A Recipe For Rekindling Love

A Recipe for Rekindling Love

Tyler and Ryan were a matched made in heaven. From the outside they had a perfect relationship. It was one of those relationships that make you incredible jealous. And, in fact it was a perfect relationship, at least until these last couple of years.

Tyler and Ryan met in high school and were the ultimate power couple. Tyler was a wrestler and Ryan a football player. They would spend their time together hanging out, working out, and playing video games. Where ever one went the other would sure be there.  Everyone thought they were the best examples of friendship, if only they knew. It was during the day of their graduation when the truth was let out. Tyler lead Ryan back to the locker room.

“This is where we first met. Where I feel in love with. Through the sea of hot bodies that filled this room, I fell in love with you Ryan. All the times we spent here after hours. The love and magic are bodies made. I got to know you and you me. I know we are young and right now we are not in a situation to come out, but I want make a promise. I will always love you and when we are ready will you marry me?”

Ryan was shocked but he felt the same way, “Yes, I will always be here for you … I love you, too.” He lean in and began kissing Tyler. Both of them getting in to it. They started making out, embracing both of their powerful bodies. They used their hands to feel every muscled curve of each other’s body. With swift sexual motions they help each other remove their clothes.

However, a group of jocks walked in and caught them in the act, and truth spread out like wild fire. Through the halls of the school. In the whispering done in the seats of the graduating class. The conversation and gossip filled social media. When each boy returned home, they realized their parents knew. Arguing happened; The boys tried to explain, but their words would not be able to penetrate the deeply religious minds of their parents. They were told to leave their houses, as soon as possible

A year passed and both boys had to grow up fast. They became men. Being disowned they couldn’t go to college and live the lives they wanted, it would be put on hold. For a couple of months they were homeless, but over time they found jobs and got on their feet. Ryan found a job at a fast food restaurant right by their soon to be new apartment. While, Tyler ended up find a well-paying construction job, one that could support both him and Tyler. So, he pressured Ryan to go back to school doing something with his life. To get their lives back on track. When Ryan became successful, it would be Tyler’s turn to better his life.

Once Ryan finished college, the problems started. Ryan was having a hard time finding a better job. All this education and he still worked at the fast food restaurant. Tyler grew angry. He felt like Ryan had wasted so much of his time. He was doing nothing with his life. And it showed in their bodies. They years of construction has turned Tyler’s body into a sculpted god, but Ryan’s college life/ part time job left no room to work out. He began to gain weight and become fatter. Fat covering every inch of his body. Now that he was done with school, the weight gained seemed to be worst. Everyday Tyler would come home to Ryan doing nothing. However, Ryan always argued about how starting up a business is hard and sooner or later it was going to lift off. But, the resentment of Tyler and guilt from Ryan began to taint their relationship. Love had left Tylers’ eyes and he saw Ryan in a new light. The only thing Ryan seemed useful for was cooking and eating. Ryan was fat and disgusting. Sex began to feel like a chore. Tyler missed when they were still young and their two fit powerful bodies would unite with passion.

“You’re not happy Tyler” he told himself. “You got to just break up with him; it’s not worth it. Yes you spent so much time with Him, but sometimes things don’t work out. Besides he’s fat a disgusting now. We just out grew each other. Well he out grew you.” He laughed in front of the mirror. “FUCK!! Why can’t I just break up with him?”

Ryan heard everything. He was in shock. Yes they had their problems, but what relationship didn’t. Ryan didn’t think it was already this bad. He let some time past, while thoughts raced in his mind. He laid their pretending to still be asleep. Tyler walk out on his way to go to work, he looked at Ryan and sighed. As soon as Tyler left,  Ryan broke down crying. For the first time feeling how fat he truly has become. His moobs and rolls of fat squishing each other as he sat up in bed.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Let’s just say I love love. And Thomas and Ryan were perfect for each other. Someone just had to reignite the flame.  And, that someone was going to be me.

Time passed and Ryan did not leave the room, until he started smelling food coming from the kitchen. He fell into a trance and followed it. His belly and moobs shaking with each step. Laid out in the kitchen, was a set of pots and ingredients. Nothing was cooking, but Ryan felt the need  to cook what he was smelling.  With each chop and stir, Ryan’s body was transforming. Fat was melting of him, as now a strong muscled man was standing in the kitchen cooking under a trance. Each motion causing a group of muscles to flex and then relax. His body was an instrument of muscles.

On the flip side, Tyler came home. He was greeted by his shirtless boyfriend, his abs on full display. Something was not right, but Tyler couldn’t focus, as the smell of the food entranced his mind. All he could think about was how much he loved Ryan. All the good times they had … and how hungry he was.  Every spoonful started changing Tyler’s body. His hard earned body started to get cover in fat. His belly started sticking over his lap straining his sweat shirt.

Tyler’s mind snapped revealing his belly, as he started to laugh hysterically. “You took my body!”

“I didn’t mean to, I don’t really know how this happened.” Ryan responded.

Standing there Ryan didn’t care how big Thomas was now. He actually liked Tyler’s new body. He looked cute, soft, and squishy.  He came over to Tyler, “I still love you and I always will.” He kissed Tyler and a flame ignited deep in their hearts. Tylers hands felt  their way across Ryan now rock hard  body. Feeling the power in his movements. Ryan enjoyed the padding and squishiness that Tyler’s body now offered. With his strength, Ryan got Tyler to bend over. Unleashing his new powerful cock up Tyler’s thick ass. Each thrust reminded them of their  love; all the good times they had.

Over the next few days their lives changed. Ryan’s online business picked up; let just say I help with the advertising. And with his new body he had the energy and drive to keep up with demands. Tyler went back to work. His co-workers were surprised by how fat he got. Their minds couldn’t comprehend the magic the occurred, so new memories flooded their mind. To them, Tyler was slowly getting fat over time. They just finally realized it. Now, he was too big to fit in the spaces he need to, he didn’t have the same stamina, and he was creating safety hazards. But, the team didn’t want to leave their man behind. As a group they decided that Tyler’s ten years of working for the company should be rewarded with a promotion. Now he is the fat stereotypical supervisor spotted at every construction site.

Their live were different, but they are happier than ever and they love every part of each other. Ryan cooks for his big man and they enjoy new adventurous sex life. They were meant for each other; they just had to get over some bumps in the road.

Monkey Business: Part 2 of 3

Damn, I’m fucking hot! I’ve been going out to the gym alot lol. It’s a turn on watching my muscles be covered by my thick fur.

After getting this new bod, I haven’t been shy about showing it off. The old me, Lewis, would never have been this fuckin confident. And, this hasn’t been the only change.

The first real change was at, Lewis’ old job. It was my first day back and I had to wear a dumb ass suit. It clung to my hairy bod; making me itch. It was suffocating me. In addition, my mind was being tortured by how boring the work was. I need to be active, energy was building up. I started getting hot and sweaty. I couldn’t fuckin stand it anymore. I ripped the suit off bod, exposing my furry self. The only thing left on me was my tight briefs outlining my huge package. The buildup of musk filled the room. The men of the office kept looking at me, lust in their eyes. Some guys even had to excuse themselves to the bathroom to beat one out. This was going to be fun or so I thought.

My attention turned to some of the women. Some gagging. They commented about a horrible smell. I guess they just can’t handle the smell of a real man. The men just ignored them as their interest in me and each other increased. I could tell the office was about to explode into an homosexual orgy, right before some bitch came and sprayed me with perfume.  “What the fuck! Put your clothes on nobody wants to see that shit. And learn to take a fucking shower.” She said, as she did it. Right after, I was called into the office, my boss staring at my shirtless body. “Look, I … um can’t have you here in this office. Ahhh …There has been complaints and you are being to … um distracting. I’m sorry but, your fired.” He said in between rubbing in himself and moaning. He quickly left most likely to rub one out.

I went home feeling pissed; the anger turning into energy. I had to just fucking move. I spent days at the gym working out and fucking wannabe alphas. They were intoxicated by my musk. However as days passed, I became depressed. The money in my bank account started to run low. I needed work, but in a place that could meet up with my needs. So one day, I just fucking started running around my apartment complex, shirtless and in shorts. Going around the whole complex multiple times.  Multiple neighbors watching me, talking about me. Thoughts entered my mine. I love this fuckin attention. Of course people are going to be looking. Why wouldn’t they? But, I can’t stand people who hold some kind of speciesism towards me. Those fuckers who are jealous of me and my human-monkey hybrid body, so they try to take it out on me.

In the midst of my workout, I saw him. His fuckin beautiful brown skin toasting in the sun, as he worked around the complex.  I would later get to know his name, Enrique. He mowed the lawn with those powerful arms. Sweat ran down his hairless, shirtless body. He continued working, making repairs to broken fences and did other maintenance work around the complex. But, through all this work he always looked at me, as I ran by. A smile appearing on his face each time he saw me. A smile that turned me on. He finally waved at me, calling my attention.

“Damn you have a lot of energy. This is like you 50th time around. Maybe you can use some of that energy to help me out.” He spent the rest of the day explaining everything about his work to me. He was a maintenance worker at multiple apartment complexes. The more time I spent with him the more I felt there was something about him. I mean he could never be as perfect as me but, he was pretty great for a human. He loved the work I was able to do, and loved my monkey characteristics. As, the hot day progressed, I let the smell of my animalistic musk evade my mind. I could only think of working out and fucking now.

Enrique saw this and invited me to his car, where are bodies united. Bumping and grinding on each other. Hair on skin. Muscle on muscle. He didn’t seem to be affected by my musk, like other men were. He let me fuck him out of pure love. We both wanted more, and I told him about my situation. He hired me, both knowing we were going to have a lot of fun. This job was going to be perfect. Working out, being shirtless, and being with someone I loved.

I made my way home and decided to go on the computer, my day with Enrique still fresh in my mind. When suddenly a dialogue box opened “Hello Logan … The time has cum hahaha.” It was morphmaster and I knew the price for my existence need to be paid.

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Buddy Swap (Part 4)

Months passed by, as we adapted to our new routines. I would get up and eat. Work at home for my new desk job. And, eat if I got bored, which was always. Then, I would eat after I finished working for the day. Before it would get to late, I would take a few hours nap. Finally, I would wake up and hangout with my online gaming friends, while I ate some more.

With all my free time I had, I was getting good at gaming. I started dreaming of the day when I could quit my job and just game. All my friends were online, at this point. It was nice talking to people without then knowing how fat I was. Hanging out with them, I felt like my old self. That was until, one day when the group wanted to face chat. Being fat slipped my mind, and afterwards I became the butt of all the fat jokes.

Spencer on the other hand was loving life. He would start the day early. Go on his run and eat healthy. He tried to introduce my old friends to me, in my new body. They had no idea of the swap,but being gay If I didn't fit their sexual desires they wanted nothing to do with me. And not being gay, Spencer had no use for them. So, he found new friends. And, if he wasn't hanging out with them, he was with Jess. She started coming over more and more. -Some nights, I would masturbate to the sound of their love making. In those moments I wished I was her. I wished I would find someone who loved me- But, most nights Spencer was gone at the gym.

"Hey, So you down for the gym tonight?" Spencer said entering my room. I looked at the mirror seeing my fat body. "I don't know." I responded. "Why!? Your doing so good," He smiled. "I'm not losing any weight. I'm still 280 fuckin pounds." I said, as I bit into my hamburger. Spencer walked over to me and jiggled my belly. "Well, that's why ... All that shit you put into your body. How can you expect to lose weight. For fuck sakes I think you have been eating more then I did," he said laughing as I pushed his hand and continued eating. "What it's true ... imagine how big you would get if you didn't come and work off some of that food in your gut," he continued, still chucking to himself. With the thought of getting fatter, I put the burger down. "Fuck you! ... I'll go ..." I said defeated.

It was weird seeing Spencer like that. He had so much energy. I guess I never realized how much being fat drained him of that energy, until now. On the ride their, he became more serious. "Look ... I gotta tell you something ... we can't keep messing around. I don't even roll that way. I've been doing it to make up with you, but ... I love Jess ... and I going to propose to her," he let out. I knew this would happen, I just didn't want it to. "You guys barely been dating a few months," I fought back. "It almost been a year," he stated. My heart was hurt and my mind jealous. " oh ... yeah ... look ... I want you to be happy. We'll stop ... it's fine" I said frustrated. The rest of the car ride was quite.

At the gym, Spencer walked me to the treadmill. "Okay ... I'm going to workout with some clients. I'll check back up on you," he said trying to gauge how I was feeling. I said nothing and he walked away. I started walking on the treadmill, my mind racing. I was mad at him. But, more mad at myself. I knew he wasn't gay. I knew he was just trying to make me happy. I hated that I felt like no one could love me, like this.

I stopped the treadmill. I had to get out of the workout area. My anxiety was raising. I looked around and felt everyone's eyes on me. Saying the worst things in their minds. Look how fat he is. He can't even run. He's gross. Their silent laughter and mocking was get louder. Tearing up, I quickly left into the Spa area. But, not before I bumped into him. He was the man of my dreams. Even in my old body, I would have been envious. He was admiring himself in the mirror. Still sweaty from his workout, his muscle shirt hugged his body. Showing off every ab he had. He look at me up and down. His eyes staring into my soul. I was embarrassed and ran out of his sight. He must be laughing at the fat piece of lard that just bumped into him.

At this gym most people didn't take advantage of the spa area. Most likely, because it didn't have a lot to offer. So, I made my way into the dark and empty room with messaging chairs. And started to cry. "Hey are you okay," Mr. Abs said. I felt even worse now. "Yeah, look ... I'm sorry I bumped into you ... but can you please leave me alone." I said in between sobs. He remained quiet, but sat on the chair next to me.

He put his hand on my lard covered lap. "Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be crying." My mind was alerted to the chessiness of his words. But. At the sametime those were the words my heart needed to hear. "What?" I asked. "Sorry, I don't mean to be so forward. It's just your so attractive. And, when you bumped into me ... I saw the pain in your eyes. And, I just felt like I had to talk to you." He answered.

At that moment Spencer walked in. "Hey Johnny you good." He quickly analyzes the situation, "Oh ... I'll just be outside with my clients ... if you need me." He slowly backs off and I nod letting him know I'm okay.

"So is that your trainer or ... boyfriend..." Mr.Abs asked. I just laughed, "No ... He's just a friend .. and thanks for the kind words. But, you don't have to pretend to make me feel better. You don't owe me anything. I don't even know your name." He put his hand on my stomach. I started feeling embarrassed. "I wasn't joking ... you see I like to stay fit ..." he said as he invited my fat arms to start feeling up his body. " But, I like fat guys." He gives my belly a jiggle and continues to explore my body. We sit there for a couple seconds, in awe of each other's body. "My name is Alex, by the way." he mindlessly said. "I'm Johnathan." I said, memorized myself.

He started talking again, "What is a guy like you doing in a place like this." He asked. "I'm trying to lose weight." I answer sheepishly. He laughs, "why would you wanna do something like that." " Well. I wasn't always fat and I don't like how I feel being fat." I answered. "We'll Johnathan, after this breakdown you had it doesn't seem like your in the mood to workout tonight. Why don't we leave this place and I can buy you some food, I know you must be hungry." I agree to leave with him and I text Spencer to not expect me home tonight.

We leave to a nearby fast food restaurant and he orders four large combos. We continue to drive to his place. He sets up all the food on the table, and tells me to dig in. We talk to each other about our lives, as he makes himself a salad. I realized he bought all the fast food for me. Being around him was so comfortable. I was interested in learning more about him. He was kind, smart, and adventurous. He talked about his workouts, his job, and his fetish. He was interested in how I got so fat. I had to create a fake story, because there was no way he was going to believe body swapping.

By the time we were done, I was stuffed. He started rubbing my belly. Moving his hands to my crotch, pulling down my pants. He began pushing back my pelvic fat, unleashing as much dick as he could get. And, He started sucking. Sending me and my extended belly into ecstasy. After servicing me, he flipped me over and and started riding my fat as. His powerful arms holding me. His ripped physic imprinting on my fat flesh. Each thrust of his dick in my ass, filled with pleasure, reminding me of the one night stands I use to have.

"How was that ... you wanna lose weight now?" Alex said catching his breath. He quicky got up, leaving me to reflect on the best sex of my life. He came back with more food and drinks. And, then it started all over. The night of love making ended when we fell unconscious from exhaustion in each other's arms.

Tales of the Sculptor II: A  Hero’s Call

Like, I said before. I never wanted to be special. I was okay being average. It was safe, in the middle. So, after Bruce, I didn't use my powers again, for along time. Although it ended well for Bruce, I felt it was wrong to interfere with someone else's life. In addition, the personality change I witnessed on Bruce scared me. It seemed unpredictable. If the wrong aspect of a person's personality changed, it could be dangerous. And, all these were factors for why I didn't even consider using my powers on myself.

I know it sounds strange to have these powers, and not even use them. Especially to try and better my own life. But, the truth is I didn't want to. I liked being average. I liked being normal. So, it was easy to bury these powers deep inside me. I reached a points where I didn't even know if I had them anymore, and I didn't care. The incident with Bruce, became just that. A one time fluke of the laws of physics.

And, I continued to live my life. After taking a whole year to work, I realized I was going to be stuck living a life I hated. So going to college was my next step. I still didn't know what I wanted in life, but I was hoping that the college atmosphere could give me some perspective. Luckily, I got in to my top pick. It was far from home and offered freedom to find myself. It is also where I met Brandon.

I remember my parents leaving after helping me get settled in to my dorm. They stayed for most of the day, but it started getting late. So, I sat there all alone and confused, the bed next to me was empty. (Wasn't I supposed to have a roommate)

The next morning, I woke up and decided to explore around school. I partook in some welcoming events and looked at some clubs that set up tables. It was some time in the afternoon, when I decided I should go back to my dorm. I was surprised to see the door slightly opened and even more surprised to see a shirtless man.

And, boy what a man he was. I would later find out he was a year younger than me, but his body screamed maturity with his packed on muscles and physically powerful development. I walked in as his toned back was facing me. He was busy unpacking things onto his bed. I closed the door and the sound it made caught his attention. "Oh, shit you scared me." He said with a friendly tone. I just stood there. I began to notice he was wet. His hair was soaked and his body glistened as light hit the beads of water on his body. He had wash board abs, strong pecs, and powerful arms. He came closer to me. His moist body making this moment even more erotic.

"So ... you must be my roommate." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it in response " Yeah, I guess I am." I awkwardly replied. He recoils his hand and dries it on his pants. "Sorry, I just got back from the shower ... I was in the middle of drying off and getting dressed. Luckily you didn't see me bare ass naked." He laughed. I sympathetically laughed. ( I wish I did see you naked.) I thought.

He put on a shirt and it hugged his muscular body, as our conversation continued. I learned he arrived a day late, because of car trouble. He had an old hand-me-down car. He came from a poor family and had to drive himself up here, by himself, because his parents couldn't afford to take time off from work. Although it was painfully obvious, I also learned he was a jock at his high school.

I became worried, because my past experience with jocks wasn't so great. But, the more we talked; the more I saw how different he was. He wasn't an asshole like jocks I met before. He was a good, kind, and humble guy. Although he was a jock in high school, Brandon knew that sports wouldn't be his future. Instead he went to college for a business. The more we talked; the more we realized we clicked with each other. And, our conversation moved to more personal matters.

I talked about how I was bullied. He told me stories about how he protected people from being bullied. It stemmed from being bullied about being poor, at young age. As he aged, he was blessed with good looks and a strong body. He used what he got to join his football team, freshman year, and from there he gained popularity and respect from his peers. But, he never forgot about the little guy, and stood up for those in need.

At our college, he quickly became Mr. Popular. He got invited to parties and always invited me. I got to see him in action. He liked including everyone, no matter who they were or how they looked. He stood up to assholes at the parties. People loved him and respected him. In my eyes he was my ideal version of a super hero. I was developing a bad crush on him. What made it worst was that he was straight and quickly got a girlfriend, in his first year at college.

Our first year of college went by and it was great. Thanks to Brandon, my life was more social. I made friends and started coming out of my shell. For Brandon, it was going great. He was still the top man on campus and his grades were great. But, he was hit hard by the freshman 15, or more like the freshman 30, in his case. The partying, studying, beer and jockish eating habits started adding fat on his body. His belly started sticking out. His muscle became less defined. Don't get me wrong he was still hot. He had an average beefy frat bro build going on. He was still the life of the party. His relationship with his girlfriend was going strong. But, his stomach didn’t stop expanding.

Moving into our third year of college, nothing changed. Nothing, except ... Brandon's weight. By this point he stopped working out and all his muscle was gone. Only fat remained. Brandon didn't come from a wealthy family, so he couldn't just afford a new wardrobe. So, he just bought a few bigger pairs of pants. Now without his muscles, his chest and arms were smaller. This allowed his shirts to still fit comfortably on his expanding body. He quickly got the nickname "keg" because of how big he was getting and how much he could drink. He was starting to lose the respect of those around him. Before no one would dare make fun of him, but now fat jokes were becoming a common occurrence for him. But, he played and laughed along.

It was our last year off college and Brandon was completely unrecognizable. I learned he gained 130 pounds, since the start of college. And it showed. His new size 46 pants barely were able to button. His old size 2xl shirts were now skin tight. They hugged his ball belly and perfectly outlined his pair of fat tits. You could tell he should had moved to 3xl shirts by now, as his shirts constantly rode up his stomach. In order to help prevent this he started tucking in his shirts, which made his already hard to miss stomach even more noticeable. He was too stubborn to buy new clothes. He had the mind set that if it still fit he would wear it. He also always said he was planning on losing weight, so buying bigger clothes would just be a waste.

Now he was the main attraction at parties. People would always come to him and dare him to eat or drink something. People liked bringing up how fit and hot he used to be. They'd make fun of how out of shape he was. They'd warn each other  to watch out or they would get as fat as the Hog, which was Brandon's new nick name. Everyone loved teasing him by slapping his belly, scoping his boobs and watching his rolls jiggle. A  lot of guys would even stuff beach balls in their shirt and pretend to be him. You could tell Brandon was becoming bothered by all the jokes. But, now there was no stopping it.

One day, I hear him yell "Fuck!" I rushed to see what's up. Brandon was stuffed into a too small suit. The buttons on his dress shirt were straining. His dress pants weren't even close to getting over his thick thighs. He turned to face me and the buttons on his shirt popped off. Releasing his caged stomach in a tidal wave of jiggling flesh. His checks turn red. "I was hoping to wear this for my 3 year anniversary with Becca. This fit me last year for that business internship."

"Why don't you ask Tom for some clothes to borrow." I said trying to help. Tom was a 5th year college student. He lived in the same dorm complex, as us. He was the fattest guy we knew and had always been that way. He was nerdy and hung out with a different crowd, and he always seemed nice. "No, I can't just ask Tom, that's weird. And his clothes are probably to big. I don't want to look baggy and sloppy on this important night." Alex complained"Well it doesn't hurt to try." I said.

Brandon sighed and agreed. He got dressed and we went to see Tom. We explained the situation and he agreed. Tom pulled out a suit and Brandon put it on. To both mine and Brandon's surprise, it was a struggle to get it on. It fit, but was still tight. "Do you have anything bigger maybe something newer." Brandon asked. "No ... sorry. I just bought that yesterday for my new job." He explained. I could see Brandon's face, as his heart sank.

"Oh ... okay. Well this will have to do." Brandon said quickly. Tom nodded allowing us to take the suit and we left. On the way back Brandon said "What the fuck! I'm fatter than Tom. Have I been that blind to how big I have gotten." He let out, as I remained silent. He was to busy battling his thoughts to care. I know, I'm not one to talk, but it was true. (Brandon got really fat) I thought to myself. (It probably hasn't been since sophomore year since I have found him attractive.) Once we got back, I quickly left, because time was getting close for Becca to arrive.

I spent my time at a party and decided to head back at 2 am. I walked back to our apartment and saw Brandon shirtless, on the couch, looking at T.V. His boobs out in full display and his fat belly extended to it's full size. It took me some time to realize he was wearing some underwear. He was also surrounded by empty boxes of pizza, beer cans, and a melting tubs of ice cream. He turned to me. His eyes were red with beer and tears.

"She broke up with me, man. She said I was getting too fat. I am not attractive to her anymore. Apparently we haven't been having sex, because my fat ass was crushing her. I told her I would change. I told her I would lose weight. I kept begging her. That's when she told me she been fucking Mike. She has been cheating on me with that asshole. Why him out of anyone?" He let out in burst of rage, sadness and desperation.

Mike was the person who picked on Brandon the most. He gave Brandon the nickname Hog. And, liked making sure Brandon knew how fat and disgusting he was. He also like rubbing his fit athletic body in Brandon's face, trying to remind Brandon about how hot he use to be and how much he let himself go. I moved closer to sit next to Brandon.

"I'm a fat fucking hog. I'm fucking bigger than fat-ass John. I'm the laughing stock of my friends. They probably all knew Mike was fuckin’ my girl. I can't run, anymore. I struggle getting my shoes on. I get out of breathe just by walking out of this building, let alone going up and down the stairs. Apparently, I been crushing my girlfriend trying to get my deeply buried penis in her, to have sex." He yelled and tossed empty pizza boxes across the room."I didn't know you felt like this ... you never said anything thing. You seemed happy." I let out.

"Yeah, I was ... Or maybe I was lying to myself. Maybe I always knew what I know now ... I was such a fool. But, being with Becca helped blind me to the truth. But now that's gone. My life is over. I damaged my body beyond repair. People will always see this before getting to know me." He said pick up his big belly and shaking it. Sending waves of fat throughout his.body. " I will always be the fat disgusting joke. The fat slob that did this to himself. And, I did. I did it to myself. Your lucky. You have stayed the same throughout these years. I would literally kill if it meant I could be skinny like you."

Everything he was saying was hitting me right in the heart. I felt sad for him. The hot jock I once knew sat defeated, now in a body he saw as a prison of fat. When we met I was the fat one and now he called me skinny. He was always good to me and others. Before he was the butt of the joke, he would help the voiceless. But, nobody was there to help him when he was getting mocked. Hesitantly I said, "I have something that could help."

"What are you talking about?" Brandon asked. I was worried because I never tried it again after the first experience."I can make you skinny, right now." I said "Fuck you" he said, "I opened up to you and now you are making fun of me. I never thought you would be like the rest. I'm fat not a fucking idiot." "No ... I'm serious. I can help. But you have to agree. I want you to be okay with it" I pleaded

He looked at me with drunk eyes and sighed "okay ..okay I got nothing to lose. Either you actually do it or I find out your an asshole like the rest.""Okay but before I do it ... I should tell you..." I try to explain. "No just stop and do it. I don't care. If you can make me fit again, I can deal with the consequences. I DON'T want to hear it." He said aggressively and with a little hope starting to form in his voice.

We both became quite. And I just examined his body. Trying to get the feel for my powers again. Trying to find a good place to start. I moved my hand to his fat filled boobs. He shook a little. I started messaging them. I could tell he felt awkward. His face started to become red in embarrassment. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt betrayed. But, he doesn't stop me.

I started to feel bad for putting him in this situation. (He must think I’m an asshole/creep for putting him into this situation. Maybe I didn’t have my powers anymore.) I could feel him starting to pull away, from me. In that moment I wanted nothing more but to help him and apologize.  And, with that, my hands started to warm-up. I could feel energy rushing out of my body and he started to moan. His breast felt like clay in my hands. His moans become more intense, as the fat started dissolving. I kept rubbing his chest down. Once his breast got small enough, I began to form them into pecs. They started becoming rock hard, as if chiseled by a Greek god. I worked on rubbing the rest of his body. Each new body part filled Brandon with Ecstasy. I shrunk his belly and give him rock hard abs. I pumped up his arms and legs with muscle. I gave him a nice juicy ass and tone back. Like a sculpture, I begin to chisel fine details into his body. Getting as close to the first time I met him.

I saw his body pulsating and growing more muscular by the second. He continued to moan in pleasure, as he reaches for my hand. He slowly guided it over his muscular chest and rock hard abs. Finally he stopped at his crotch. And, I could feel what he wanted me to see. His fat pad was still there, drowning his dick in lard. I was hesitant to remove his underwear. But, between the moans and flexing he nodded. I removed his underwear and pushed his fat-pad back. Shrinking it, I revealed his hard 6 inch dick. I start messaging his dick and start stretching it. Slowly I extended it to 7 ... 8 ... stopping at 9 inches. I also rubbed his balls making sure they stayed proportionate to his now larger dick. Finally everything stopped changing as Brandon let loose in one big orgasm, Jizz fountain-ed out of his dick and on to his body, bed, and my hands. With that I was finished, and began to worry what changed inside Brandon's mind.

He reclined on the bed and put his arms behind his head. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Damn your good." He said. "Fuck I can't believe you did it. This fucking got me in the mood for some action." "Well the party might still be going on ... get some chicks ... show off your body." I replied. Still concerned. Did I turn him into a sex addict or is this a normal response?

"Why would I want to fuck a chick. Your the one that gave me this body. And, since I like guys ... I thought you'd deserve the first test drive." He said flirtatiously. My heart raced fast "Oh no! I turned you gay." I let out. Brandon laughed "what's wrong with that. I know you always wanted some of this. Since the first day, I met you, I knew you were gay and had a crush on me. I’m actually surprised you never came out to me. I want to pay you back for what you just did. I mean this will be a one time thing, because we are friends and I don't want to ruin that. But, come on and get it while the offer still stands"

I stood there motionless, as he began making out with me. He didn't seem disturbed by turning gay. And, he is happy. So, I let up and started feeling his rock hard body. He started pushing my head lower. I licked his neck. Then his chest. I made my way through his abs. He stopped at his dick and I began sucking. We fell onto the bed as he moaned. I started rubbing my own cock and I sucked his. He turned me over and shoved his 9 inch cock into me. I scream out in pain. But, it quickly turned into pleasure, as he skillfully moved his now larger cock inside my ass.  As I braced myself on the bed, Brandon moved his hand along my body. He reached for my cock and started to jack me off, as he pumped my ass with his seed.

We both released, as his cum shot-up my ass. And my cum shot onto the bed. We both collapse on the bed, breathing heavy. "Damn, it's actually been a couple months since I had sex." Brandon said in between breaths. "Well this was my second time having sex, and first time as a bottom." I replied. And we both laughed.

The rest of our college lives were fun, but afterwards we naturally went our own ways. I heard he did started up a successful business and began helping his family. But he did teach me a lesson. I had these powers for a reason. Just like Brandon, I was a hero. I could help those who were struggling and give them a chance at a better life. I have heard my Hero’s Call and decided to answer my destiny. So, after getting somethings together, I left my old life. I cut ties to my parents and friends.  If I was going to do this, I had to be completely free. i never stayed anywhere to long.and left soon after helping someone. I never asked for award, but some of these people donated to the cause. I never took more than what I needed.

My first few years were great, but eventually I would learn how magical and complicated the world really was. 

Do you do any inanimate?

As of right now ... no. But, I do enjoy those types of stories, written by the other wonderful writers here on tumblr. I just don't feel like I have the proper mind set to tackle that subject, at the moment.

But, I am planning a swap/transformation fetish series where I will tackle every type of tf I could think of and twist them up, to let myself out of my comfort zone and experience new things. So there will be: fit to fat, fat to fit, age regression and progression, vore, inanimate, male pregnancy, man-beast hybrid, and others I am forgetting to mention.

I don't know when I'll start the series, It could be a long while though.

Buddy Swap (Part 3)

With my mind still racing, I pushed Spencer away from me, it was easy using my new weight. I looked at my former face and punched it, before storming to my room. Once there, I started grieving for my old life. A few hours past, until Spencer came to check up on me.

"Hey Buddy ... so ... how are you doing?" He said attempting to cheer me up. I just turned away from him. "Okay ... so that was a dumb question ... I get your mad ... but ... um ... I promise I'll fix this ... but for right now we gotta make this work. And, It's getting late. So ... I was thinking since we switched bodies ... you might be more comfortable in my bed ... it was designed for my ... your bigger body, anyways... and my clothes are technically yours now ..." I quickly got up, before he finished rambling. Spencer backed up, not knowing what I'm was about to do. I continued walking by, without looking at him. Then I entered his room and locked the door.

The next few days were a blur. I mostly stayed in my room eating and sleeping. Hoping to wake up from this nightmare. But, my head ran the same mantra over and over. "You are a fat piece of shit. This is your body. You're never going back. You are stuck like this forever." Defeated, I came to the realization that Spencer's body was now mine.

Every chance he got, Spencer would check in on me. I would usually reply with a "Fuck you!" or classic middle finger. But, he still came back with some new information about our case. "I went to the shop I got the potion from. The man said it only works on a body once, so we can't take it again... but I'm still gonna look for a solution." I didn't know if I actually believed him. In my mind I felt like he did this on purpose. He always wanted my body, why the fuck wouldn't he. He was probably laughing behind my back.

"Look..." he said " I know you are still are grieving. So, I'll support us both, until your ready. I mean my job is working from home. So as long as the work gets done they won't care who's doing it. And I'll pick up some of your clients at the gym. Besides working out with them will keep this body toned." The more he talked ... the more I wanted to kill him. All I would have to do is suffocate him with my fatass. And so weeks went by and I just stayed home, mopping around, eating, and getting fatter. The stress of working for both of us was getting to Spencer. But, I enjoyed watching him practically kill himself.

For me, being a fat lazy slob became second nature. So, I spent my weeks eating and playing video games. Spencer walked in late one day. He was shirtless from his late night gym session, fuckin show off. He look more ripped and toned then I ever did. He was so fuckin hot. But, I could see his red tired eyes. He saw my fatass and snapped. "Hey you fucking fatass. Get off the fucking couch and do something with your fucking life. I am sick of seeing your fatass just getting fatter. It's fucking been long enough." He yelled.

And finally, all the tension between us came to the exploding point. I got up and rushed towards him. I could tell by the way he looked, he realized what he just said. Now, I had him cornered on a wall. My beach ball stomach press against his firm abs. "Oh ... yeah ... I know what I'm fucking gonna do. I gonna find a magic fucking potion and trick you into drinking it. Then you can be the fucking fat one. Then I'll steal your hard earned life and finally be motivated to stop having a fat lazy slob mentality." I yelled back as I punched him in the face.

Spencer, then, hooked my legs and sent me falling on my fatass. But not before I bear hugged him and brought him down with me. We continued wrestling, throwing punches, pushing, and pulling each other. My gigantic body, versus his fit agile one. I could feel myself slowing, becoming to tired. But, thanks to his workouts. Spencer still had energy. He got on top of me and let out a barrage of punches. Each one becoming softer and weaker.

"I hate you! I hate! You're a fucking disgusting piece of shit. I can't stand looking at you ..." He screamed. Making by blood boil. " You don't deserve this body. You don't deserve it. How could you have done this to your friend. Now he fucking hates you. And, you deserve it. You couldn't make it Iife, in your body. And, now you trapped your friend in it." I realized he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to himself, his old body.

Tears began running down his face. And, I started to tear up to. He got off of me and sat down. I went, to sit next to him. I was finally able to see my friend again. I saw how much pain and guilt he was in. "I think we needed this." I said. "Now everything is out in the open ... but, I think we can get pass this." I said.

"No, I'm sorry. I did this to you. You have every right to hate me. Damn, I hate me. And now everytime I see you, I see the person I hate the most ... me." He said.

"Well, I haven't been making it easy on you. I sat back here making you work yourself to death. And, based on what you told me ... let's just say that body is officially yours now. When you look at me don't think of yourself. Just think of me as your new fat friend." I gave my belly a jiggle, and we both laughed.

"I just want you to know I didn't do this on purpose. And, I promise I will look for a solution. It's just been hard: juggling both jobs, practically getting a PhD on witchcraft and the occult, and dating Jess."

"What!... your still dating online girl."

"Oh ... yeah ... sorry," he said sheepishly. " It just ... since we're stuck for a while ... I thought ..."

"Say no more. Like I said it's your body. So... is it going good." I said feeling a little jealous.

"Yeah, it's been good ... but, we just had our first fight. I think that's why I just snapped at you. But, it will be fine. We're going to work it out. I feel like she is the one."

Maybe it was the weight off our shoulders, us reconnecting, or the passion I felt from the way he talked about love and friendship, but I leaned over and kissed him. He pushed me back. Shocked. "Dude ... just because I'm in your body doesn't mean I gay..." he said in response. I pulled away ashamed. He kept looking at me. His eyes showed that he still felt like he owned me. "Well ... I guess it would be more like masturbation, right." He convinced himself.

He continued to climb on me. My huge body acting as a water bed for his smaller frame. And that night we embraced in love. In that moment, I fully gave him my body and was no longer mad at him. And, he responded by showing how sorry he was. I loved feeling his strong arms struggling to hold as much of my fat body as possible. The sensation of my body jiggling as he rammed my fat ass was pure ecstasy. At the end, we laid next to each. Both of us trying to catch our breath.

"You know if you ever want to lose weight... I could help you out at the gym. Like you offered me that one time." Spencer said, as he became worried he might have just ruined the mood. I just laughed. He leans towards me and embraces as much of me as possible. We cuddled untill we fell asleep.