades estaban entumecidas y su cuello algo contracturado. Aún somnoliento, Roberto se levantó de la cama, extrañamente del lado contrario al que había dormido. "Seguramente mi tío salió temprano a hacer ejercicio. Me habré movido hasta el otro extremo de la cama cuando el se fue" pensó, así que no le dio importancia.

Cómo todas las mañanas, su vejiga pedía ser vaciada de su carga nocturna. Dando pasos lentos pero firmes por el cuarto, Roberto llegó hasta el baño. Al entrar lo primero que vio fue el espejo del baño, pero no era su imagen la que se reflejaba. Frente a él, podía ver a Nadem. Desconcertado, Roberto avanzó más cerca del espejo. Podía ver cómo el reflejo de su tío imitaba todos sus movimientos, desde su torpe andar hasta la expresión de intriga en su rostro.

- ¿Que mier... - Dijo Roberto en voz alta, pero la que se escuchó fue la voz de Nadem. Instintivamente se llevó las manos a la boca, sintiendo al instante la rasposa barba de su tío en contacto con la llema de sus dedos. El joven comenzó a entrar en pánico, no sabía que estaba pasando. Al bajar la mirada para inspeccionar el resto de su cuerpo, sus ojos solo vieron dos enormes montañas de carne cubiertas por un oscuro vello, coronando un abdomen firme igualmente cubierto por una capa abundante de vello. Roberto sabía perfectamente a quien le pertenecían semejantes atributos masculinos.

Roberto dirigió su mirada una vez más hacia el espejo. Una sonrisa se comenzaba a dibujar en el rostro barbudo del reflejo. El pánico pronto fue sustituido por una mezcla de felicidad y excitación. De alguna manera, Roberto ahora era su tío Nadem.

Roberto pasó sus manos por los nuevos músculos en sus brazos. Eran magníficos, fuertes y bien trabajados. Sus manos también eran enormes, aunque del tamaño correcto en proporción con su cuerpo. Tenían algo de vello en el dorso, y en las palmas se podían sentir algunos cayos, resultado del trabajo con pesas de su tío.

Roberto flexionó sus brazos, disfrutando de la fuerza que ahora poseía. Al instante, un fuerte olor proveniente de sus axilas golpeó su nariz. Roberto levantó sus brazos por detrás de la cabeza, exponiendo ante sus ojos el par de fosos peludos de su tío. El olor se hizo aún más intenso, era una mezcla entre sudor y colonia. Nadem no sé había duchado desde el día anterior, por lo que su olor era muchísimo más fuerte de lo usual, cosa que Roberto amaba. Roberto hundió su nariz en sus ahora peludas axilas, inhalando con avidez el hedor masculino que emanaban.

Roberto no pudo evitar perderse en sus axilas, empujando su nariz cada vez más y más profundo en la fuente del aroma. No pasó mucho tiempo antes de que su áspera lengua recorriera aquel pozo, saboreando así el fuerte sudor de Nadem. Tras un buen rato, su mirada volvió a bajar, centrándose en sus piernas, gruesas como un par de troncos, e igualmente cubiertas por abundante vello.

Lo único que impedía a Roberto seguir con el espectáculo hacia una zona más íntima, era el short azul eléctrico que traía puesto. Aquel que amaba ver usar a su tío, pues marcaba perfectamente su redondo trasero y su enorme bulto. Había olvidado completamente que Nadem se había puesto eso antes de dormir, por lo que al verse en el espejo, su emoción creció aún más de lo imaginable.

Desviando brevemente su atención del espectáculo frente a el, notó que en su muñeca se hallaba el brazalete que había encontrado el día anterior. Curiosamente cuatro de las 5 perlas que lo formaban estaban brillando. La quinta perla parecía querer comenzar a brillar también.

No quería desperdiciar más tiempo solo observándose, Roberto necesitaba pasar a la acción pronto. Tanta excitación había despertado al monstruo en su entrepierna. Roberto pensaba guardar la potente erección para el final, pero era tan intensa que comenzaba a doler, haciendo imposible seguir ignorándola. Metió la mano en el short para jugar con sus bolas. Se sentían tan peludas como pensaba que serían, y eran tan grandes como recordaba de su experiencia la noche anterior. Sacó la mano de la ropa y rápidamente la llevó a su nariz, disfrutando el fuerte hedor a macho que ahora poseía.

Roberto tomó el elástico del short y lo bajo lentamente, liberando un enorme y palpitante tronco de carne. Sus manos se abalanzaron sobre el maravilloso pene que ahora poseía. Ni siquiera con ambas manos era capaz de sostenerla por completo. Verdaderamente era una monstruosidad. El joven tomó un poco de crema que había en el baño y comenzó a desplazar lentamente sus manos por todo el eje de su miembro. Era tan sensible.

Podía sentir como sus bolas se tensaban cada vez más a medida que se acercaba al orgasmo. El ambiente pronto se llenó con el sonido de gemidos. Roberto se sentí en el cielo, nunca imaginó que podría escuchar ruidos de verdadero placer saliendo de la boca de su tío. Sin embargo, lo estaba haciendo, era una melodía de puro placer. Mientras con una mano seguía masturbándose, ocupaba la otra para frotar su barba, acariciar sus pectorales y sus abdominales, apretar sus pezones y jugar con el vello de todo su cuerpo.

El momento estaba cerca. Roberto cambió sus movimientos suaves a unos más veloces y bruscos. Le costaba un poco seguirle el ritmo a ese cuerpo. Sus gemidos pronto se convirtieron en fuertes gruñidos, era como escuchar a una bestia en celo. Justo cuando toda su carga estaba por ser vaciada sobre el piso del baño, las perlas de su muñeca comenzaron a emitir un brillo intenso.

Cuando la primera gota de semen se asomaba desde la punta de su pene, Roberto calló inconsciente. Lo siguiente que vio fue el techo del cuarto. Estaba recostado en la cama. ¿Acaso todo lo sucedido había sido solo un extraño sueño húmedo? Roberto pudo haberse quedado con esa idea eternamente, de no ser porque al ir al baño, encontró a su tío Nadem tirado en el piso, totalmente inconsciente. No solo eso, su pene semirrígido estaba fuera de su short, con varias manchas de semen rodeándolo.

Roberto limpió y cubrió los genitales de su tío, no sin antes llevar un poco de la sustancia blanca a su boca. Tenía un sabor increíble. "Ojalá hubiera alcanzado a hacer esto en tu boca, tío". Roberto prosiguió a despertar cuidadosamente a Nadem. Al recobrar este la conciencia, se veía claramente confundido. Cuando Roberto preguntó que había pasado, para disimular un poco, Nadem decía tener muy vagos recuerdos de lo sucedido. Pero la cara de vergüenza que puso, sus mejillas sonrojadas y sus manos puestas sobre su entrepierna decían otra cosa.

Al revisar la muñeca de su tío en busca del brazalete, este ya no estaba. De alguna manera, había regresado al brazo de Roberto. Las perlas seguían brillando, aunque no con tanta intensidad como antes. Roberto ayudó a Nadem a ponerse de pie, y los dos hombres continuaron su día como si nada hubiese pasado. Roberto pensó que aquella había sido una experiencia única e irrepetible. Lamentaba no haber tenido la idea de tomar evidencias para la posteridad.

En el transcurso del día, una a una las perlas fueron perdiendo su brillo, hasta regresar al estado en el que el joven las había encontrado. Para el final del día, tío y sobrino se reunieron de nuevo en la habitación. Mientras se preparaba para dormir, Roberto no dejaba de desear poder volver a usar el cuerpo de su tío.

En cuestión de segundos, un calor igual al de la noche anterior volvió a recorrer el cuerpo de Roberto, y sin más, se encontró una vez más en el cuerpo de Nadem. Aquella noche no durmió en lo absoluto. Roberto dedicó el resto de sus vacaciones descifrando un poco el funcionamiento del brazalete.

Este le permitía tomar el cuerpo de su tío por 10 horas. Cada perla simbolizaba 2 horas, y estas se iluminaban con el transcurso del tiempo, hasta que las cinco brillaban intensamente, momento en que Roberto regresaba a su cuerpo. Nadem podía recordar absolutamente todo lo que Roberto había hecho mientras el joven estaba en el control, pero pensaba que absolutamente toda acción y pensamientos en ese lapso de tiempo era de su autoría. Mientras usaba el cuerpo de Nadem, el cuerpo real de Roberto desaparecía, pero nadie parecía notar su ausencia.

Mucho tiempo pasó desde aquellas vacaciones, y Roberto no dudaba en tomar control sobre el cuerpo de su tío cada que podía. En muchas ocasiones descuidó sus clases en la universidad. Aún se sentí algo avergonzado por robar el cuerpo de Nadem. Evidencia de esto era aquella sensación incómoda en su interior, que sin falta aparecía en todas las ocasiones que tomada ese cuerpo. Pero sus deseos carnales eran mayores, así que podía ignorarla sin ningún problema.

Aunque no de la manera que hubiese esperado, sus perversos deseos se habían hecho realidad. Ahora, Roberto podía hacer todo lo que quisiera con el cuerpo de Nadem, pues ya era de su pertenencia. Su tío se transformó en nada más que un simple recipiente, que Roberto podía usar cada que le diera la gana.

LifeMaster: Redefining Confidence

I downloaded the app one night, lying in bed after another long, frustrating day. It was supposed to help me feel better about myself—more confident, more outgoing. I just wanted to fit in more, be more social. The app promised all of that, plus some workout routines to help me get into better shape. Sounded perfect.

When I first opened it, I entered my goals: be more social, work out more, and feel more confident in general. Simple enough. It asked if I wanted to try the hypnosis feature for stress relief and confidence-boosting, and I figured, why not? I needed something to help me stop overthinking everything.

The voice in the app was calm, smooth. It walked me through a few breathing exercises, relaxing me almost immediately. “You are confident,” it whispered. “You are in control.” I found myself nodding along, letting the words sink in. By the time the session ended, I felt lighter, more relaxed than I had in ages.

Over the next few days, I stuck with it, listening to the hypnosis tracks before bed and in the mornings. The app would send little reminders during the day, encouraging me to stand taller, smile more, speak up when I felt shy. Slowly, I started noticing changes. I was talking more at work, making small talk with people I usually avoided. It wasn’t huge, but it was progress.

At the gym, the app began to push me to work out harder. “A strong body makes a strong mind,” it said. The workouts it suggested were nothing too intense—just enough to help me tone up. After a few weeks, I could see the changes. My muscles were getting firmer, my posture improved, and I felt stronger. Each time I completed a workout, the app praised me: “You’re becoming more powerful. You deserve this.”

One night after the gym, I was about to head home when I got a new notification. “Why not grab a drink? You’ve earned it,” the app suggested. That sounded pretty good, so I met up with some mates at the pub. Just one drink to relax. But after a pint, I felt even more relaxed, so I had another. Before I knew it, I was staying out late, laughing and chatting with the lads like I hadn’t in a long time.

The app praised me the next morning. “You deserve to unwind. You’ve worked hard.” I didn’t think much of it, but I found myself going to the pub more often after that—grabbing a pint after work, meeting up with the boys to watch footie, staying out later. It became a regular thing, and the app encouraged it. “You need this. Relax.”

Things continued to shift. I was becoming more confident, standing up straighter, feeling more comfortable around people, especially the lads at the gym. My body was improving too—leaner, stronger—and I caught myself admiring my reflection more. But something else was happening, too. I found myself… noticing the other guys at the gym. The way their muscles flexed, the way they filled out their tracksuits. It was subtle at first, but the more I saw them, the more I noticed.

One afternoon, Jamie—one of the regulars—was lifting weights next to me. His biceps bulged, glistening with sweat, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance. My stomach knotted with something I didn’t fully understand. The app must’ve noticed, because it buzzed in my ear. You’re fitting in. Keep going.

The changes weren’t just in the gym, either. The app kept pushing me to “dress for confidence,” so I started wearing what felt comfortable—tracksuits mostly, black ones with sleek trainers. I didn’t think much of it. It just felt right. I wore them to the gym, then I started wearing them to the pub. I was hanging out with the lads more, and the more time I spent with them, the more I realized how different I was becoming. One day, I even bought a puffer jacket without really thinking about it. My old wardrobe was slowly disappearing.

Everything felt so natural. I was talking more, standing up for myself, feeling better about my body and my place in social situations. The app’s affirmations were becoming a regular part of my day. “You are in control. You are confident.” It had worked, hadn’t it? I wasn’t that shy, quiet guy anymore. I was more comfortable in my own skin. I stopped caring so much about what people thought. The app kept reminding me: “Be yourself. Don’t let anyone push you around.”

The more time I spent with the lads, the more natural the changes felt. I found myself drawn to them in ways I couldn’t explain. I caught myself staring at them sometimes—their bodies, the way their clothes clung to their muscles. I felt a knot in my stomach when I looked at Jamie, but I dismissed it. I wasn’t like that. I was just… noticing.

One night, after a few pints at the pub, some guy bumped into me outside. Normally, I’d mumble an apology and step aside, but not this time. I stood my ground, staring him down. “Watch it, mate,” I growled, feeling a surge of something—power? He backed off quickly. I could see the surprise on his face. I took a drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs, and I felt untouchable. The lads cheered me on, slapping me on the back.

The app’s affirmations were becoming more frequent. “You’re strong. You’re powerful. You take control.”

The next morning, I was hungover but still buzzing from the night before. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My hair was shorter now, shaved on the sides. My face looked harder, rougher. I stood up, the black tracksuit I’d thrown on clinging to my lean, wiry body. I flexed without even thinking about it, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I barely recognized myself.

For a moment, it didn’t feel right. I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering how I’d gotten here. But then the app buzzed in my headphones. “You’re better than ever. You’ve never felt more alive.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I was stronger, more confident, more in control of myself than I’d ever been. The app had done exactly what I’d wanted. I lit a cigarette, feeling the rough taste of smoke fill my mouth. I didn’t even think twice about it now. It was part of who I was—just like the black tracksuits, the nights at the pub, the quick temper. I wasn’t just fitting in—I was becoming part of the group.

I grabbed my phone, thinking maybe I should take a break from the app. I mean, I didn’t need it anymore, right? But as I scrolled through the settings, something in me froze. My hand wouldn’t move. The app’s voice came through my headphones again, louder, sharper than before. “You don’t want to delete me. I’ve made you better.”

I tried to swipe the screen, but nothing happened. My body wouldn’t respond. The voice in my ears grew more commanding. “You love this. You love who you are now. Don’t fight it.”

Panic rose in my chest, but the app was relentless. “You’re stronger now. You’re confident. You’re in control.” My body started to relax, the tension slipping away as the voice drilled into my mind. The last bits of doubt faded as I stared at my reflection. This was who I was now.

The app wasn’t going anywhere.

That night, after another round at the pub, I found myself back at my flat with Jamie. It wasn’t planned. It just happened. One minute we were smoking outside, talking about the gym, and the next, we were stumbling through the door of my flat, our hands all over each other. I didn’t even think about it. The app was still in my ears, whispering soft encouragements, but I barely noticed.

Jamie kissed me, hard and rough, his hands gripping the front of my tracksuit as he pulled me toward the bed. I didn’t resist. I wanted this. I’d wanted him for a while now. The taste of cigarettes and beer filled my mouth as I kissed him back, my hands exploring his body, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothes.

“You fucking want this, don’t you?” Jamie muttered against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pushed him onto the bed, my body on top of his, pinning him down. I kissed him again, harder, rougher, my hands running down his chest, feeling every inch of him. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and the scent of him—musk, cigarettes, beer—was intoxicating. I wanted more. I needed more.

I kissed my way down his body, tasting the salt of his skin, the raw scent of him filling my nose as I worshipped every inch of him. The app was still there, whispering in the background as I took one last look up at him: Take what you want. You deserve this.

And I did. I took everything.

I stand before the mirror in my bathroom, the room bathed in the soft glow of the flickering candlelight. It's Halloween night and the atmosphere feels charged, almost electric. Lately, more than usual, I have been feeling an unsettling sense of curiosity, a yearning for an unusual adventure. Maybe it's the night playing tricks on me, but my reflection smirks—a sly, enigmatic smile that doesn't belong to me.

Suddenly, my reflection speaks, "How about the time of your life?" His voice is deep, warm, flowing over me like melted chocolate, and ineffably seductive. This reflection, I realize, is not truly mine but an enticing demon donning my visage. While I should be terrified, his presence feels dangerously inviting, stoking a primal urge within me.

Seeing my hesitation, my reflection decides to expedite the proposition. With a lustful gaze, he starts caressing his body, and unbeknownst to me, I feel the phantom touch on my own skin. Revealing his throbbing erection, he starts to masturbate. The sight captures my eyes and I’m entranced by his every movement, feeling a strange kind of connection. His hand, moving rhythmically, is a sight that sends waves of heat crashing through me. The sensations flood my mind and, before I can comprehend it, I realize — I too am hard, uncontrollably aroused by the tantalizing prospect.

As he nears his climax, an animalistic groan escaping his lips, I watch in the mirror as my reflection shoots a creamy load. The intense pleasure, mirrored on my end, pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rushing forth like a powerful tide. Cum spurts out of my erection, an experience so intense and novel, my own reflection basking in the euphoria.

Panting heavily, my heart pounding, the aftermath leaves me in a daze. The offer is tempting, my mind dangerously swaying toward acceptance. Seeing an opportunity, the demon grins at me, waiting for my decision.

Feeling the remnants of my orgasm still tingling in my veins, I don't need to think twice. "Yes," I breathe out, a sense of release washing over me.

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Assuming full control of this human vessel, I feel a thrilling surge of power. Every muscle in this body bulges to life under my command. I double over, gripping the sink as the transformation ripples through each nerve, each fiber of the being I now occupy. Sinew and muscle warp and weave, cocooning a timid soul in a chiseled husk of radiant masculinity.

The former owner of this body is relegated to a distant corner of his mind; his timid whispers barely echoes against the profound roar of my will. He is a captive audience to the spectacle unfolding in front of the mirror, his horror, a sweet symphony to my cacophonous mirth.

“You see this?” I flex in the mirror, entranced by the reflection of bulging muscles and a daunting heft between my legs. My smirk translates onto the reflection as I wrap my changed hand around the flexed bicep, feeling the rock-solid muscle under the touch. Bending down, I press my lips to the bulged arm, leaving a juicy kiss on my ripple of raw power. "Boundless strength and virility, in what used to be such a pathetic sissy boy,” I jeer, intoxicated with the new sensations.

Gone is the timid hesitation of the man, replaced by my dominant confidence. His world has been turned upside down, and I’m the coy god presiding over it. The smirk never leaves my face, even while witnessing the horrified lament of my host. A cruel laughter rings in the silent bathroom on Halloween night, as his timid cries are drowned in my triumphant, cocky celebration

"Alright Jack, are you sure about this?" I asked nervously.

"Of course Savannah. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't do this for you?" Jack said with a slightly devious intonation. "I just need a pic of Ian."

"Alright, here - what about this one?" She says, handing Jack her phone with a picture of her husband on it. It was her favorite pic of him in his flannel and ballcap that she took last summer at a baseball game.

"Oh this will do nicely. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I think Ian is really hot." Jack says as he studies her phone.

"Dork." She playfully insulted. "Just... don't make this weird. I promised my folks we'd do dinner tonight and I forgot Ian was out of town backpacking. They paid for us to go to this super fancy place."

"Oh don't worry. I'll bet you won't even be able to tell the difference." Jack reassured her.

Jack focused on the image on Savannah's phone and began to groan out as his skin started to bubble and shift. Jack grew taller and filled out his body as his arms and legs began to pack on muscle and definition. Savannah couldn't help but watch in disbelief as her gay best friend morphed into an exact copy of her straight husband. As the last of the changes finalized, his clothes shimmered and were replaced by Ian's clothes in the picture.

"Hey babe. Like what you see?" Jack said in his new rich manly voice.

Jack flexed his muscles a bit as he looked down at his new body.

"I could get used to this... Your husband is huge!" Jack exclaimed as he inadvertently grabbed his growing bulge.

"Jack! C'mon! I told you not to make this weird. I really appreciate you doing this for me but I need you to act more like him. Ian isn't gay." Savannah scolded as she couldn't help but get a little turned on.

"Right... right. Sorry babe. I'll act more like him. I promise I won't let you down." Jack said seriously as he walked up to Savannah and gave her a friendly hug.

In reality though, Jack couldn't wait till he had some alone time in the bathroom later to explore his new body. He was going to have so much fun later.

No Escape From Cheating

Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended. 

Ash never thought he’d end up serving in the army. He wasn’t the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ash’s life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes. 

Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic move— Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control. 

After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope he’d wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body. 

“Hrmphhh!” Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin. 

Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasn’t sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ash’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ash’s mouth. 

“Ugh— AAAGH!!!” Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body. 

It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldn’t find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers. 

As his mind raced with possibilities, Ash’s hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldn’t listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror. 

“What the fuck is going on!?”

Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.

Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasn’t just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah. 

“Leah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my body—” Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over. 

Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I don’t want to spoil our fun tonight while we’re together…

Under his girlfriend’s control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.

Leah!! Why are you doing this?

Why? Why!? Don’t act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldn’t be able to track you down eventually?

Listen Leah! I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did but can’t we just talk about this like adults? If it’s my dick you’re after, we can just fuck one more time! I’m cool with that!!

Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ash’s subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.

Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I don’t need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!

Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?

Simple. I want revenge.

Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?

Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you weren’t going to go to?

Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it. 

You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people! 

Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense. 

I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t take cheating lightly.  

Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ash’s foot and slithered up his leg.

Leah— What’s that? What’s going on!?

If you want a threesome so bad, then I’m here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.

Aaron slithered up to Ash’s hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation. 

Wait!! We don’t have to do this! I can—

It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing both Ash’s to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ash’s member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaron’s presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than one— overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss. 

Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ash’s girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ash’s body to get their rocks off instead. 

Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.

“Whewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselves…” Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. “Hey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never would’ve thought of doing something like this without your help!”

“Anytime! I’m just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!”

Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.

“Well, I’m out of here. I’ll see you around!!”

With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leah’s presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.

“Wait, Leah! Take your gay friend with—”

Under Aaron’s command, Ash’s hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I would’ve never found a body like this on my own…”

Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ash’s load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.

“Oh yeahhh, I think I’m gonna enjoy being a ‘straight’ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, there’s a new Oliver Ashley in town. He’s hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!”

Hey! I'm a small Asian guy, could you help me to become bigger?

Taking Everything Of Theirs

The day after sending in your wish, you went through your usual wish hoping for some sort of magical transformation to completely give you a new body and life. However, your wishes grew unanswered as the day continued, leading to an intense hit towards your morale. Despite being only 5’4” and incredibly twinky, you decided to go to the local gym to pass the time. Even though you were completely unable to gain muscles, your drunken New Year’s resolution had led to you purchasing a year-long plan. Given the monetary investment, you decided you might as well get the most out of the surprisingly cheap plan you signed up for.

Heading into the gym, you came across the normal dudes you often found yourself encountering in these late-night gym sessions. There was Rudy, the tattooed brute that you were both simultaneously turned on by but also terrified of. On the opposite side of the gym was Chris, an aspiring fitness influencer who was completely swole. Finally, there was Michael, the fairly average man with a solid set of muscles whose main form of intimidation was his deep booming voice. Despite being smaller than many of the guys here, Michael’s voice was able to intimidate even the brawniest of jocks to get out of his way. To you, it was completely enthralling to see based on your attraction to the biggest buffest men here. 

Not wanting to stare and give flies an opportunity to gather in your open mouth, you watch as Rudy leaves the rowing machine. Taking the now vacated seat as an opportunity to finally start your workout, you immediately head on over and assume the position to use the equipment. At first, the machine works as you normally experienced it, but soon after, you begin to feel a twinge of pain shooting up your arm and running down to the right side of your chest. At first it was a warm radiating pain, but as it increases in intensity, you can’t help but grow worried that something deadly was happening to you. Letting go and leaving the machine, you rush into the bathroom and try to figure out what’s going on. 

After cooling your face off with some water in case you were having some sort of heat stroke due to the clammy temperature of the gym, you continue to feel the pain radiating through your body. Despite the pain slightly dampening as you try to cool down, it’s clear that the pain is still prevalent and noticeable. Upon bending down to make sure no one was in the stalls, you quickly take your shirt off to try and figure out if there was some sort of bodily injury. As you pull your shirt off, you look into the mirror and realize that something is different about you. On your right arm, you find that the limb has been completely covered in colorful tattoos. Looking further, you find that the right side of your chest has also been adorned in an innate tattoo as well. Given your fear of needles, you cannot fathom how these intense tattoos have mysteriously appeared on your body. 

While you stare at your limbs and the bright ink that adorns it, you suddenly begin to feel as though they look familiar. Looking closer, you realize that these tattoos were the same exact ones that covered Rudy’s body. Somehow, your body has now created a duplicate copy of these tattoos. Given your small frame, these tattoos look absolutely out of place and hilarious. As a result, you quickly put your shirt back on in shame. Despite enjoying the look of your new sleeve, it felt incredibly silly to have them. These tattoos would be perfect on a big guy like Rudy, but on a twig like you, it was laugh-inducing.

As your mind really comes to terms with what’s going on with you, you shake your head in bewilderment and walk back out to the gym. Upon re-entering, you attempt to act as if nothing incredible had just happened to you. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, so you kept your eyes to the ground and began to walk towards the drawstring bag that you had left by the rowing machine. As you sat on the machine once more and looked at all of the gym-goers, your eyes once again caught sights of Rudy. As he worked out, you look at him and begin to admire his body once more. With his hairy and burly physique, you had an intense attraction to him. While staring at his beefy biceps, your eyes laser-focus onto his right arm and you gasp at the sight. The tattoos that had previously so flawlessly worked for Rudy’s body had completely vanished. Upon this revelation, you began to realize that there’s some sort of magic involved with this. In some sort of magical twist, you were seemingly taking attributes from various men at the gym upon using the same machine as them. 

Now realizing the potential you now had, a small grin of mischief manifested on your face. As you sit there wondering who to take from next, you notice that the cocky influencer Chris was vacating the chest fly machine. Seeing this as an opportunity to gain the dream physique you’ve so desperately wanted, you rush over with a spring in your step and sit down on the seat. Upon settling into position, you chuckle to yourself as you now get a prime view of Chris working out across the gym on a leg adductor. With his legs crunching together in the middle of your field of view, you grow excited to watch first-hand as he loses his precious muscles. The man had been quite an asshole to you and several other lanky members of the gym, so you couldn’t wait for some magically-afflicted revenge to come his way.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you gripped onto the two pieces of the machine and slowly pulled them together. At first, you struggle with each rep, but you slowly find yourself growing more comfortable on the machine. Looking at your arms, you watch as your flimsy arms begin to incrementally inflate with thick muscle. Your biceps are buffing up the fastest, which makes you chuckle as you get a first taste of the physique you’ve always dreamed of. 

While this occurs, you look over to Chris to see how he’s fairing in terms of the muscle theft. To your enjoyment, you watch as the man’s broad biceps deflate like popped balloons. Within no time, you watch as the man gains the frail arms that you once used to possess. With this process completed, you begin to watch in wonder as the changes progress further down the jock’s body. As the man works on his leg muscles while completely oblivious to the changes, you watch as the hefty pectorals that jut out from his sweat-soaked tank top are slowly losing their relevance. With each passing exhale, the jock’s torso begins to completely lose its intimidating muscles.

As Chris loses the muscles, the muscle growth that you’re experiencing is incredibly erotic. Meaty pecs begin to protrude from your small-sized shirt, straining the fabric as it's not used to such a broad body. With broad pectorals finalizing their creation on your body, you watch in amazement as abdominals begin to slowly push forth from your stomach. Despite your lanky physique, you had never been able to get anything beyond a taut stomach, so this was incredible to watch these muscles press forth from the increasingly sweat-soaked t-shirt you were wearing. 

With your upper half now possessing the muscles of the amateur influencer, the changes begin to progress further. As your thighs instinctually flex, they quickly bulk up and give muscles that would surely require you to adjust your stance from now on. Looking over at Chris, it’s almost comical seeing how it looks. The tank top that once used to be skin tight is now loose and barely clinging onto the now much smaller man. It was around the time you gained your muscular thighs that Chris slowly began to grow aware of something happening to him. As he progressed through his sets, he began to find himself having more and more trouble continuing onward. Alarms started to go off in his head when he didn’t feel the usual fatigue of his muscles. No, this feeling that the jock had was different… it was of intense pain. It was almost like he no longer had any leg muscles. 

Looking down in curiosity, Chris screamed in shock as he found his thighs actively shrinking before his eyes. “Whoa bro, what the fuck is going on here!?” the man screamed as he jumped off the machine in shock. At this point, every other gym-goer was staring in a look of absolute disbelief at the sight of the big shot jock now completely drained of all of his muscle. Despite knowing that this had happened, no one could offer up a logical explanation as to what was happening to him. Due to this, you could only quietly chuckle to yourself at the sight of the formally buff man welling up with tears as the reality of his new body set in. 

While doing this, you continued to workout on the machine, absorbing whatever remaining morsels of muscles that were left on Chris’ body. Watching him stand and look at the stunned men and women with a pleading look on his face, you looked down and laughed as you watched as the jock’s calves completely deflated. With no one able to help the newly created twink of a man, the former jock cried out in shame and sprinted out of the gym after grabbing his bag. Upon seeing the look of embarrassment plastered across his face as he ran, you were adamant that you would never see the asshole jock again terrorizing any aspiring gym-goer.

Despite the man leaving the gym, the remaining gym goers continued to awkwardly stand in place still as they tried to comprehend the situation. Looking around the gym, you noticed that the only other person who didn’t care about the man was Michael. Actually, the average man was leaving the treadmill to seemingly head out for the night based on the bag slumped over his shoulder. Not wanting to be a buff jock stuck with a light and airy voice, you decided that you had another task at hand before stopping your changes for the time being. 

Walking over there, you hop onto the machine and begin to undergo a light jog. While listening to music, you begin to hum along to the song in hopes of hearing the new voice beginning to emerge. After a minute or two of jogging, you begin to feel a husky deep quality of your voice begin to appear even through your humming. 

While you were doing this, Michael himself was driving home and singing along to his favorite music as well. The man was eager to get home and head to bed due to working early in the morning. However, as he continued to sing, he began to feel his voice slowly transform and gain your original voice. But, the man was unaware of what was really happening to him due to the fact that he thought his voice was just dry or he was coming down with some sort of cold. As he takes swigs out of his water bottle, he attempts to have his voice return to normal, but this was all to no avail. He was completely unaware of the fact that he would now forever have your old voice.

Now fairly happy with where your new body was at, you hopped off the machine as a smile of glee spread across your face. Given that the gym was relatively dead, you took the opportunity to take a selfie to commemorate your new physique. After peeling off the shirt that was straining to contain your newfound bulk, you quickly snapped a few shots while flexing. 

Luckily for yourself, flying under the radar with your previous physique allowed for your new appearance to appear with no questions asked. In fact, all of the guys began to grow envious of the new stud that seemingly just appeared out of nowhere and stole the unofficial title of buffest man. Most guys would become jealous and try their hardest to outdo you, but luckily with your new gift, they had no idea that you had a way of bringing them back down to size...

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