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Twink Death

After a less than amicable breakup with his boyfriend Robbie, Liam was desperate for revenge. Not only had the twink dumped him to begin dating their mutual best friend (although they had taken part in a four-month affair prior to the official dissolution of Robbie and Liam’s relationship), but Robbie had also gone and erased every trace of Liam’s existence from their social media pages as if he was some sort of disgusting stain. The average-built man was not going to happen without consequences!

So upon enlisting the services of a self-identifying witch in town, the man spent a good chunk of his own money to create a curse that he thought would completely destroy the egotistical and image-driven twink. In addition to the man’s physique bloating to be a solid mix of muscle and flab to fully destroy his twink status, Robbie also included some significant age progression and body hair growth to make the man the literal embodiment of twink death. By the time his curse was done with him, there would be no hint of who the man once was!

Although the magical energy directed towards Liam did everything as Robbie desired, time ultimately revealed that it was somehow anything but a curse for the former twink. Given such significant changes being done to him, the witch had included some reality alterations to help remedy the 25 years added to his body – which had actually turned the man into a bonafide success in this new reality! Prior to the change, the man had been an aspiring photographer and now post-transformation he was a highly regarded photographer who made a killing with queer-themed photoshoots in addition to doing pornographic photography for countless porn stars.

In addition, the man’s body confidence didn’t seem to falter despite adding an extra 150 pounds of mass in addition to a ton of body hair. Rather than hiding in baggy clothing in an attempt to cover it, Robbie (or Robert as he was now known in this reality) continued to flaunt his physique without a care in the world. As such, the photographer’s social media pages were often filled with images of the middle-aged man sporting a flamboyant crop top while displaying his firm belly and flexing his impressive biceps. 

Hell, he didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was nearly bald and his facial hair was all wiry and grey! It made no sense and it wasn’t fair that he got to thrive while Liam was still suffering and reeling from the breakup…

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On the set of his most recent photoshoot, Robert couldn’t help but feel incredibly happy and confident with his new life. He had no idea what had happened to cause him to turn into a 45-year-old DILF, but it was genuinely the biggest blessing in disguise! He could recall everything about his former life still despite those things no longer occurring in this new universe, which made him relieved to realize that he was still dating his best friend Peter despite their newly significant age gap. Rather than bonding over mutual college art and photography courses, this new reality had changed it so the duo had met and instantly fallen in love at a local gay club while Robert was in town for a photoshoot.

So despite losing 25 years of his life, it was immensely worth it as he had everything he could possibly want. He had the career of his dreams, the love of his life, and a body that he found strangely alluring! Although he loved being a tanned twink with luscious curly blonde hair, it was a welcome change to mature into someone that looked so naturally imposing and manly. Of course, in the weeks since his sudden transformation, the man had also learned to discover just how highly desirable “daddies” like him were. As he and his boyfriend swayed on the dancefloor, he found countless eyes sizing him up with lustful glares that only fueled his already pronounced ego. Becoming a daddy was a dream come true and he was thankful for whatever had blessed him with such a life! 

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Father-Son Bonding

When Scott Matthews first found out that his girlfriend was pregnant, the 20-year-old college student was ecstatic. Despite the newfound stress he now felt in terms of finding a career that could sustain a wife and kid, there was nothing else that he wanted more than to be a father. 

In his youth, the man found great solace in his close relationship with his father, so when Scott and his wife went in for an ultrasound and discovered that they would be parents to a boy, the man was eager to replicate it with his first-born. Just like his father, Scott was an incredibly athletic and handsome guy, which allowed his father to help mold him into a standup guy who was both instantly charismatic to others and appealing to the eyes. His father helped coach him in sports and do fitness training with him on the weekends, so the concept of doing the same for his own kid was extremely exciting for the expecting father.

But as his son Jacob was born and began to grow up, Scott was disappointed to learn just how different his life was in comparison to how he envisioned it. Firstly, the man had never considered the concept of being a single father, but he was forced to accept it after losing his wife to cancer a few weeks after Jacob’s sixth birthday. Even prior to the death of his wife, being the main breadwinner was a lot of stress and hard work so the fact that he now had to handle his roles on top of his wife’s after her death made him feel incredibly overwhelmed.

Additionally, the warm tight-knit relationship that Scott aimed to form with his son never really materialized. Attempts to play catch or be active outside were instantly rejected by the young boy, who would have much rather stayed inside to read books and watch television. Despite his own disappointment in not having a sporty son, the man still viewed his son’s behavior adorable as it just reminded Scott of how much Jacob resembled his mother. But in the aftermath of his wife’s death, it soon became a painful reminder of what he lost and thus only caused the duo to become more disconnected as they both grew up. 

By the time sixteen years since his birth had occurred, Jacob had also come to realize a similar case of disappointment and resentment towards his relationship with his father. Unlike his popular and athletic father, Jacob was more of a reserved academic – who found flexing his intellect more interesting than his muscles. In school his father was a straight C student, so the 16-year-old wasn’t too shocked to realize that the mid-30s man didn’t have much understanding or interest in most of his hobbies or coursework (including the AP courses he took at school).

Yet even if his dad didn’t understand anything, Jacob still would have loved it if his dad ever attempted to show up to his various events and provide some encouragement. But unfortunately, the young man was forced to attend mathlete competitions and Science Olympiad events utterly alone with no one to cheer him on. Of course, his dad said that he couldn’t get off of his factory job to go, but Jacob knew deep down that his dad just simply didn’t want to go. He always knew that he resembled his mother more than his father, so sometimes when he’d sit and think about why his dad wouldn’t come, he’d feel guilty believing that he was a constant reminder of his father’s loss and suffering.

Eventually, their tensions reached an all-time peak after his father didn’t come to the final mathlete competition of the semester. As they drove home, Jacob was the one to break the tension, asking why his dad hated him so much. From there, their conversation bounced between annoyance to tear-filled responses as the duo finally purged themselves of all of their innermost thoughts. Once his dad’s truck pulled into the driveway, Jacob exited and headed into the house with haste before slamming shut his bedroom door and falling into his bed.

Despite wanting to patch things up with his son, Scott’s own tear-filled eyes caused him to choose to give the duo some alone time so they could properly comprehend their emotions. As a result, the duo simply fell asleep crying into their pillows, wishing that somehow someday their bond would be unbreakable and the duo would equally understand each other. 

Upon waking up that next morning, both men were shocked to find that their bodies had been swapped. Of course, such a shock caused both men to decide that they needed the day off to fully focus on figuring out what happened and how to swap back. So now forced into the fatherly role, Jacob called into his father’s job before then calling his high school to state that his “son” was sick and thus staying home for the day.

For both men, it was equally uncomfortable and unnerving to find themselves in each other’s bodies, especially due to Scott’s new teenage morning wood refusing to dissipate and thus forcing him to deal with his son’s boner. The same could be said for Jacob upon waking up in his dad’s body, especially as his father slept nearly nude besides his underwear so the teenager was forced to look at a rather scandalous amount of his father’s muscular mid-30s dadbod.

Despite their best attempt at finding some sort of online solution or consulting with supposed “magical consultants”, no solution to their body swap problem ever presented itself to the duo. As a result, the worries of both income and teenage truancy meant that they were left with no other choice but to live the lives that they had been magically forced into.

Understandably, the adaptation period was quite rough for both men as they adapted to the new roles that they were either 20 years too early or too old for. For Jacob, it was an instant struggle adapting to being the hardworking breadwinner of the family. Additionally, the teenager wasn’t the type to get his hands dirty or be physically active, so the concept of going to work in a factory was incredibly daunting and terrifying quite frankly. In fact, there had been several instances in his first week as his dad that the young man had nearly gotten himself severely injured by a machine.

As for Scott, the popular and athletic man had quite a rough time adapting to his son’s life. Rather than the countless friends that he had growing up, Jacob only had three best friends who were a part of the same programs and clubs as Scott’s son. As a result, his social life was relatively limited and thus meant that he had a lot of free time to just wander around town or find somewhere to hang out to avoid going home and interacting with his son-turned-father. Additionally, it was an absolute mindfuck for the straight C student to suddenly find himself tasked with living up to his son’s potential. He could barely pass biology and chemistry yet now he was expected to ace AP variations of these courses!

Over time though, the initial distance between the duo faded as they found themselves needing each other to best adapt to their new scenarios. With the several near-injuries that his son experienced at his job, Scott worked hard to help teach Jacob what to do in addition to teaching him about his co-workers and how to stay safe 24/7. In response, Jacob returned the favor by helping tutor his father in those tricky AP subjects that he did in addition to showing up to Scott’s various Science Olympiad and mathlete competitions due to his intense nerves. 

As six months passed, both men had ultimately begun to accept that they would most likely never be going back to their old lives. Yet despite how most would mourn such a loss, neither the new Scott or Jacob felt that way. As time passed and they got into the routine of their new lives, the duo had truly felt as though they had been given a new lease on life. While “Scott” was able to be more mature, it also meant that he had the ability to help improve the family’s situation by beginning night school courses at a nearby college for engineering. In time, the 36-year-old hoped that one day he’d be able to leave the mechanic position at the factory entirely and instead get himself promoted to one of the engineering positions which provided a much more appealing salary.

So as Jordan lifted up his phone to take a selfie with his father at the county fair, both men’s smiles couldn’t have been more genuine as the son’s finger pressed on the camera button. Through some magical interference, the father and son had grown closer than ever and after being able to say they’ve lived both of their lives, each man could confidently say that these were the bodies and lives that they were meant to have.

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Reforming The Police

“Alright officers, I think it’s about time you get back to your car. I’m sure your chief will be wondering why you’ve been gone for so long…”

Immediately, each of the middle-aged cops looked at the elderly woman and nodded with a grin as they savored their new title. Never in their lives did they think that they would ever be addressed as cops, but it was something they were willing to accept for the greater good.

In reality, the two LAPD officers now walking back to their squad car were actually members of a poor, under-served minority-ran area of Los Angeles. Despite the troublemakers in the area who did things from looting to the rampant drug-dealing in the area, officers had been turning a blind eye to all of that. Instead, the department would send squad cars out and the officers would instead target the homeless community or any minority they set their sights on. Anyone who attempted to record the officers would find themselves forcefully beaten up and even be planted with drugs as they were hauled off to the nearest station for booking. Rather than protecting and serving the community, the police force instead mercilessly terrorized them. 

After enough of these instances, the community was desperate for retribution and thus conversed with a local self-proclaimed witch who stated that she had a solution to fixing this rampant issue – creating a trap where the cops would respond to a call and end up swarmed by members of the community. But rather than returning the favor with intense violence, the community members held the cops down as the witch plucked out the souls of two poor yet upstanding citizens in the community and placed them in the bodies of the officers.

With the two cops now back at their patrol car, the witch smiled as her trial run had worked flawlessly. Now, the community could continue with their plan of secretly reforming the police in their image. No longer would the average citizens of the community be terrorized by those meant to protect them, instead a real difference would be made!

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#PlantDaddy

This story was initially a mini-story, but expanded upon and turned into a full-length Patreon story detailing his transformation into the titular Plant Daddy. If you'd like to read, please click here!

As Arthur Flemming took a moment to stand in front of the blue backdrop and pose for the camera, the middle-aged man’s face couldn’t help but develop a stern and intimidating look as the flash finally went off. Although this hadn’t been his intention, the idea of him being an imposing man rather than a kind and sociable man would now be forever immortalized in his brand new lab ID.

Out of all of the problems that had occurred in the past two months though, that was nothing in comparison to the other things that Arthur had been dealing with. Hell, he was dealing with not only a lawsuit from his current employer but he was also dealing with several civil suits due to what he had done. Although it certainly wasn’t his fault that his creation – an aerosol solution that would help strengthen and mature plants to survive increasingly worse conditions due to global warming – was incredibly strong to the point that it worked in any organic matter besides plants, it certainly was his fault for sneaking out a sample of his solution to test out at home. As a result, it was his fault for not only spraying it into the air and causing his own weak and nerdy body to be transformed into that of a middle-aged muscular hunk, but also accidentally letting it traverse through the air ducts of his apartment complex and causing several other residents to go through similar changes. 

Out of all of the people affected in the mini-outbreak that he had caused, Arthur felt the most sorry for the pair of teenage siblings that had been unintended collateral damage from his experiment. The brother and sister duo, who were sixteen and fourteen respectively, had found themselves unfairly thrust into adulthood until they were both in their mid-30s. To make matters even worse, the brother now found himself older than his own parents – 36 in comparison to his parents’ 34 years of age. 

Although the solution had no exact amount of years gained across all individuals affected, Arthur’s calculations perfectly lined up with the duos’ new ages to indicate an average age progression of 20 years. For his own transformation, his fellow scientists had been able to figure out that he had aged 23 years to make him a grand age of 43. Despite having the body of a well-adjusted man with a decent retirement fund and bank account, the reality of the situation was that he was still a broke college student in the midst of his studies.

As a result, his college and its lab department had offered the man an olive branch that would hopefully remedy all of their problems. With the threat of the company getting sued in addition to Arthur, the employment conditions provided meant that the young man was essentially a prisoner in the laboratory. He’d wake up, get dressed, and immediately head into the lab to work on an antidote to reverse the aging of those affected by his at-home trial. Similar to a prison sentence, the man was simply brought trays of food to eat and only allotted an hour a day to go out and get some fresh air.

With the trial fast approaching, the man hoped that someday soon he’d create a solution and be able to fix his mistake. But although he was desperate to help everyone else go back to their original ages (or as close as he could possibly manage), Arthur had no desire of going back to his old self. Despite the lack of freedom he currently had, he still felt more alive than he had ever been due to his new body. Every morning was a dream come true to wake up and have this immense, muscular body and handsome face greeting him in his reflection. The plant solution had given him a new lease on life and he wasn’t ever going to let himself lose that again!

Of course, living in a laboratory could be quite boring but Arthur found a brand new pastime in the form of social media. Prior to his transformation, the man only ever lurked on social media by liking posts or reposting them, but now with this new body, he was in front of the camera nonstop. Given his passion towards saving the environment against global warming in addition to his green thumb, the man found new life as a TikTok influencer by the name of PlantDaddy. In addition to giving tips about taking care of plants and answering viewer questions about how to best take care of their plants, the man also recognized his status as a thirst trap and used that to his advantage. In addition to occasional thirst traps, his informative plant-knowledge posts still provided quite a show by him opting to either be completely shirtless or wearing shirts that left nothing to the imagination.

Although the concept of starting an OnlyFans had ultimately begun as an idea to try and start saving money for all of his lawsuits, the reality of the situation was that Arthur loved nothing more than flaunting his new body. Life had a funny way of taking people down paths they didn’t expect and Arthur believed wholeheartedly that the universe had gifted him the best possible course in life. No longer would he feel ugly and worthless when he had a body most would kill to either have or touch and, as a result, a captivated audience that would listen to and heed anything he said…

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Hey, You!

Yeah man, I’m talkin’ to you, scrolling through tumblr. Thought I couldn't see you? Well I can boy! And I can tell you can see me, checking me out. I can see your eyes wandering downwards. Wish this towel was just a little bit lower huh? Too bad I’m just a picture of some hot Daddy on the internet.

But what if I wasn’t? What if I was in front of you right now; I’d let you feel every part of me body. That is, until I redirect your groping hands to my thick hard cock. That’s right, all this talk has got me super horny.

There’s only one problem; you’re not really my type. You see, I really only go for older daddies like myself. And you.. I mean don’t get me wrong you are cute, but not Daddy. Don’t worry, we can take care of this little problem as well.

Let’s just do a little thought experiment. Let’s just imagine if you were my type, what features you might have. First, you’d have a nice think salt-n-pepper beard, I guess really not too dissimilar to the one you have now. What do you mean you don’t have one? Go give it a feel, just like that yeah. Love when our beards mesh as we kiss.

Next, you need a hairy chest with some nice big pecs. Why don’t you take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with now. Hey not bad actually, you got a nice pair of pecs and love that coat of white fur. The tattoos are a nice touch as well. You don’t have any of that..? Well that hand caressing your nips begs to differ.  Feels good right?

Hmm, I think next is gonna be a fat cock. Based on that fat bulge in your underwear, I can’t tell that’s not going to be a problem. Why don’t you give me a peek? That’s it, tease that dick out. Mm fat and juicy, and those balls man, big and soft. You look a little surprised... not sure why. I know you want to touch it babe, but that’s going to have to wait. I need one more thing from you.

Just relax, I want you to imagine one more thing. Us. Together. We have been since college right? Can you feel that ring on your finger? It’s your wedding ring, the one we both have. Now close you eyes, when you open them you’ll be all back to normal.

Feelin better hubs? Looking as hot as always! Is there a reason you’re naked, looking at me like that? What’s that? Drop that towel? Of course hun’! I think I have a perfect idea of what to do with that fat erection of yours...

I always have dilf fantasy and hope to have one, like a construct site foreman, a coach or a police sheriff. How about "I" feeling a bit troubled by a dilf's over caring, or I should flirting. After claiming "I" am straight and not interest in old men, the dilf shrugs and seems to have the solution to make both satisfied, which is hypnotizing and transforming "me" into his perfect mate sharing the same job and taste.

I could make this happen for sure. Recently joined that big local soccer team right? No no, not as a player. You’re just working finance for the team, making sure everything is in order. You work close with the head coach, and he’s normally helping you late at night tackle some of your work. 

One of those nights, you both manage to finish your work early.

“Nice work as always, wanna head out for dinner with me?” he grins at you, giving you a small squeeze on the shoulder.

Shit, was he coming on to you? Sure he was nice and all, but he wasn’t really your type.

“No, sorry, uh I can’t.” You stutter unconvincingly. 

“Oh, alright” he frowns, looking slightly dejected.

....

Later that week you get a message from him “Hey, mind swinging into the office? Have some files for you.”

You make your way over, walking through his door when suddenly you see him sitting there on the couch.

“Hey buddy, why don’t you take a seat.” He commands.

You feel almost not in control of your body, as you sit there in front of him, not being able to look away from that fat bulge of his.

“Took a little ‘Potion of Suggestibility”; anything I say is going to become the truth!” he explains “Not going to lie, was a little hurt when you rejected me. That’s in the past now though. Now let’s start.”

You eyes widen in panic, and before you can resist...

“You are calm”

Just like that a wave of peace washes over your whole body, you smile. Everything was fine.

“You are just as old as me. You have a thick beard, and a rough masculine face.”

You feel a beard grow out on you face, impressive and a dark ebony color. You skin wrinkles, signs of age appearing all over you. Your features sharpen as well, leaving you with a completely new face. 

“You have big arms, perfect for holding me tight”

Your scrawny arms swell up, you reach up and try to feel your face with your bigger hands. A finger rests on your forehead, giving you a pensive look. He was changing you, but you were really powerless to do anything. You continued to stare at the coach, becoming more and more enraptured.

“You have a hairy chest that you love to show off at all times, especially to me.”

You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt and releasing some thick pecs covered in hair. He was right, everyone loved your big hairy pecs, and you were more then happy to have them on display.

“You are my husband, we’ve been happily married for about twenty years”

You feel some gold on your fingers, as a wedding ring materializes around it. Memories mix in your head like a slurry; you remember meeting him when you found this job, but you also remember meeting him in college. You had quickly became lovers, and had been inseparable since. Surely that one sounds more realistic?

“You have always been this way.”

Just like that, any sense of doubt who you were was removed. You were Angelo’s sexy husband, helping him coach the soccer team from the side. 

“One last thing before the potion wears off...” Angelo says, slowly pulling down his underwear to reveal a fat cock. “Suck me off”

You salivate at the thought, your own cock straining against your briefs. You crawl over, and eagerly take his dick down your throat. You expertly suck him off, and it’s not long before you have a thick load in your mouth.

“Mm, love you babe!” Angelo says, cuddling with you.

“Love you too hun’!” you say in a deep voice. You loved your life, and loved your husband, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

How about a burned-out engineer receiving an unexpected/forced change of perspective?

Hmm, desiring something new? Don’t worry, I don't have any problem making that possible. Just relax, and let my words wash over you. I’ll be able to pull out the real you from that shell of a body. Just think hard, who you really wish you were. I think I can see a glimpse of it, your true self. Let me show you a flash...

See that? That’s you. An older, hairy, sexy, silver daddy. What’s that, shaking your head? There’s no point denying it, this is you. You’ve already started changing, your hair wasn’t always that nice silver was it? And that nice hairy chest so many guys would love to have.

What did you say your career was again? Ah that’s right, a model. No math for you that’s for sure, all you need to know is how to look pretty in front of a camera. With those muscles, that trimmed beard, and that nice ass of yours that’ll be no problem at all.

Hm? Ah I see, a bit of you is still resisting. Let me make this clear for you then. You are a sexy older daddy. You’ve always been this way. That’s right, accept it. Tell you what, if you do I’ll let you touch that fat package that’s pushing against the seams of your underwear. I know, its unbearable. 

There you go, stroke that cock. You’re giving me quite the show, and when its over you won’t remember a single thing about your run-of-the-mill life as an engineer. You’re close I can tell, just cum and it’ll be all settled. Fuck yeah, unleash that load all over that hairy chest. 

So, how are you feeling? Glad to hear it Daddy! So nice of you to give your limited time to a fan, really love your modeling work. You think I would look good on my knees, sucking you off you say? Well, have to agree on that. Let’s just slip into your makeup booth and we can have some fun Daddy. 

If you're granting wishes, Im a big superchubby guy, but not the most bearish... I'd love to be hairier and muskier. Maybe dominant for once.

Funny you sent in this ask, just found the perfect thing for this. See this hat here, wait no don’t wear it! Just give it a good sniff. Smells manly right? Why don’t you stick your whole head in there, that’s it. You’re starting to look better already. Love that impressive, thick, black beard you got going on man. You can go ahead and put it on now, gotta cover that balding head, right?

Have another thing here you’re going to love; this used jockstrap. Don’t know if it’s ever been washed. Go ahead, rub that all over your body. You wanted to be musky right? Well you are man! Mind if I stick my face in that fuzzy, big chest of yours?

Fuck Daddy, did I ever tell you how hot you are? I loved riding your fat cock last night, you left in such a hurry that you forgot some of your clothes! Oh, I see; just another one of your ploys to get me over huh? Well, looks like it worked, and let me tell you, you can do whatever you want to me Daddy.

I’d definitely enjoy a change! Perhaps I find something left in the changing rooms that takes my eye?

Hmm, let's see if we can find anything! Hm, how about those swim trunks over there? They look a bit big for you now, but I'm sure you'll grow into them soon enough! Why not sneak them home, try them on in your pool?

Lookin good man, don't worry, you're about to look even better. Can see you already starting to change. Not getting that swimmer bod you're expecting though, that's cause you took the coach's pair!

Watch as your beard scruffs out, hair sneaking down around your pecs. Face getting older, but muscles getting pudgier and bigger, fitting for a coach.

Suddenly you're wearing a hat and sunglasses, with a chain wrapped around your thick neck. Looking good Coach, but how are you feeling?

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Based on that fat cock begging to be let out of those shorts; horny as fuck! All that change was so arousing huh? Why not just let those shorts drop, rub one out in the pool? That's it, let that monster out; let the water cup those hairy balls of yours. Getting close huh? Just let it out, unleash that fat load in the pool...

...

Everything okay Coach? Come on, you're going to be late for practice! Don't bother cleaning up, we don't mind. We love it when you're just a little musky to be honest. Now let's go, we gotta be ready for that competition coming up!

Oh your granting wishes? Can you make me older by 20 years. Not too fussed on body type just older please.

Wanting to be more mature huh? I’ll gladly grant that, need more older men in this world, and seems like you are going to fit in just fine. I can see it deep in you; you might think you are some young thing but deep down you realize you are meant to be an older man. Why else ask this wish?

I’ll help you along, starting with your belly. Feel it push out, getting bigger with every breath you take it gets larger, hairier. Give it a good rub, feel those small hairs poke out, until you have a nice hairy gut.

Already excited huh? I can tell the way that hand is trailing downwards, rubbing at that bulge. Feel it get bigger, and bigger; straining against those tight white shorts.

Your chest is next, pillowing out, hair in a circular motion, right until you’re left with a nice pair of man tits. A manly scent exudes from you, the perfect musk for the man you’re becoming. 

You suddenly sneeze, reaching up to wipe your nose only to bristle against a mustache you swear wasn’t there a second ago. Well its not just the stache, but a full white beard you’ll find.

One more, very important thing; you’ve got to be older. Wrinkles appear all over your face and body, hair thinning and whitening. Everything about you getting aged, like a fine wine. Until suddenly, you're you again.

You suddenly wake up from your usual nap in the garden. You had some funny dream, that you were young again. Damn, wouldn’t that be nice. A ping from your phone brings you back to reality. Seems like it’s a message from one of your friends.

“Fancy a beer with me tonight, Richard?” his message reads. You can feel yourself already chubbing up, recalling the last time you two hung out and it ended up with you hung over his bed, taking his fat cock up your ass.

“On my way!” you reply, getting ready to head out and already having forgot all of your little dream.

Hey, I’m a pretty young guy. All I want is to be an old man with a nice gut. That’s all I ask really. Everything else is up to you.

Wishing to move forward the clock, be a proper fat old man that you really should be? I’ll help you along.

First, I want to picture who you want to be in your head. Old, fat, bearded. Think it and feel it become reality. Your hair fading first, becoming more and more gray. White hairs trailing around your chin, as you new beard coaxes out from under your skin. Wrinkles and signs of age forming all along your face.

Then, you feel your chest as your pecs push out into a fat pair of moobs. Your slim stomach slowly getting bigger and bigger, till it rounds out to a nice healthy ball gut. You take a quick picture on your phone, so you can get a full look at the new you.

Satisfied, but not quite. You can feel your cock pushing against the underside of your belly, begging to be released. You can’t resist taking it out, pumping it with your meaty hands. You somehow know the second you cum, there’s no going back to your old body. But you don’t care, you jack away, fondling your balls that are coming closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly you cum, pleasure raking through your body. You admire yourself one last time in the mirror, happy that you are finally your true self.

Perfect Cut

It had been a while since you had gotten a haircut. Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how long it was getting! Your thick and dense hair was sticking out in almost every direction. You had to admit it.. you needed a haircut.

Luckily, you remember a new one had been built just down the street from you. You’ve never really had a barber you’ve stuck with, guess you’re just picky with how you hair looks! This new place looked promising though, and it wouldn’t hurt to try it once.

You walk in, the place seemingly empty as you suppose it just opened. There was only one barber there.

“Hey there handsome!” the barber says. “What can I do for you?”

“Just a trim please, you say. He gestures to the seat in front of him. You sit down, and he drapes the cloth over you, hand brushing against your side.

“You’ve got a lot of hair boy! Don’t worry, I’ll have you looking much more clean cut in no time!”

He starts to cut your hair, it falling down around you onto the floor. It felt nice, the admittedly sexy older guy. His hands were almost caressing your head as he slowly trimmed down your hair to a more suitable length.

You look in the mirror, watching the barber work away at your hair. He was clearly focused, making sure that you walked away with the perfect cut. You close your eyes, letting him do his magic. 

Suddenly you feel a wetness on your head, as cool misted water is sprayed all over your head. He starts massaging your head, applying some shampoo. You can smell the sweet yet masculine scent as it permeates your skull.

“Enjoying that? I know it’s your favorite!” the barber chuckles.

Your.. favorite? Hadn’t you just met this guy? Maybe you had actually been here before but just forgot. Also he was right, this was your favorite shampoo.

“Now onto the beard huh hun? We gotta keep it looking nice!”

Before you could say you didn’t have a beard, he was already trimming it. Small black and grey hairs getting cut as he sculpts your face. Soon you are left with a nice salt and pepper beard adorning your face. Before you could protest, say something was wrong, he turns on a razor. The hum getting closer, somehow drowning out any thoughts you were having.

“Just one last thing we gotta do; give you a nice shaven head I know my husband loves!”

He brings the razor to your head, gently shaving of the last strands of your hair. As they fall, you head gets emptier and emptier, unable to think of much but the here and now.

As your brain drains, someone else fills it up. Whispers of love, tenderness, and masculinity. Of how much of a great devoted husband you were, married for thirty years now. Of how much he loved your body, how big, hairy and muscular you were. How we loved to maintain your hair, perfect beard and dome just the way you both liked it.

“Think I’m all done!” your husband says, bringing you out of your reverie. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself.”

He turns you to a mirror, and for a second you don’t recognize the hirsute man in the reflection.

Bald, fat, hairy, old. But it only takes a second for you to realize it is you; a proper man just like your husband. You rubbed your hand across you head, the chest and belly, resting in finally at your crotch. It felt like the first time you’ve ever felt this body, but you knew that wasn’t true.

“So how’d I do?” Richard laughs, giving you a kiss on the cheek, making your two beards bristle against one another.

“Perfect!” you say with a grin. You’ve been together so long, he always knows how to style his man.

“Seems like you still need some.. help?” Richard says, glancing down. You hadn’t even realized it, but all that touching, whispering, and kissing has got you hard as a rock, your fat cock pushing up against your belly.

You grin, following him to the back room to have some fun before more customers came in. There was another thing he knew how to do; please his man. You shut the door as your husband strips for you, soon both of you are on top of each other like you’d been apart for ages. Both your fat dicks pushing against the other’s, beards meshing as you make out.

It didn’t take long till he was ramming your fat ass, deep moans echoing throughout the office, until suddenly he cums deep in you, you yourself splattering onto your hairy belly.

You get dressed, ready to go back and keep the house in order while your husband makes all the money at his barber shop. 

“See you back at home babe.” you say, giving him a quick peck, leaving though the back entrance. 

God you had a perfect husband; you wouldn’t have anyone else.

Heard you were doing some costume asks, but not sure what I should dress up as. I’m a brown haired, young skinny white guy; would love to be something completely different!

When you first received a package on your doorstep, you were rather surprised given the fact that you hadn’t ordered anything. But upon seeing that it was addressed from S-C, you soon found yourself rather excited to see the contents within. In fact, you were so eager to open the box that you didn’t even think to be concerned and wonder how exactly I had gotten your house address. 

So as you quickly ripped off the gift wrapping and cut through the tape, you were shaking with anticipation as you pulled back the flaps of the box and reached your hand in to pull out the contents. Upon doing so though, you were rather annoyed to find that rather than a fully formed costume idea, only a single black speedo was in your hand. Although you were confident that this wasn’t the only item in the box, flipping the box upside down caused no other items to fall out onto your kitchen table.

While you were certainly not too impressed with my costume choice for you, you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You knew what I could do in terms of transforming others in any way imaginable, hell, that’s why you had even reached out to me in the first place! You weren’t the most confident individual, so a transformation seemed like the perfect pick-me-up to help you feel more confident and get a second chance at life with a body that was hopefully much more fitting for you.

As such, you worked with haste peeling out of your clothes until you were fully nude in your residence. Luckily, you lived alone so there was no fear of accidentally flashing someone upon undressing. Now completely nude, you grabbed onto the black speedo and quickly put your feet into it before pulling it up past your thighs. Given your skinny physique though, the speedo was unable to fully stay up around your slender hips due to its 2XL size. So while you continued to hold the undergarment around your waistline, the magic within the garment immediately went to work for remedying this.

Immediately, your hips and shoulders cracked and shifted to give you a much wider and more imposing stance. With your bones altering and changing your body type from an endomorph to something that better resembled a mesomorph physique, it wasn’t long before your wider hips were able to finally hold the speedo in place without the assistance of your hands. Without this limitation, your hands began to wildly wander around and feel up your still-altering body.

In your desire to become someone entirely different from a brown haired, young skinny white guy, I’m sure you were originally hoping to turn into some intimidating buff bodybuilder of a different race. Unfortunately, that’s a rather predictable end result in my opinion, so I had to make it much more interesting and appealing for myself. 

This decision of mine suddenly became more apparent as a deep bubbling emerged deep within your gut. Instantly, you watched in horror as your taut and pale stomach began to suddenly push outward with a soft layer of flab. A deep rumbling began to emerge in your stomach, which soon gave way to a constant influx of room-shaking belching. While you were certainly embarrassed by this random and seemingly unconnected occurrence, it soon became clear that these belches were inciting more changes to your body. No matter how hard you tried to resist though, the undignified actions continued and caused your flat chest to bring forth two sizable and flabby man boobs that rested on your new dome of a gut.

While this belching continued its havok towards giving you thunder thighs, flabby upper arms, and a wide and cellulite-ridden ass, the transformations towards your body continued as it affected your hair. Your now-rounded face looked especially cherubic with your well-maintained brown hair, but this soon began to change. Follicle by follicle, the pigment within your hair was seemingly sapped away and losing its shine and youthfulness. As such, it didn’t take long before your youthful hairstyle was ill-fitting due to the thick head of gray hair you had. Luckily, this began to soon remedy itself as your hairline pulled back to reveal several more inches of your forehead and the hair pulled into your scalp until there was only a tight and slightly buzzed hairstyle left on your wide and rounder head.

As you waddled over towards the mirror to see what was further happening to your body, the sudden appearance of wrinkles emerging around your eyes, mouth and forehead indicated the inevitable - you were getting older! While you continued to awkwardly move around to take into account your overweight body, the sudden emergence of a dull back pain was another clear sign of your increased age into the mid-40s range.

While you were too busy rubbing your sizable gut and figuring out how you were going to explain this to your friends and family, your body hair was also continuing to turn gray as ink began to manifest along your sizable arms and make you look more intimidating with a series of tattoos. All in all, it seemed as though the changes had turned you into the perfect middle-aged bear. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t find the body perfect and thus continued to freak out to see your older and fatter body. While it was upsetting for me to know that you didn’t like the changes, I had considered this possibility and thus included a failsafe in the magic within the speedo to help you comply with your new body. As such, as you continued to look around in the mirror at your reflection, you were unaware of the fact that reality was altering around you to remove you from your apartment and place you within the locker room of a posh country club. 

Although you were momentarily confused as your eyes looked away from the mirror and you realized what was going on, this was quickly remedied as your mind altered to fit your new body. The longer you thought about your old life, the less fitting it seemed to you. You were a chubby bear and you loved it. Hell, you were infamous at the local gay club about how easily you were able to get young twinks and muscle hunks to submit to you and worship your hefty body! In fact, just thinking about the gay club left you rather eager for the upcoming party they were having on Halloween night. In fact, you had already planned out your outfit that would surely get all eyes on you. You were going to dress up as a leather bear by wearing a matching brown leather harness and brown jock strap! Of course, some people might not fully get what you were going for, but luckily you had already purchased a pair of bear ears to wear to make it obvious to anyone confused.

Even though you were quite excited for the upcoming party, your brand new and increased libido left you eager to fuck as soon as possible. So now with your new mind in place, you waddled your way out to the pool to hopefully lounge poolside and attract any interested parties to run their fingers through your dense pelt of chest fur and admire your gorgeous body! 

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I’m tired of being young, I want to be a fat old man with a nice salt and pepper beard and ball gut! Think you can help me out?

Aren't you young people enjoying your beautiful teenage age? I won't cast any magic if that's what you expect! Gotta warn ya, i deny toward giving back your old identity, and i can already see you are nodding to every word from my mouth, so whats the point, now continue the magic. I teleport myself and you to a nice office and with a flash, my power pulls upon you and make you blurry for a while, having no idea the testosterone in your body is dropping. Seeing your hands expanding and harder to control, your face express a happy sign

Ha! Same to me, except mine quickly turn into a smirk as your face feels the pain inside your stomach. You lied down on the ground while i observe your extreme growth of hair, just out and out. Deep in the gut, your waist is forming a smal tummy as the clothes are getting tighten on you. You screem in pain as your legs are gradually extended. Soon, your scrotch is developing hair as well as your torso feels itchy covering your new tanned skin and your navel. You said you want a nice salt and pepper beard huh? Now this is an extreme part, guess what? You are getting your dream beard....at your 70s! You show a shock face to me but isnt that what you wish? No more waiting, your face starts to shift for passing almost 60 years of age with wrinkles and low active eyes, across the pink, wided nose as your hair has almost gone, leaving you almost bald except parts connecting with your newly-formed beard by the cheeks. Then, that belly of yours are enlarging as big as my size, but since you enjoy a ball gut, i have no hesitation making you even fatter with an extensive, solid container of food, following with it is the enormous upsizings of your bum and thighs, and now your arms and legs are full of nothing but layers of swollen fat, huge but isnt muscularly strong. You know, there are upsides of being a fat old man, like having tatoos that no parents can be mad about, right? Free tatoos form on your forearms with a little white hair, but not the immense hair growth in your pecs.

Speaking of which, time for the final changes! White hair tries to take over the dark beard you are growing, making it salt and pepper. By the time the transformation completes, your old clothes have been torn out and fell on the ground, living your bare groin with a bigger monster than before. Reaching the mirror and seeing the reflection, you look happy but in someway, you wish you shouldnt have done this to yourself, for this giant ball gut, cool looking beard and youth. But then i handed you a new outfit: a red shirt with suspenders and jeans, giggling a little seeing your heavy, fleshy body trying to fit them. After suiting, you suddenly feel happier and estactic, sitting on your chair with a fart but didnt even feel a shame about it. Thats what an old fat man style is, seems like my job is done!

your memories are getting replaced? Nah, they are transferred to your counterpart, who is from now on live in your younger body! So no need worrying your family and friends and mind your business, old man!...

Early Bird Gets The Viagra

I was awoken by a putrid stench, like rotten eggs, it was my roommate playing a prank on me, or so I thought...

"Hehe... sorry Son, didn't mean to wake you like this, but you just wouldn't get up no matter how much I yelled! I had to resort to cutting the cheese, guess it worked, huh?" He chuckled.

I was lost, confused, those fumes were almost, numbing my brain making me unable to process the situation, I just stared dumbly at this old guy.

"Well, I'll see you downstairs, don't make your old man wait!" He said as he waddled away, letting a couple farts slip out as he exited.

The fumes finally went away, but my mind was still dull and I felt heavy and slow like a 1000 ton weight had been dropped on my shoulders. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, to start my morning routine despite all the, weirdness.

I felt so, out of breath by the time I made it to the mirror, I was panting for air, jeezus I felt so old and out of breath...

PFFFFTTTTTT!!!!!

My asscheeks let out an embarassingly loud fart, the hell? I was never this gassy let alone- Holy shit.

I was some skinny college student, but now? I'm 28... and I had a gut, a sizable one at that. What the hell? Why did I just gain a belly? Why did I fart without control? What's going on I thought.

Those fumes finally hit my nostrils, god damnit it smelt just like that old man's fart, my face did not scrunch up but... smirked. The fuck?

BRRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPHHHHHH!!!

The fart that came out my 34 year old body was louder and smellier this time, it made my belly jiggle. I chuckled at that- wait, no!

I felt my stomach churn, I hurried to the toilet, plopped my fat butt on it. But nothing came out, I was just sitting there waiting for something to happen...

PHHHHHHRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Jesus, to think I was pushing 45 and ripping farts like that... Jesus I needed to lay off the Taco Bell... If only my husband didn't love it...

The sheer force of the fart made the toilet automatically flush, as it always did, it used to be so loud, but I'm an old fart, so this hearing of mine ain't what it used to be, I can barely hear it nowadays.

Now here came the worst part, putting my clothes back on... With me being 55 and all, and with a gut like this I have the reach and bend over just to pull my pants up, but that always flares up my back, combined with my shitty eyesight, it usually takes a couple minutes just to put them back on after I take a dump.

BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Wooooh.... I ate too much cheese.." I joke to myself, me and my husband always enjoy a good fart joke, oh. Speaking of him, I need to get back to him.

I retrieved the bottle of viagra that I came here for from the medicine cabinet and waddled to the living room as fast as I could. And there he was on the couch waiting for me in his boxers.

"What took you so long, hun?" He asked.

"Ah... Sorry I had to take a dump and you know how long that takes..."

He chuckled: "Hehe, of course."

I opened the bottle of viagra and put one of the pills in my mouth, we knew at 60 our old cocks couldn't get hard without some pills, but neither of us seemed to mind or care about that.

"Hey." he asked: "Before that, could you pull my finger?" I knew what he was going to do, but I pulled that fat finger he stuck out, he lifted his leg and let out a long fart that smelt like rotten eggs, we both laughed like we always did at the classic pull my finger prank.

"That's not the only thing that's gonna come out of your ass tonight." I grinned.

"Oh-hoh, I know." He joked back. He pulled down his boxers: "Now come fuck me, Babe."

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.

I saw you were doing wishes. Think you could make me a short, fat old man? I'm 5'5" and frankly, that's at least 6 inches taller than I'd like to be. I'm 40, but I'm impatient to get to retirement age. And honestly? I'd just prefer being a fat guy.

Sounds like a perfect wish; I'm always happy to let out the sexy old man in everyone. I have just the thing to help you out too! Just have to.. there it is! This nice long pipe just for you; just use that for a bit and you'll find yourself changing.

That's it, feels good right? Just keep puffing, I can already see your transformation moving along nicely. Looks like you're already losing a couple inches. Don't worry, they are going right to that waistline. Better take off your shirt now, no way its going to last. Damn, already got an impressive ball gut there. And your pecs.. becoming more and more like a hairy pair of man tits every second.

And here's my favorite part, years and years being added on to your body. Wrinkles coming in, hair turning a nice silver. Feel your face tickle as an impressive beard flows out. And that gut just keeps pushing out and out, as you lose more of your height..

Think you're almost done.. how are you feeling?

Damn, you look wayy better like this! And I can tell you like it based on that chub poking up against your belly! I'll let you keep that pipe, as long as you promise to let as many of your friends try it too. I know you'll enjoy watching them become just as sexy, big, and old as you! The resulting orgies are gonna be to die for.

Could you turn me into Santa Claus? I want my cookie cravings to make me fat, furry, and bald. I’ll grow a massive white beard and my body hair will lighten to match. Ho ho ho!

It’s officially winter, and snow is starting to fall outside as you sit by the crackling fire. The smell of fresh cookies wafts in from the kitchen; you’d put in a roll of store bought dough earlier. With your stomach already growling you hop up and pull them out of the oven. The smell is intoxicating, and you set out to cool, barely able to make it a couple minutes before you grab one and stuff it in your mouth. The sweet and salty dough alongside the bittersweet chocolate is exactly the flavor rush you needed. You head back to the fireplace and leave the rest of the cookies to cool, letting out a burp. When you sit back down, your belly jiggles just a little more. As you scroll on your phone, your average frame starts growing a little heavier. You sink further into the plush chair, weighing a few pounds more. Your stomach growls again. You swear you just ate, but maybe the cookies are cool enough by now. In a few seconds another large cookie sits in your hands as you devour it. Without even noticing, another five pounds adds itself to your belly. A number of wispy hairs poke out of your smooth chest as you stuff the remains of the cookie down your throat. They’re unbelievably good, but you should leave some for later. 

Well, maybe just one more, you tell yourself as you grab another, chowing down as you walk back towards the fire. Your belly grows more, and your pecs soften as they push out slightly. Your thighs grow a few inches and your jawline starts to lose its definition. A slight shadow inches down across your jaw and over your upper lip as peach fuzz darkens and thickens. Your stomach rumbles as more and more fat begins loading itself on your frame, your arms and legs plumping up, muscle growing in but quickly buried beneath the chub. As you finish off the cookie your body starts to itch. The wispy fuzz across your chest begins to grow thicker and darker, new hairs popping up across the expanse as your pecs sag even more. Dark hairs sprout across your chest and spread up and over your shoulders before your still growing belly is also buried beneath the growing pelt. Your armpits tingle as wiry hairs blossom and quickly become a sweaty tuft of hair. Your slight stubble follows suit, follicles pumping out long dark hairs as the covering grows dense. The hairs pushing out of your cheeks keep going, multiple inches long. Even your arms and legs start growing their own fur, with dense black hairs across your forearms and crawling out of the backs of your hands. Your belly adds another few inches as it starts to hang fully over your waistline. You let out a thunderous belch as you sink further into the chair, rubbing your hairy belly as your shirt rides up on it.

A few minutes later your stomach growls again. It just won’t give up today. With some significant effort you hoist yourself to your (now larger) feet and head back to the kitchen. There’s still quite a few cookies sitting out, and right as you look at them your stomach rumbles. You swipe two and cram them down your gullet. Your thickening fingers make them look small, so eating two isn’t a big deal. Immediately your gut springs forward another inch, the hair on it thickening and growing longer. The hair in the center of your chest thickens, hairs curling together as your beard reaches down towards them, pushing out longer and longer. Your hairline begins to inch back, revealing more of your forehead as you scratch at it, oblivious to the changes. This isn’t the only thing adding years to you though, as the black hairs in your beard one by one start to lose their color. The bright white spreads through your bushy beard and mustache, both of which are still pushing out of your face, and spreads up to what little remains on top of your head as male pattern baldness accelerates. You eat another couple cookies, absolutely cramming them into your mouth to try and satisfy your body. Crumbs go everywhere, getting trapped in your thick beard and falling into the rug of hair coating your chest. As soon as the crumbs touch the hairs they too go white, the bleaching effect spreading across your moobs and belly. Your gut continues to grow larger and larger, fat piling on as you finish off the last of the cookies. With a final belch the rest of the fur across your body turns white and your beard shoots out another inch. You really do look like Santa now, just in time for the holidays.

Growth Chart.

A thing i wanted to try doing. She is a big gal.

Matt was so tired of being the smallest guy he knew.  Yeah he was gay, that didn't mean that he had to be a little weakling.  He was a little skinny blonde haired twink.  Reluctantly, he went with his friend Chris, a thin latino boy, to Pride. Chris had been planning what they would do first for weeks.  He always liked Matt but he just wasn't his type.  He had gotten a tip from a friend at the gym that there would be a special event this year.  

They walked up to the TD tent and asked for Jim.  This older, hairy, fat bear came up and gave them the skimpiest underwear they had ever seen.

"Put it on," he said.  "It'll change your lives."

The boys agreed and instantly felt light headed.  Within minutes, they were getting tips in their new Transformation Direct sexy trunks.  Not to mention their new bodies.  All they had to do was keep them on for 24 hours and these hot studly bods would be there's forever (with a personality to match).  Now Matt was Chris' type and Matt would never be the smallest twink he knew again!