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Don’t Snoop On The Warlock Jocks

This story was a request story by @wannabetwink. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here! ​

You knew you shouldn’t do it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Despite your flabby body and complete lack of workout knowledge, you loved your job at the college gym. You couldn’t care less about the measly salary when you got such a prime view of all of the sexy college jocks that would enter to workout. Although most people would be offended by the fact that your supervisor didn’t want your non-athletic appearance greeting the clients, you didn’t mind it. This was especially due to the fact that your new job involved sanitizing the gym equipment and cleaning up the filthy locker rooms. Most people would be disgusted by having to clean up the mess after the endless jerk-off sessions that occur in the sauna and showers, but you didn’t mind it at all. This was as close as you’ve been to any action in years. 

Another positive from doing these duties is the fact that it allowed you to snoop in the locker room and stare at the naked men after their workouts. Something about just the sight of their sweat-covered torsos was enough to get you rock hard and leaking into your work khakis. You had made it quite a habit now, with each shift leading you to snoop and stare for longer and longer periods of time at the various men. After months of doing it, it got to the point where you had your favorite jocks’ schedules memorized so you knew who to expect each day you worked. It was a bit alarming to see yourself falling into such a lustful obsession, but you didn’t stop yourself from leaning into your peeping tom tendencies.

One day, you were going through your normal snooping schedule while hiding in the corner of the locker room. You pretended to mop the floor, but you ignored the tasks at hand and continuously peered past the lockers and stared at the large group of men joking around and parading around fully nude. 

As you lean further into the lockers, you become completely enamoured by one man’s dick. Usually you were quite the ass man, but just watching the way it bounced with each thunderous step had left you essentially foaming at the mouth. With your mind solely focused on the firm member in your field of vision, you didn’t notice your grip on the mop quickly slipping. The only thing that broke you from your state of thirst was the clanging and clattering of the mop against the tiled floor. By the time you realized what was going on, you looked up once more to see all of the men staring at you. Trying to play off being caught in the act, you quickly begin whistling and start rapidly mopping the floor to make it appear as if you’ve been working this whole time.

However, after a few seconds of hearing some weird mumbling that seemed like a foreign language, the men call out to you. “Hey creep, get your ass out here!” one voice cried out, its hoarseness echoing throughout the otherwise empty locker room and making you tense up out of fear. Out of nowhere, you look down in shock as your feet begin to move at their own volition towards the group. You gasp and try to stop yourself, but it’s no use. It’s as if you have no control over where your feet take you anymore. 

After a few more steps, you walk right into the group of men, who now are clad into towels after the discovery of your peeping. They quickly surround you and their eyes narrow as they attentively stare at you. While they stare, you couldn’t help but grow a bit self-conscious as they size you up. Given your bigger size, it was quite humiliating to watch all of these buff men judging your appearance. Before your mind can wander further into shame, your attention is directly back to the men as they slowly begin to chant in a synchronized low tone. Despite your best attempts at trying to understand what they’re saying, all you can make out is some sort of strange gibberish in an unrecognizable language. You look around in confusion as the men slowly allow their emotionless faces to change into a devilish grin. At this point, you begin to sweat profusely as their piercing glares make it appear as if they have some sort of evil plan to punish you.

Soon after, one of the men steps forward, who you immediately recognize as being named Blake. Blake was the man you were caught staring at, the prime subject of your twisted tendencies. Despite never once talking to the man, you had completely memorized so much about his life. Your snooping both in the gym and online informed you of his life as a star football player and valedictorian at his high school. It was incredibly alluring to see someone who broke the age-old stereotype of a jocks having no intelligence. Plus, with his slicked back blonde hair, hulking frame, and husky voice, it was no shock that you found him completely irresistible. “So, what were you doing over there huh? Were you staring at us to get off?” he said in an inquisitive tone. You tried to shake your head no and remain calm, but you gasp as your mouth began on its own. “Yes, I snoop on the guys here all the time. Everyone’s too hot, it’s hard to resist honestly” You said, causing you to grab your throat in shock. You couldn’t deny it was true, but you were absolutely shocked by just how blatant your phrasing had been. “Yeah, that’s what I thought…” Blake said. “Well, if you’re getting off on us, we might as well get off on you as well… right boys?” he continued, turning his head side to side and watching as all of the jocks shake their heads in approval. “Glad we agree then boys, so who wants to go first?” Blake asks. 

One man steps forward and deeply looks you up and down. As he stares, you couldn’t help but stare back and admire his sculpted features. With beautiful caramel skin that even glistened under the unflattering gym lighting, you couldn’t deny that you even felt an attraction to this man as well. However, your daydreaming quickly is broken as the man begins to speak. His silky smooth voice begins and says “I think he needs a new hairstyle. This long hair look isn’t a good one. How about his hair grows a bit darker and changes to something shorter?”. 

As he finished his statement, you suddenly began to feel a weird tug come from your scalp. You couldn’t tell, but in one quick swoop, your hair was completely reformed. The long dirty blond hair that rested around your shoulders was no more. The hair quickly vanished from existence as a shorter hairstyle quickly reformed in its place. As the new hairs pushed out of your scalp, you were completely unaware of the fact that your hair was now a darker shade of brown.

Another man with green eyes and ginger-colored hair shook his head and did a swiping hand motion to his side. In your stationary state, you could only watch as the clothing on your body immediately evaporated off of your chunky frame. Now completely nude, you felt even more self-conscious as the sexy men continued to stare you down. “I think he should be almost completely hairless though. I don’t think he has the body to pull off such a thick pelt of body hair…” He said, which your body soon agreed with. Out of nowhere, the body hair that completely covered your body ripped off in a thick tug like it was taken off with a wax strip. You groaned in pain, but you couldn’t do anything else about it as almost every inch of your body had its hair removed. The only places that remained safe from this trimming was the hair on your scalp and your armpits.

“Yeah, that’s good. Let’s give him some pierced ears too!” a man chimed in from the back. Immediately, a twinge of pain occurs and you suddenly feel the heft of two stud earrings tugging downwards on the lobes of your ears.. 

“Well, that just looks strange now... We need to get rid of that flab too. If you want us to even touch you, you’re gonna need to lose some weight. You know what, I’m feeling like we could use a twink in our ranks. Let’s make that happen, shall we boys?” another man with brown eyes says to you. Immediately, your body complies to the order as it rapidly heats up and you groan in discomfort. That discomfort soon turns to searing pain as the fat quickly melts off his body. Your flabby chest melts away until you’re now completely flat chested. These changes continue down your torso as your gut fades from existence and a taut torso is revealed to the entire group. The changes continue downward as your thick thighs lose pounds of heft until your legs are completely slim. Due to this, you find yourself adjusting your body in response. 

Given that you no longer need a wider stance to compensate for your thick thighs, you move your legs closer together and can only peer down in shock at the thin body you now have. Despite the fact that you didn’t want to be a chunky man, you certainly didn’t want to be a skinny twink either. All you ever wanted was to be a buff jock like those guys and now they’ve seemingly forced you to become this skinny and hairless twink. You wanted to cry, but you found yourself unable to as another man randomly begins to chime in with his own suggestions.

“You’re looking great man. But ooh, let’s change his personality too. I’d hate to have that peeping tom personality still bouncing around in that dumb noggin of his….” a man chuckles, his hearty laugh echoing through the room. “Given that he wants to snoop so badly, let’s give him an incredibly high libedo while making him completely dick-crazy. From now on, the only thing he’ll be able to think about is dick...” Immediately, an intense pain shoots through your head, rivaling the worst migraines you’ve ever experienced. From nerve ending to nerve ending, you can feel your brain painfully rewiring. Your years of computer programming intelligence slowly fades away until your mind informs you of your new major of journalism. Upon this new memory, several other smaller memories unlock informing you about your position at the school paper. You remember late nights where you’d write juicy gossip columns about the various scandals on campus.

The intensity of pain deepens and you snap out of your trip down memory lane as your mind goes blank as the changes slowly finalize. Upon the pain finally subsiding, you gingerly open your eyes and look around the room. Upon staring at the sea of shirtless jocks, your dick immediately begins to harden in response. However, despite their buff musculatures, you find that your eyes are only focusing intently on their towel-covered crotches. Despite its concealed nature, your mind can’t focus on anything else other than sucking it and hearing the deep moans of the various men.

In response to your fantasies, your dick reaches peak hardness and thus making its appearances blatantly obvious to the group. When Blake slowly steps forward, your eyes immediately narrow in an act of pure lust. “Oh wow, you’re better endowed than I expected…” Blake says as he peers at you and your throbbing dick. He then begins to taunt you as he wraps his thick hand around your shaft and playfully slides it up and down. “How about we remedy that a bit huh? I don’t think you’ll need it anymore given that you’re such a hungry bottom now…” He continued, adding in a sinister chuckle as you feel more changes occur. With your eyes breaking from their lustful glares and looking downwards, you can only watch in sadness as your surprisingly impressive dick begins to quickly shrink. Inch-by-inch, it loses its prestige until you’re left with a dick that now only looks to be a good 4” while firm.

“Wait you guys…” someone else says, causing you to forget about the disappointing package you now possess. “He’s too lanky now with all of that fat gone, let’s shrink him down a bit” the man states. An intense pressure begins to manifest on both your legs and your head as the changes start. Your 5’11” height quickly yet painfully changes until you’re now a petit 5’4”.

In response, the jocks all turn to look at each other while doing various head movements at each other. Despite your confusion, you grow more afraid as they slowly nod in agreement and begin to move towards you. You cringe and tense up as you prepare for more changes, but out of nowhere, you suddenly find yourself freed from your invisible shackles. You aimlessly walk around the tightened circle and stare at the various men that have wide grins across their faces. By this point, your mind is begging to accept your new life. They have given you a new lease on life and the ability to be around them constantly. It’s no surprise that you eventually gave in as each jock chuckle and drop their towels in unison… 

In response, your new personality takes hold and gives a light chuckle as you slowly get onto your knees. With each man’s package revealed and slowly hardening, you take a deep breath and prepare for a long night of pleasuring each and every jock you had spent so much time admiring…

After hours of nonstop sucking and the occasional fucking, your post-coital high has your body lead the way until you suddenly find yourself at the doorstep of the fraternity that the jocks are a part of. You walk in and allow your body to navigation under cruise control until it leads you into a bedroom that you soon remember as your room. Despite your petit frame not fitting in with the rest of the jocks, they had accepted you into the fraternity as their personal boy toy. Of course, the jocks kept up appearances by being publicly sighted with various cheerleaders and other attractive women. But as you laid in bed and took a look at yourself with your phone camera, you couldn’t help but chuckle knowing that secretly you were the biggest catch on campus. Despite the jocks seemingly punishing you for your indiscretions, your lack of memory of the incident despite the sexual aspects left you as happy as could be. While you laid in bed, you were eager to get the attention of the jocks once more despite being completely worn out. As you snapped some photos and looked at your twink body, you couldn’t help but grow firm thinking about the next time they’ll all want you to service them once more... 

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Watching From The Sidelines

This story was inspired by a conversation I had with my great friend @mrcavanaughtf​.

For Trent Taylor and his wife Sarah, their recent nuptials in the previous year had led the seemingly perfect couple to shift into an incredibly rocky relationship. While the pandemic had allowed Trent and Sarah to spend more time together than ever before, it was a bit ironic that their problems emerged once the world started to seemingly go back to normal. In fact, it was their post-wedding photoshoot that was actually the last time that either of them could recall being truly happy with each other’s company.

While they certainly still had intense love and admiration for each other, the concept of life going back to normal after the pandemic had brought back a lot of stress for both individuals. Not only was Trent a wide receiver recently transferred to the Cincinnati Bengals, but Sarah had also earned a master’s degree to specialize in sports psychology. So, it wasn’t all that surprising that the couple weren’t always in the mood to get intimate with each other after such exhausting days.

As a result of these two intense careers, the couple often found themselves getting into fights over texts about who would do chores and cook dinner. Although Sarah was certainly willing and able to cook dinner and do the chores, she didn’t find it fair at all that Trent was able to get off scot-free from doing any house-related duties. The main factor of this was Trent’s upbringing, especially since it informed his way of thinking so severely. Despite being raised in a decent-sized city, the new husband’s deep Tennessee roots had been firmly ingrained into his adult life even after making the move to San Francisco and now Cincinnati.

Although there were some values that were great such as Trent’s chivalrous acts such as holding open doors, pulling her chair out at dinner, and even giving the jacket off of his back as they took a nighttime stroll, there were many that were quite annoying to the woman. While Sarah had known slightly about her husband’s reliance on gender roles as being a man of God, ever since she went back to work it had reached an all-time high in terms of being enforced on her. Trent was always annoyed by the fact that his wife was “too busy” or working late at work to the point where he would arrive home to an empty house with no chores done and no warm meal waiting for him.

As the primary breadwinner as a player for the NFL, Trent’s upbringing had taught him that these rules were widely acceptable, so he always found it quite irritating when his wife was quick to argue with him about it. Chalking it up to Sarah going to some “woke” feminist liberal arts college, Trent was relentless towards reinforcing those gender dynamics and trying to shape Sarah into the perfect housewife. Much of these gender dynamics involved the couple keeping up appearances at any social event as they plastered fake smiles on their faces and pretended to love and adore each other with every fibre of their being.

While she had attempted to put up a brave face during their arguments both at home and on the car ride back from those events, each consecutive meltdown had pushed Sarah closer to ending the marriage quickly and trying to find someone who wasn’t secretly hiding what a backwards-thinking man they truly were. As a result of her situation, Sarah found great solace in her weekly Friday night chats at some shady bars with a few friends. Given the fact that she was now the wife of a fairly well-known NFL player, the group had to do their best to adapt to her new lifestyle by keeping a low profile just to avoid any overbearing fans or paparazzi eager to get photos of her for the next day’s gossip blogs. Of course, despite Sarah’s precautions to prevent any bad press being spread about Trent, her husband still wasn’t the biggest fan of these late-night meetings. He was a naturally suspicious person, even more so as she would make dinner for Trent and leave before even eating any of her own meal. Plus, her clique consisted of a few women and a few gay men that she had befriended in college, which only further angered Trent. He was a Bible-loving man, so he couldn’t believe his wife would willingly associate with people who “chose” that type of anti-Christian lifestyle.

Despite Trent’s long list of issues with these meetings, Sarah persisted in going to them if not solely for the fact that it allowed her to fully rant about her marital issues with people she trusted. While the girls and guys were all in awe as she gave them the full scope of Trent’s personality, they were especially attentive to the backwards gender roles he was eager to enforce on the couple. “What the fuck, does he not realize it’s 2020 and not 1920?” one friend said, slamming her drink down on the table and allowing some of the liquid to slosh out of the glass and onto the table.

Given her friends’ clear annoyance about Trent’s behavior and under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol, Sarah soon found herself slurring her words as she complained aloud about Trent. “Every day, he expects me to work my ass off while he just gets to sit there and relax…” she growled, her angry rant being interrupted many times through the stumbling and slurring of her words. Nevertheless, she continued to complain about her husband, hoping to reach some form of catharsis. “You know, I just wish that he would for once have to see what it’s like to have all of those expectations put on him instead!” she continued, her voice oozing anger and disgust while her breath exuded whiskey.

With their drinking making the group carefree and eager to agree with anything, all of Sarah’s friends immediately nodded their heads and recited the same sentiment about wishing for Trent to experience all of Sarah’s expectations. Even without the influence of alcohol, the friends all adored her and wished the best for her, so it wasn’t a shock for them to say the phrases with intense conviction. With Sarah now on her friends’ side in terms of Trent, the friends had allowed the already-crumbling walls of their reservations to finally fall away as they now openly expressed any problem they had with the football star. While it was a sweet moment to have such a heart-to-heart with all of her friends, Sarah had no way of knowing that the repetition of the wish over 5 times had actually activated her emotional plea.

For the next few hours, the group of friends’ continued to drink themselves into a drunken stupor that eventually left their wallets empty of cash. Not wanting to dip into their savings for a simple night out, the group of friends eventually began to part ways, stumbling out of the bar and into their corresponding Lyfts. Once she was home and had made sure that the rest of her friends had made it back to their residences, Sarah soon made her way into the bedroom and slipped into a black silk negligee. With great relief she discovered that her husband was snoring away, safely tucked away in a deep slumber. Given her alcohol-enhanced state, she wasn’t in the mood to fight and argue with her husband. As such, Sarah was free to climb under the covers and slip into her own peaceful sleep without issue, the exhaustion of her night out finally catching up to her.

* * * * *

Trent wasn’t just having one of the best nights of sleep in recent memory, he was also enjoying a dream where his impressive feats on the football field had led the Cincinnati Bengals all the way to the Super Bowl. Unfortunately, it was a good mood that he feared wouldn’t last into the waking hours. Although he loved his wife and liked sleeping next to a warm body, the fights and arguments the couple often had caused Trent to feel a lot of resentment. He didn’t ask for much, he just wanted a wife willing to do chores and cook him dinner. But even though he asked for so little, his wife had felt that it was a large ask of her to do so. Instead of peaceful nights of fucking senselessly and falling into a deep slumber after wearing themselves out, the couple soon found themselves silent in bed as they scrolled through their phones and tried to remain as distant as possible. So given the fact that she had spent the entire night out, Trent was actually happy to have the place by himself (despite the fact that he absolutely loathed the people she associated with).

But just as the wide receiver was about to score the game-winning touchdown for the Bengals, Trent soon found himself pulled out of the dream as he felt a sudden pain against his left cheek. Jolting his eyes open in shock, he could clearly tell now that he had seemingly been slapped by the figure standing in front of him. As he tried to focus his vision on the subject and wipe the sleep out of his eyes, his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Standing before him was a 5’8” hunk of a man: it was his own shirtless body! Not only was it his own physique looking down at him, but Trent could tell that the current occupant was visibly pissed off based on their body language of having their arms crossed right below his hairy pectorals and the clear look of disdain showcased on his face.

“What the fuck!” Trent cried out, his mind in such complete disbelief that he didn’t even notice the lighter feminine voice coming out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe it, but no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, the vision remained the same.

“Get the fuck up babe, you’ve got work to do!” his doppelganger demanded, chuckling as he continued to give off an intimidating look.

Turning to the side, Trent was stunned to find that his wife was nowhere to be seen. As he flipped his head to the side, the man soon found his vision obscured with a cascade of blonde hair falling in front of his face. With the pieces beginning to fall into place in his mind, Trent looked down and screamed in a tone that could rival a final girl in a horror flick. Instead of his exposed hairy shirtless body, his vision was met with the sight of a black flowing fabric running across his body. But as he stared at a small yet noticeable pair of breasts bulging against the fabric, it fully confirmed the impossible in Trent’s head. “Sarah, is that you?” he said, finally noticing the tone of his wife’s voice now coming out of his mouth.

A thundering chuckle burst out of his doppelganger’s lips. “Yes, it’s me. Now get up and get ready to finally do some of the work you keep telling me is the wife’s job,” Sarah growled, turning to the side and pulling out a broom and dustpan that she then held out to her husband. As Trent awkwardly turned to the side of the bed and got onto his feet, he felt incredibly disoriented by the weird sensations that he now felt. He felt smaller - weaker - and that both terrified him and pissed him off.

With this rage quickly building inside him, Trent wasted no time getting closer to his wife in an attempt to intimidate her. “Sarah, I don’t know how you fucking did this, but give me my goddamn body back now,” he cried out, his voice displaying a highly emotional mix of despair and anger. While he had tried his best to intimidate his wife and get her to follow his rules, the booming laugh escaping from her mouth proved that it only had the opposite effect.

“Aw, poor little Trent not getting what he wants, what a shame…” she teased, chuckling as she soon began to walk around her husband like a shark circling its prey. “You think I ever got my way in this marriage?” she inquired, which caused Trent’s usual tantrum of pursing his lips and crossing his arms to now make him appear like an entitled woman having a tantrum. “I think it’s time that you’re taught a lesson in respect and understanding, and I’m eager to give it to you. Maybe a few days in my body will be just what you need to lighten up and stop being such a prick!”

“Fuck no, I want my body back now you crazy bitch! I’m the man of this house and I deserve some GODDAMN respect!” he cried out, his voice furthering the impression of an entitled woman having a meltdown.

“But babe, you’re not a man anymore… I am Trent Taylor now. You’re just Sarah, my stubborn wife unwilling to do your role in this marriage,” Sarah stated, the cockiness quickly manifesting on her new lips as they curled into a devilish grin accessorized with an impressive mustache. “But don’t you worry babe, unlike you, I’m actually going to get my way this time. If you ever want your body back, you’re going to become the perfect little housewife. So, how about you get started and clean up this pigsty of a house!” she concluded, her face now beaming in the same cockiness and entitlement that Trent used to display. Approaching her husband, Sarah quickly dropped the broom into Trent’s dainty hands and sent him on his way to start cleaning.

Even though Trent was disgusted by being a woman, the concept of never earning his body back was a risk he was unwilling to take. He’d go along with his wife’s little plan to earn back her trust, but he certainly wouldn’t accept or enjoy any aspect of his new situation. As soon as he was back in his rightful body, divorce papers would be filed and he would be away from this psycho body stealer.

As he began to sweep the bedroom, he couldn’t help but spare a number of glances over to where his wife stood, with burly arms folded across that powerful chest and eyes narrowed as she monitored him like a drill sergeant. It was all so demeaning! Plus, to make matters worse, he was forced to deal with his wife’s constant taunts via snide comments about his performance and whistling due to the way his new supple feminine ass was shown off any time he bent down no matter the angle. There were so many emotions contained within his body that he was eager to express, but for his own pride and attempts to seem like a strong tough man, he proceeded through the sweeping until it was up to snuff according to his asshole of a wife.

With Trent working around the bedroom still, Sarah was clearly eager to explain how their bodies had swapped and what it would have to take to get his own back. “Given that you wanted to put all of your sexist demands on my shoulders, I figured you should get a chance to see what it’s like for yourself,” the newly gender-swapped Sarah said. It was strange as hell for Trent to hear his own voice gleefully tell him how it happened, which only furthered his discomfort and fear towards the situation. “So my dear, you’re going to become the perfect trophy wife. You’re going to conform to all of the rules I assign and do every task I tell you to do, and if you either fail to do a good job or actively try to resist, I’ll make sure you’re stuck in that body a little bit longer…” Sarah said, her voice drawing out the last part of her sentence just to cause Trent to grow more and more anxious about the situation at hand.

Of course, Trent desperately agreed to Sarah’s deal, but he was in no means happy about the situation. The thought of having his body and masculinity held hostage by his wife was already a nightmare, but having to become a submissive wife too? This was Trent Taylor’s personal hell and Sarah knew that. Upon agreeing to the terms and shaking hands, Trent was shocked by both the strength of his former hands and the daintiness of his new ones. But before he could think about the concept much further, Sarah quickly ushered him back into work as she followed him around the house.

After making sure that he did a decent job in a few more rooms, Trent was shocked to find that his wife quickly disappeared into the bedroom and locked the door. Although he desperately wanted to snoop and see what she was doing, he figured that getting caught snooping so soon would only worsen his situation. He had no idea how she had made this happen, but the thought that she did it and loved every second of it made her absolutely terrifying in his eyes. What else could she be capable of?

Before too long, Trent had moved along to the next item of his list assigned by Sarah: mopping the floor of the kitchen. Upon filling up a tub of water that he thought was a close enough mix of soap to water, he struggled to carry the weight given his smaller build. It was a shame to lose all of his muscles, but especially shameful when he could barely carry a bucket of water that he could have done easily in his old body. Dipping the mop into the solution and wringing it out slightly, he began to mop the floor to the best of his ability.

Hearing the door of their bedroom open, Trent ducked his head down the hallway to watch his wife walking down the hall. But instead of seeing his body in only the pair of shorts he had fallen asleep in, Trent Taylor’s body was decked out in an old windbreaker and pair of sweatpants from his days of playing for the 49ers, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Wha- Where are you going?” Trent said, his voice showcasing his nervousness. Entering the living room, Sarah quickly dropped the bag down onto the floor with a thunderous thud while eerily glaring at her former body.

“I’m going to practice, Bengals always have practice on Saturday morning…” she said with an annoyed tone. “You would think that you would remember this since you’ve been playing football for years now…” she continued, rolling her eyes as Trent continued to stare in disbelief.

“No, you can’t go. You’ll embarrass me in front of everyone!” he gasped, the thought of his wife fumbling every possible catch and ruining every drill rapidly running in his head.

“I’ll be fine. Get back to work or I’ll extend my stay in your body,” she warned, which caused Trent to quickly rush back to the kitchen and start mopping. Seeing her husband mop the floor wasn’t enough, she wanted to make it worse on him. “No, that’s not going to do. That’s way too simple for someone as cocky as you,” she said as she made her way over the sink and opened the cupboard underneath. After rummaging around for a moment, she quickly grabbed an item and slammed the doors shut.

Walking back over to Trent, she had him reach out his hand and she quickly dropped the item into his hand. “Get on your hands and knees and wash the floor with that!” she chuckled, returning to pick up her bag and turning back to face the man. “C’mon, get to work… or else,” she warned, which caused Trent to swallow his pride and just comply.

As he groaned and got onto his knees, Trent began to dip the sponge offered to him into the water and started scrubbing the floor with it. Hearing the laughter behind him as his wife stared at her own body washing the floor was an easy way to infuriate the man. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he definitely wanted to throw things around. But his mental rule of always appearing to be a perfect man forced him to conceal those feelings… at least until he was alone.

After a few minutes of watching her husband do simple yet embarrassing tasks, Sarah checked the clock and realized she had to go. “Ok, well, get everything done on the list and prepare dinner for when I’m home from practice. Otherwise, you’ll have plenty more time to get used to being my wife,” she stated with her hands on her hips, giving a cocky grin to her husband before exiting and going to live the life of Trent Taylor.

With his wife now out of the door, Trent allowed those feelings to flood his body and find release in any way possible. Through clenched fists and gritted teeth, the man began to wail and express his sadness in the situation. It wasn’t fair that he would be punished for being a husband just wanting a traditional wife. Traditions were there for a reason, it was beneficial to society! But apparently, his wife hadn’t agreed and found a way to teach him an extreme lesson about her hatred of his perspective. While he had gotten the message loud and clear upon staring down at his new tits and from doing a simple task of sweeping a dirty floor, he knew that this wouldn’t be enough for his bitter wife.

For the next few hours, Trent did his assigned chores around the house until all that was left was to clean their master bathroom. Upon entering the room and flicking on the light, Trent was both aroused and disgusted by the reflection he saw. Given the fact that he was now in his wife’s body, he was still turned on but incredibly annoyed by the fact that he was the one now operating it. He missed his scruffy facial hair, buff chest, and swollen biceps, especially since it was replaced with a set of tits, a hairless form, and two small frail arms with freshly manicured hands. While staring in the mirror, Trent slowly slipped himself out of the outfit and stared at the naked body he had spent many years admiring while fucking it. Looking down and seeing a crotch devoid of his thick cock was a nightmare, but he couldn’t deny the slight tingle of pleasure that ran through his body as his fingers grazed the outer edges of his new vagina. Fuck, this is going to become a problem isn’t it, he thought as he couldn’t help but run his fingers around the edges once more.

While the thought of having a vagina initially grossed Trent out to extreme levels, he couldn’t resist wanting to test out a woman’s orgasm. If anything, he had hoped that it could possibly help him become a better lover once they swapped back since he would get first-hand experience in learning what a female body likes. But as he remembered the rules of this swap, he stopped himself from rummaging around his wife’s drawer of sex toys. Getting back to business, Trent returned to cleaning up the messy toilet stained from his early morning trips to the bathroom where he often missed the stool entirely while in his dazed state. He felt absolutely humiliated as he got down on his hands and knees to scrub every inch of the toilet bowl, which only angered him further as he realized that this was just what his wife was wanting...

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Punished For Pride

“Hey stud, time to come back to Earth! Weren’t you going to flex those muscle tits of yours for me?”

As Joseph shook his head, the man gave a dopey chuckle before taking a puff from the cigarette that loosely hung from his lips. Despite thinking such a command was weird, he pulled open his shirt and began to sensually pop his pecs for the enthusiastic twink standing in front of him. Upon doing it a few times and watching the twink stare in absolute lust though, the sudden throbbing of his boner made him shake away such a bizarre thought. Why would this be weird? He loved nothing more than flaunting his godly body to pretty twinks like this guy!

Across from him Oliver, the twink, couldn’t help but have a full-body shiver while standing outside in his glittery mesh crop top and vibrant purple booty shorts. Although this was partially due to the cold breeze that whipped against his frail frame, he was truly shivering in both delight and amusement at the man who was continuing to flex his muscles and remark about how pretty Oliver was. The reason behind this was just a few minutes ago, the bulky redneck had been a homophobic asshole who had admonished Oliver for his “faggy” attire and threatened to beat his ass if he didn’t change.

Growing up in a small town, Oliver was used to his fair share of close-minded people who didn’t accept his lifestyle, especially in high school as he found himself bullied by countless jocks. It was through his own desperation for relief from these situations that allowed him to stumble upon the art of hypnosis, which he quickly began to study and become an expert in. In addition to wanting to make his life easier, he was desperate for a little bit of revenge and thus began to one-by-one send his tormentors into a deep slumber as he retooled their minds and personalities to his liking. 

Given how extreme their hatred was of a self-identifying queer man, Oliver was left with no other choice but to cheekily assume they were closet cases and thus it was his task of freeing them from the deep closet they had buried themselves into. From there, his school was going through a coming out epidemic as every single jock who tormented Oliver suddenly broke up with their gorgeous cheerleader girlfriends, declared their homosexuality to the world, and began to spend time in the locker rooms after their practices exploring each others’ bodies.

Ever since he made his way to college where he was surrounded by more open-minded and accepting individuals, Oliver’s penchant for hypnosis had become less and less frequently utilized. But after encountering Joseph leaning against the brick wall of a next door biker bar, old habits die hard so he approached the man and sent him into a deep slumber. In addition to turning him into a proud gay man, the twink altered his personality to become somehow who loved to flaunt their body and flex their muscles – so much so that the man implanted a suggestion for Joseph to quit his job instantly and search for work at the gay club as a go-go dancer.

Upon hearing the man ask if he could join him, Oliver extended out an arm and watched as the formerly stern redneck giggled like a schoolgirl and wrapped his burly forearm around the twink’s. As Joseph quickly pulled his cigarette from his lips and flicked it away, the duo looked at each other and smiled before they made their way into the club for a hot and sweaty night…

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