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Rebirth

Amy stared down at her body with blurred vision. She began to panic as her seemingly swollen hands traced down her body. Her rough fingertips gliding over the unfamiliar curves and grooves of her torso and the abnormal sight of her darkened flesh was nearly enough to make her faint in shock. The only thing keeping her mind from shutting off at that moment was the sight of the tight, grey boxers briefs that hugged around her wide, powerful hips.

Nearly falling out of bed, Amy awoke from her dream. She panted heavily as she tried to recall her visions.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself. “That damn dream again.”

Amy groaned as she dragged herself out of bed. The entire week she would awake from dreams of herself in a different body. Sometimes she was a gym coach or a bodybuilder but one thing that remained constant was the dark colored under that she would wear every single time. The dreams were odd, yeah, but Amy didn’t mind. She would never truly admit it to herself but she actually found the dreams exciting. So exciting that she found herself more disappointed when they ended than spooked at their scheduled occurrence. Amy always felt that she was a bit of a bland person but her sexual desires were a bit more than just “kinky.”

She wanted to be a man. She wasn’t gay and wasn’t uncomfortable in her own body but the idea of being a stud gripped her interest more than almost anything. She was in love with the idea of being worshiped as a muscled covered stud. Being a big, strong, virile man was her dream goal. “Emphasis on the dream,” she would say to herself. Sure it was upsetting that her fantasy would never come true but she was content with her current life.

While lost in thought, Amy nearly forgot that her classes started soon. She rushed to her drawers to get changed. She began rummaging through her panties when she discovered two pairs of briefs sitting underneath her underwear. One was colored in a deep, dark black and the other wore a familiar grey tint. She instantly recognized the pair from her dreams. She stumbled back a bit, anxiously trying to rationalize the situation to no avail. Her boyfriend wouldn’t leave his undies in her drawer, she’d be livid if he pulled that shit. He did laundry at his own place so there’s no way she mixed it up on her own. Amy remained puzzled and couldn’t think of a plausible explanation. She grabbed the pair of briefs and threw them in the back of her bag. She planned on talking to Brian about it after her classes were over.

Amy attended her classes but her mind was still fixated on the briefs and their relevance to her dreams. She always felt it was odd how unnaturally they seemed to squeeze her waist while she was in a different body. They seemed supernatural in a way. After her classes were over, Amy drove over to her boyfriend’s new apartment to ask him about the underwear and maybe take her mind off of things with a bit of couple’s time. When she pulled up, a frown stretched across her face as she saw an unfamiliar car parked outside of her boyfriend’s apartment.

“Uhg, great. He would be here of all days.” Amy groaned as she grabbed her keys. She completely forgot that her boyfriend had a new roommate moving in. She never met the guy but she knew the kind of friends that Brian usual hung out with. Greasy, weed-scented nerds that lazed around all day eating nothing but junk and take-out. Amy considered leaving but figured that the briefs would bother her more than Brian’s new roommate.

Amy knocked impatiently on the door, silently pouting to herself as she heard heavy footsteps stomp towards her. When the door swung open, her eyes met with a dark skinned, 6’3 behemoth of a man. She glared up at him, eyes wide at the sight of his buff, shirtless, figure. His shoulders and chest were layered with a thin coat of sweat that made his mounds of muscle shimmer in the light and his arms were thick and riddled with dark veins that ran down the length of his massive biceps and bulky forearms. Even his tight six-pack glistened as if his abs were polished just minutes ago. His handsome, chiseled face looked down at her with narrowed eyes while retaining a calm expression.

Amy began to stammer. “I-I’m sorry, I think I have the wrong apartment.”

She tried desperately not to glare to much at his muscles but when she felt her eyes fix on his gorgeous pecs, she turned around quickly to leave out of embarrassment.

“Wait.” A deep, adamant voice commanded before she felt a large hand wrap around her slender right arm. His grip wasn’t meant to be rude or frightening but it was unintentionally overpowering, it felt like he could tear her arm off if he applied just a bit of force.

“You’re Brian’s girl right?” Amy turned around carefully and nodded.

A smile crept over the stranger’s face. “Yeah! Amy is it? Damn, my bad. C’mon in, Brian’s helpin’ me unpack right now.”

The stranger’s giant hand weakened its grip from Amy’s arm and began to slide down the length of her skinny limb until it wrapped around her hand, gently pulling her inside of the apartment. He seemed warm and inviting but brutish in a way that both scared and aroused Amy. She felt as if he was the kind of man that she dreamed of being.

The stranger lead her to the room where Brian was in. He was setting down a heavy looking box before his gaze fixed on the two.

“Oh shit, you showed up,” he expressed excitedly with a smile on his face. “Hell yeah, I was meaning to introduce the two if you.”

Brian walked over and pulled Amy in close before greeting her with a hug and kiss. They both turned around towards the stranger who sat patiently in the doorway.

“Amy, this is Eric, the guy I’ve been telling you about.” Brian gestured a hand towards Eric and Eric gave a casual nod towards Amy.

Amy was still focused on Eric’s heavy-set figure but she managed to stumble out a simple hello.

Brian shot Eric a confused glance. “Why’d you take your shirt off bro?”

Eric let out a short sigh. “Welp, all that liftin’ and shit worked me up. Got a bit soaked is all. Not like I can change anyways, my clothes and shit are still at my old place.”

A few seconds of awkward silence passed while Amy clung to Brian before Brian began to speak again.

“Ey, I gotta plan. Amy, you help Eric unpack some shit while I grab his clothes?” Amy’s eyes widened in panic. She already felt awkward just being near him with her boyfriend next to her. She couldn’t possibly last any moment alone with him without getting caught staring at those big, sexy, guns of his.

Eric seemed to answer for her. “Shit, sounds good to me,” he said with a smirk.

Brian clapped his lands and began walking out of the room. “Good shit, I’m gonna start the car. I’ll be back in an hour, give or take. Have fun you two.”

Brian was long gone before Amy could muster up her protest. Eric’s voice boomed from behind her. “Don’t worry about helping, I’ll take care of the lifting and unpacking.”

“‘K-kay,” was all that Amy could stutter.

Spending time with Eric wasn’t as bad as she thought. He was a pretty chill guy, way different than she expected. They had a few mutual hobbies and she took interest in his athletic stories about his past wrestling matches. He was even kind enough to let Amy feel up on some of his muscles, though she felt a bit guilty for touching another guy, she couldn’t help but worship his herculean physique. As she slid her fingers between his abs, she began to recognize the contours of his body. They were the same that she felt within her most lastest dream. She began to piece things together before Eric let out a slight grunt as her fingers wrapped around his abs. She was unwittingly reaching deeper than she expected, her fingertips barely reaching inside of his shorts.

She pulled away quickly before letting out a barrage of sorries. Eric waved it off repeating “Don’t worry, don’t worry.”

The two sat in the same room, the awkward silence only being broken by the occasional heavy slam of one of Eric’s boxes full of crap from his old place. Amy noticed beads of sweat leaking down his legs. Her eyes wandered upwards to see an obvious bulge poking from Eric’s shorts that he was trying to hide subtly by covering it with his thigh or changing direction. It seemed like he was going commando. Amy began to plan in her head. It’s no coincidence that the briefs from her dream and the man from her dream were here in front of her. Maybe, her fantasy could finally be realized if she played the cards that she had been dealt with. She needed to match the conditions that dream presented to her if she wanted to fulfill her desires. And it starts with Eric slipping on those grey briefs.

“Hey, uhh, you’re kind of showing there,” Amy pointed out.

Eric swiftly covered his bulge with a picture frame that he grabbed from one of his boxes.

“S-sorry about that,” he muttered in embarrassment.

Amy mimicked a sigh and grabbed the grey briefs from her bookbag and threw them at Eric.

“Those are Brian’s, I’m sure he’ll be cool with it. Don’t worry, they’re clean.”

Eric let out a sigh of relief before saying “Thank God” as he slipped down his shorts. Amy could make out the first half of his thick, corded shaft before she averted her gaze. She waited until she heard the waistband of the briefs smack against his waist before looking back. The briefs wrapped neatly around him, they fit him perfectly. She couldn’t help but notice that his package looked especially exceptional. She gulped down hard as she saw his fat bulge grind against his shorts as he pulled them up his body.

“Good looks,” Eric said before getting back to unpacking.

“Don’t mention it.” Amy was so turned on by the sight before her. She grabbed her bookbag and went to the bathroom in a hurry without saying another word.

Amy sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom, her legs shifting back and forth as she tried desperately to tame her arousal. She was steadily getting more and more excited. Was this actually going to happen? She was still missing a few steps but she knew she was close. She looked back into the bag and grabbed the black briefs. They much fit into this somehow. She pulled down her tight jeans and took off her panties to replace them with the roomy briefs that barely clung onto her slender waist. She would get his body if it was the last thing she did.

Amy stepped slowly into the doorway, wearing nothing but the a bra and the black, unfitting briefs. Eric began to stumble on his words as she crept closer to him, eventually falling back on his bed. Amy shushed his as she pulled down his shorts and began running her hands up and down the length of his now throbbing bulge. She began making out with him, one hand scanning the surface of his powerful, bulky chest while the other ran up and down the length of his girthy black shaft as it hid underneath the tight, grey briefs.

She straddled on top of him, her back facing him as she undid her bra. His strong hands gropping her butt and thighs. Amy moaned and pushed down on his chest, urging Eric to lean back and enjoy. Eric did just that, he was more than eager to enjoy the ride. Amy had another plan in mind. She slid her legs into his briefs carefully to join him inside the tight undies. The squeeze was tight but she managed to fit inside.

Eric let out a moan and a slight chuckle. “You must be one kinky chick.”

Amy let out a devious grin as she eased herself further down into his briefs, enjoying the feel of his fat, throbbing cock sliding between her cheeks. She eased down on his body and let the waistband of the briefs close on their bodies. As the waistband smacked against her soft stomach, she felt her body pull into his, almost as if she were sinking. Eric began to moan with pleasure but Amy didn’t know how to react. She cautiously pushed her butt and legs further inside of Eric’s body until a new sensation coursed through her.

Her thick, feminine curves twisted and morphed into strong, meaty contours that she could only describe as “firm” and “manly.” What grabbed her attention even more was the unnatural feeling in her pelvic region. The familiar presence of her vagina vanished, instead replaced with a new long, thick, and throbbing form. Eric continued to moan but when Amy looked down, her lower half had vanished inside of her body. She struggled to move her new heavy legs but was instead more focused on her new aching cock.

It was quite the size. A girthy eight inch python hung between her legs, pulsing with every second. Amy winced after every throb, sometimes even squeezing her eyes shut every time she felt her new member ache. Her beefy legs, her loaded balls, her thick raw cock, everything felt so heavy. But it felt so good. The shocking sensation of her new body nearly overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure once she attuned to her new dick. She wanted more. She wanted all of Eric’s body. She leaned back further onto his massive frame, letting hi ripped chest absorb her frail figure. Eric moaned and grunted just as if Amy was still riding him. He was completely unaware of her actions.

Amy could feel Eric’s shredded, sweat coated abs rub against her back as she settled on top of him. They felt like stone as they caressed her back. So hard, so firm. It felt even better as she sunk into his giant torso. After her body was completely absorbed by Eric’s bulky mass, she threw her head back in pleasure. Her pecs were large and meaty, just like she had dreamed of. The absence of her breasts shocked her but her astonishment quickly vanished after she felt the overwhelming presence of her new mighty chest. Amy’s hunky chest swelled in size with every breath, making her feel even larger every time she took air into her powerful lungs. Her abs tensed up as if she was sucking in her stomach to show off their defined, lean appearance. They felt so hard, so heavy. The sensation felt so straining but felt so damn good. She could feel strands of sticky precum squeeze out of her cock as her abs pushed against her dark flesh.

She threw her arms onto his and let them disappear into his big, black cannons. She could instantly feel Eric’s muscular arms become her own. She balled her hands up into fists and began to flex, letting her biceps swell with strength. The black skins covering her massive guns pulled taut over the raw amount of sheer muscle covering her arms. The veins scattered throughout her muscled limbs throbbed against her skins. She loved everything about this body, especially how hairy and muscular her pits were. The muscles lining the edges of her deep hairy armpits made her feel more masculine than ever, she loved how they felt as she flexed her arms. The harder she flexed, the more precum leaked out of her aching rod. Her cock, along with her giant muscles felt extremely powerful and stiff and she loved every second of it.

Amy just couldn’t wait any longer, she threw her head back and let the rest of her body disappear inside of Eric. Her vision was a blur, the only thing bringing Amy back to conscious was the aching that she felt around her crotch as the tight grey briefs choked her fat, black cock.

She sat up in the bed, inspecting her new form. She was finally in the body of her dreams. The sculpted, beefy chest that she owned in her fantasies, the giant, muscle covered arms that she wished for for years, and the thick cock that she dreamt of stroking. Now, she could finally enjoy her new life as Eric. She leaned back and started rubbing her new gorgeous physique, letting her giant hands glide of her giant biceps, her thick forearms, and her heavily built chest. She gripped and squeezed her pecs tightly, feeling their firm mass fill her palms. Chist they felt amazing. She wanted more. Her hands slowly moving down and down, moving past her ripped abs and down to the waistband of the tight boxer briefs. She slid them down to reveal her cock, her aching new member that practically begged to be released. It was just as massive as it felt. It’s pink tip was covered in oozing precum, some strands even trickled down her thick, veiny shaft. She eagerly began stroking it with her right hand while the others felt up and down her muscle packed body.

She never knew how fucking great it felt to stroke your own cock. She was blown away by the pleasure, the sensation of a tight hand jerking up and down her thick shaft. She moaned deeply as she stroked it over and over, groping her giant muscles while she inched closer to blowing her load. He flexed her free arm and sucked in her abs, making her muscles even more defined and powerful. She loved her massive biceps, she loved her thick hairy forearms, she loved her big meaty pecs, and she loved those firm, packed abs. Her muscles began to tense all over her body, she was about to cum. She sat up and began jerking her cock faster and faster, nearly reaching her climax before she heard the bedroom door creak open.

Her eyes widened as she saw Brian standing in the doorway with a look of astonishment and awe in his face. His surprised expression slowly turned into a slight grin.

“You know I hate when you get started without me,” he said cockily as he slowly began stepping towards Eric.

Amy was confused. So confused that she didn’t even give a reaction. Maybe reality had altered after the merge was complete? She didn’t have a clue but she went along with it, playing her new role as Eric.

Brian walked up to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. He kneeled before Eric and wrapped his hand around his hard, leaking cock.

“I get so jealous when my big hunky boyfriend starts without me.”

Brian slowly stroked Eric’s cock before shoving it inside of his mouth, letting his tongue wrap around Eric’s shaft. Amy winced. The action was so sudden. So unexpected. So…hot. She never noticed before but Brian looked like the perfect twink. He was thin, but fit, and he always had such a cute looking face. The kind of boyfriend Amy would want if she were a guy. It all made sense then. She threw back her head as Brian slowly began sucking on her cock.

“Yeah, suck that dick,” Amy said as her giant hand wrapped around Brians head, slowly pushing his face further onto her cock.

Brian was loving every second. Letting Eric’s fat dick defile his mouth as he gripped his giant, muscular thighs. He especially loved how Eric pushed his head down on his dick while he slowly sucked up and down his shaft. After Eric’s cock reached the back of Brian’s throat just a few more times, Eric finally pulled out of his mouth, his dick wet with spit. Eric pulled up Brian and began kissing him. He pulled Brian in close, letting his god-like figure press into Brian’s submissive form. Eric’s meaty arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s back as they made out, giving Brian a hard on. Eric immediately noticed and began rubbing his raw, black cock against Brian’s growing bulge.

Eric’s hands felt down Brian’s back, eventually reaching his ass. Eric squeezed his butt nice and hard before pulling down Brian’s pants to pull out his hard cock. Eric’s giant black member rubbed against Brian’s, covering it in ropes of leaky precum.

“You want to take this cock don’t you?” Eric asked in that deep, manly voice of his. Brian was so turned on that he could barely speak, only replying with fast, eager nods. Eric gently swung Brian towards the bed and laid him down, pulling off his pants and underwear right as Brian was on his back.

Amy was completely in the zone. She was totally obsessed with her new role as Eric. She was born to be this big. She grabbed her thick, leaky rod and began jerking it as she towered over Brian’s squirming, naked form. She pulled him closer with one giant hand and began pushing her fat tip against Brian’s tight hole. Brian’s asshole squeezed tight around Amy’s tip as she continuously teased his ass. Brian moaned softly, looking up at Amy with narrowed eyes, begging her to fuck him.

Amy asked in a deep voice, “You want this dick huh?’

Brian begged and begged for Amy to slide inside and she was happy to oblige. She slowly slid her cock inside of Brian’s tight ass, feeling his tight squeeze wrap around his thick black shaft. She pushed deeper and deeper into Brian’s ass, pressing her muscular body onto his while she kissed him. She pushed until the base of her thick, black rod touched the entrance of Brian’s ass. Brian moaned uncontrollably and Amy made deep grunts, surprised by the sexy sensation of Brian’s tight ass. Amy grabbed Brian by the hips and began thrusting into his repeatedly. She looked down at her body, watching as her sweat covered pecs vibrated with every pound and how toned her tight abs looked as she continuously pumped her fat cock into Brian’s asshole. He felt tighter and tighter with every stroke, his ass was slowly attuning to Amy’s fat cock. She gripped his hips even harder, letting her pump into him even faster and allowing her giant arms to flex as she fucked him. Brian’s moans filled the air but Amy was focused on the wet smack that spread through the air as Amy slammed her muscle covered body into her boyfriend’s

Brian was on cloud nine. He could feel Eric’s thick cock throbbing inside of him, leaking all over his walls. He tried to clamp down as hard as he could but he was so thick that he found it almost too difficult. He tried desperately to milk Eric’s cock with his tight butt. It felt so good having his big hunk of a boyfriend lean over him as her fucked him senseless. He wrapped his legs around Eric’s waist, shoving his cock inside even deeper, letting his ass milk that thick black shaft of his. Eric slammed his hands onto Brian’s arms, pinning him to the bed while he pounded his ass. Faster and faster, Eric thrusted inside of his boyfriend, rubbing against and massaging his prostate just right. Brian squirmed uncontrollably as he looked up towards his stud of a boyfriend.

Amy’s eyes narrowed towards Brian. “Cum for this dick, cum for me!” She demanded over and over, pounding him harder after every command. Brian couldn’t hold his composure any longer. His cock erupted, shooting a fat load of cum onto his chest as Eric pounded his ass. After watching her boyfriend cum hands free, Amy was thrown into a frenzy. With every ounce of stamina, she fucked Brian as hard as she could, eager to fill up his ass with her seed. Brian’s hole began to clamp harder and harder as his cock continued to leak strands of cum. With a loud roar, Amy shot her fat load of cum inside of Brian’s tight asshole. She filled her boyfriends ass up with her hot, sticky seed, pushing it in deeper and deeper with her cock, coating Brian’s walls with white. Amy’s chest fell on top of Brian once again as she kissed him passionately, rubbing her defined muscles all over Brain’s naked bod. Amy plopped beside her boyfriend in bed, wrapping her giant arms around him once more. She pulled Brian in close and held him tight. She was meant to be a hunk, and she was glad that she had such a great boyfriend to share her amazing body with.

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The girls in the locker room snickered behind her back as Janet pulled off her gym shirt. They didn't have to shower before class (thank God!) but everyone needed to change out of their sweaty gym clothes. Janet always felt like an outsider and didn't have many friends in her class. It was partially to do with her tomboyish features: tall, lanky, flat-chested, a little bit muscular; but also because she preferred "guy" things to "girl" things. She was the youngest in her family and her twin older brothers let her tag along with their friends growing up. They were always skateboarding, riding dirt bikes, wrestling, or getting into trouble. It was a great childhood, but that all changed in late middle school. Her brothers where in high school now and their friends thought it was weird to hang out with a middle-school girl. And so she was left on her own. Now a junior in high school, Janet was isolated and lonely. She heard someone laughing nearby and tried not to look up. They were around the corner of a row of lockers, but she overheard anyway (that was probably the point anyway...)

"...such a freak. I mean, did you see her in the weight room..." "...what girl bench presses that much..." "...a girl with a dick, that's who!"

Janet tried to fight back tears as the laughter continued. She didn't have a dick, of course. She was a woman, but sometimes wondered if maybe she was transgender. She liked guys, not only because she could relate to them better, but because she was attracted to their bodies. Was that why she liked lifting? Was it because she wanted to be a man?

The laughing continued.

"Bitches..." Janet whispered under her breath. That was a mistake, because the laughter stopped. She would pay for that later, she was sure of it. These girls were your typical high school "mean girls" and she was an easy target for them.

"Hey Janet," one them called out. "The boy's locker room is on the other side!"

"Yeah, you must have wandered in here by mistake," said another girl.

They walked formed a circle around her and laughed. Janet grabbed her gym bag and ran out of the locker room before they saw her crying. She was so worried they were following her, that she sped up. As she turned the corner, she ran headfirst into a group of guys coming in from the gym and tripped. One of the guys caught her as she fell. His name was Cody, the captain of the basketball team and one of the tallest, fittest, guys at her high school.

"Sorry..." Janet mumbled.

"Dude, it's fine," Cody answered.

His basketball jersey was damp with sweat and the smell of his body odor mixed with deodorant and body spray was musty and raw.

"Hey, I know you," he added. "You're Davey's little sis, right?"

Her older brother David had played basketball, so they probably were on the same team at some point in high school.

"Yeah, that's me" she added as she grabbed her bag and tried to leave the conversation.

"Woah, dude, why don't you play. You'd be great," he said. His kindness made his face look even more attractive. But Janet saw that the girls were leaving the locker room, so she didn't answer and snuck out of the gym to the parking lot.

At home, she kept thinking about what she had overheard that day. It left her feeling empty and confused. Her parent's were gone that night, so she spent the night playing video games online. She was a big fan of games that were by no means "girly." It started with games like "Halo," "Borderlands" "Call of Duty", but she was a huge fan of "Gears of War." She always seemed to identity with the hyper-masculine heroes of the games, with their strong muscles, heavy guns, and no bullshit attitudes. Even when there was an option to build a female character in a video game, she almost always made herself the biggest, tankiest, brute, and played melee style.

That night, she was playing with random guys all over the world. It was commonplace for them to either not care about her gender, or just assume she was a guy. Though some might say that was sexist, she didn't care. She just wanted to be one of the guys anyway.

That night, she had a strange dream. It started as a scene from the video game earlier that day. Her squad was clearing out a bunker, but it transformed into her high school locker room. There she was, standing in the middle of the guys locker room. She saw a group of guys showering, there wet asses covered in soap and their hair matted down on their faces. She saw Cody, his calves round, his thighs thick, and his muscled bubble butt. She felt uncomfortable, but no one seemed to notice her. She started to back away when she heard someone shout out, "Look guys, Janet's got a cock!"

She stared down at her crotch and saw that she had a massive boner sticking out from her naked body. She heard echoes of laughter from all sides, but couldn't escape the dream. All around her were shadowy figures taunting her.

"Be strong. Be yourself. Fight. You have to fight. You have the strength. Fight through. Be strong."

Her hands curled into fists and she felt a primal, almost orgasmic rage, rise within her. When she lifted up her arms, she saw that they were ripped with muscle and covered in tattoos. Her chest and abs were chiseled and she felt taller. She took the stance of a fighter and landed a punch on one of the shadowy beings. She let out a grunt of satisfaction and turned to swing her hand across the jaw of another shadow.

"Good. You are a fighter. You are stronger than them. You must fight."

The fighting continued until all the shadows were gone. She let out a shout and pumped her fists together. Suddenly, the dream ended and she jumped up in her bed.

She turned on the lamp next to her bed and saw that she was back in her normal body. Her heartbeat was racing, but she knew it was just a dream. Probably caused by playing video games too late at night. She turned the light off and tried to go back to bed.

The next day at school, Janet figured there would be bullying. But she wasn't prepared for what she found on her locker. Someone had cut out a picture of her head and taped it onto a bodybuilder. Written across the top was "Roid Janet" and "Tranny Janny" (both new ones to her). She tore down the picture and walked away from her locker. She knew everyone was watching her, so instead of just hiding in the bathroom, she actually went and sat in her car. She pounded her fists on the steering wheel and thought to herself, "Why do I have to be a girl..."

Just then, she heard a voice in her head start to talk. "You are not a girl. You are a man. You are a fighter. You can become what you want. You choose to become strong. You choose to become a man. You choose to stop being Janet. When you become a man, Janet no longer exists. No one will know who Janet is. You will become a new person. A new man."

The voice grew louder in her head and she just laid back in her seat and let the voice put her into a deep trance. In this trance she felt strong, she felt powerful. At one point, it felt like she was having an orgasm, but it was different than anything she had felt before. But before she climaxed, it went away and the trance faded. She didn't want the teachers looking for her, so she back inside. But everyone was shuffling the halls as usual. What was strange was that no one made eye contact with her. This wasn't completely out of place, but it felt different somehow. She went back to her locker, but the combination she tried didn't open.

She banged her hand on the door, but no one stopped and looked. She stood in the middle of the hall and felt invisible. A nerdy kid that she had never seen before walked over to "her" locker and opened it. He took off his hoodie and hung it up on one of the hooks. It looked like all of her books and pictures were gone. On the intercom, she heard an announcement:

"A reminder to all students that the assembly with celebrity fighter and trainer Andy Hunt will start in the gym at 9:00 AM." She walked down the hall and passed the group of girls that bullied her staring at a poster. They were giggling about a shirtless man that was flexing. It was a poster for the special assembly. "OMG, he is SO sexy," they said casually. These girls paid no attention to Janet, even she was standing right next to him. Something about this man's body seemed familiar, like something she had seen in a dream.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her pocket and answered.

"Who is this?" said the voice on the other side.

"Janet, who are you?"

"Don't worry Janet. You are going to be fine. Just listen carefully."

"What! Who is this?"

"That doesn't matter. All that matters is who you are. Who you are becoming. Go to the locker room by 9:00. Andy needs his phone."

"Andy? Who is Andy? What's going on."

The caller hung up and she saw that the screen of her phone looked different. The time was 8:55. She had no idea what was happening, but saw that the halls were emptying out as everyone gathered in the gym.

She followed carefully, but the phone in her hand kept pinging with messages and text.

"Where r u, Andy?"

"Andy, you have less than 5"

When she entered the room, she saw a crew of cameramen and people waiting for the assembly to start.

"Andy, thank God you're here!" said a short thin man with a bald spot.

"I'm not Andy," Janet wanted to say, but the man was dragging her by the wrist.

"Just wait in the locker room until your cue, alright!"

As Janet walked down the hallway, she started to feel dizzy. She turned right, but the man laughed.

"Wrong way, Andy -- the men's room is that way" he said, pointing down the hallway on the left.

"Men's room, but, I ... uh ... what is going ..."

Janet turned down the hallway and walked through the door into the boy's locker room. It felt like dream. The room seemed steamy and Janet started taking off her clothes. As she stripped, she heard the voice again.

"Andy, you are so close. You are ready. Look at yourself Andy. You are strong. You are popular. You are an inspiration. You can be the man you want. You can inspire others to greatness. Look at yourself Andy."

Janet turned toward a mirror and saw the face of Andy Hunt staring back. This was the face of the man she always dreamed of being. His eyes were dark. He had a beard and styled hair. His bulging arms were tattooed. His chest strong, with only a little hair between his pecs. His abs were perfect and below was a forest of dark hair and a massive towering cock.

"Let go Andy. Allow yourself to let go."

Janet took the massive cock and stroked it back and forth. With every invigorating stroke, her mind emptied and she allowed herself to drift away. The sensation of being this man in the mirror took control. Andy wanted this, so Andy kept going. With a few thrust, Andy sprayed come into the sink and felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. Usually, he wouldn't do this before a show, but today felt different. He cleared his throat and spat into the sink. Outside, he heard people chanting his name.

Andy walked over to a bench and pulled out his underwear and the track suit and fitness wear with the words "Andy Hunt: Trainer" printed on them. He saw his luggage for the rest of the tour.

As the crowd chanted his name, Andy took the stage as high energy music played. He dropped down and did twenty push ups in rhythm as they cheered. He walked over to the microphone and greeted the group.

"Hello! Hello!"

Over the course of his show, he encouraged everyone in the room to commit to being themselves, to become strong, to stand up for what they believed, to transform their lives. Afterward, he took selfies with adoring fans, gave them advice, and signed their notebooks. He posted some of the pictures on his massively popular Instagram and Twitter pages. Tomorrow, he would train a local gym to stay fit, but then continue the tour. His message was empowering and he wanted everyone to feel like they had the power to make their dreams a reality.

“Why does aging have to be so painful? I wish I didn’t have to deal with the aches and pains of being an old woman anymore.”

Margaret should’ve been more careful.

The next thing she realizes, is that she is aging, quickly, in reverse.

“Wha- what’s going on?” she exclaims in a panicked euphoria. “I feel almost like I did sixty years ago!”

A searing pain takes over her body. She begins to scream in agony. Her body cracks, as her bones grow and adjust into a new frame. The pain reduces to a numb, cramping feeling.

“Why do I feel so tall?” she asks in a confused state. “Wait. I am taller.”

Just then, the cramping feeling begins to intensify in her calves. She watches with fascination.

“Oh… these are… these are niiiiiiiice.”

The cramping begins to travel upwards, into her thighs, before they begin to bulge out, creating an aesthetic similar to tree trunks. She was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the transformation.

“Well, these definitely don’t look like a lady’s legs!” she chuckles as she watches the transformation. “I guess I get to be a guy this time around!” She feels her ass begin to grow and become shapely. “This is way nicer than any caboose I’ve ever seen on a woman…” -as she begins smiling.

Her stomach begins to distend, and bulge out from her currently narrow torso. It twists itself as it gradually rearranges itself into a beautiful set of washboard abs. “I always wished Gerald (her late husband) these. Now I have my own!”

She’s still feeling up her new abs as the muscles begin to ripple and grow along her spine. 

Before she knows it, her breasts that had returned to her younger state when she was reverse aging, start to rearrange themselves and grow as they turn into a nice sexy pair of pecs. “I wasn’t worried about missing my boobs, but I guess I don’t have to!”

Her shoulders begin to grow, and rearrange into boulder-like shapes, and her biceps and triceps become veiny and bulky. The forearms rearrange themselves to match the proportions of the rest of her arms, and her now large hands. “Guys back in my day weren’t anywhere near this muscular!” she says as she flexes her cannonball arms. “I guess I can be a traveling gun show now!” *chuckles*

Margaret’s neck begins to thicken, with her traps beginning to tie it in nicely with her shoulders. Then she begins to feel her face rearrange itself as it becomes sharp and masculine. Her hair begins to rearrange itself into a shorter and more masculine haircut.

She begins to feel a twisting, knotting, and painful feeling between her legs. Her screams of agony slowly turn into moans of pleasure as her new anatomy begins to take shape. The testosterone filling her body makes the sensation more euphoric. Margaret’s moans of pleasure begin to deepen as a gigantic adam’s apple begins to bulge out of the front of her neck. 

Any pain Margaret had felt begins to fade away, other than a needle-like itching sensation all over her body. 

By the time Margaret makes it to the mirror, light brown-almost auburn-hair dusts her entire body nicely, and she has a short beard.

Margaret has no words as she looks over her new, 6′3″ 220lb body in the mirror. 

She begins to feel up her new muscles. If it weren’t for her raging libido, she would’ve almost forgotten about her massive cock. The hormones begin to take over her body as she begins to understand what it feels like to have a dick. 

“Fuck yeah.” she moans. “I’m young, I’m handsome, and I’m thick… in many ways.” Margaret begins to pump her cock faster, the euphoria of being a male taking control. As she sprays her new seed all over the mirror, knowledge of sports, cars, women, and many other manly activities begin to fill her mind.

Margaret proceeds to the shower before finding some leftover clothes from her late husband. They fit very snug, but it’s all she needed so that she could go out and buy her new wardrobe. She pulls a huge wad of cash out of the floorboards. “This oughta be enough.”

Just then, Margaret realizes she’s going to have to come up with a new identity. “I guess I’ll go by Martin now. Martin, the huge, alpha, jock. My former children and grandchildren are going to be devastated when they find out that their ‘Dear old Margaret’ has disappeared. Now that I think about it… one of my granddaughters is about my new age… and she’s single… maybe I’ll have to pay her a visit.” she chuckles as she pats her new bulge.

Hey everyone! This is my first, original post, so please be gentle! However, feedback is welcome!

Sarah was getting ready for their costume party and even bought a "slutty" lumberjack outfit complete with axe which she thought was great for a few bucks.

As she was about to wear her top she saw something on the collar which almost reads as beware(?). She just shrugged it off and continued to wear her outfit.

She looked in the mirror and said perfect to herself, then grabbed the axe. As she grabbed the axe she felt weird and nauseated. She hunched down but hand still grasping the axe.

She brow was sweating a bit and then felt her arms trembling. As she looked to her hands she saw hairs sprouting and her muscles pulsing, harder and bigger they became.

Then her top felt tight and lo and behold she was filling the top but her boobs shrank, which were slowly being replaced by pecs.

Everything was throbbing and sounds of cracking and popping were heard as she gritted thru these moments.

When it stopped she sighed in relief and stood to face the mirror. Looking back at her was not her. But a really handsome and muscular man.

What will she do now as she brougt the axe up and posed.

We held our halloween party very well and when we were all somewhat drunk, a friend of mine gave me a can and said i should drink it tomorrow with Jane and gave me a wink.

After that talk the night resumed and i blacked out. When i came to i was in the bedroom and went to the living room.

I saw that someone was still sleeping on tge sofa, but couldn't really tell who it was but damn the dude was built.

I looked at his hand to see the can my friend gave me and got a bit sober. Then it soon dawned on me who this person was. It was Jane, he/she still wore the bra from yesterday and was moaning out my name from her usually erotic dreams. What scared me the most was seeing the huge tent that came afterwards.

I have magic to change anyone into anything but its very uncontrollable. One second you’re talking with your mom the next she becomes a 7ft Mr. Olympia competitor. Well it’s not all bad there are times when it comes useful other than satisfying my lustful urges. Take this one time where I was volunteering at my grandfathers’ retirement home.  As we were walking beside the railing his cane snapped and he was falling, couldn’t do anything but watch then my powers kicked. As he was falling he kept changing and when he finally fell he became this. He was strong enough that the fall did nothing and i got to keep my grandfather living a long time.

---Oooh these titties are huge~

Shit, that genie twisted my wish! Aren't you mad?!

---Not really. Wow look at my bicep when i make a muscle. Whoops the sleeves tore.

But . . . but. . . you're. . . . you're. . . a dude now!

---Yeah, so? I always thought what it would be like to be a man y'know. This is so awesome.

Well . . . . . . if you're okay with what happened, we can adjust till we find another genie or something.

---Yes please! Btw with how tall I am now you look so cute now. . . . . Oh wow look at my package. Hope you can take this thing when we do it.

Uhhhhhh. I can only say those words as i saw the MASSIVE thing my now MALE girlfriend possessed. God help me.

Gotta say, that Manly Bodywash really did what it said on the bottle.

"Be more of a MAN, than YOUR MAN"

It felt so erotic washing myself as i was being transformed into a man. The muscles, the pleasure, the cock!!

And now you see the new ME. I do hope the effects work on my boyfriend. I wanna see if I can still get bigger and manlier.

fresh pecs in the morning

Everything feels so different. I mean I was blessed in the chest department before but a guys chest feels so good both hard and soft and very sensitive.

Oh god i'm making myself hard again. How do guys live with these things with their own minds.

PEDRO AUGUSTO Instagram Stories: March 13th, 2020

It was supposed to be an April Fools prank.

I transformed my girlfriend opposite to her physical traits with magic. She WAS short and very feminine so I guessed it would be funny to see her surprised.

So on the morning of April 1st, I was already outside her home waiting for her to wake up.

I was already grinning to myself when I finally heard a scream. I sent her a text saying i was outside her home.

The door slowly opened and as I was saying April Fools, I was suddenly grabbed into the home.

When i finally finished saying fools, it dawned on me what i had done. My "girlfriend" was now so big and manly to point of intimidating me a 6'5 avid gym goer and even made me look like a child beside him.

She or now HE with gritted teeth said "You think this is funny??!!"

I could only say "a bit" and "sorry" to this behemoth with my head looking at the floor.

That was until I heard giggling and as I loomed upwards this beast said "You should see the look on your face" and "April Fools back"

I gave a sigh of relief that he wasn't angry. But then she said "I've known you were gonna do this a few days before and got a lock on that reversal".

I could only say What?!, when she followed it up with.

"Hope you can handle all of me, 'cuz I'm gonna stay this way till I get tired"

When the great shift happened everyone was in chaos. It took quite a long time for things to return to "normal", people were being sent back to their hometowns and families for free.

I was anxious to see my "new" family and what they looked like. When I came I got welcomed by a huge african american and a twinky ginger. They explained that the huge man was my mother and the twink was my father. Even with my mother is more assertive now, "he" is still submissive in bed (I know too much info).

I asked about my twin brother and was told to go to the gym where we used to go. I was very excited since I became 6ft and with a physique body.

When I got there I called out his name and waited for him to come. Just when I was going to call out I was tapped on my shoulder from behind. I turned around but had to look up to see the person's face.

I could only sputter Allen, and the guy smiled and said the one and only. He then hugged me and lifted me off the floor like nothing.

Oh sorry I'm still getting used to my strength, he said. Now that he finished working out we are going back home.

Then Allen warned me. Be careful about mom if you think I'm strong wait and see what he can do, when mom first came he broke the door knob and other stuff, even now he still makes mistakes.

I was so glad she didn't hug me when they welcomed me. Although I'm curious how strong he really is.

I am or was Grace and for some unknown reason I transformed into this hunk that you see. Maybe it was a whim of god or some sci-fi shit but I'm loving this.

I lay there running my hands up and down my new body, feeling the bumps and bulges. As I flex my arms I can feel strength so alien to me.

I especially love the equipment I got under. I've been with many men but even so they can't compare with what I have now. I can't even count how many times I'd jerked off now, but everything feels so right.

To whatever or whoever did this. Thank you.

The Great Shift - Am I Still a Lesbian?

“Whoa… Oh my God! I’m a man?!” Rhonda whispered to herself as she looked at her new form in the gym mirror, sweat coating her massive and hairy arms and the unavoidable stench of pure masculine testosterone wafting up from her now very hairy male pits. As she felt over her new physique and glanced downward, she began to feel an unfamiliar stirring in the red shorts she now had on.

Feeling no shame now, and more importantly, seeing no one else around the gym this time of day, she unabashedly slid her larger calloused hands into those shorts and wrapped her thicker manly fingers around her very new and very well endowed manhood. She looked at her new reflection in the mirror and smirked to herself once more before remarking, “And what a man I have become!”

Clearly, something very strange has happened to her. She was just settling in from a long shift at the hospital where she’d worked as an ER nurse for the last decade, hardly having much time for dating let along much of anything else. Though, her dating prospects weren’t all that great lately anyway – there were quite a few people lately posing as lesbians because it was the “in” thing to do, but they were all talk and no action. She’d chat them up for a little while only to have them back out at the last minute with cold feet, or they might even meet and make out, but rarely going further than that. She got tired of being everyone’s curiosity so she gave up on dating all together a few years back, focusing instead on her career and trying to make the best of being alone.

She still found women attractive, of course, and found herself checking women out occasionally when she was running errands or on some new TV show, wondering what it would be like to make out with, or even make love to, those beautiful women. Men never had much appeal to her, and besides, with how she normally dressed, cut her hair, and carried herself; men usually weren’t attracted to her type anyway, which was fine with her, she never wanted to be a lipstick lesbian type.

But now… Well, she still wasn’t attracted to the man whose body she suddenly found herself in moments after she had sat down on her favorite chair with a glass of red wine. But he was, well, powerful is probably the only way to describe him… And with another smirk, she realized women were often attracted to power. Even if she wasn’t particularly tall in her new body (though taller than her old female body), this powerful form just oozed dominance, and glancing down on the ring on her finger now, she realized this man must be married too.

She began to daydream, wondering what her new wife looks like. With a guy like this, she pictured your typical big breasted bimbo… And for some reason, that got her new cock all that much harder. She reached down once more to rub her new manhood through her sweaty shorts; it was thick and long, and honestly quite scary if it wasn’t attached to her own body now. But with yet another smirk, and a burning desire to put her new toy and body to use, she wrapped up at the gym and decided to head to her new home, and give her new wife a nice early morning fucking as a surprise!

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“Yeah, that’s okay, babe! I get it,” Vannessa spoke softly through the phone in her usual higher feminine voice, looking out of the restaurant window facing the street. “Work sucks and networking never ends. It’s—no, no really, I’m fine! I’ll see you when you come back from the office. Okay….. Mmm-Ok, love you too. Byeeee.”

She hung up the phone, glaring down at her husband’s name and picture on the screen, and then looked back up to watch her husband hang up and tuck his phone back into his suit jacket pocket. He straightened his jacket, ran his hands through his hair and opened the door to the restaurant. Vannessa coughed and cleared her voice.

“This son of a bitch…” she spoke in a rich, deep voice and took another sip from her espresso. She caught the bastard cheating on her about a week ago with this stud and she’d been planning on her revenge ever since. She was fine with her husband being bi, she just would’ve appreciated some honesty and explanation before he went and embarrassed and betrayed her with some dude (whom she’ll admit is drop dead gorgeous but that doesn’t justify anything). It started with inhabiting the body of her husband’s new love, which was easy enough since he was very public on Instagram about his whereabouts. She’d left a note to her husband that she was leaving, but he wouldn’t find that until later, after she’d carried out her plan.

She intended to break his heart, like really break his heart. Hell, he’d done the same to her, so it was only right that she do it to him. She planned to use her new body to its full advantage, make her husband feel awful for a change. She would give him an incredible night out, she best fucking he’d ever had in his life, and then she’d tell him it’s over, that she’d way out of his league abs that it’ll never work—and she’d be right! She *was* way out of his league now, she was bigger, better, hotter, and thicker than anyone he’d ever hope to find again. He could try to get back with his “wife,” but she had a feeling that “she” was letting all kinds of similarly bigger, better, hotter, and thicker dudes to fill her hole right now.

For now, Vannessa felt great in her new body. She loved the confidence walking around in this studly physique gave her, she turned herself on every time she got a look at her smirking face in the mirror, and she was surprisingly adept at working her new thick cock, as 3 different guys at the gym this afternoon could attest to. But for now…

“Hey, man!” her husband pipped up at her approached the table.

Vannessa grinned and stood up. ‘Let it begin,’ she thought. “Hey yourself!”she boomed as she wrapped her arms around him, which he reciprocated, as she dove her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. Her husband was surprised but welcomed it as he caressed Vannessa’s new side muscles and abs. His cock instantly swelled and pressed against Vannessa’s hip, so she let hers do the same to him, wrapped her powerful arms around him and sliding her strong middle finger up the line of his crack over his tight suit pants. Her husband’s body stiffened and he pushed her away with a gasping breath.

Vannessa grinned widely. “Too far?” she murmured down (down! she’d never been taller than her husband!) to him.

“A little,” he gasped with a laugh. “I don’t want to bust one in the middle of this restaurant.”

“True, let’s save that for the main course,” she beamed, lightly slapping her husband’s ass and squeezing his cheek.

They sat down and enjoyed their meal; well, Vannessa enjoyed a large steak and lobster dinner on her husband’s dime (what?! a big boy’s gotta eat!), and her husband sipped water and munched on a side salad like the dutiful bottom he is. She was going to wreck him, and she was so looking forward to it.

“I’m so glad I found you, babe,” her husband grinned, reaching across the table and squeezing Vannessa’s large hand. She looked at the hand and saw the tan line on his ring finger. She felt her neck and chest muscles glaring as she tried to control herself. She simply squeezed back harder, rubbing the side of his hand with her large thumb.

“Me too, babe,” she said as she felt her cock pressing hard against her tight pants, leaking wet pre inside, wanting nothing more than to pulverize her bastard husband’s ass. “You have no idea.”

TF Threads - Grill Master

Ever feel tired of your basic grilling skills? Summer weather burning your sensitive skin? Have no idea how to partake in the manliest of culinary meat preparation? 

Well have no fear! The latest line of TF Threads has you covered with the Grill Master Apron! Simply put on this top quality and durable apron and WATCH as your previous lack luster body is transformed before your very eyes. It buffs up those arms to make sure you can life the huge slabs of meat you’ll be cooking! It stretches you up so you’ve got a nice high vantage point to see your different food groups on the grill. And of course it tans your skin and gives you a kick ass beard to really drive in that tall, dark, and handsome look that protects you from the sun. 

Just hear about how some of our customers like this incredible product.

“I was just a classic dad looking to grill over the summer, but my dad bod made me nervous to grill at big parties. Luckily the Grill Master was able to boost my confidence so no I’m the life at any party! My wife and kids are a bit confused at times with my new appearance… and even after I removed the apron I still seem to be changed… but hey I can’t argue with how much I love my new apron!“ - Liam (45), Cincinnati, Ohio USA

“It was my first time actually grilling at my college BBQ. I was so nervous that people would figure out I had no idea what I’m doing! But with my new Apron that was a thing of the past. The BBQ went off perfectly, I’m invited to even more parties, and I’m the biggest guy on my dorm room floor. My parents might find it weird that their son comes home next semester with a full beard and muscles, but I don’t care. I don’t know why the other comments here keep complaining they can’t change back. Live it up guys!” - Stanley (18),  Boston, Massachusetts USA

“My father never thought his only daughter would be able to handle his precious grill for our family reunion. But jokes on him when I pulled out my Grill Master Apron. He’s not so tough anymore when I tower over him and tell him when the best time to flip over those burgers. In fact he lets me most of the cooking now. My fiance is telling me I’m being overly agressive, but fuck him. He’s gotta man up if he wants to be around a man like me now! My older brother’s aren’t so cocky anymore either. They’re afraid the new man of the family is gonna make their life hell. Don’t worry I’ll only do that if they get in the way of me and my grill.” - Cleo (32), Astoria, Oregon USA

Disclaimer Notice: TF Threads and all of its subsidiary companies are not liable for:

Permanent Changes

Personality Changes

Reality Changes

Memory Changes

If you experience severe bouts of mood swings, overcoming urges to be an alpha male, or start fights over someone touching your grill please consult the nearest medical advisory.

Side effects may include needing to shave daily to keep up your manly beard, bumping your head on low door frames/ceilings, breaking things when you don’t know your own strength, refusing to eat anything other than meat, and the desire to get a gym membership to workout your new muscles. Ask your doctor if TF Threads are right for you. 

THE GRILL MASTER APRON! Release your inner man!

So me a guy and my friends who were girls were going on a trip abroad then journey to various places.

I had concerns that I voiced out. I mean they were very feminine and petite, whereas I'm average as a guy (okay less than average and gay).

They assured me that I'd be feeling 100% safe throughout the trip. When we landed we went to a bathroom absent of people and I wait outside of it.

I was surprised when hands grabbed me and was now facing two huge and muscular men.

"Surprised you huh" both said in sync with deep and booming voices. I could only gape and nod while looking up.

They chuckled and reassured me again that we'll be safe the whole time. They even gave me some flexes and let me touch them a bit.

I think I should watch over them and teach them a but being male, it was funny how their habits were coming out now and then. I just hope their needs weren't as high as they were big, although deep in my mind I feel I'll have the best trip in my life.

Someone somewhere wanted to create chaos with Chemical S6xC which causes change of ones body mostly of its gender.

Currently there was a fashion show being held in town and the culprit had spread the gas and people suddenly changed here and there. 

The people near and behind backstage were most affected since it was released at that location and the once beautiful women models had become epitome of masculinity whilst the opposite for men. 

The culprit was extremely pleased with what happened and recorded everything  especially how women burst out of their outfits while their body was being changed by the chemical

Old teacher Evelyn who was doing cardio was in the vicinity of the Swap Satellite when it happened. Imagine going from an average female to a younger alpha of a man, muscular and big all over and . . . well black. At home things were awkward with her husband having to go to bed with this hunk of a man, along with the awkward boners pointing towards him. Her son was having some fun seeing as he can go to the gym with someone he can look up to literally. Then there’s work. Once under the sea of people now he can view from his new height and people have to part or else get knocked to the side accidentally from bumping into him. Some people also go to him for counseling about being affected by the satellite. Overall things are going great especially how strong and youthful he had now become. Nowadays Evelyn shifted from cardio onto heavy weights seeing as he wants to set an example to her son and wanting to get bigger himself.

Chris Hester

Coco Nott for Mermay day twenty four!

I don’t know what’s up with that tail fin but you know. It’s there now.

Le rayon de possession

Une équipe de chercheurs universitaires travaillent sur une technologie qui permettrait de prendre possession du corps d'une autre personne. Cela prend la forme d'un appareil de 6 kilos qui envoie un rayon. Hélas tous les tests sur sujets humains ont échoués. Les chercheurs ne comprennent pas pourquoi cela ne marche pas. Ils sont près du but d'après leurs théories. Ils ont essayé le rayon sur eux-mêmes et avec les étudiants qui travaillent sur le projet mais toujours sans résultat. La professeur Helena Langdon pense que cela vient d'un problème de compatibilité génétique. Elle voudrait tester le rayon sur d'autres sujets mais le reste de l'équipe refuse d'impliquer plus de personnes afin de garder ce projet secret. Malgré cela, elle est sûre d'avoir raison. C'est pour cela que ce soir elle sort l'appareil du bâtiment de recherche sans en informer ses collègues. Elle a décidé de l'essayer sur des étudiants à leur insu. Ainsi elle obtiendra de nouvelles données sans briser le secret. Helena pose l'appareil sur une petite table dans un des couloirs de l'université. Elle choisit de cibler uniquement les femmes puisque la compatibilité génétique est plus forte. Quand une étudiante passe, Helena tire le rayon dans son dos. Vingt essais sans le moindre résultat... Le temps passe et puisqu'il y a peu de monde à cette heure tardive elle se résout à inclure les hommes dans son essai. Un grand jeune homme passe dans le couloir avec son sac en bandoulière. Helena le cible avec l'appareil sans grand espoir. Soudain son esprit est extirpé de son corps et projeté dans le corps du jeune homme. "Mais que s'est-il passé ?" Helena voit ses grandes mains "Oh merde !" Elle est heureuse que cela ait enfin fonctionné mais elle est effrayée en même temps. "J'ai changé de corps ? J'ai changé de corps !" tourne en boucle dans sa tête. Puis elle voit son vrai corps inconscient au sol derrière elle. Elle fait quelques pas pour s'habituer à sa nouvelle corpulence. Ses mains tremblent. Elle se dit "Pas de panique, je peux redevenir moi quand je veux" Puis elle ramasse son corps original et le traine dans les toilettes juste à côté. A l'intérieur il y a un grand miroir où elle peut regarder le corps qu'elle habite. Une sensation inconnue provient d'entre ses cuisses. Elle pose sa main sur 'son paquet' et trouve quelque chose de dur. Elle ne peut pas résister et enlève la chemise et le pantalon de son hôte. Elle soulève le marcel et est fascinée par ce corps de mâle. Elle sait que ce n'est pas bien mais elle baisse le caleçon pour sortir la bite et les couilles du jeune homme. Elle prend cette verge dans sa main et commence à l'astiquer doucement. Cette nouvelle sensation la fait sourire. Elle accélérer le rythme, elle se branle ... puis arrête ! "Je ne peux pas faire ça ?" Il faut rendre ce corps à son propriétaire et prévenir les collègues que le rayon fonctionne. Non ? Non, Helena en peut pas résister aux hormones qui parcourent ce corps. Elle prend sa bite à pleine main. Elle se regarde se branler dans le miroir. Cela ne dure pas longtemps. Quand l'orgasme arrive elle est surprise par les contractions du plaisir masculin et se met à crier bruyamment. La bite dans sa main arrose de sperme le lavabo et le miroir. Elle tente de reprendre son souffle. Pourvu que personne ne l'ait entendu. Après cela elle nettoie tout avec du papier toilette puis se rhabille. Elle sort des toilettes pour aller chercher l'appareil. Elle le pointe sur son corps original et envoie le rayon. Rien ne se passe. Elle recommence plusieurs fois mais malheureusement le transfert d'esprit ne fonctionne pas dans ce sens. Helena commence à paniquer. Pour le moment elle est coincée dans ce corps. Elle va avoir besoin de ses collègues pour redevenir elle-même. Ils vont être en colère quand ils vont voir ce qu'elle a fait. Cela prendra certainement du temps donc elle doit trouver quoi dire à la famille de ce jeune homme.