Id Love My Boyfriend To Be Turned Into A Real Monster Of A Muscle Man

I’d love my boyfriend to be turned into a real monster of a muscle man

I see; you might love your boyfriend now, but you think he could look and be even better right? I could make that happen for him! From what I can see, he's pretty skinny and frail now, somewhat pale too. Don't worry, that's all going to change soon!

He'll be at work, you still at your house. All will seem normal till you receive a string of texts from your boyfriend.

"Not feelin too well, might crash at your place tonight."

"Muscles feelin really swollen, no idea what's wrong with me."

There was a bit of a pause before the next one, and somehow you could already tell something was different.

"Daddy's feelin a bit better, might head to the gym before I see you."

Daddy? Sure you called him that sometimes.. but very rarely. And you can't even remember a time your boyfriend went to the gym! Something was up with him today. Despite your concern, you knew you would see him soon to figure out what was up.

You feel your phone buzz again, your boyfriend sent a picture.

"Gettin hot and sweaty." he captioned it.

This man.. wasn't your boyfriend. He was almost the opposite of him. Big and muscular, tan, bearded; almost everything you sought after in a guy.

"Who is this? How do you have my boyfriends phone?" you messaged back.

"What do you mean habibi? It's me, Sami!"

As you read it, it was like you could almost believe it. The image of your former white boyfriend was growing more faint. The guy in the photo, Sami, your boyfriend, or rather, Daddy, was becoming more believable.

"Coming home now boy, hope you are ready for me."

You panicked; what were you going to do?! Before you could even formulate a plan, there was already a knock at the door. You opened it timidly, and there was Sami. Before you could react, he pulled you into a deep kiss, his beard brushing up against you.

"How..?" you say breathlessly.

"How did I change? I think you know boy, you wanted me like this yes?" Sami replied "I was scared at first, getting older and hairier. But the more I changed the more I loved it, and the more I forgot about my scrawny little self. He's almost like a faint dream to me now."

As he monologed, you felt your brain getting fuzzy, his eyes also glossing over slightly. Your histories were getting rewritten. He was always Sami, your sexy middle eastern daddy. And you were always his boy, his to use and pamper as he wanted.

You didn't even notice, but you were also changing. Getting slightly younger, ass slightly bigger. You were becoming Sami's perfect boy.

Suddenly you both snapped back to reality, not remembering anything about your former selves.

Sami leans close to you, rubbing his bulge against you in a aggressive way.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom, hmm habibi?" he grinned at you. The thought of your daddy ramming you with his fat cock got you instantly hard, as you let him lead you into your bedroom. You really were the perfect couple.

The Bearista (Quick Story)

It was a boring day at the coffee shop. Tyler had been making latte after latte when a ginormous man walked in. He was super intimidating with his enormous pecs and arms, not to mention the tattoos covering his body and face. To be quite honest, Tyler didn't really care. He saw dudes like this all the time come in for a mocha-choka-whatever. No matter how intimidating they were, he knew their true weaknesses by whatever they ordered.

As the man approached, Tyler asked him for his order just as he had so many others that day. "I'm not here for the coffee today," the man said, " I'm here for you." "Me?", queried Tyler. "Did I stutter?", the man asked cheekily, "why don't you take a break and meet me outside? I'll explain then." Confused, but intrigued, Tyler told the other workers that he would be right back and followed the man outside.

As they headed outside, the man pulled out a huge cigar and lit it.

"Look, little dude," the man said, "I've had my eye on you for a long time." Tyler cut him off saying, "Look man, I appreciate that and all, but I have never seen you in my life." "Oh, but you have," the man continued, "I have been in your dreams for a long time. Admit it. You have seen me constantly when you close your eyes, when you think about your perfect man. I'm that image you see when you close your eyes to jack off. Think about it."

Suddenly, like as if he was smacked across the back of his head, Tyler remembered. He was that man. Tyler always had a thing for huge, tatted, biker-ish men, smoking huge cigars...this was literally the man in - or of - his dreams. He almost lost his balance, when the man said, "Don't look so worried, ittle dude. I am here to help you. I know everything about you. I've been inside your mind so long that when I found a way out, I knew I had to find you. We can be together."

"What do you mean, be together?" Tyler asked pulling his own cigar up to his mouth. "What the fuck?", he exclaimed. Again, the big man said, "Chill, little dude! It's all good!"

Tyler hadn't even realized he had aged up about 10 years, his jaw had squared, and his shoulders and pecs had grown to the point his button up shirt was about to his burst. The man continued, "What was it you used to call me?" "Max," Tyler said with a smokey deep baritone voice, as he continued to absentmindley smoke his cigar as if he had done it many, many times before.

"That's right, Max!", he said, "I believe you begged for me to be real. I can remember one cum filled night where you especially wished extra hard, no pun intended. Well, I don't know how or why, but here I am, real as can be." "I can't fucking believe this!", Tyler said as his shirt burst off as his muscles continued to grow and tattoos started springing up all over his body.

"So, how did I get so lucky to have the man of my dreams come to life?", Tyler asked. "I dunno, big dude," Max said, "but there was one little catch." "What was that?", Tyler asked while taking a haul on his cigar with his bulging muscles now free and released to the sun. "You were never my ideal man, until now!", Max said as he pulled Tyler in to a smokey, passionate kiss.

Normally I'm a size medium but something about this XXL jockstrap is speaking to me. Any guesses why?

Aw, what, did you forget to take your morning gummies? C’mon, even an old gay like you has a sharper mind than that! This ain’t your first rodeo! As if you don’t remember the fact that you added that extra X to the XL yearsss ago! The pretty pink speedo has been pushed to its limits by soft curves, the very same curves you now possess. Gazing down at an unfamiliar, doughy, hairy body, you begin to smell the scent of stale sweat right as you feel the swampy dampness in your crotch and between your ass cheeks, the aftermath of a total bear icon dancing it up in the clubs, chubby body sweating buckets.

And that pink beard? Ugh! Everything. When you reflect on who you used to be, your connection to your true past self seems to go pop like chewing gum. You remember being a skinny, rambunctious twink that couldn’t go a day without taking shot after shot and riding cock after cock. Eventually, all that alcohol caught up to you, and now after all those years, you’re a bloated, still rambunctious bear who still jiggles all his assets in the club weekly. Everyone loves your energy! Maybe your hygiene could be better, but nobody’s perfect.

Funny thing about your transformation magic, though. Your new, vain self really only craves one of two things besides hogging out on desserts: being railed by a big fat cock, or hanging out with other iconic gay bottoms who totally get your POV. When young, snobby twinks come into contact with you, your residual magic has a habit of zapping them and making them fit along better to your fantasy. After all, if you can’t go home with a thick cock deep in your bare, hairy, sweaty, fat ass…

Then go home with a new bestie who gets all your dated jokes & is always happy to gossip about the best dicks to ride in town!

Sometimes several. More the merrier, right?

RP/DMs

Feelin bored and uninspired. If anyone wants to hit me up with any story/rp ideas I’m always down

Kiss in Time - Extra

A little something extra I wrote as an add on to my most recent story. Go read that, linked below, if you want to know what's going on here!

Kiss in Time

~~~

Wavell and Dane were splayed out on their bed, both panting for breath as they came down from the high of their 24 hour non stop sex celebration of the new year.

"Now that is what I call a new year's celebration!" Dane said as his massive chest heaved up and down.

Wavell rolled over and ran a hand through the hair on Dane's chest. "You could certainly say that yes. Though I think there might be two other people having a celebration of their own we should check on no?"

Dane grinned. "Oh I was hoping you'd say that. I've been dying to see those two go at it. I unfortunately don't think I can move my legs after that..."

It was Wavell's turn to chuckle as he waved a hand. One wall of the room seemed to shimmer slightly, and a dimly lit bedroom with two familiar men on the bed came into view. "Walk in and watch from inside, or just stay here. They won't see or hear us..." Wavell said as both men turned their attention to the scene before them.

~~~

Gideon was currently on his back in his blond twink body, moaning like a whore whilst Nate, true brunet hunk, slammed into his ass. Several cum soaked tissues were strewn around the room; this wasn't their first fuck of the day.

"You like that faggot?? You like taking straight cock like the slut you are?" Nate shouted down at Gideon. "Can't believe I've got my cock in a dude, but your little fag hole is so damn tight!!"

Gideon nodded and moaned, his short cock already leaking. "I'm your fag Nate!! Your cock loving horny gay slut!" Gideon wailed. His slender hands roamed over his smaller body as his ass got fucked, touching every inch of his twink self.

Nate grinned. "Just a tight fag hole for me to fill when I can't get a girl, that's all you are!" Nate was fucking into Gideon's ass with no remorse, not holding anything back and using every ounce of the strength his body had to fill Gideon's ass.

The next several minutes were filled with more of the same. Nate slammed himself violently down into Gideon's ass whilst he acted just as homophobic as Gideon had been that first day, whilst Gideon seemed to lap up every second of the slurs and harsh words thrown his way.

Once they had both cum in an explosion of cum, Nate collapsed down to the bed and pulled Gideon against him. They spent a couple of seconds like that before Gideon's body started to grow again, bigger and bulkier until he was back to his jock form.

"You really okay we did that?" Nate asked with a slightly concerned expression.

Gideon smirked and nodded. "Yeah, I am. It's fucked up I know, but honestly that was a lot of fun." He ran a hand over Nate's abs and chest, then gave his cheek a quick kiss. "You make a very convincing straight asshole, but I'm glad you're not really."

"As long as you're okay with it we can have fun with that little roleplay anytime you want to." Nate said after he'd returned Gideon's kiss with one of his own. "You've got to grow yourself whilst we fuck one of these days, that I have *got* to see."

Gideon laughed and glanced down at himself. "Yeah, this shifting this really is something huh?"

"It is indeed."

~~~

Dane rolled over and raised an eyebrow at Wavell. "Looks like they had fun, even if that wasn't what I expected out of those two."

"Well my love, you never know how people's past experiences will develop as kinks." Wavell said as he took a seat back on the bed. "Though that was certainly hot to watch there's no doubt. Gives me an idea for some fun of our own we could have..."

The Morning After

Special thanks to @bodyswappingandshit for helping with the translations in this one!

~~~

Luke was regretting getting so ridiculously hammered the previous night. He wasn't usually the type, but with his last day of college finally over after three long years, he and his friends had decided to celebrate. A few drinks at a local pub, then he'd head home and spend the rest of the night with his boyfriend he had told himself. A few drinks turned into more, then more drinks became them stumbling into a nightclub he'd never been to before. The rest of the night was totally blank after the fourth round of shots at the club.

That brought him to the following morning. The worst hangover on the planet left him feeling like he was barely alive, almost completely unable to process his surroundings. All Luke knew was he needed coffee and to throw up, not necessarily in that order. He was vaguely aware of something off as he stood up, some weird weight in all the wrong places, but between his head feeling like it had been shoved in a blender and the imminent urge to chuck his guts up, he couldn't bring himself to care one bit.

After spending an awful amount of time crouched over the toilet, Luke finally stumbled into the kitchen to grab coffee. He stood around in a daze as he waited for the pot from his coffee machine to finish, a mug set out on the side ready. The liquid he so desperately needed felt like it took hours to brew, even if it was only a few minutes, but once he was finally done he grabbed the pot and turned to pour himself some.

"Arrrgh, mierda, mi cabeza…" He groaned. 

Luke rubbed his throbbing head after he poured out his much needed coffee, then frowned. It took him a second, but once his tired brain had caught up Luke realised what he'd just said. He'd spoken in fluent Spanish without even thinking. Which for Luke was strange, because he didn't speak a word of Spanish. 

Everything else started to fall into place then. His brain started to kick into gear, and one look down confirmed there was something very wrong. Instead of his usual self, he looked down to see the massive tattooed body of a man he didn't recognise. A man that had to be Spanish from the language he had accidentally spoken. 

Luke, now wide awake, started to brainstorm what could have possibly happened. As an avid transformation fan himself he knew all the tricks, half of them he'd written stories about. He was in his own home, so it wasn't like he'd randomly swapped in the night. A swap at the club then? No, he hadn't seen anyone that looked like this last night. 

A breeze from an open window fluttered some papers left on the counter he'd missed before. Luke's eyes snapped over to them. He scurried over and snatched them up, praying they'd have an explanation. 

His eyes scanned over the page, most of which he couldn't be bothered to read, before they landed on exactly what he needed. 

Thank you for your purchase of one of our state of the art bodysuits! Every purchase means so much to us, as a small family business, so thank you for shopping with us! Please leave a review on our website, and be sure to recommend us to your friends!

Warning: Suits are state of the art with inbuilt metabolic enhancements and mental protections to keep the wearer in top shape regardless of their state when first wearing the suit. If hangover-like symptoms develop whilst inside, remove suit immediately and return to store for fault analysis. Avoid throwing up if possible, as this seals the user inside the suit which can only then be removed in store.

Luke gulped as the realisation set in. He had the worst hangover imaginable, and had thrown up not ten minutes ago. He'd go into store, only he was so drunk last night he couldn't even remember purchasing the thing. Which left one option. 

~~~

Five minutes later, Luke was upstairs in his bed again. 

With no avenue to solve this body suit he was now stuck in, all he could do was embrace it. And embrace it he would. He was going to embrace every inch of his new gorgeous Spanish body over and over again until he was too tired to move. He'd long dreamed of something like this, but for it to actually happen with no option but to go along with it, now that had Luke hard as a rock.

He started with his chest. Luke flexed and squeezed the two slabs of muscle, and watched in awe as they moved under his touch. The coating of hair only added to the pleasure as he ran his hands over his new powerful chest. He’d never had muscle like this, but had long wished for it, so the reality of his situation All the touching had his cock throbbing and starting to leak, much to his glee. 

“¡Este maldito cuerpo, oh Dios…!” Luke muttered as his right hand drifted down over his abs towards his cock.

He wrapped his hand around the larger shaft as he always did, but after a couple of seconds with his right hand around his cock, Luke realised something felt off. It reminded him of the time he’d injured his hand as a teenager and was forced to jerk off with his left when he couldn’t take it anymore. So, with a little hesitancy he switched hands to his left, and instantly felt better.

Luke groaned and squeezed his cock. “Guess I’m a lefty like James now…” He moaned. “¡Puta madre, sí…!”

He barely noticed the continued use of Spanish as he touched himself. The odd word kept slipping out as his left hand stroked his length, ‘puta madre’ and ‘mierda’ as he finally got a feel of his new length. It was long and thick, definitely way above the average size he'd been before, and was way more sensitive. His balls were bigger too he quickly realised; fat and hairy and ready to spew a huge load of cum as soon as Luke got to his orgasm. 

Everything about this new body of his felt like the pleasure and sensitivity was dialled up to eleven. His cock throbbed when he brushed a thumb over and tweaked his nipples; he moaned when he fondled his balls whilst stroking his above average length; there was a power behind his muscles he’d never felt anything like before.

“So god damn sexy Alejo…!” Luke moaned as he bucked his hips. He groaned and squeezed his cock as a strange sense of rightness washed over him. “¡Alejo, mi nombre es Alejo!”

The revelation hit him like a ton of bricks, and he came on the spot. Thick ropes of cum spilled out from his cock and landed across the bed and his body as Alejo moaned through his orgasm. It felt so shockingly right to think of that name as his own; he wasn’t Luke anymore, not now he was stuck in this bodysuit. He was Alejo, he was Spanish, and he loved it.

“I guess I’m Spanish now…” He forced out in a slightly clumsy sounding English once he finally slumped down to the bed again, covered in his own cum. “¡No me quejo ni de lo más mínimo! Debería decirle a James…”

~~~

Alejo was relieved to know he still remembered his phone password when he found where he’d left it the previous night; tucked into the pocket of a pair of jeans he didn’t recognise in a pile with some other clothes in the living room. It didn’t accept his fingerprint or face ID for obvious reasons, and it would have sucked to be stuck without it. 

He pulled up the text conversation with his boyfriend after his eyes had adjusted to the harsh light of the screen. James would still be at work right now, but he didn’t want to wait until he got home later to break the news. He started typing, barely paying attention to the language he was typing in.

Luke/Alejo: ¡Puta madre, James! Anoche me puse muy pedo y verga, algo pasó y se fue a la mierda.

The response came through a few minutes later as Alejo slumped down on the sofa.

James: Umm, Luke??

James: What?

James: Was that Spanish? You don’t speak Spanish.

Luke/Alejo: ¡Oh, perdón!

Alejo shook his head a little as he stared down at his phone. He was quickly realising Spanish was the default language for this body, he had to focus on it to remember to text in English.

Luke/Alejo: I said some crazy shit went down last night after I got drunk and that kinda proves my point 😅

James: Last time I checked getting drunk doesn’t suddenly make you fluent in another language but okay. 😂

James: What happened then? You get deep into Duolingo last night or something?

Luke/Alejo: Not exactly…

Luke/Alejo: I can’t remember a whole lot at the minute. I remember going to the club and partying a lot. Then drinking a lot. After that it’s a bit of a blur so I’m not sure how or when it happened but I think I bought a bodysuit…

James: Are you having me on or something? A bodysuit?

James: Is this the start of some roleplay you're trying? You know I can't until I'm home from work.

Luke/Alejo: ¡No! ¡Estoy diciendo la verdad! ¡Lo traigo puesto ahorita!

James: English babe?

Luke/Alejo: Agh sorry. Pretty sure this bodysuit's native tongue is Spanish. But I’m telling you that I’m wearing it right now!

James: So you're a Spanish guy?

James: Prove it

James: Send me a picture of you in our place, wearing something of mine.

James: Then I might believe you’re not pulling my leg.

Luke/Alejo: Fine I will! Let me find something

His eyes darted up from his phone and around the living room for anything that belonged to his boyfriend. Eventually he landed on a loose t-shirt that was hanging on the back of a chair to dry. It would probably be a little tight, since James was smaller than his new body, but it would do. 

Alejo slipped the t-shirt on then set his phone on a timer to take the picture. He ended up taking a few different ones, then sent the best over to James. 

Luke/Alejo: Believe me now?

Luke/Alejo:

James: Shit

James: You really are in a suit

James: Well, then I guess you certainly chose well Luke!

He bristled slightly at getting called Luke for the second time by James, but let it go for now. He wasn’t sure exactly how that news would go, so he tried his best to ignore it for now.

Luke/Alejo: Hahahaha gracias… though I really don’t remember choosing it at all. I just woke up and boom, Spanish hunk

James: That's quite the way to wake up!

Luke/Alejo: Hahaha yeah for sure 😅 I might have already jerked off once…

James: Oh really?

James: Why am I not surprised.

James: How was it?

Luke/Alejo: Amazing. De puta madre. 

James: I bet!

James: You were already trying to workout and get bigger, and now you’ve got that. 

James: Must have felt so good to touch all that new muscle…

Luke/Alejo: Yeah I was but this has definitely leaped me forward a few steps. All the muscle feels great and trust me when I say that everything is bigger

James: Everything huh? You'll have to give me a demonstration later before you take it off.

Here was where he had to drop the major news. This is what he’d been dreading having to say, even if he knew it would probably be alright. Alejo gulped, then nervously started typing. 

Luke/Alejo: Yeah so that’s the thing…

Luke/Alejo: I read the warning label and apparently you’re not supposed to wear them when you’re hungover and especially if you’re vomiting

Luke/Alejo: Long story short I don’t think I can take it off without going back to the shop and having it removed

James: And since you don't even remember buying the thing, you don't know where that shop is, do you?

Alejo grimaced a little as he read that last text. He knew he didn’t, that much had become clear as he’d sobered up. James had hit the nail on the head. 

Luke/Alejo: Well the papers I have from buying it have the name of the shop so I could probably track it down

He took a deep breath before he continued. His nerves were shot to bits. Despite how well James was currently taking things, he was still nervous. He saw the three little dots pop up to show James was typing, then quickly disappear again. If that wasn’t his cue to continue, he didn’t know what was.

Luke/Alejo: I’m not sure I want to though. I don’t think I want this fixed. This body feels good  mi amor, better than I’ve ever felt before

Alejo dropped the phone and glanced away from it as soon as he hit send. His heart was threatening to burst through his ribcage with how hard it was hammering in his chest. He hadn’t realised how nervous he would be about this when he first picked up his phone, but that little twinge of doubt wormed its way in as he waited for a reply. Was this really the right thing to do? Should he just go get the suit removed and go back to being Luke? Could he-

A vibration from his phone interrupted the spiral of doubt and confusion he was headed down. 

James: Firstly, calm down babe.

Alejo snorted out a laugh. James really did know him well. 

James: Second, if you think I’m going to say I don’t want my boyfriend to be a hunky Spanish beefcake you’re crazy.

James: Like seriously, you’re a fucking stud.

James: If you want to stay like that I’m the absolute last person on the planet that will tell you not to. 

James: I love you Luke. 

James: Especially if you’re a huge Spanish jock. 😜

He let out a huge sigh of relief when he read over James’s texts. He was going to kiss the shit out of his boyfriend when he got home. There was just one more thing to address, which he was far more confident in asking now he’d seen the reaction to wanting to stay.

Luke/Alejo: There is one more thing, about my name… I just don’t feel like Luke is me anymore. It’s kinda hard to explain but I think I’d rather you call me Alejo if that’s alright…

James: Whoa, really?

Luke/Alejo: Something about that name just feels right. Alejo. Short for Alejandro. That’s me now

James: Alejo...

James: Okay. Yeah. Alejo it is.

James: I can’t wait to moan your name later Alejo

Alejo shifted where he sat. Of course James had been alright with that too, and jumped straight to being sexual. It felt good to see his lover calling him Alejo so easily, it reaffirmed to him he wasn’t doing the wrong thing.

Luke/Alejo:  No puedo dejar de pensar en lo increíble que será penetrarte con mi verga y llenarte de mi leche. 

James: I don’t even know what that says and I know it’s dirty. Why is you texting me in Spanish getting me even harder than normal??? I'm at work you naughty boy.

Luke/Alejo: Hahaha! I’ll admit I did it on purpose that time. I was hoping you’d like it

James: Fuck it, I'm gonna tell them I'm sick and come home early.

James: I need to see this for myself. See you for myself Alejo.

Luke/Alejo: Wait, really?

James: My boyfriend texts me to tell me he's now a Spanish hunk named Alejandro? FUuuucckkkkk that's hot

James: Of course I’m going to rush home for a “family emergency”.

James: Of course, my lovely boyfriend might need to send me another picture or two of what exactly this emergency is so I can be sure it’s important enough to leave work early…

Luke/Alejo: Hahaha sure!

Taking more pictures wasn’t something he had any issues with. Laid out on his stomach with his phone on a timer again, he practised posing a little in a few different angles. He spent a couple of minutes taking pictures of himself, then narrowed it down to his favourites to send to James. 

Luke/Alejo: How’s this?

Luke/Alejo:

James: Sweet Jesus I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend.

James: You’re so god damn sexy Alejo.

Luke/Alejo: I look good don’t I? Still want me to go back to that shop?

James: No, please don't go back.

James: I want you like this.

James: Alejandro. Not Luke. My Alejo.

Luke/Alejo: Well then you’d better get back here and show me just how much you want Alejandro to stay

James: I’m going to get fined for speeding, but it’ll be worth it. 

James: I’ll leave you to think about what you’re going to tell your parents whilst I drive home. 😂

Luke/Alejo: They might be having a new Spanish son from now on I suppose 😅

Luke/ Alejo: See you soon beautiful

Alejo dropped his phone down on the sofa and stood. That conversation couldn’t have gone better, all he had to do now was wait. Wait, and try not to think about breaking the news to his parents. 

He wandered over to the kitchen where his coffee had been discarded in favour of jerking off earlier. The cup he’d poured had gone cold as he had guessed it would have, but the rest of the pot was still hot. He dumped out the cold stuff and poured a new one, then rested himself against the counter and took a sip. He really couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

As he stood and idly stared out the window he wondered if they should go looking for the store after all. Not for his purposes though. No, Alejo had other plans…

~~~

Hope you all enjoyed this one! There will me more coming in collaboration with my favourite @mrwavellswaps, so keep your eyes out! We've got multiple different endings planned, but I'd love to see other's takes of how this should go too! Feel free to write an ending of your own!