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Rough Animation Sequence; Clara's Mecha/Jet Transformation

So while the MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION memery I wanted to draw won't happen in my story, it was way too much fun to draw.

This is actually my second time drawing this... my first attempt had a much better jet form / transformation sequence to jet, but this one is an overall smoother animation (the program crashed and I lost all thirty seven of the original frames, sadface)

First one also had a different angle; Clara transformed into a mech, then fired a hand-cannon at the viewer and walked off to the side as it approached the viewer, then exploded off-screen while she transformed into a jet and spiraled away. I'll have to sit down and actually design her jet form, but this is my rough draft woooo!

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Too Late

As the desk phone started ringing, Alexandre woke up with a jolt.

He had apparently fallen asleep on the sofa, and was now trying to understand where he was, who he was, what time it was. He didn't care. He closed his eyes and collapsed on his belly once again.

Some seconds passed, but the ringing wouldn't hint at stopping.

Alexandre finally groaned and stretched towards the coffee table right next to the sofa. His eyes still closed, he fumbled for the retro landline and brought it closer.

Finally, with a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was deep and distorted from sleeping.

"Uh, hello? Who's there?" His mother's voice replied.

Alexandre sighed. "Mum, it's me"

There was silence for a couple seconds. "Are you a friend of Alexandre? Is this some kind of prank?"

"Mum, please, what-"

Before he could end the sentence, Alexandre was struck by a sudden realization. He opened his eyes and looked back.

He was lying supine on the sofa.

And he was naked.

And, most importantly, he wasn't in his body.

Instead of his own teenager frame, his PE teacher's fully-developed physique was lying in front of his eyes.

A strong, powerful arm, covered by a thin layer of light brown hair, was holding up the phone. It wasn't too ripped, but it was muscular enough to see the bulky, solid tricep twitching every now and then beyond Alexandre's will, and a bulging bicep bloated in a hard contraction.

Attached to the arm, a muscular back, which Alexandre couldn't fully see, but he knew very well. He had seen it multiple times, and knew by heart the sexy ouroboros tattooed between his shoulder blades.

The back muscles formed some smooth bumps now and then, leading from Alexandre's nape to his bottom.

Right there, the teacher's legendary ass was raising in its full glory. A couple of squishy, yet impressively solid bubble cheeks was bulging out, staring right back at Alexandre and preventing him from clearly seeing his legs.

He was quite ashamed to admit that professor Bernardi's ass was what had drawn his attention first and made him eager to try his teacher's body. Honestly, nobody in the whole school couldn't help but notice it, also because Mr. Bernardi usually wrapped it up, together with his legs, in tight jeans that didn't let it go unnoticed. To be fair, however, by taking his teacher's appearance, Alexandre had discovered that every pair of trousers was definitely too small for that ass, unless he wanted to wear trousers double his size. Since then, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Mr. Bernardi, as he had no choice but show his beefy ass around like that - which, actually, resulted not only in appreciation, but often in a mock too.

Alexandre instinctively brought a hand to his ass cheeks, caressed the slightly haired skin and clenched his glutes. The soft bubbles instantly turned into solid rock. He could feel that his teacher's meaty dick, buried between his massive abdomen and the sofa, turned into solid rock as well.

Alexandre then proceeded to raise his legs a little bit, just to fully check the body he was in.

Perfect legs for a perfect ass, one would say. From behind his ass cheeks, Alexandre saw two bulky, thick thighs emerging. All their muscles were bulging and twitching in a hard attempt to sustain the whole, heavy legs in the air, and extended all the way down towards a couple of perfectly sculpted calves, partially covered by a pair of black socks that wrapped up the teacher's large feet.

Before Alexandre fell asleep, he was trying on the sexiest outfits he could think of, and this was one - all naked, except for his father's borrowed socks - was one of them.

"Who are you?", Alexandre's mother brought him back to reality. The young man was caught by a sudden anxiety, and, without saying anything, he immediately hung up.

His beefy, large body quickly got up and soon landed his big feet in the floor with a low tud.

Normally, Alexandre would squeeze his teacher's brawny pecs, or play with his strangely hypersensitive nipples, but now he was too worried to even care abut them, or about the massive erection between his legs.

He rushed to his room, carefully balancing his body every step he took. His ass buns twitched and jiggled, but he didn't have time to notice it.

Once in his room, Alexandre took his phone. He had left it on the bed before starting the dress-up session.

He looked at the display.

He felt his heart sink.

"No. No." Was everything he could say.

He threw the phone back on his bed and covered his face with his large hands. He could feel his teacher's thin beard gently scratching his skin.

"What am I gonna do now?"

The instructions of the potion were clear. No more than two hours in a different body, or the shapeshift will be irreversible.

Alexandre loved that body, of course. But one thing was playing with it in his spare time, another thing was being trapped inside of it for the rest of his life. Not to mention the fact that the true Mr. Bernardi was still there, and Alexandre couldn't live his life even if he wanted to.

The young man - not so young anymore - headed to the bathroom, where he had left his shape-shifting kit.

"Maybe... I can still try."

He fumbled for the antidote inside the kit pack. As he found the little vial, he uncorked it and guzzle all the liquid.

Alexandre waited for some seconds, standing in front of the mirror. His teacher's face was staring back at him with an unnatural intimidated expression and wet eyes.

Time passed, and his short, light brown hair and beard were still there.

His juicy pecs, moving up and down according to Alexandre's breath, didn't change in the slightest.

His abs, covered by a thin pad of fat, contracted in fear.

Nothing was changing.

Alexandre threw the antidote vial to the ground.

"Putain!", he roared, and immediately ran to his parents' room.

He couldn't stay at home for sure, as his mother would probably come in less than thirty minutes. The only thing he could do was to search for the guy that had sold him the kit and find a remedy, hoping not to meet the real Mr. Bernardi in the meantime.

But first, Alexandre had to find some clothes that could fit his giant ass...

Quentin is quite the elastic guy!

I wish I could shapeshift. Not just for the superhero gig; but some days I want to be a hunk of muscle, and others a petite beauty. Is that so much to ask for?

The Consequences of Stealing

Drew couldn’t believe it, but he had actually done it. After months of admiring his gym crush Patrick, he finally got up the nerve to steal his gym bag. Patrick was quite the buff guy, and Drew couldn’t help but wish to one day be as buff and intimidating as him. Drew himself was fairly nerdy with a less muscular and more chubby build, so the small yet meaningful conversations he had with Patrick had meant a lot to him, especially given his general disinterest in social interaction. He admired Patrick’s dominance, which was apparent as Drew would watch in the gym as any guy would immediately vacate a machine if Patrick even just looked at it. He was the alpha of the gym and Drew couldn’t help but get turned on by him because of that. He longed to have the dominance and body of someone like Patrick, so it wasn’t a surprise that Drew soon found his sex dreams constantly revolving Patrick finding him in the shower and allowing Drew to take the lead instead of himself. Although he knew it was a dream, he was fully invested in the possibility of it happening one day. 

You could say he became a bit delusional about it, but he didn’t think he was crazy as well. It was just admiration to the highest level, and Drew didn’t mind being called a passionate admirer. He became so much of a devoted admirer of Patrick that Drew even purchased the same gym bag just to get as simple of a comment as “Nice bag” when they first passed each other in the locker room. 

But when Patrick left his bag out on the empty gym bench to go to the bathroom after showering, Drew felt an intense desire to take the bag for himself. He was curious to see what was inside of it, hoping it could be filled with tons of sweaty workout clothes that he could smell when he got home and jerked off. Letting his horniness get the best of him, he couldn’t resist the opportunity and rapidly snatched the bag and ran. Given that they both had the same type of bag, Drew cleverly put his bag on the bench to take the place of Patrick’s bag and quickly rushed off out of the locker room and towards his apartment. Patrick was oblivious to the bag swap, so once he returned, he quickly grabbed the remaining bag on the bench as he walked out of the locker room.

Once Drew reached the door of his apartment, his face morphed into a devilish grin as he personally felt like he had just gotten away with the crime of the century. He had just stolen the bag of his gym crush, the biggest and most dominant guy he knew. As he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him, he headed into the bedroom with the bag, curious to explore the bag’s contents and also take care of the firm dick pressing against the fabric of his shorts. 

After he reached the bedroom, he couldn’t help but strip as he crossed the threshold and threw the bag onto his mattress. He thought about smelling Patrick’s sweaty underwear and workout clothes, which only made his member throb harder with anticipation. As his naked body climbed onto his bed, his smile while unzipping the bag looked like a child opening presents on Christmas day. He was happy he got away with it and now got a chance to be closer to Patrick than he ever could imagine, even if it wasn’t their bodies physically being together.

However, as he peeled back the unzipped flap of fabric in his bag, Drew’s face turned into a wide look of shock as he found more surprising pieces than a simple set of sweaty workout clothes. As he pulled out a small case, he was shocked to discover that he came face-to-face with an expensive pair of headphones.

Feeling a sudden urge to wear them, Drew moved the bag off the bed and quickly pulled the headphones over his head. He imagined all of the times Patrick wore these as he worked out to become even buffer and more intimidating. With Drew’s mind being stuck 100% on horny mode, he began to imagine himself as Patrick and imagining what he’d do in his situation.

However, with this passing thought of putting himself in Patrick’s place, it seemed that something in the universe obliged his request and began to manifest this desire. As Drew connected his phone to the headphones and began to play music in them, he began to imagine himself as Patrick and then began to wrap his hand around his modest but still decent cock. While doing this, he was oblivious to the fact that the universe had begun the process of slowly morphing him into the spitting image of Patrick. His body began to thicken, as his form accumulated a solid mix of fat and muscle until his body had fully beefed out into Patrick’s studly form. 

Continuing to pump his cock, Drew was oblivious to the sudden strength being displayed in his stroke. He couldn’t notice the sensation of his biceps suddenly inflating into an impressive set of muscles that would surely tear the seams of any of Drew’s shirts. Speaking of his cock, Drew’s hand also began to travel a greater distance as his member slowly lengthened into being the exact replica of the thick cock that Drew had heard many rumors about from various men in the gym. The changes continued, as his once flabby moobs began to firm up until they were turned into a set of buff pecs. Although his gut did manage to grow a bit larger, it firmed up and took on a more intimidating appearance rather than the soft rippling fat that had grown onto his soft torso. 

While Drew continued to stroke, his body continued to change as it began to grow older to match Patrick. Patrick was 31, so given that Drew was only 23, his body had some rapid growth that needed to occur so he could be exactly like Patrick. Over the course of a few minutes, his body grew a bit weathered as it took on the features more fitting of a 31 year old. While continuing to listen to music, Drew was oblivious to the slight tingle that was located on his forehead. This tingle began to do some quick aging as his hairline quickly moved up a few inches and his face began to see the beginnings of a few wrinkles until he was the spitting image of his gym crush. As well, Drew’s face began to age up to match his crush’s visage. When Drew began to feel a slight tickle around his upper lip, he forced himself to ignore it as he continued to get himself off. If he had taken note of the change, he would have found his hand brush against the sudden appearance of Patrick’s thick mustache above his upper lip.

Once the changes finally began to finish, it felt as if Drew’s dick finally was given permission to ejaculate. As soon as he began to shoot his seed, he gasped in pleasure as his dick shot torrents of cum all over his sheets and buffer torso. Drew continued to moan from the heightened pleasure he felt until he was suddenly overcome with an intense bout of drowsiness. Before he could react and clean himself off, he immediately collapsed into his bed and fell into a deep slumber...

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While Drew was pleasuring himself, Patrick was back at his home furious. “What the fuck, I can’t believe that fucking asshole took my bag!” he screamed, tossing the bag of Drew’s basic clothing against the wall of his bedroom. He always knew that Drew had some weird attraction to him, but he never expected it to get to the point where he would actually steal his bag!

After taking a second to cool off, Patrick got into his bed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and attempt some form of meditation. As his eyes remained closed, Patrick was also enveloped into a state of obliviousness as his body soon began to change in response to Drew’s wish. The universe could change Drew into Patrick, but it would not allow reality to be altered so heavily that there were two identical men. Patrick unfortunately got the short end of the universe’s stick, so his body slowly began the transformation into Drew. With his arms crossed around his chest, any outside observer could stare in amazement and watch as Patrick’s biceps slowly deflated, growing less muscular by the second until all that was left hanging off of his arm was a modest amount of flab. 

This seemed to be the overall response his body had while transforming into Drew: growing smaller. His naturally large dick also began to shrink from within his pair of workout shorts. Inch by inch, it grew smaller until it was turned into an exact replica of Drew’s smaller member. His body overall grew smaller by the second as he lost his intimidating muscle mass and gained a softer, chubbier form. His pecs lost their muscular edge as they slowly rounded out and slightly drooped before turning into a pair of moobs. 

Finally, his body went through more cosmetic changes, as his skin began to grow more youthful as the slight wrinkles on his body quickly faded away. He felt a twinge of pain on the lower half of his face, but he remained uninterested towards checking out the reason behind it. If he had opened his eyes and looked down, Patrick would have seen his facial hair quickly being yanked out of his face and disintegrating into nothingness. Drew struggled to grow facial hair, so having a thick mustache would not be appropriate in the slightest. 

Although Patrick was completely oblivious to the fact that he was receiving an entirely new body, the universe knew he would be happy with the opportunity to be younger once more. He often felt that he had lost an opportunity to enjoy his young adulthood, so being Drew was a blessing in disguise. Given that Patrick was 31, the age regression into Drew’s age of 23 would give him several years to experience life as a younger white guy.

With the changes beginning to finish up, Patrick started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over him as he laid there still with his eyes still closed. He tried to fight it, but like a riptide, he was lost and sent spiraling into unconsciousness, not knowing of the new life waiting for him when he woke up…

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Unknown to the both of them, the universe continued to work hard during their slumber. While they dreamed, this otherworldly influence provided each of them their new memories to help them perfectly assimilate into their new lives. On top of this, they warped reality quickly, placing the new Patrick in his new house and doing the same to Drew with his apartment.

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Patrick awoke from his slumber, where he soon found his head tilted in a strange position because of the thick headphones wrapped around his head. Chuckling at his forgetfulness, he quickly sat up and inhaled a burst of air as his eyes caught sight of his bedroom.  Looking down, he also caught sight of his body, which made him flash a wider smile. He was proud of the body he had, which was always apparent when he worked out at the gym. He loved to show off his beefy bod around the locker room and dominate the other guys who he would catch lusting over him. Looking down, he quickly noticed his cum-covered chest, so Patrick headed into the bathroom so he could clean himself off. Not wanting to waste the remaining daylight, he showered with haste so he could get out and continue to enjoy his day.

As he finished drying off, he caught sight of the sun shining in through his window. Patrick walked out of the bathroom and got dressed into a pair of boxer briefs. He placed his headphones back onto his head and began to walk out towards the living. He was still partially groggy from his nap, but he couldn’t refuse the opportunity to enjoy the sunset on his patio. While staring out of the patio door, Patrick couldn’t help but flash a big grin. Life was great and he loved the opportunity to go sunbathe and tan his buff body. As he headed out to the patio, he couldn’t help but think to himself “Gosh, this is the best life a man could ask for!” 

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When Drew woke up, he felt a major migraine coming on as his eyes opened. His body was still getting used to these gym sessions, so he often gave himself migraines when he pushed himself too hard. Apparently, this migraine was so bad that he didn’t even make it to his bedroom. Looking around, his lethargic eyes told him that he was resting on his leather couch. He was eager to grow and become the man he longed to become. His body wasn’t in the best shape, but he was happy to at least see some of the potential in it. In fact, one day he longed to have a body like a fellow gym-goer by the name of Patrick. He couldn’t help but admire his bulky form and wish he was as intimidating as him. “Maybe I could ask him for help” Drew thought to himself, curious about whether the man would help him or just tell him to piss off.

Thinking about it a bit longer, he ultimately decided that It was worth a shot. So, Drew quickly made a mental note to ask Patrick for some guidance the next time he saw him in the gym. He loved his body, but he knew it could be better and that was encouraging to him! He was eager to shed all of this extra weight and replace it with intimidating muscles that would make him the object of every man’s desire. He knew it was possible, so he was determined to achieve his goals. Hopefully with Patrick’s assistance, Drew could turn himself into the buff muscle jock he longed to be!

Thinking about the possibility of growing into such an intimidating man, Drew reached his hands down into his pants and began to jerk off as he fantasized about his future growth...

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Becoming His Prince Charming

“Look at that adorable face, he’s trying so hard to understand…” Drew thought, his face turning into a slight grin upon his most recent revelation. When Drew first suggested a trip to Disneyland, Michael jumped at the idea to go to the “Happiest Place on Earth” with his boyfriend of three years. However, Michael was completely unaware of the fact that the Drew he was talking to wasn’t his real boyfriend. 

After a few days of exploring the park, the faux Drew finally revealed the fact that Michael’s real boyfriend wasn’t in control of his body anymore. Understandably, Michael’s face contorted and formed a look of confusion as he asked what Drew was speaking about. Both wanting to toy with his new beau and be open and honest, the imposter soon began to detail what had happened in the last month.

Two weeks prior, Michael had been having an interesting couple days at work. Despite only starting about two months ago, there was a sudden whirlwind of drama at his job that was only increasing in intensity every week. Although he was originally flattered by the fact that someone at his workplace had a crush on him, those feelings soon turned sour the longer he was at his job. Originally, there was just office gossip about Noah, the rail-thin blonde nerd that worked in IT. However, those deep puppy dog eyes that his coworker used to give him began to cause intense worry for Michael. He’d come back to his desk after the weekend and find mysterious gift-wrapped packages waiting for him. By the third humongous basket, it was clear that Noah was completely unaware of the fact of Michael’s boyfriend. Both wanting the shifty eyed looks that his other coworkers were giving him to stop and prevent Noah from further embarrassing himself, Michael asked to speak to the dorky man in private to explain the situation. Upon telling him that he was flattered but in a relationship, Michael grew incredibly nervous as the nerd’s face began to grow redder and redder by the second. “You may have him now, but I’ll be with you one day…” Noah ominously said before stomping off in a fit of rage. 

Childishly, Michael had thought that this was the end of the situation, however, this only caused Noah to lash out more. Salacious rumors about Michael and his boyfriend soon began to spread around the water cooler, threatening to harm his reputation in the company. To rant about his annoyance, Michael informed his boyfriend about the creepy co-worker and the trouble he’s been facing at work. While Drew had a calm exterior while talking to his partner, his blood was boiling underneath. He was pissed that his boyfriend had to deal with that creep and that the asshole was attempting to jeopardize his position at the company. Although Michael was ranting in a way of processing and trying to move on from the event, Drew was beginning to figure out a way to remedy this situation and protect his boyfriend.

It didn’t take much searching before Drew was able to find Noah’s social media profiles late that night. With his boyfriend silently sleeping to his side, Drew struck up a conversation with the creep and demanded to meet with him. To his surprise, the nerd immediately agreed and told him where to meet the next day. Growing up, Drew was raised to face his problems head-on, so the thought of speaking directly to the man and telling him to leave his boyfriend alone seemed like the best idea to fix the drama. Unfortunately for Drew, Noah had some more nefarious plans in mind for their meeting.

The next day, Drew headed out to meet with the strange co-worker, although he kept this meeting a secret from his boyfriend. Walking out, he informed Michael that he was going out for a late-night workout at the local gym and quickly headed out. Drew jumped into his car and immediately drove to the designated meeting place. 

Upon his arrival, Drew stepped out of the car and took note of the strange surroundings. Eerily, almost every house on the block was abandoned and surrounded in the pitch black of night due to the lack of any working streetlights. The only source of light came from the house that he was currently parked in front of, with a bright lamp in the window inviting him into the house for the confrontation he demanded. 

Trying not to seem scared, Drew paced towards the front door. However, upon attempting to knock on the door, he was denied the opportunity as a burst of wind forced open the door. Moving into the house, he stared into the living room and caught sight of the blonde-haired frail man waiting for him on the couch.

“Well, hello there” the man said, his thin and frail voice perfectly working with his small frame. Despite the creepiness of the scene, Drew was not fazed by the situation at all. “Hello to you too, you fucking creep” he responded, crossing his arms to try and seem strong on behalf of his boyfriend. However, the man was not intimidated in the slightest, instead chuckling to Drew’s confusion. “Coming in strong huh? It’s no real use though, you’re in my home now. I have the advantage…” the man said with a smile, which caused Drew to ball his hands into fists at the man’s cockiness. “This may be your home, but I have no problem beating your ass in it…” Drew said as he began to move towards the dweeb and teach him a lesson. However, Drew looked down in shock as he found his feet firmly remaining in place despite every attempt to move. Grabbing his legs and attempting to pull them up and away from whatever sticky substance he must have stepped into, Noah chuckled with each failed attempt to grow closer to him.

“Stuck huh? I can’t say I didn’t warn you.. I do have the home field advantage here Drew” Noah responded, which caused Drew to finally stop his struggles for the time being and look up. “What do you mean asshole?” Drew responded, now growing increasingly filled with rage. “This house is enchanted to prevent anyone from hurting me. In fact, I can control everything that happens here today” Noah matter-of-factly stated, causing Drew to look at him in confusion. “That’s the power of magic, dumb ass” Noah continued, chuckling as Drew’s fists clenched once more after hearing his cursing. “As soon as you passed through the threshold of the doorway, you became completely under my control. You’re quite literally my bitch now Drew…”

“Magic isn’t real, that’s just some bullshit used for Disney films and fairytales…” Drew responded, which made Noah jump up to his feet. “Oh really, if magic isn’t real… how can I do this?” Noah said as a devilish smirk spread across his face. As Drew watched the man, his eyes grew wide as the dweeb’s body changed before his eyes. At first, the changes started small, with the nerd gaining several inches of height to now stare eye-level with Drew. As soon as this occurred, Drew gasped in shock as the man’s skin began to quickly change. The pasty pale complexion began to tan before his eyes, growing darker and darker until the man’s skin matched the light brown hue of Drew’s own complexion. 

Upon this change finishing up, the nerd’s body soon began to slightly grow muscular as it gained the same toned muscle that Drew had on his body. He wasn’t incredibly buff, but as the slight arch of a bicep emerged on Noah’s body, Drew understood what was going on. Noah was turning into him!

Underneath the layers of Noah’s clothing, his body was becoming the spitting image of Drew’s. His feet grew longer as he gained Drew’s size 13 feet, with his leg soon being adorned with the same birthmark that Drew had on his own leg. Moving up on his body, his crotch soon underwent its own changes, which was made clear to Drew as he watched the outline of a thicker and firmer dick begin to press against the confines of Noah’s pair of sweatpants.

His torso finished gaining the exact muscle on Drew’s body, which was then giving the cherry on top with the emergence of Drew’s modest body hair poking through the collar of Noah’s shirt. The final section of the unbelievable transformation progressed as Noah’s entire head began to reshape into the spitting image of Drew’s. As Drew’s features appeared on Noah’s face, the finishing touches of hair reinforced the end of the transformation. While Noah’s blond hair grew darker and drew into his scalp, his previously shaven face began to grow dotted with the appearance of Drew’s trimmed stubble.

With this completed, Drew was now completely staring at the spitting image of his body. Looking up towards Drew, the good-intentioned boyfriend was alarmed when a scowl appeared upon his duplicate’s face. “Well, do you believe me now?” Noah said, now with Drew’s deeper velvety voice coming out of his mouth. Attempting to flee, Drew thrashed in place, hoping to eventually get himself freed and away from this madman. However, his desperate attempts were of no use and only caused his doppelganger to laugh louder. “Why are you doing this?” Drew responded, trying to understand how and why this is happening to him.

“Well, I want to be with your boyfriend. I figured that he would tell you about me, and with the level of machismo I had heard Michael describe you as having, it wasn’t shocking that you reached out to most likely beat my ass. However, it’s unfortunate for you that my family has had a long history with the dark arts. I hadn’t really used it much, but I figured now was as good of an opportunity as ever to put that innate ability of mine to use.” Noah said, pacing around the stationary Drew whose face varied in different expressions throughout Noah’s detailing. “Well, what are you going to do now then?” Drew said, unsure what the warlock’s plan apparently was. “I’m going to become you Drew. I told you I want to be with your boyfriend, so if I can’t be with him as Noah, I might as well be with him as you…” Noah stated, causing Drew to gain a look of shock as he understood the threat of being completely replaced. 

“So, what about me then? I’m not going to let you get away with this! I’ll find a way to get revenge and stop you!” Drew sneered, instantly going into defense mode. 

“Oh I’m not worried, I have plans to make sure you’ll never get the chance…” Noah said, which caused Drew to cower in fear, his attempt at standing strong being completely shattered. 

Before Drew could respond, the man began to grow increasingly numb as his entire body lost the ability to move. Looking down, Drew watched in fear as he watched himself growing smaller and smaller, with his eyes having to constantly dart upwards towards his doppelganger. Looking down at his body, he could only stare in disbelief as his skin was growing several shades lighter and gaining a complexion that was even lighter than Noah’s previous complexion. Unable to move still, he could only cry out in fear as he begged for his humanity back. To further humiliate the man, Noah moved towards him and placed his hand on the top of Drew’s head, pushing down to help accelerate the changes. Now only a few inches off the ground, Drew took what would be his last human breath as he lost all of his humanity and slumped onto the floor. Noah moved over to him, looking down at the piece of fabric he had now become. To Drew’s surprise, his body shivered in pleasure as his former hands grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to him. “Thank you Drew, I was in desperate need of a new jockstrap anyway.” Noah chuckled as he dropped his shorts and underwear. Upon this revelation, Drew grew incredibly afraid and grossed out about the concept of being wrapped around his own crotch and ass. However, every possible attempt to scream for help and freedom was completely muted and his pleas were unable to be heard by anyone. 

Sticking his legs through the new jockstrap, Noah pulled Drew up and allowed him to settle over his crotch and ass. Despite Drew’s anger and disgust, he couldn’t help but moan in pure ecstasy as he felt the innate warmness of a human body wrapped around him like a passionate hug. This hug soon grew more and more erotic as Drew could feel his own hardening manhood now beginning to press against his new fabric body. 

Despite the fact that Noah just put the rest of his clothes on and left the house, Drew was constantly stuck in an eternal moan as every possible movement sent shivers through every fiber of his being. As Noah got into Drew’s car and began to drive towards his and Michael’s apartment, Drew was losing more and more of his desires to gain his humanity back with each passing pothole and crack in the road sending earth-shattering shivers through him. 

As Noah exited the car and walked into his new apartment, a wide grin formed on his face as he heard the rumblings of someone else in the apartment. “Honey, I’m home” Noah said as he took off his shoes and began to pace into the bedroom. Before Michael could look up from his computer, Noah had brought him in for a passionate kiss that soon turned into something more. Drew was soon ripped off his old body and thrown on the floor near the corner of the room as he could hear the moans of his boyfriend and his old body showcasing a night of intense pleasure for the couple. 

Falling back into bed after their passionate love-making, Michael grew surprised by the new attentiveness that his boyfriend was focusing on him. He was staring at him with an intense set of puppy dog eyes that made his heart flutter and his dick throb. As they laid back engaging in small talk, Michael’s eyes widened upon the sudden suggestion from Noah to go on vacation. He immediately said yes upon his boyfriend’s suggestion of visiting Disneyland. Michael always had a soft spot for the films that defined his childhood, so the opportunity to travel the two hours to visit the theme park with his boyfriend seemed like a dream. It was no surprise then that the couple agreed to the idea and impulsively bought a three-day vacation at the park.

Two weeks later, Noah and Michael were in Disneyland, having the time of their lives as they rode every ride and fully immersed themselves into the magical world of Disney. To Noah’s amusement, Michael often brought up the concept of his job while they waited in the various lines. Throughout the several hours of rides, Noah was kept up to date about any workplace drama, Michael’s successful presentation, and the sudden disappearance of the weird workplace creep that had constantly bothered Michael. 

It was at this point that the fairytale life that Noah was imagining for him and Michael was starting to crack. Hearing Michael hurl so many insults about him left Noah feeling incredibly pissed off and eager to punish “his” boyfriend. Asking to take a break, Noah led Michael to a nice patch of grass in the park where they sat down. Upon looking into Michael’s eyes, Noah revealed his bombshell. “I’m not Drew, Michael…” 

Upon this revelation, Michael became confused with his boyfriend’s announcement, which caused him to ask for clarification. “I’m not Drew” his boyfriend calmly stated once more, which caused Michael to inquire for further details. It was at this point where “Drew'' began to reveal all of the several events that had transpired over the past couple weeks. Noah revealed every possible tidbit, detailing how he transformed into Drew and turned the real Drew into the jockstrap that was currently wrapped around his body. 

With this revelation mixed with the reminder of Noah going missing, Michael cried out in shock as he realized that this was truly real. Despite his pleas to turn his boyfriend back and give him back his life, Noah refused, which only angered Michael further to the point where he threatened to leave. However, Michael began to stop himself from running away upon Noah’s threat. “I mean, if you don’t want to be with me, I suppose I have no reason to stick around. I could also always destroy this precious jockstrap or donate it somewhere too…” Noah stated, with that continued smirk widening upon Michael’s immediate return to him. 

Demanding the real Drew back, Michael asks what it would take for him to get his real boyfriend back to his humanity. Noah, of course, stated that he enjoyed Drew’s body too much to give it up, which caused Michael to ask for any form of humanity if he agreed to remain in the relationship and be with “Drew”. After thinking it over for a bit, Noah agreed to these terms, stating that if Michael plays his cards right, he might be able to get his real boyfriend back. “Who knows, it could be fun to turn him back into a human and give us an option for a three-way…” Noah slyly said with a chuckle. 

With the terms of the deal set, Noah gave Michael a peck on the cheek, which caused him to frown in response. Even though Michael would forever hate Noah for what he did, he couldn’t deny the fact that he had a way of influencing him with the way he used those stolen lips of his. If he had to play along and be the ideal boyfriend to get his boyfriend back, Michael was determined to do it. Turning towards “Drew”, Michael pulled his boyfriend in for a long passionate kiss and hoped that one day soon, he’d be reunited with the real Drew…

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A Special Kind Of Roleplay

“Seriously? Did you really have to change me in this tiny ass bathtub?” Jake cried out towards the open door of the bathroom. He huffs and puffs as he attempts to sit up, water overflowing the tiny tub and crashing onto the tiled bathroom floors. After several attempts and loud expletives, Jake eventually gave up the thought of getting released from the small bathtub that was constricting his extremely bulky body. If you could believe it, just a few minutes prior, Jake was the polar opposite in terms of physique: just a small twink. After a long day at work, the man had been hoping to relax with a simple bubble bath; to let the Jacuzzi jets massage his sore body. Unfortunately for Jake, it seems like his boyfriend Alex had other plans.

When they first met, Jake was kept in the dark about Alex and his family’s surprising history. However, after months of dating and earning his boyfriend’s trust, Alex eventually divulged the details of the magically-inclined abilities that his bloodline had been blessed with. Of course, Jake laughed at Alex’s statement, not believing a single word as reality. Alex of course expected this, so to prove it, the broad and buff man quickly uttered some words until his breath. Before his eyes, Jake watched as Alex’s thick brown hair quickly lightened several shades and transformed into a highly styled cut. Upon seeing this, Jake immediately demanded that his boyfriend tell him everything. Sparing no details, Alex then spent hours detailing his family’s history and how he was a novice warlock still attempting to get his powers to reach their full potential.

Throughout the several years they had been together after this revelation, Alex’s prowess in terms of utilizing his magic exponentially grew. With these growing skills, Alex used his powers to have fun with his boyfriend. First, it started with simple things like teleportation spells to treat his boyfriend with lavish trips across the world in a matter of seconds. But then, his focus turned outwards as he sought to use his powers to help the world. As a result, Alex became a pseudo-vigilante, looking to punish anyone who attempted to cause a ruckus in the world. 

With Jake by his side, they had a blast punishing sexist men by turning them into their idealized stereotype women, or turning petty thieves into stray animals that soon littered the back alleys and sidewalks of their bustling town. Sure, they couldn’t conjure up a cure to any deadly diseases or achieve world peace, but their plans of helping fix the world by punishing one asshole at a time seemed to the couple as a perfectly valid use of Alex’s powers.

However, as the cycle of doing the same magical changes began to repeat itself every week, Alex soon began to grow bored of these acts and longed for more. The warlock then decided to focus his magic abilities elsewhere, specifically to help progress his long-term relationship. After moving in together, the couple soon began to be less and less sexual as work, part-time vigilantism, and various other commitments began to take up their time. By the time the two of them fell back into their Queen-sized bed, the couple were too physically drained to do anything other than a few soft kisses. It was at this realization that Alex began to converse with his family’s centuries-old spellbook to find just the thing to spice up their relationship…

This brings us back to Jake, where the thin man had exploded in both body hair and beefy muscle in the span of a few minutes. Of course, this added bulk was completely unplanned, which led to the mix of bubbles and water to rise over the tub and cascade onto the tiled floor below. “What the fuck!” the man cried out, gasping as he heard a thundering voice billow out of his mouth. Looking down, Jake could only watch as hairy beefy pectorals pushed forth from his chest with no discomfort. The changes continued, with his entire body bulking up and his stomach gaining a modest but impressive gut that just further showcased the bulky beefy man he was becoming. Rubbing his face, he felt a voluminous bushy beard push forth from his chin and cover up his wider, much more masculine face. Unknown to Jake, but his body was also slightly aging as well, his age going from a solid 23 to an impressive 29. 

As he stared down at the hairy sea of chest hair he now possessed, he looked down at the simple locket that was firmly nestled between his wide pectorals. Before his eyes, the locket itself evolved and split into various different pieces of chain. This chain then began to undergo mitosis as it somehow split into multiple necklaces. He could only watch in disbelief as the number of necklaces multiplied, with each additional necklace growing bulkier. Looking at the sight below him, Jake was in awe at the pure vision of unbridled masculinity. His body was nothing like this, with every inch of his body seemingly changed. As the head of his dick bobbed above the water, Jake moved his meatier hands towards his crotch and grasped onto the thicker and longer cock that he now possessed. He was fairly well-endowed prior to the change, but as a bottom, Jake never really had much use for his dick. However, with a body like this, it seemed likely that Jake may be switching positions with Alex.

Despite his appreciation for his new form, he was still quite annoyed at the fact that his boyfriend had clearly changed him as a surprise. “Alex, get in here!” Jake called out, his eyes narrowing as his gaze directed to the  door frame. Hearing the sound of footsteps shuffling towards him, Jake prepared himself to scold his hunky boyfriend. However, as a man came into the bathroom completely naked, it was clear that the normal appearance of his boyfriend had been replaced by someone completely different. 

As the man put his hand up and scratched the back of his head, he began to speak with a lighter voice that was a far cry from Alex’s previously husky voice. “Hey babe, did you enjoy your change?” Upon looking at Jake and seeing his own handiwork, Alex smiled and chuckled at the sight of the beefy bearded man still wedged into the tub. 

“Regardless of if I do or not, I don’t appreciate you springing this on me without letting me know… The floor is soaked!” Jake said, every syllable falling out of his mouth showing a level of annoyance due to his deeper voice. 

“Ah, so you do like it huh?” Alex said, moving closer to the tub and crouching down. “I’m sorry I sprung it on you, I just thought it would be a hot surprise. I honestly forgot how tiny this tub is…” his voice trailing off as he turned his head towards the standing water covering the bathroom floor. 

“I guess I may like it, it’s a good surprise I suppose. It’s just the first time you’ve ever changed me, so I’m still trying to get acclimated to everything…” Jake said, reaching a hand out to his boyfriend. Alex came up and grabbed onto his hand, pulling to help unwedge his now-beefy partner. If he would have been in his original body, Alex would have been able to lift him with ease. But due to the smaller lithe frame he now possessed, the man had to struggle several times before he was able to eventually lift Jake up and out of the tub. Now with both of them standing up, Jake notices how he now towers over his boyfriend, with his hunky frame skyrocketing past 6’ while Alex has shrunk to a modest 5’5”. 

Upon seeing this difference, Jake looked to Alex and asked “Why did you change though? Why would you ever sacrifice all of those muscles to be a thin twink like I used to be?” 

Turning to Jake, Alex began to respond. “Well, I thought maybe I could sweeten up the deal and offer you an opportunity. I saw that guy on the bus home from work one day and thought it would be hot to turn you into him. Given that you’re so big now, I thought we could incorporate it into the bedroom, hence the twink you see before you…” Alex said, smiling as he turns and shows off his perky bubble butt to the hulking man. 

“Hmm, I could get behind this…” Jake chuckled, feeling his cock quickly stiffen up at the sight of his twinkified boyfriend. 

Alex took note of this, quickly dropping onto his knees and placing Jake’s throbbing dick into his mouth. Now feeling dominant due to his new body, Jake’s hands quickly begin to wrap around the back of Alex’s head and lead his boyfriend in how to give him the perfect blow job. However, by the time Jake shoots his load into Alex’s mouth, the bearded man finds that he isn’t quite sexually satisfied yet. With a huff, he easily lifts up his boyfriend and pulls him into the bedroom, feeling the hairless body of his twink boyfriend against him. As they both fall into their bed, they begin to wonder about all of the possibilities that await them. While Alex let Jake lead the way and begin to screw his tight bubble butt, he scolded himself for waiting so long to try and fix their dry sex life. With an impressive warlock like Alex and the couple’s creative imagination, both men were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time they had an immersive roleplay session.

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Shifting Summer: Confidence

Sitting by the side of the hotel pool, Charles was having a miserable time. With pasty white skin, he had to lather himself in sunscreen just to keep himself from baking and burning due to the threat of just a single beam of sunlight hitting him. Despite his apprehension for being outside in the sweltering heat, the nerdy man was roped into tagging along to a weekend getaway with his friends.

To pass the time and get out of the stuffed hotel room, Charles found himself resting poolside under the protection of a trusty beach umbrella. However, given his body issues, he had no real intention of swimming. Instead, he focused on the fellow hotel guests and let his eyes wander to explore what several of them are doing. He saw the hunky guys that he was always so jealous of, due to the fact that their bodies seemed to permanently have the golden-tint of a suntan and also the fact that they were just so hunky. Looking as they approached a few bikini-clad girls, Charles only felt more envious of their physiques and natural charm. He couldn’t help but wish that he had the confidence and bodies of guys like that. Sitting there still, his mind began to wander about just how amazing it would be to look like that. No longer having to worry about burning from a normal sunny day, having a physique that drew all attention to himself, and his persona gaining a confidence that would never falter...

His eyes continued to wander around the pool, eventually stumbling upon a woman seemingly looking at him. But Charles quickly dismissed the idea, especially since the woman was a total stunner in every possible way. With sandy brown hair, a toned body that was showcased by a snug-fitting bikini, and a beautiful smile, it made no sense why she would set her sights on the pale frail man with muddy brown eyes and embarrassingly thin and flat brown hair. However, as he continued to stare, she tipped her sunglasses down further and her eyes had a wild look that only drew Charles in further. It was clear that for some reason, the woman was interested in him. As he continued his prolonged stares at the stunning woman, it became clear that he shared the sentiment towards her.

Continuing to stare across the pool, he watched in disbelief as the woman began to try and draw him in, motioning a finger to tell him to come over to her. Sitting up from his seat, he awkwardly pointed to himself and mouthed the word “Me?” to her, which caused her to smile and nod her head towards him. Despite intense anxiety and fear of embarrassing himself, Charles decided that it made no sense to pass up the opportunity to be with a gorgeous woman like her. Attempting to be more confident like he wished, his feet moved slowly at first, bracing himself as he took the first step away from his chair and one step closer to his summer love interest. 

However, as he began to take a wider step, the slippery surface near the pool attempted to foil his plan. He slipped and stumbled, attempting to catch his balance before he ultimately completely tripped and fell into the refreshingly cool pool. As soon as he lost his footing and tumbled down into the water, Charles cursed out loud as he assumed that he had now completely blown his chance due to his clumsiness. 

Attempting to remedy his embarrassing situation, he tried his best attempt at breaching the water in a “sexy” way. Running his hands through his hair, he pushed up and exited the water as the hot summer heat hit his drenched face. However, the version of Charles that is exiting the water was much different from what he used to look like. Now instead of thin brown hair, the new Charles had an impressive mane of hair that was almost jet black in color. 

In fact, the entire body he had was completely different as well. Instead of a frail frame, his body had magically packed on tons of muscles that gave him an impressive physique that could easily model and be Instagram famous. On top of that, his skin had grown a few shades darker as it gained an additionally tanned complexion that gave the impression of someone who enjoyed the heat and to use it as an excuse to display his body.

Standing up and continuing to look over, he found his brunette bombshell who was still staring at him with the same lustful stare in her eyes. She continued to motion for him to move closer to her, which left Charles excited for the possibilities still since he hadn’t blown his chance. Running his hands through his hair once more, he stood up and began to walk towards the ladder to exit the pool. With each passing step, Charles felt weirdly uncomfortable as he felt a body that seemed thicker and heftier than from his usual frame. However, looking down, he grew aghast as he caught sight of his now impressive body. It was strange, but as he took each additional step, it felt more like second nature to him. But, why wouldn’t it? It was the body he had always had.

As he continued to wade through the water, his eyes continued to wander down to stare at his beefy chest and the biceps that now flared his arms further outward than they used to. His hands moved up to his face, his fingers grazing his stubble-covered face that adorned his angular features. It was no wonder that a woman like her would be into her, he remembered all of the hard work he had put in to gain this impressive form. Splitting his time between his nerdy endeavors like clubs in robotics and science and the gym, it was incredibly impressive to everyone (including himself) that he was still able to remain at the top of his class in college. 

Of course, this had led to several opportunities for the hunky nerd as well, including tons of articles and photoshoots involving the incredible “hunky scientist”. By this point, he had gained such a level of popularity that he often found himself getting knowing stares from both teenage girls who wished to date a smart hunk like him and nerdy guys who wished nothing more than to be like him. He loved to interact with them for the most part, but he had been secretly wishing for a break from constantly being a photo accessory for people. So, when his fellow nerdy friends mentioned this trip, he jumped at the opportunity to escape for a while.

Finally reaching the ladder, he quickly pulled himself up and began to walk towards the woman. She had displayed clear interest in him and he would hate to keep her waiting, that nerdy personality fueling this thoughtfulness when most other jocks wouldn’t care in the slightest. He began to walk towards the woman, looking down again at the buff physique that he previously could have never imagined himself getting. By this point, Charles felt so good about himself that no mental changes could even occur in time before Charles began to walk with an impressive swagger.

At long last, Charles finally reached the foot of the woman’s lounge chair. Now with a dream body that everyone desired to have, it didn’t take much until the now dreamy man began to feel an intense level of confidence that no magic could ever artificially provide. “Well hello there gorgeous, what are you doing here all alone?” he said, which caused the girl to state that she was just here to relax and enjoy the view. Upon finishing her sentence, she looked him up and down, which caused Charles to chuckle in bashfulness. “Do you mind if I join you then? My name’s Charlie...” he said, going by the nickname he had bestowed upon himself. While he loved the name Charles, it didn’t feel like an appropriate name for a hunky man like himself. Upon the woman inviting him to sit next to her, the two of them began to chat with one another about their vast love of science, fitness, and the innate power of being confident. Despite nerdy Charles not having any luck in that department, the hunky Charlie had it in spades…

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Trying Out The Replicator

This story is a request from @bodyswappingandshit​. If you have a request, feel free to send it in and I may just do it for you!

For months now, Martin has been in a near-obsessive state towards his gym crush Andrew. The 5’6” Latino man was a pretty average guy in terms of physique, but with strong cheekbones, plump lips, and a narrow chin, he more than made up for his body’s lack of muscles with his appearance. But when compared to Andrew’s physique, he felt quite intimidated by the man’s impressive genes. Not only was his face rather attractive, but his body only further propelled Andrew into being Martin’s #1 recurring sex dream partner. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his smaller body around those broad shoulders, grabbing onto his hefty pectorals and impressive biceps. But despite the intense crush Martin had, he knew that there was no way that he could get with the buff hunk due to his heterosexuality. It felt like an absolute curse to have such a dreamy man completely out of reach no matter how much he crushed on him. 

Even though he knew he couldn’t have Andrew, this fact only pushed Martin further into thirsting over the straight jock. Every time he went to the gym, he couldn’t help but stare at the bulky man stretching out the limits of his gym gear and watching the fabric cling tightly to his muscles as he got increasingly sweaty. He wanted the man, but he also couldn’t deny that he would settle with having the man’s body… any way possible. With his mind going wild for the man, Martin soon began to turn to the internet for some sort of solution to his problems. To his surprise, his late-night rabbit hole of dark web solutions had actually come to a fruitful lead: a new device called the Replicator. Despite the shady looking website, the reviews from other users on the dark web forum praised the item. Looking at the company, he had never heard of S-C LLC, but going with his gut and the positive reviews, Martin quickly ordered the item before passing out with his laptop still on his lap.

Waking up the next morning, Martin was shocked to hear the loud bang on his front door. In a dazed set of confusion, he pulled on a pair of shorts and stumbled through his apartment before pulling open the door. To his surprise, he was greeted by a delivery lady holding a medium-sized box. After having him sign for it, the woman quickly passed it off to him and went to finish all of her deliveries. 

Heading into the living room, Martin attempted to wrap his brain around what was inside the package. But as he saw the shipping label indicating a delivery from S-C LLC, his mind instantly recalled the night prior and his impulse purchase. Stunned by the prompt delivery, Martin wasted no time unpackaging the box and finding a small handheld device sitting snugly in the box. Grabbing onto it, Martin gasped as a severe shock coursed through his body. Looking at the seemingly defective item, he was surprised to see the screen flash the text “BODY LINK SECURED”. Intrigued by what this machine could exactly do, Martin grabbed the owner’s manual and began to read all about the brand new transformative device…

After reading up on the device, a smirk manifested onto Martin’s face as he headed out and drove to the gym. Sitting there in the locker room, Martin pushed himself to the corner of the crowded room to help him remain partially forgotten by the other gym-goers. As he watched Andrew enter the room and head towards the showers, Martin slowly snuck his way into the area and trailed behind the hunky man. Hiding behind a wall, Martin stared at Andrew in pure lust as he dropped his shorts off and revealed his almost naked body to the surprisingly empty showers (sans Martin). Pulling out the Replicator, Martin sneakily allowed the device to scan the man in his pair of tight blue briefs as the profile of “Subject 1” was finalized and ready to go. 

With a light chuckle escaping from his lips, Martin headed out of the showers and exited the gym entirely with the device still in-hand. Now completely giddy and hyped about the possibilities that he now had, Martin had a smile permanently affixed onto his face as he drove home and rushed into his apartment. Getting into his bedroom, Martin quickly initiated the Replicator’s programming and waited for the machine to begin to work. Much like the static shock he had felt early, Martin was shocked as his body was soon overcome with a tingling sensation that spread across his body. Looking down at his arms, he watched in disbelief as his arms began to quickly bulk up and his hands grew wider and more callused. All while his biceps were growing thicker and thicker, his darker skin began to quickly lighten up as he gained the white complexion of his gym crush. He couldn’t believe it, the machine actually worked!

Attempting to pull his t-shirt off of his body, Martin misjudged his new strength and quickly ripped his shirt to shreds as he tugged onto the collar. As he finished tearing the tatters off of his body, he was shocked as Andrew’s thick frame was quickly replacing his own average physique. He couldn’t believe the heft of his new pecs as he felt them grow into an impressive shelf that would now always bulge out of every shirt he wore.

While he was doing this, Martin was completely unaware of the fact that his face was shifting to match that of Andrew’s adorable one. His facial hair quickly blossomed to give him a trimmed beard while the hair on the top of his head shortened slightly and adapted to gain Andrew’s consistent hairstyle. As he blinked in disbelief about what was happening to him, he was completely unaware of his eye color lightening a few shades to go from a deep dark brown to a sweet hazel color. His lips also underwent some changes, losing some of its plumpness while his nose grew more defined and angular in comparison to the round nose he previously had.

Moving his hands further down, he felt his manhood grow increasingly bigger to give him a cock that would surely make either a man or woman moaning in pleasure. It was such a shame that it was only reserved for women though, because as Martin ran his hands up and down his new shaft, he couldn’t help but imagine himself being on the receiving end of it.

Pulling down his shorts, he watched as his thighs bulged out and grew thicker with impressive musculature. These changes progressed further down his body to complete the shift into his gym crush, but by that point, Martin was already experimenting with his new cock and eager to jerk off with Andrew’s body. With each passing stroke, Martin was in awe at just how amazing this was. He couldn’t believe that this little machine literally allowed him to scan anyone he wanted and shapeshift into them!

Working up a sweat, Martin lifted up his arm and moved towards his armpit, wasting no time pressing his nose into the thick bush of hair there. Moaning in pure pleasure at the smelly pit that he now possessed, this exploration quickly pushed Martin to the edge and left him ejaculating into his thicker hands. 

Upon cleaning up, Martin sat into a chair and began to analyze the device once more. Given that the device allowed for up to 50 bodies to be scanned, Martin was excited about the endless possibilities he had with this device. He imagined the various celebrities that he could become, envisioning himself buying meet and greet passes and having the device secretly scan their nude bodies through their clothes. Pulling up his laptop, Martin quickly returned to the Dark Web forum and gave his review of his new purchase: 

5/5 Stars! An Absolute Must-Buy!

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Plotting Against The Starting QB

With the upcoming NFL season soon approaching as the first pre-season games got underway, the Buffalo Bills were incredibly optimistic about their chances this season. Last year, the team was so close to making it to the Super Bowl if it hadn’t been for a disappointing second and third quarter of the AFC championship game against the Kansas City Chiefs. While the team was bummed to have lost after making it so far into the playoffs, the Bills now had an inner drive to finish the job in the 2021 season now that the entire team had gotten their closest taste of the Super Bowl in years. 

As the coaches made plans to strengthen their plays to prevent any issues moving forward, they also had to adjust for the yearly influx of draft players and any newly-contracted players that were transferred during the off-season. There had been a lot of impressive players to join the team this season, but the coaches had their eyes on one guy in particular: Mitch Trubisky. While he was traded from a starting quarterback position on the Chicago Bears to become backup quarterback for the impressive Josh Allen, the coaches hadn’t viewed this as a downgrade in the slightest. In fact, they were relieved to have a capable quarterback in their ranks that could hopefully excel with a more fitting and well-oiled team.

But for Mitch Trubisky, he hadn’t handled the result of the new deal well. He knew last season that his time with the Bears was coming to an end, so the starting QB was obviously desperate to sign a new contract that would allow him to continue playing the sport he was so immensely passionate about. Unfortunately for Mitch, he wasn’t able to get many offers from many teams due to the fact that they were more focused on getting fresh young talent for QB positions during the draft. While he was incredibly happy with the one-year, 2.5 million dollar deal from the Bills, he wasn’t too excited to essentially be demoted to a second-string player. 

With the sting of his ousting from the Bears still relatively fresh, this new demoted deal with the Bills had left Trubisky quite the scorned man. As the man arrived at training camp, any joy that had once filled up the Bills locker room was seeped away as Mitch’s negative energy leeched it all away. Despite Josh Allen’s best attempts to relate to the quarterback and create a friendship with the man, Mitch immediately shut that possibility down, saying that he didn’t want to deal with Allen’s “pity friendship”. 

Upon heading out with the rest of the team to begin drills and practicing, Mitch’s disdain for the slightly younger Allen only grew more extreme as the time passed. Mitch was trying his hardest to keep up with everyone else, but he constantly found himself struggling and confused on what to do. For his first day back on the field in months, he had such high expectations of making a good impression and immediately excelling at anything he was tasked with doing. But alas, he found himself cursing under his breath and screaming in annoyance after nearly every drill. To make matters worse, after his new coach told him to take a break and watch how the drill is supposed to run, Mitch had to stare at Josh as he completed the drills with ease. The man even had a smile on his face as he did them, a clear testament to how comfortable he felt about his skills.

After taking a breather, Mitch returned to the field with an eagerness to finally prove himself and even outdo the team’s star quarterback. While the man was eventually able to match Josh’s mastery of the drills, Mitch wasn’t satisfied until he could do it better. He had to prove himself to be a worthy alternative to Josh if he ever wanted any play time! With the coach’s whistle signifying the end of the first day of training camp, Mitch couldn’t help but feel like an absolute waste of space. These feelings only grew worse as he watched the starting quarterback stick around with the coaches to work on some additional training. Looking away to save himself from feeling even more incompetent, Mitch quickly pushed past his new teammates and jogged into the locker room. He didn’t even shower to freshen up before grabbing his gear and rushing back to the small apartment that he had just rented for the move from Chicago to New York.

Throwing the gear onto the floor as he crossed the threshold of his front door, Mitch quickly stripped out of his clothes and began to shower. While the near-scalding water was beginning to redden his already tan skin, Mitch’s mind began to shift from embarrassment back to his near-constant emotion of anger. But as this emotional state shifted, it also brought along with it a new emotion: the desire for revenge. As the water cascaded down his head and back, he thought back to an offer once proposed by his long-time best friend.

For years, he ranted about his concerns to his friend from high school Kade McClure, who actually was a player for the Chicago White Sox that was ultimately bounced between various minor leagues by the White Sox. Given the fact that both of them had to deal with their prospective teams and the looming threat of being demoted from a lead position to something lesser, they were able to relate well with each other and thus give great advice. In fact, Kade had even offered the contact information for an apparent “life revitalizer” that went by the mysterious persona of S-C. Given that he was actually considered a player for a major league sports team, Kade’s team had given him a connection to S-C. As Mitch listened to his friend discuss the man, he learned that it was a guy who had seemingly created under-the-table deals with all of the major sports leagues to offer his services. Kade had no idea what S-C got in return for these services, but he wasn’t interested in the concept and never asked. Since he still had the connection, Kade offered to get in touch to help Mitch cope with the situation he found himself in. While Mitch had no interest at the time of using S-C’s services, Kade said that the offer was always open as long as he was still a part of the White Sox. 

Pulling the lever to the shower and turning off the water, Mitch made up his mind and decided to see what S-C could offer him to help him cope with these intense emotions he had been feeling. After shooting off a text to Kade, Mitch’s friend quickly responded with a time and location for Mitch to meet with S-C the next morning. Luckily for Mitch, S-C was apparently nearby and able to pencil him in for a consultation! As the man fell asleep early due to the extensive workouts he had just done, he was cautiously optimistic that he could find a solution for his rage towards the Bills and Josh Allen in particular...

While Mitch was incredibly annoyed to have his alarm wake him up despite there not being even a hint of sunlight out yet, he ignored that thought as he remembered the reason for his early rise. With a pep in his step, Mitch quickly showered, dressed and devoured a small bowl of cereal. The man soon grabbed his keys and rushed out to drive off to the mysterious location that S-C told him to meet him at. 

Upon his arrival, he was intrigued to find that the destination was in fact a large gym that only had a single light turned on. Getting out of his car, he gingerly walked towards the door as his eyes wandered to make sure there was no one attempting to sneak up on him. “Fuck!” Mitch gasped as the front door of the gym suddenly burst open in front of him without anyone around. Interestingly enough, the door refused to close either as it seemingly invited him to enter the building. Chalking it up to someone pressing the wheelchair button on some automatic doors to show that someone was here, Mitch took a second to compose himself before entering the dimly-lit gym.

“Hello?” Mitch called out, his normally deep voice cracking to a lighter tone as slight fear began to creep into his body. Before he could ask again though, he jumped as the fluorescent lights sprung to life and immediately illuminated the room. As his eyes wandered around to search for someone, he found slight relief to find a man sitting on a piece of equipment and staring at him. “Excuse me…” Mitch said as he began to make his way towards the man. “Are you S-C?” he asked, which caused a slight smile to form on the man’s face.

“Yes, that’s me” the man confirmed, which allowed Mitch to hear the man’s foreign accent. What could that be… British? Australian? Before he could ask about the man’s accent, the enigmatic S-C rose up from the seat and began to walk the remaining distance until he was face-to-face with the athletic jock. “How can I help you?” he asked, which caused Mitch to begin to rant about his life and the downward spiral his life had seemingly undergone over the past year. All while this was occurring, S-C was quite receptive, nodding his head as he took in the man’s dilemma. 

“So, it seems as though you’re eager to get Josh Allen out of the picture huh…” he responded, which caused Mitch to nod his head in agreement before realizing the possibilities of that phrase.

“Wait, I don’t want him killed! I just wish that I could be the starting quarterback. I have something to prove and I want the opportunity to do it!” Mitch responded, his face twisting into a look of panic as he watched S-C realize what exactly the athlete was wanting.

“Ah I see,” the man said as he began to slowly walk around and encircle the panicked athlete. As he stared deep into Mitch’s eyes, he decided to continue with his offer of help. “Well, I still think I can help you then… although my methods could be deemed experimental by mere mortals like you,” the man continued.

“What kind of methods do you utilize then?” Mitch naturally asked, his curiosity piqued by the odd phrasing of the mysterious man.

“Magical methods, things such as ancient spells and enchanted items. I can bend reality at my whim and transform someone’s entire body and soul in any way I desire,”  the man calmly explained, only to lose that calm demeanor in favour of slight annoyance as Mitch’s face cracked into a ludicrous smile and thunderous laughter erupted from his mouth. “What’s so funny?” S-C angrily said, his Australian accent now being spoken through gritted teeth. 

“Magic? Are you serious? That shit isn’t real!” Mitch said through parsed words interrupted by hearty chuckles. If he hadn't been laughing so severely, Mitch would have been absolutely pissed off to know that he wasted time on some fake-ass man offering to use “magic” to get revenge. He could have slept in some more before going to training practice, which really irritated the man. “Why would you waste my time with this crock of shit?” the man quickly uttered, his mind beginning to become overwhelmed with rage. 

Of course, S-C had expected this sort of response from unknowing mortals, especially since he had once been one of them. But luckily for the sea of people he had helped, S-C was able to tap into a locked realm of magic that had turned him into a powerful eternal being. It was crazy to think that it had been less than a year since he himself underwent his first transformation into the hunky trainer Royce Dunne. While he had continued to use the hunk’s body as his new base body to have some fun as a personal trainer in the Midwest as a safety measure to remain grounded and remember his humanity, S-C used his free time to experiment with his powers and shift into various people. He had tried out the bodies of his favorite male celebrities and even sometimes their wives just to keep the transformations fresh and exciting. But given his slight obsession with social media influencers and models, S-C began to extend his shifting into various men he found attractive. With quite a repertoire of host bodies he could easily shift into, S-C made a plan to prove his powers to the still-fuming Mitch and also allow him to pick a new full-time host body. “If you don’t believe in magic, how would you explain this?” he said as Mitch looked intently to watch the man.

To Mitch’s shock, he watched as the buff mystery man began to change before his eyes. The man’s body grew a few inches as his facial hair began to pull into his cheeks until he had a slight patch of hair on his chin. Feeling the changes begin, S-C pulled off the long sleeved shirt and revealed the man’s pale yet impressive physique that was coated in some thick body hair. But as the body hair began to pull into the follicles, the man’s torso just began to look like a buff block of chalk, which actually amused Mitch as the changes continued. However, once the hair finally disappeared from his body, Mitch was understandably shocked to watch as the man’s skin tone began to slightly darken into a shade that signified an entirely new race. 

While the majority of the man’s impressive physique remained intact, there were some areas that showcased a vast change. His biceps bulked up a bit more and his lower torso lost some of its intense musculature, as his abs lost some definition and his waist was cinched in a few inches to create a more toned appearance, but his chest was actually the main site of muscle construction. Looking down and smiling, S-C watched as his once modest pecs began to increase in size until they were at a size that were able to be fully cupped and create a chest shelf befitting of a male model.

As the transforming man began to look at his left arm, Mitch’s attention shifted there as well. He couldn’t believe it, but this man was actually able to change his entire body right in front of him. Now knowing the power of this man, Mitch couldn’t help but worry about a fear of retaliation by questioning the man’s skills and sanity. Returning his attention back to the man, Mitch stared at the now impressive sleeve of tattoos that ran up his bulging arms and looked up towards the man’s face. While the man had basically shifted into an entirely new man, the face of the Australian hunk was still affixed onto the man’s shifting head.

Fortunately though, that soon began to undergo its own transformation as the features on the man’s face began to shift. His prominent nose grew a bit smaller and more angular as his jawline also gained a chiseled look. The man’s face also grew a few shades darker to match the rest of his body as his facial hair and eyebrows began to shift from a light brown to a dark black color. With only a few changes left, the man’s hair began to recede both in terms of length and hairline as it completely revealed the fully lengthened and exposed forehead of the new man. While the sides of the man’s head were originally trimmed, they soon pulled in to the point of having a razor-shaved look. This receding also continued on the man’s scalp as the average length hair was yanked back by the follicles until he was left with essentially an extreme version of a crew-cut.

Finally, with the muscle growth that had slightly occurred in the man’s legs, S-C wasted no time evolving the pair of sweatpants he was wearing into something that better showcased his new physique. Immediately, the pants grew tighter around his body as the material shifted and gained a more spandex-like appearance. Turning around and putting his hand towards his rear, S-C watched as the new perky muscular ass he possessed was now clearly revealed by the tight pair of spandex that left little to the imagination. This was safe to say in the front as well as the spandex perfectly showcased his thick thighs and the firm boner proudly displayed. 

With the changes finished now, S-C looked down at his changed body and smiled at yet another successful transformation. As he pulled his head up, he chuckled at the look of absolute shock painted across Mitch’s gorgeous face. Wanting to have fun and toy with the dismissive man, the magical man approached the man and got up into his face. Sticking his tongue out in a cocky manner and flexing his impressive arms, S-C watched as Mitch looked him up and down and took in his new physique. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to shift into him again...” he said, one arm leaving a flex position and beginning to explore the new built body he possessed. But remembering Mitch’s behavior, S-C stopped the self-admiration and jumped back into a cocky demeanor. With his new booming and Americanized voice, S-C wasted no time toying with Mitch, saying  “So, you believe me now huh?” as he threw his arms up in Mitch’s face and flexed.

Immediately, Mitch wasted no time apologizing for his behavior and vowing to never doubt the man or his powers again. He had every reason to fear for the wrath of the man, but as the conversation progressed it seemed unlikely to Mitch that he would fall victim to it. Instead, the man soon dropped the cocky demeanor and began to inform the man about his origin story behind gaining these abilities. After asking if S-C only worked with high-profile clients, the shapeshifting man revealed that while he does have connections to people in the entertainment and sports industry, he doesn’t exclusively work for them. In his free time, he’d reach out into the world and search for the most passionate wishes he could find. While he loved to give the best possible scenario to important people, he revealed to Mitch that he has a bit of a devilish side that loves to toy with people and twist their wishes slightly. As he explained, granting wishes could be so time-consuming and uninspired, so his ability to defy expectations all while delivering was just a way to keep him invested in helping everyone he can.

Interestingly enough, Mitch became quite engaged in the response, pondering why he would sign deals and contracts to a sea of leagues when he could just bend reality to make him a millionaire. After taking a second to think about it, S-C stated that he only agreed to the contracts to retain a level of anonymity where he’s only referred via word of mouth. He knew that celebrities weren’t often so eager to reveal their problems on the off-chance that people perceived them to be vain and unthankful (an unnatural side effect of the “curse of celebria”), so he knew that there would be no real threat of his secret being revealed to the world. For the benefits of these contracts, these various leagues and industry bigshots allowed immediate access to anyone S-C desires and protection should he ever want to take the form of one of the athletes or actors.

Returning back to the conversation of Mitch’s problem, S-C shifted gears as he told Mitch that he has just the thing to help Mitch figure out a solution to his problem. After walking over to a box next to the machine where he was sitting earlier, the man quickly pulled something out and held it in his hand as he walked back over. As he dropped the item into Mitch’s hand, he began to explain what it is and how it works. “So, this ring is how you’re going to get a shot at starting QB. While wearing it, you’ll need to shake the hand of your competitor. Upon doing this, the magic will begin to work and give you the abilities to be the leader of the team. Do you understand?” he said while speaking calmly and slowly for Mitch to comprehend everything.

As Mitch nodded his head in agreement, he caught sight of the clock that indicated that he had about 45 minutes until training camp started up. Apologizing for the need of a sudden departure, Mitch once again thanked the man, put the ring onto his finger, and observed the small tiny gem located in the center of the metal. He held it up to the light, watching it sparkle and glisten in a mysterious glow. While beginning to head off, Mitch stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had one lingering question in the back of his mind. Turning away from the door and back to the man, he asked a question that had piqued his curiosity. “Hey, what does S-C stand for anyway?” he said, which caused the man to chuckle in response. “It means Soul-Controller. I like an element of surprise before I reveal my name and what I do…” he said, a wide smile emerging onto his face as the football player turned and finally left the gym to enact his plan..

Upon driving back to the training camp practice, Mitch had a huge grin on his face as he practically skipped into the locker room while sporting his new ring. Of course, this new shift in Mitch’s behavior was super off-putting to the team at first, but as the behavior refused to falter even during the intense drills they ran, the team was getting behind this new version of Mitch. Little did they know that he was just giddy with revenge consuming his mind as he waited patiently to unleash the power contained within a simple silver ring…

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The Perks of Licensed Merchandise

Despite having an entire ocean separating him from his all-time favorite sport, Ken couldn’t help but be obsessed with American football. Waking up each morning, he would catch up on all of the previous day’s highlights that he missed having been living all the way in the United Kingdom. While he had a large admiration for many of the teams and players, his primary focus was narrowed down to three teams: The Buffalo Bills, The San Francisco 49ers, and The Los Angeles Chargers.

All of them had hunky players that he couldn’t help but thirst over, but Ken couldn’t help but find himself particularly drawn to Los Angeles Chargers defensive end Joey Bosa. Sure, Ken couldn’t deny that by conventional standards Joey’s younger brother Nick (who plays for the 49ers) was the more beautiful player, but that didn’t matter to Ken. He loved Joey’s impressive physique, especially those broad shoulders that showcased innate strength and automatically created an intimidating appearance.

After having saved up some money, Ken splurged with a little bit of self-care by purchasing a hoodie that was Chargers themed and had Joey’s number and last name on it. Sure, it was a bit of a wallet gouger to get official NFL apparel, an already pricey expense, shipped all the way from the US, but Ken couldn’t resist the temptation. Given his inability to go in-person to see a game, he figured wearing some official merch was the closest he could get to experiencing the thrill of American football.

To his surprise though, the package only took a few days before it was already laying on his doormat one morning. Given he was already planning to do an early morning run, Ken decided there wouldn’t have been a better time to christen his new purchase through the sweat of hard work and determination. Peeling off the rainbow tank that was already showing off his modest set of hairy pectorals and his thick biceps, Ken wasted no time throwing on the hoodie while smiling in pure excitement. Upon pulling his longer hair up into a tight bun and putting his headphones back onto his head, Ken moved towards a mirror in his flat to take some celebratory selfies that also showcased the 97 number that was directly associated with his NFL crush.

After taking a moment to appreciate the sight he was seeing, Ken made his way towards his door and quickly exited his apartment. Pulling the door shut and locking it, he took a few minutes to do a few simple stretches before bounding down the stairs in excitement. As soon as his feet hit the concrete sidewalks, he instantly began his jog and rushed through the city streets. He passed his local gym that he had spent so much time in both working out and admiring the physiques of other men in his area. Continuing on, he passed by the bar that he often hit up either after teaching or a late-night workout. He smirked as he remembered all of the fun he had a few nights previously with some teacher friends. With his mind continuing to recollect the events of that night, his grin remained fixed as he remembered the woman who indicated clear interest in him and the hunky bartender that he couldn’t help but stare at. It was a good night, one of few and far between, but he wished he could have more nights like that.

As he continued to run with his mind worried about other things in his life, Ken was utterly clueless to the changes happening to his body. It started simple at first, with Ken’s height slowly growing up until he was an impressive 6’5”. However with the bouncing motion of his intense run, he found himself unable to notice anything different.

Upon those changes finishing, the growth continued further as his arms began to casually bulk up. With his arms swinging during the near-sprint, those already impressive biceps only grew thicker and more prominent as they began to bulge out to extreme levels. Ken could feel the sleeves beginning to ride up due to this continued growth, but he paid it no mind as he continued to think about his life and the tasks he had to do upon returning to his flat.

This growth wasted no time progressing across his torso as it began to grow wider and thicker at record levels. Given those massive guns that Ken was now sporting, the growth attempted to remedy the odd vision by widening the man’s back and shoulders. To his shock, this growth did in fact make an impression on Ken as he found himself accidentally bumping into a bunch of people also traversing the sidewalk. It was strange, he knew he was getting bigger from all of the time in the gym, but it seemed impossible that he was THAT big!

As his shirt began to ride up against the beefy biceps he was now sporting, there also seemed another point of tension for the shirt as an impressive set of pectorals began to push out of Ken’s chest. With each running step, Ken couldn’t help but smile as he felt the ripple of his pecs from the impact. Maybe he was wrong about not being so bulky, because it definitely seemed like the gym WAS paying off for him. Not noticeable for Ken though was the impressive set of abdominal muscles that grew incredibly defined through the now-straining fabric. However, even though Ken was unable to notice the changes, the other people on the sidewalks certainly noticed it. To his surprise, he found that many people were looking at him with wide eyes and dropped jaws. It was a strange feeling to be ogled at like that, but it certainly didn’t make him too upset. He was honestly just relieved that his expensive gym membership was actually paying off!

With the growth finishing up at his waist, the changes quickly began to move downward as it affected both his ass and his dick. As he took a moment at a stoplight to catch a breather, he couldn’t help but note the thicker cushion he was now sporting in his rear. His back was away from the building by several inches, but his ass was fully pressed against it and providing a nice amount of support from the hard defining angles of a building’s corner.

Now while this was going on, Ken’s dick was also undergoing its own changes. If the rest of his body was growing both taller AND thicker, it didn’t make sense for his genitalia to be ignored from all of that fun. As several inches caused his dick to snake lower down the front of his athletic shorts, there was a newfound girthiness that also caused it to become quite apparent while standing at that corner through a visible dick line. For Ken though, there was no real indication of something being peculiar about his downstairs area until he began to jog once more.

With the bouncing causing his more-impressive dick to begin to wildly move about, Ken was confused as to what had happened. Sure, he was going commando for this jog, but his dick was never this much of a nuisance during the run! Taking a second to take care of himself, he quickly ducked down an alleyway and clamped his 7” flaccid dick in place using the tight waistband of his shorts.

Continuing back to his run then, intense power began to manifest into the man’s legs as his thighs began to thicken with haste. When he had first taken that break at the corner, he felt like he was close to ending the run, but at this point Ken was eager and willing to do more! He felt as if the last 15 minutes was just a nice little warm-up and now he was eager to push himself to his limits! Not to mention, the now longer feet he had allowed for wider strides that eliminated a good chunk of his exhaustion. As he entered the local park and began to run faster without the hindrance of traffic signals, he was completely oblivious to the fact that his ridden-up shorts was now showcasing a juicy ass along with a set of thick thighs. In fact, those ridden up shorts also revealed the fact that his right thigh was now adorned with a tattoo that Ken had never gotten.

With 90% of his body completely shifted, the only remaining factor that indicated the essence of Ken was his head. However, the shirt seemingly wasted no time beginning on the grand finale of the change. In a sudden expansion, his neck began to grow thicker to stand a chance against the boulder shoulders bookended around his head. As his neck thickened, his vocal cords began to shift as it turned into a deeper booming voice that now perfectly matched the physique he was sporting.

Moving along his face, Ken felt a slight tingle on his cheeks that he casually scratched off. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed that his bushy beard was pulling into his face until he was ultimately left with a closely-trimmed set of facial hair. In terms of the hair coming from his scalp, Ken’s growing mane of hair was also beginning to pull back into his scalp with gusto. It only took a few seconds before the elastic ponytail band fell off his head and tumbled onto the dirt path he was running on, leaving him with a close haircut that had shaved sides. 

As these changes finished, his facial features began to shift to match the body belonging to the jersey he was wearing. Ken’s nose began to grow more and more prominent as it gained the appearance of a nose that Ken had often spent time thirsting over. With this going on, Ken’s jaw also began to expand and square off in tandem. With each passing blink, Ken’s left eye began to darken in shade as it went from a blue color to a dark brown. Upon that finishing touch, Ken had been completely erased and replaced with an exact replica of Joey Bosa.

Still blissfully unaware, Ken noticed nothing was amiss until he took another break and decided to pull out his phone to change the playlist he was listening to. However, as he pulled out his phone and saw his reflection from the glass, he gasped in disbelief. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, his now-thicker hands gingerly touching his thicker neck upon hearing the deep voice coming out of his mouth. He knew that voice after having spent hours watching interviews involving his favorite player. Taking into account that voice along with the new face he saw only proved the fact of the matter: he was Joey Bosa!

Looking down at himself, he gasped as he saw that his hoodie was now stretched to its absolute limits on Joey’s taller, buffer, and wider body. “Thank god I didn’t get a smaller size…” Ken said to himself as he took a moment to admire himself. Hearing that booming voice coming out of his mouth once more, Ken could easily feel his thicker and longer dick quickly growing hard. It was such a turn-on to hear himself talking with a voice that just so easily oozed authority and dominance. 

To further indicate the level of dominance he had, Ken’s vision looking down was immediately drawn to his biceps. It was insane when he flexed and saw the muscle bunch up in response. These muscles clearly looked as if they could rival the size of bowling balls! Everywhere he looked and flexed, it was clear that this body was absolutely pumped with power. It was no wonder to Ken now as to why Joey Bosa was such an effective defense player.

Eager to explore his new body while feeling incredibly confident, Ken wasted no time peeling off the shirt that was both stuck to his body because of sweat and also from the intense muscle growth that it hadn’t been prepared for. After delicately taking care of the clothing to avoid any tears that would threaten the loss of the hoodies’ power, Ken was able to stare down and look at the impressive torso he now had.

Cupping his chest, he felt the heaving pectorals that were clearly bulging out, Ken was so incredibly turned on by what he saw (and felt). He could only dream of having a body like this, but due to this merchandise, it seemed like he could actually have it after all! As he moved his now-callused and meaty hands down his torso, his hands rippled along the abdominals that he had often joked “could shred cheese”. 

But to his sudden shock, Ken could only stare in disbelief as his hefty pectorals began to deflate and his abs began to lose the intense definition they once had. “I must need the shirt to be on!” Ken exclaimed as he desperately struggled to pull the hoodie back on. If Ken thought that there was a struggle to take the hoodie off, it was only worse when trying to put it back on! He had such a hard time navigating around the bulky shoulders and the muscles that were still prominent despite slowly deflating. 

After a few attempts, Ken was able to pull the shirt back on and watch in wonder as he felt his body grow stronger and stronger until it returned to its full Joey Bosa state. Clearly, he now knew that he needed the shirt to retain this physique, but when would he be able to realistically use it? He couldn’t just go and fully pretend to be Joey Bosa given that sweat was a thing and laundry was a required aspect of living, so what could he do? With his stomach giving a slight growl, Ken decided that the best course of action would be to go back home and get some food.

While he slowly made his way back, Ken stopped dead in his tracks as he found himself passing by the front door of the local pub and restaurant he had previously thought about. Given that he was both hungry and eager to find a solution for his throbbing cock, Ken stepped inside the establishment. Looking around, he smirked as he caught sight of the attractive bartender he had previously thirsted for. Based on the smirk the bartender returned, it seemed like there was a clear interest on his end as well. Getting up from the booth he was seated in, Ken sauntered over to the bar and decided to chat up the hunky bartender. As the man’s thirsty eyes wandered across Joey Bosa’s impressive physique while they spoke, Ken quickly knew that he was going to have A LOT of fun once he finished his meal… just as long as he kept his shirt on!

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Repurposing Their Star Player

Having just signed an impressive new contract with the Arizona Cardinals, the defensive end superstar JJ Watt was understandably excited about the upcoming season. While he felt bad having to leave the Texans after playing on the team for over 10 years, JJ had to follow the money now that he was a married man looking to start a family. He was eager to give his wife and future children the best life possible, so when he saw that the contract would pay $60 million for just two years of work, the over-eager man didn’t even allow his lawyers to read it before he signed on the dotted line.

But this over-eagerness ended up to be JJ’s ultimate downfall as he found himself injured once again. While this wasn’t the first time messing up his hamstring, it was certainly the most painful it had ever been before. He felt like an idiot from over-extending at practice and trying to show off to his new players. JJ wasn’t the 20-year-old spring chicken he once was and now he had certainly been taught a lesson as the doctors told him he would not be allowed to play during the entire first season of his two-year contract. Of course, not only was he in pain and angry about the injury, he was also understandably nervous about what the injury meant in terms of his large payout. Would the team cut him and hire a younger (but less talented) defensive end? Would they still pay him but on the condition that he remained in peak health upon healing? As a result, the man was relieved to find that he had soon been beckoned by the entire coaching staff to meet early the next morning to discuss the clauses in his contract. Despite his nervousness, he was at least relieved to know that he would find out his answer soon, rather than having it ambiguously left in the air while he recovered.

Arriving into the Cardinals locker room the next morning, JJ couldn’t help but find the once-familiar location incredibly eerie as he sat on a bench. He was used to a lively locker room full of jock banter and enjoyable conversations, so to hear nothing besides the occasional dripping from a leaky shower faucet was nothing short of off-putting. Before he could think about it further though, the office door of head coach Kliff Kingsbury pulled open and jolted him up to a standing position. “Hey there JJ, c’mon in!” he said, a cold vacant expression displayed on his face. Due to this, JJ’s anxiety reached a crescendo as he took in his head coach’s demeanor as a bad omen. “No, there’s no way they would cut me,” JJ thought to himself as he sat up, “I was their biggest offseason signing! The coach has to realize that I’ve got way more left to give this team despite this idiotic injury...” With this thought process continuing to refute the insane assumptions in his head, JJ was able to shift his anxiety to a low simmer and prevent it from further bubbling up.

After grabbing his crutches, the player hobbled his way into the room as Kliff closed the door behind him and moved to his desk. Sitting across from the man that hypothetically the judge and the jury of his career right now, JJ tried his best to butter Kliff up and make it seem like he was truly scared about the consequences of his injury. He knew that he was at no real risk, but he still did his best to convince the coach by talking about how happy he was to be a part of the team and how eager he had been to be a part of the team this season before the injury. To JJ’s satisfaction, the man was quite receptive to his comments, calming stating how it was apparent how committed he was despite only being at a few practices.

Putting his hands onto the top of the desk, Kliff leaned in towards the man as he began to detail the issue at hand. “Clearly JJ, you’re passionate about being part of the team and the Arizona Cardinals are eager to keep you around,” the coach said, which caused JJ’s expressionless face to allow a small grin to manifest onto his face. “As you know from so many years in the league,  the coaching staff is able to cut injured players that aren’t able to play at all this season… but the Cardinals aren’t looking to do that. And I’m sure you’re not wanting us to drop you after such an extravagant wedding right?” Kliff said, his face breaking into a smile that seemed both authentic and phony to JJ. Not wanting to rock the boat though, JJ refused to say anything and just smiled back and nodded to the man.

“So yes, if you’re looking to keep your contract intact and continue to receive those millions of dollars, you’re going to have to follow the rules of your contract down to the fine print! For example, there’s a clause on page 76 that states that contracts will only be fulfilled and payment will be received on the grounds that any injured players remain an active member of the team,” the coach said, his voice unwavering as he got right to the point for the new transfer player. To provide evidence of this clause, JJ was handed a copy of his contract and told to read over page 76 to acquaint himself with the specific rules of the contract. Skipping through the page full of text, JJ tried his best to try and comprehend what these rules meant exactly. Would I be required to do press interviews for the team or attend private events with the owners and any partner of the team? The possibilities were endless, so as his mind began to run through all of the possibilities, his mind was so preoccupied that he forgot to ask what exactly the contract wanted from him.

After taking a moment to allow him to read, the coach soon asked if JJ understood, which caused the player to simply nod his head in an attempt to be complacent. While he didn’t understand legal jargon and didn’t know what constituted being an “active” member of the team, JJ was just determined to do anything so he could continue to receive his salary.

“There are usually multiple options available, but right now we only have one position left: the uniform department. It’s not the most intensive work on your part, but it’s still a critical part of the team’s success!” Kliff said, looking directly into JJ’s eyes as he tries to wrap his head around it all. “So, what do you think? Will you join the uniform department and vow to remain an active member of the team no matter what?” the coach continued, reaching out his hand for a handshake.

Thinking it over, JJ didn’t really have many options. He needed to retain his salary and there was no way he wanted to get cut from the team either! “I mean, it’s the uniform department, the most intensive work I’d do would be to fold laundry and put it into each player’s locker…” JJ thought to himself as he made his mind up. “Absolutely Coach, I’m completely dedicated to the team!” JJ said as he reached his hand out and completed the handshake with his head coach.

But just as their hands connected to close the deal, a painful zap coursed through JJ’s thicker hand that caused him to pull back in shock. “Shit, that hurt!” JJ said, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips as he looked up at his coach. But the coach didn’t seem to find the zap humorous, instead leaning back in his office chair and looking intently at the football hunk.

Looking down at the hand that had been shocked, JJ looked down to verify that he was ok and that he wasn’t seriously injured from such a painful experience. However, as he stared at his right hand, he gasped as he saw that it was… paler. Instead of his tanned skin from having spent so much time working out in the hot Arizona sun, the hand had shifted to a color that was a pasty ghostly white. “Coach, what’s happening?” JJ asked, looking at the coach that was now deviously grinning. Did Coach poison me? What’s happening to my arm?

“I made it pretty obvious JJ, you’re joining the uniform department!” he said, a slight grin manifesting on his face that only added to JJ’s humiliation. What the hell could that mean? Watching as the bright white shade began to spread up his arms, he was in disbelief while observing the impossible occur. In awe, he stared as the thick hair that resided over his arms began to mesh with one another until it made a grid-like pattern. With that white color soon mixing in with this new change, it seriously looked as though his right arm was entirely made of fabric threaded using his hairy forearms. Holy shit, why does my arm look like fabric? Am I actually becoming a piece of clothing?!

“This isn’t what I thought you meant!” he cried out, staring in disbelief as he soon realized that he was actually transforming before his very own eyes. This soon became incredibly evident to the man as he could feel his body soon begin to shrink against the chair he was sitting in. Attempting to flee, JJ tried his best to spring up from the chair, but there was a newfound immobility that was beginning to run through his body. Unaware of the changes occurring throughout the rest of his body, the football player had no idea that his legs had lost their musculature and essentially became empty shells sans the thick pads that helped keep shape. Looking down at the legs he now possessed, he knew that there was no way that he’d be able to stand up. As the fabric mix of white and his leg hair continued to be created, he soon became aware of the fact that his legs were now completely dangling from the chair. It was truly clear to JJ Watt at this point: he was becoming a pair of football pants!

“Well, I guess you should have asked more questions then huh champ?” Kliff responded, his curt response being punctuated with a mad scientist style laugh that left JJ shivering.

“Why are you turning me into a pair of pants? Why couldn’t I just be some assistant while I recovered?” JJ inquired, desperate to know why the team had jumped to such extremes.

Sitting up from his chair, Kliff walked around his desk before leaning against the front of it. It was always amusing to watch his players undergo these changes, even more so when it was the bulky players such as JJ. Leaning his head down to the still-shrinking man, Kliff began to explain. “JJ, we’re desperate to be the best team we could possibly be. We had high hopes for this season, but since you had to showboat and get yourself taken out of commission for the year, we had to come up with something quick. Given that we had paid millions to secure you, we had extra initiative to make you useful to us in one way or another.” He said, looking down and staring at JJ’s changed form. By this point, the athlete’s arms had merged into his sides to provide the perfect shape for a set of hips to wear him. It was amusing to see the look of fear spread onto JJ’s face, especially as the bright red lining of the team’s colors emerged against the sides of what used to be his arms.

Despite JJ’s attempts at calling for help, the coach looked back up to stare into the man’s eyes as he continued to speak. “So, after reaching out and getting the assistance of our league connection Soul-Controller, he gave us the ability to make use of you. Although YOU may not be able to play this season, your agility and various other skills associated with the sport will continue to influence the team.” he said, looking over and chuckling as the look of shock and confusion spreads over JJ’s slowly devolving face.

By now, his eyebrows had evaporated from existence and his broad nose had shifted to become the roomier pouch for a teammate’s crotch, so all that remained of the human player was a pair of eyes and a set of lips. “Please stop-” the man groaned, his dry and hoarse voice finally giving out as he lost his ability to speak for the foreseeable future.

Paying this no mind, the coach had continued to divulge the magic that would be contained within the pair of pants that JJ Watt was quickly becoming. “You see, whoever wears you will suddenly gain the essence of JJ Watt’s football prowess until you’re taken off. While we were certainly upset to lose you on the defensive end of things, it’s going to work out extremely well for the offensive side. JJ Watt, you’re going to become Kyler’s new trusty pair of football pants!” the man said, a clear joy for taunting his former player that had become more fabric than human.

“While Kyler has been somewhat successful for the team, we have bigger aspirations for the kid. So, with your help for the rest of the season, we think that his skills will be boosted and help lead the Cardinals to more victories!” the coach said, completing his monologue as the final changes to JJ occurred. As the top of his head split apart to become a waistband of the new pair of pants, his eyes shifted to become an NFL logo on one side and a Nike symbol on the either. His lips shifted to the side and grew longer as they merged with the fabric to create a perfect zipper for Kyler to take the new JJ on and off.

With this change finishing up, the pair of pants lost any remaining air as they finally slumped and fell into the seat of the chair. Smirking, the coach grabbed onto JJ as he exited the office and made his way towards the locker room. Luckily, the transformation only took 5 minutes max, so the locker room remained completely empty. Heading over to Kyler’s locker, the coach quickly pulled out his regular pair of pants and threw the new JJ version into the room. Upon banging into the back of the metal locker, JJ’s fabric body shivered due to the cold sensation it emitted against his new form. “Thank you again for remaining an active member of the team JJ, I’ll turn you back at the end of the season!” Kliff said with a smile as he slammed the locker shut and sent the new version of JJ Watt into complete darkness.

Sitting there in the cold, JJ couldn’t believe what had happened to him. Not only was he tricked by his own coach, but now he was stuck as a fellow player’s football pants for the entire season! For what seemed like hours, JJ thought back to the situation at hand and scolded himself for not asking more questions. What would his wife think and what would the coach tell her as to where he went? However, just as he thought of this question, he overheard the office door of Kliff’s office once more and two voices began to continue speaking.

“Ok, Ryan, so you’ve got everything you need?” Kliff asked.

Promptly, the other man responded, saying “Yes Kliff, I have everything I need to become that Watt guy”.

“What the fuck!” JJ thought as he tried to put the puzzle pieces together. He knew that there was a Ryan in the coaching staff of the Cardinals, but the other voice speaking was talking much deeper than the man’s usual higher tone. Speaking of that voice, something about it seemed vaguely familiar despite the audio being slightly muffled due to the fact that JJ had no ears and was stuck in a locker. Suddenly it hit him, Ryan was now talking in the same deep voice that JJ had talked with for the past 32 years. His coach had gotten someone to take his place!

“Alright, sounds good man! Enjoy being stuck on bedrest all season!” Kliff said, which caused the new JJ Watt to eagerly say that it will be the perfect excuse to get JJ’s wife to join him for some fun. Upon the imposter finishing his joke, both men erupted into laughter that echoed through the empty locker room as they walked away and left JJ to stew in anger. He couldn’t believe that his coach had fucking sent someone to pretend to be him! The worst part was that he was unsure if his wife would even notice that anything was different.

After some more moments being stuck in the darkness, the locker room soon began to erupt into chatter that indicated that game day was finally getting started. Hearing the swinging of locker doors nearby opening, JJ cringed and felt uncomfortable thinking about Kyler being completely unaware that he was wearing his former teammate. This thought was soon interrupted though as the quarterback quickly ripped open the locker and pulled out the uniform within it.

Despite JJ’s original reservations about being manhandled by the quarterback, just a sliver of contact from the man had left JJ eager for more. He knew this was the effects of being a uniform rubbing off on him, but JJ was practically begging for more of that drug-like skin-to-skin contact. As Kyler finished changing into his jockstrap and jersey, JJ soon got his wish as he was pulled onto his new owner’s body and felt every inch of his empty body being filled with the man’s warm flesh. It was strange at first to know that he was being worn by a man, but all of that was pushed to the side as the immediate waves of intense pleasure rushed through JJ’s entire being.

While his mind could only compare the amount of pleasure to the thought of ten simultaneous orgasms rocking through every inch of his body, he knew that even that statement couldn’t compare to the indescribable feelings he was experiencing! It was as if he was undergoing an entirely brand new sexual discovery via his new identity as a pair of pants. Am I not as straight as I thought I was? Now wrapped around Kyler’s ass and thighs, JJ’s mind grew more demented as he fantasized about all of the ways Kyler look leave his mark on him. The thought of the man’s pre-cum leaking onto his fabric body after leading the team to victory was as much of a turn-on as the thought of being coated in the man’s sweat. Knowing the two extremes he could envisions in his mind, JJ quickly realized that he now had cravings that would surely never be fully satisfied. He was an eager piece of clothing, wanting nothing more than to experience every possible second of his new life wrapped around Kyler. While JJ was undergoing an entire identity shakeup, Kyler was none the wiser as he continued to get ready for the game and psych himself up for the upcoming game. After tying his cleats and now having his uniform complete, Kyler wasted no time rushing out onto the field to begin some warmups before kickoff.

For the next several hours, Kyler’s sweaty body was able to lead his team to a much-needed victory to start the season off on a high note. While he chalked up his impressive passes and play skills on a good night’s sleep and an intense training camp season, he was completely unaware that his success was due to the influence of JJ’s football knowledge.

Speaking of JJ, by the time the game had finished up, all of his few remaining fears about his new predicament had faded away. It felt incredible to be a piece of clothing, especially one belonging to an absolute hunk of a quarterback. JJ loved how his fabric body soaked up the man’s sweat and how great he felt wrapped around Kyler’s muscular legs and ass as he ran around the field and threw the ball to score touchdown after touchdown. After such an eventful and successful game, JJ’s disappointment and sadness was understandable as he was peeled off of Kyler’s ripe body and thrown in the team’s laundry basket to get washed. He mourned the loss of human contact and as he was thrown into the washer, he also mourned for the loss of the remnants of Kyler staining his body.

From just a few hours as a pair of pants, the former man had become incredibly dependent on his new owner, craving his sweat and movements. With each recurring game and spin cycle, JJ grew less worried about his former life as he gave into the new personality developing of that of a piece of clothing. Who cared about a wife when Kyler was his owner and gave him everything he could ever want? It was incredible to be a part of the offensive section of the team now, being at least partially responsible for the team’s continued success with each successful pass of Kyler’s. He guessed that his coach was right all along, he truly was an active part of the team now!

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Patreon Update (February ‘23)

Hello there everyone, hope everyone is doing well! It’s been a bit dead over here on Tumblr (which I apologize for) but I’m planning on changing that starting next week with a new story. Without going into too much detail, I’ll just quickly explain that I’ve been dealing with a bout of depression (which was only amplified by getting food poisoning recently as well). Luckily, I feel like I’m in a better headspace and I’m finally recovering from the food poisoning! 

Anyways, here’s a quick little summary of the stuff I’ve released over on my Patreon over the past month. If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions.

The Scent of Studliness

After secretly witnessing his jock tormentor / secret crush Alex get turned into a pair of workout clothes by a bullied janitor, gym novice Martin investigates the new clothing and finds his inner kinks emerging as he realizes that they are soaked in the jock's intense sweat. Upon pressing his nose into the clothing and inhaling Alex's potent musk, Martin's body soon finds itself transforming to become the perfect replica of the jock.

Tags: Inanimate, Clothing-Based TF, Mental Change, Muscle Growth, Racial Change, Shapeshift

The Leading Man

Upon finding out that his friend and former Supernatural co-star Jensen Ackles would be attending the same brand new fan convention as him called Soul-Conventions, jealous actor Misha Collins decides to use one of the magical items included in his gift basket to finally get the chance to be the hunky leading man...

Tags: Body Swap, Actors, Revenge

Devolving The Scientist

After finally achieving success with their military-funded weapon that is meant to devolve opposing armies into an early stage of evolution, frail and nerdy Dexter is desperate to get the solo credit on the weapon while also getting the upper hand against his hunky co-worker Richard. Deciding to jump straight into human trials, the sly and jealous genius decides to get his revenge on the hunky Richard and send him down a few rings on the evolution timeline...

Tags: Animal, Mental Changes, Revenge

S-C Fitness: The Trial Run (Part One)

After returning from holiday break to find that his small hometown gym has been suddenly purchased and revamped to become a brand new S-C Fitness location, pudgy gym novice Tom gets an invitation from the new owner for a brand new program he's trying to implement. Upon finding out that not only will he receive a free gym membership for participating, but he'll also get the opportunity to do a workout with his gym crush Dylan, the man instantly agrees. Unfortunately for the duo though, they'll end up finishing their session in different bodies...

Tags: Shapeshift, S-C Fitness

The Body Shop

In hopes of alleviating some stress, Peter opts to take a walk through his college town. Near the end of his stroll, the man stumbles upon a new shop called The Body Shop. Upon entering, he's greeted to a vast array of artificial body parts that are able to be worn to create a bodysuit of a customer's dream body piece-by-piece. As soon as he meets the incredibly attractive owner of the shop, Peter finds his world turned upside down as he's able to be easily convinced to try out pieces that he never would have previously considered...

Author's Note: This series will become increasingly smutty with each chapter in the trilogy. It's not something I've dabbled much into, so I thought it was a worthy warning to preface this story. So if intense and explicit foreplay isn't your thing, this trilogy may not be for you!

Tags: The Body Shop, Slow Transformation, Gender Swap

Patreon Update (March ‘23)

Hey there everyone, hope anyone reading this is doing well! It seems as though people really enjoyed the Influencing The Influencer story, which I’m really happy to see. That story was a fun one to write, so I look forward to releasing more entries over the coming months. As for April releases, there will be a part two to the Influencer series dropping along with an additional story so stay tuned for that!

Moving past the impending Tumblr content, here’s a quick little summary of the stuff I’ve released over on my Patreon over the past month. If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions.

Finding A Way To Be Loved

This vault story was originally released in February 2022 for the Clarke tier. After a year of exclusivity, it's now become a $5 story.

After a young homeless man discovers a watch while rummaging around in a dumpster, an incident with a cop reveals a strange new ability: the gift of possession. With this power, he realizes that he can now find a way to get himself off of the streets permanently. Upon meeting with a friendly yet gorgeous couple who treat him with kindness, he opts to take advantage of this by using the device to infiltrate their relationship...

Tags: Gender Change, Male To Female, Possession

Revenge Of The Nerd I

When the day finally arrives for Mitchell to move out of his small town to a major city for college, the nerd is ecstatic for a second chance to reintroduce himself as he was constantly bullied and tormented by jocks and cheerleaders. To his horror though, Mitchell soon finds himself in class with his main tormentor, a cheerleader named Britney. Upon being paired up for a class project, the nerd finds himself tormented once more and eager to get revenge on his bully. Luckily, help seems to come as a mysterious individual offers his services...

Tags: Revenge

Sauna Swap I

When down-on-his-luck and aspiring personal trainer Alek is offered a sizable check to train one of the wealthiest men in town, he hadn't expected the client to be the retired and heavily obese Mr. Andrews. In need of the extra cash, he agrees to do the session, unaware of the nefarious plan that Mr. Andrews has to get a second chance at vitality...

Tags: Age Progression, Muscle Theft, Weight Gain, Body Swap

S-C Fitness: The Trial Run II

After returning from holiday break to find that his small hometown gym has been suddenly purchased and revamped to become a brand new S-C Fitness location, pudgy gym novice Tom gets an invitation from the new owner for a brand new program he's trying to implement. Upon finding out that not only will he receive a free gym membership for participating, but he'll also get the opportunity to do a workout with his gym crush Dylan, the man instantly agrees. Unfortunately for the duo though, they'll end up finishing their session in different bodies...

Tags: S-C Fitness, Shapeshift, Mental Changes, Revenge, Dominance and Submission

The Body Shop II

Upon being convinced to test out the application of female genitalia to his body, Peter finds himself eager to agree with anything that Theo, the gorgeous bodybuilder-sized owner of The Body Shop, suggests. As such, he agrees to further dabble with a gender transformation and thus allows Theo to add more pieces of the ginger woman bodysuit that he has started to put on...

Author's Note: This story is really starting to lean into the intense sexual attraction between Peter and Theo as the foreplay becomes more explicit and heated between them. So if smut like this (especially when it comes to a man in the midst of being feminized) isn't your thing, I suggest avoiding this series.

Tags: The Body Shop, Gender Change, Male to Female, Mental Changes, Dominance and Submission

The Do-Over (Teaser)

Upon waking up on his birthday, 29-year-old Arthur Saunders discovers a bizarre gift on his doorstep promising to give him a do-over in his life. Assuming that this was a gag gift left by one of his friends, the man opts to press the button and have his life is randomized. As a result, the nerdy and average teacher suddenly finds himself with the hunkiest body and simplest life imaginable...

As Arthur Saunders peered down towards his kitchen counter, the newly-minted 29-year-old scratched his head as he attempted to understand what he was looking at. It was earlier in the day when he first encountered the medium-sized box as he accidentally kicked it upon exiting his apartment. Despite his own curiosity about the box given the fact that there was no label or return address listed, the man had several birthday-related errands to run and was forced to quickly place the box inside before leaving for the majority of the day.

So despite his slight tiredness upon returning back to his apartment after a lively day of various celebrations with friends and family, Arthur’s mind began to continuously ponder not only what was inside the box but who had sent it. Based on the lack of postage or a shipping label, it was clear that someone had physically dropped the package off on his doorstep. But who would do that and not even knock on the door or attempt to speak with the man?

Although Arthur believed his curiosity was already at its peak, he soon realized that this was not true as he cut open the box and pulled back the cardboard flaps. Sitting in the box was a huge red button with the words “DO-OVER” painted white on the top, which instantly puzzled the young man. Although he assumed the button was all that was inside the box given the slew of packing peanuts that filled most of the box, Arthur gripped onto the button and found that a full contraption was unearthed upon lifting it up and out of the box.

As he set it down on the kitchen counter, Arthur spent a few minutes observing the bizarre item. Although the bright red button was a prominent feature, it was connected to a jet black base that was rounded and nearly double the size of the large button. On the base itself, Arthur discovered two large rectangular LED screens that sat both above and below the large button. Although he could tell that they were meant to display some sort of text or visual, the dull haze of the screen revealed that there was no power to the contraction… at least not yet.

Intrigued about what exactly the device did, Arthur found himself lifting it up and inspecting it in search of a power button. But alas, no such discovery was found by the man, which caused him to set the item down and direct his focus towards the huge box. In hopes of finding some sort of instructions, the man plunged his hand deep into the sea of packing peanuts and aimlessly felt around.

Eventually, the man was able to pick up on the slip of paper that was included in the box and fished it out. Upon grabbing it and holding it out in front of him, the curious man narrowed his eyes as he hoped the paper would provide some much needed explanations.

Dear User,

Congratulations on being selected to test out the brand new Do-Over Program. Upon being submitted by an acquaintance of yours, our company has been slowly observing you and your actions for the past few months. Upon noticing your general feelings of stagnation and confusion over your life, we’ve deemed you to be a perfect fit for the program.

The device you’ve been provided will allow you the opportunity to do-over your life, which will cause every aspect of your personality to be randomized in hopes of providing you an entirely new and positive outlook towards life. Although such a concept may seem scary, please know that none of these changes are permanent (as long as you don’t wish for them to be). With the perks of being chosen for this program though, our only ask is that for our own research that you wait at least 24 hours before attempting another do-over.

In regards to completing the program, there are two possible options. Firstly, you can continue to explore and test out various different lives and identities until you find one that seems perfect to you. Upon doing so, you can then lock the new identity in, which will cause the device to be retrieved and sent to the next participant in the program. If you do not accept any of the new lives created by the program, there is also another option that will return you to your original life. With this option though, we only recommend it if you have discovered that the entire process has caused you to have a renewed interest and sense of determination of how to move forward. If you choose this option, please contact S-C Enterprises via the provided information and we will send an employee to retrieve the device.

Regardless of the end result you choose, we hope you have an enjoyable experience as a part of our program.

Sincerely, The Do-Over Team

Upon finishing reading the note and setting the piece of paper onto the kitchen countertop, Arthur found that he now had more questions than he had answers. Who had submitted him to this program, and what did the company mean by saying they’ve been observing him for months? Surely they weren’t actually watching him and observing his online behaviors, right?

Despite being significantly unnerved by the contents of the note, Arthur couldn’t deny that his curiosity was piqued by the reveal of what the contraption sitting on his counter was capable of. The premise sounded like something straight out of a science fiction 80s film, but it felt surprisingly pertinent to him.

Although he hated to give props to a group that was apparently stalking him both in person and virtually, it was true that Arthur wasn’t quite happy with the cards he had been dealt with in life. When he first decided to go to university, the concept of being a teacher and helping mold young minds seemed like a rewarding career path. But after several years of actually being a teacher in a posh all-male school, the dull monotony of lessons along with the disrespect from both his students and fellow faculty members left him feeling like a husk of himself. With the constant influx of assignments to mark along with having to create lesson plans, Arthur found that even his own free time in his flat was devoted to his career… which only made him loathe it further.

To make matters worse, the realization that he was now only one year from reaching his 30s left the teacher feeling quite depressed and anxious. Although he knew that he personally loathed his current career choice, the crushing reality of his ever-increasing age meant that it was becoming incredibly unlikely for a last minute career change. Even worse, he had so many other hobbies and dreams that he couldn’t even mentally envision what to do with his life. In his free time, the man loved to write short stories or play video games, but the likelihood of becoming a famous author or Twitch streamer seemed impossible. Overall, his life left him feeling trapped and utterly helpless.

As he realized just how correct the letter’s assumption of his unhappiness was, Arthur’s eyes soon found themselves peering down to the blocky white text of “DO OVER” plastered across the top of the red button. Although he remained significantly unnerved by the contents of the letter, the bold white letters on the button had an inversely calming effect. Closing his eyes, the text flashed through his mind like an opening night marquee and thus caused the man to envision the endless amount of possibilities that he could have taken with his life. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing, the man reached a hand out and quickly slammed it down onto the bright red button...

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Patreon Update (November '23 - April '24)

Hello there everyone! Whew, it’s been a WHILE since I did one of these update / personal posts (November if my eyes aren’t deceiving me)... This certainly wasn’t my intention or anything, it’s just that my personal life has been putting me through the ringer nonstop since that last post! In addition to leaving my last job and needing to find a new one, I’ve been struggling with other stressors like severe mental health issues in addition to illness. To make matters even MORE stressful, the lease was up at my boyfriend and I’s apartment and we’ve been spending the past two months just applying to different places and trying to get all of the specifics ironed out.

As May rolls around and we finally move into this new apartment / I get a new lighter work schedule, I’m hoping that everything in my personal life will settle down so I can focus on being more active both here and on my Patreon. With my Tumblr, I’m aiming to try and do two transformation stories per month (one new mini-story like the Selfish Top Bottom story and a normal full-length story pulled from my Patreon archive). As for my Patreon, I’ve got a lot of stuff in the works including a Star-Lord transformation, a bodysuit story, and a revamped / rewrite of Helping Out A Friend – a series I started on Tumblr in January 2021 but was never able to finish. For those who don’t recall, here’s a link to the series – which follows a nerd and a frat bro swapping bodies for a semester of college to help the jock pass his final courses before graduating. 

Now shifting gears from what’s going to be coming to Patreon in the near future, let’s take a moment to shine a light on the content that I’ve created and released since November 2023! 

Usually, this tier included photo captions, but as my writing grew longer over the years, I finally realized in March that I was making things too hard on myself. Rather than trying to force a condensed story to fit the confines of an image, it’s easier for me to just write as much as I want and use the image as a supplement (or even gifs now with this change). As a result, I decided to change this tier where patrons now receive mini-stories that range from a length anywhere to 150 to 1.6k words. 

March Mini-Stories

Getting Lucky (350 Words) - Upon finding a green and yellow jockstrap in his underwear drawer, a gay man heads to his nearby gay club to celebrate St Patrick's Day. On the way, his inner Irishman is unleashed. Life Of The Afterparty (300 Words) - In the midst of cleaning up the aftermath of a prestigious award show, an aspiring actor discovers an abandoned award that causes major changes. Ginger God (150 Words) - A meek and overweight college nerd decides to head to the gym on St Patrick's Day for the first time in hopes that no one will be there. Upon swiping his card for the first time, he becomes the ginger god of the gym.

April Mini-Stories

Chris Gets Collared (650 Words) - When his dog begins acting strangely, Chris Evans enlists the help of an animal whisperer who has a unique way of helping animals be heard… Father-Son Bonding (1.6k Words) - A gruff and athletic father struggles to connect with his reserved and nerdy teenage son. Upon an argument one night, the duo wake up the next morning to learn what life is like in the other's shoes. Reforming The Police (350 Words) - Rather than helping an underprivileged area, the police force instead severely mistreats its citizens and ignores genuine problems. As a result, the community decides to reform the police in their own unique way…

Whistling The Blues

After arriving home from work one evening, Adam finds a large gift-wrapped box on his doorstep. Unwrapping it reveals a silver athletic whistle, which instantly confuses the man. To add to the confusion, blowing into the metal piece causes an ear-shattering sound to ring out that not only causes him intense pain but somehow transports him into a coach's office with plaques and trophies listing his name. As he observes the décor in hopes of figuring out what's going on, his body and mind begin to transform to give him the athletic career and manly body he had always dreamed of having… Tags: Age Progression, Daddification, Man to DILF, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift

Unleashing His Inner Daddy

Hopeless romantic Finn thought he had finally found the one when he met his co-worker Richard. Not only was the man incredibly kind and sweet, but he was also a total DILF! Despite their palpable chemistry together, their relationship had soured over the past few months due to Richard's refusal to top. On the verge of a breakup, a passionate plea magically allows Finn the chance to allow his body to match his status as the dom top in the relationship... Tags: Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Man to DILF

Unleashing His Inner Daddy II

After a passionate plea transforms the young twink Finn into the spitting image of his middle-aged DILF boyfriend Richard, the couple takes a moment to get reacquainted with each other and explore this bizarre new reality. Unfortunately for Richard though, sensually worshiping his own body via Finn allows him to not notice his own transformation into something much more submissive... Tags: Inanimate, Unintended Consequences

Watch What You Wish For

Eager to revamp his image into being a classy and sophisticated middle-aged man, Chris Pratt signs a partnership deal with a brand of luxury watches. Upon making his way to the owner's mansion to agree to the terms and do a press conference to announce the new collaboration, the actor suddenly finds himself body swapped where he's now the elderly billionaire CEO leading the press conference. Worst thing about it is that no matter how hard he tries, he can't tell anyone about what's happened to him! Tags: Body Swap, Celebrity, Middle-Aged To Elderly, Elderly To Middle-Aged

College Is Transformative: Family Weekend

Chase Richards was on top of the world. With an incredibly handsome and ripped body along with an extremely wealthy father, the college wrestler had never really encountered any problems in his 19 years of living. At least, until he was assigned Tyler as his roommate.  As the nerd and jock duo go from acquaintances to full-blown enemies, Chase struggles to comprehend why the nerd had books about spellcasting and transformations hidden under his bed... Tags: Male Transformation, Exposition Chapter

College Is Transformative: Family Weekend II

Upon finishing up wrestling practice after a fight with his roommate, Chase is shocked to find that his wealthy businessman father had shown up to surprise him for Family Weekend. As the duo head back to the dorm so Chase can change before they head to dinner, they have no way of knowing that Tyler was about to put his magical plan for transformational revenge into motion... Tags: Possession, Revenge

Henry's Beta Test

In a depressive rut, Henry is given a beta version of the Chronivac by his friend to try out. Upon getting it, he decides to test it out by trying out a few new bodies in hopes of finding love… Tags: Chronivac, Muscle Growth, Shapeshift

Henry's Beta Test II

Despite getting access to the Chronivac and thus gaining the ability to transform his body and mind in any way possible, Henry finds himself still unable to land the perfect boyfriend. As he becomes more and more desperate and depressed, the man wastes no time stooping to treacherous lows to find love… such as meeting up with his favorite thirst trap couple to take over one of their lives and cause that man to undergo an inanimate change! Tags: Chronivac, Identity Death, Inanimate, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift, Revenge, Shapeshift

The Scent of An Alpha

Going to college was supposed to be a fresh start for meek nerd Charlie Owens, but this plan is quickly derailed when he finds himself roommates with a hunky jock similar to the ones who bullied him back in high school. To make matters worse, the young man finds himself incredibly attracted to the Latino stud. After returning home one day and finding that his roommate is gone, the nerd decides to take a used jockstrap for personal use. Unfortunately, the scent of an alpha is contagious, which means that the young nerd will find himself becoming more like his roommate before he can realize what's going on… Tags: Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Nerd to Jock, Racial Change, Reality Shift

Austin Theory's #1 Supporter

Upon being picked out in a crowd at a WWE event, a young man finds himself picked to get a free meet and greet with his favorite wrestler - Austin Theory. Unfortunately for him though, Austin has a secret plan that the man has found himself the main target in. Not only does Austin have a kink for humiliating other men via taunting and flaunting his immense physique, but he also has a transformation desire that he's eager to test out on the young man… Tags: Inanimate, Dominance and Submission, Humiliation, Body Swap, Revenge

Tricked By His Tutor

After making his way home from wrestling practice, Nolan is surprised to find his math tutor Arthur randomly waiting for him on his doorstep. Thinking that the man is lonely and just wants a friend, the wrestler invites him in to watch TV, order pizza, and just relax. Unfortunately for the jock, Arthur has a trick up his sleeve (and around his finger) that will change both of their lives forever… Tags: Body Swap, Jock to Nerd, Nerd to Jock, Revenge

The Meet & Greet

After years of fate seeming desperate to prevent him from seeing his favorite musician, The Weeknd, live in concert, Noah Stevens was ecstatic to find himself able to get his hands on a front row ticket the night before a nearby show. Upon arriving at the stadium, the mid-20s fan is in disbelief upon learning that his front row ticket is actually a VIP ticket that includes a meet and greet with the musician. Although Noah couldn't imagine a greater gift, he has no idea what the universe has in store for the duo once they finally meet each other… Tags: Body Swap, Celebrity, Shapeshift, Racial Change

maybe something where two guys hang out and then one drinks something and anything he says becomes the truth?

“A truth serum?” John asked.

“Yeah!” Mark replied, “except it’s not what you think. Instead of making you tell the truth, it makes everything you say become the truth.”

John looked down at the small green bottle. “Sounds a little dangerous.”

“It doesn’t last that long, and you can always reverse whatever you say.” Mark saw the hesitation in his friend’s eyes. “C’mon man, all I need for you is to make me jacked. You can do it to yourself too! C’mon. Please?”

John looked down at the bottle then down at his body. He could do with some more muscle, and it wouldn’t hurt Mark either.

“Fine,” he said taking the bottle and unscrewing the cap, “but just to get us jacked.”

“Totally bro,” Mark said, and with that, John drank. The bottle was so small, the entire thing went down his throat. “Well,” he said, “feel any different?”

“Not really…” John said, “how does this work?”

“Anything you say becomes the truth. So… say something!”

John cleared his throat. “Right… well… we’re jacked. Both of us. Nice and muscular, but not too muscular.”

It was instantaneous. Both boys felt their bodies balloon out with muscle, causing their loose, dangling clothes to grow tight and fitting around their new, jacked bodies.

Mark didn’t waste any time. Within seconds, his shirt was off, and he was looking at himself in the mirror, eyes wide with shock.

“Fuuuuck dude! It worked! It really worked!!” John was barely listening. He was feeling up his own muscles through his t-shirt. They didn’t even feel real, but when he gave one pec a hearty squeeze, he knew that this wasn’t a dream. “Say something else!” John ran back in, practically jumping up and down.

“Like… what?”

“ANYTHING! Like… give me a huge dick.”

“A huge… what?”

“C’mon dude,” Mark was back to pleading, “my girlfriend would get a kick out of it.”

“Fine,” John said with a grin, “Mark has a a giant monster cock that’s so big, he can’t even fit it into his girlfriend’s pussy.”

Mark felt a huge tugging at the bottom of his boxers, and looked down to see his cock growing and growing, so much so that he was fighting to keep his shorts from just falling down. By the time the damn thing was done expanding, Mark guessed it was at least 11 inches long.

“Jesus man, what the fuck??” But John was cracking up. Mark looked back down at his dick and started to imagine what life would be like with a shlong that long. “You’re so fucking gay man,” Mark said.

“Right,” John scoffed, “I’M the gay one.”

He didn’t realize what he had done until after he’d done it. Apparently the serum didn’t take to sarcasm too well, because after saying the words “I’m the gay one,” John started to look at Mark differently. He started to lust after his muscular physique with an animal passion, caressing the curves of his biceps with his eyes, practically tasting the precum dripping out of the wet patch in Mark’s skin-tight boxer shorts, where his massive dick was twitching relentlessly.

“Dude… you okay?”

He didn’t know how long he was staring. Only that he wanted more than to just stare. He wanted Mark. He wanted him now.

“I think we’ve had our fun,” Mark said, starting to feel his nerves unwind, “let’s change back, okay? John? Can you change me back?”

“Okay,” John said with a smirk, “I’ll change you… but I won’t change you back.”

Mark’s face grew pale. “Wait, what?”

John cleared his throat, “Mark has a giant body to match his giant dick. He’s a fucking muscle beast with humongous arms and a giant pec shelf.”

Mark didn’t even have time to speak before his body shot out in all directions. What was previously handsome and toned was now obscene and large. His legs grew like tree trunks bursting through his underwear and sending his monster cock flying out into the cold air. He could barely see below his bulging pecs, and his arms had grown so large in the span of a few seconds, that they had rendered a lot of previous movement impossible.

“What the fuck man?!” Mark said. He gripped his dick. It felt normal sized in his otherwise abnormal hands. “What did you do to me?”

“I only made it so that you’d be able to have a regular dick again. Well… regular compared to the rest of your body.”

Mark’s head was rushing with thoughts. What was his girlfriend going to say about this? What was his family going to say? His job? How was he going to live his life when he couldn’t even fit through a proper doorway?

“Change me back,” he said firmly.

John smiled. “Of course I’ll change you back. But not after I’ve had some more fun.” Mark was about to lunge forward when John said: “Isn’t that right, mister Robbie Amell?”

Mark exhaled deeply. As he did, he felt his muscles subside, his body shrinking and leaning out into the chiseled physique of Robbie Amell. His hands reached for his face, and he felt the bones shift and rearrange themselves under his skin, which became smooth and soft to this touch.

“What is happening to me?” Mark said, his voice now noticeably higher. His bewildered blue eyes shot to John, who was rubbing his own dick through his skin-tight jeans. Just as soon as he saw this did a pair of tight gym shorts wrap themselves around Mark—or Robbie’s—defined hips. In the nylon pouch, he saw his dick return to normal size. Normal, that was, for a Hollywood celebrity.

Robbie smiled. “Yeah,” he said feeling his washboard abs, “I could get used to this.”

“Better not,” John said with a smile. He was becoming mad with power, and he was sure that his next transformation would be his hottest. “You’re not actually Robbie Amell. You’re a hairy Spanish bodybuilder.”

The second the word “hairy” crossed John’s lips, Mark’s chest started to grow itchy. He looked down to see his previously spotless chest dusted with little black hairs. What was more, his pecs were starting to come back in. With a vengeance.

“Que es esto?” Mark said. Though he could understand the words that came out of his mouth, he knew they were not in English. As a matter of fact, the more he thought about it, the less he knew of the English language at all. “Yo no enteindo…”

“It’s okay,” John said as he walked up to his friend, “you don’t have to say anything. Just look at yourself man!” He pointed to Mark’s bicep, which Mark instinctively flexed. The thing must have been 17 inches, at least. He followed it up to his broad, thickening shoulders, down the hairy cleavage of his new pecs, and across the landscape that was his muscle gut.

Mark—or Manuel—gave a deep groan. He was so enamored with his own body, he didn’t have the energy to even be mad at John. “Flex,” he heard his friend say, and Manuel placed his hands on his hips and flared his bodybuilder muscles out.

“Very good,” John said, running his hands over the rough mounds of stone.

“NOW can you change me back?” Manuel asked, only the words came out as “Ahora puedes cambiarme?”

John gave him a confused look. “Sorry? I don’t speak Spanish.”

“Ahora puedes cambiarme?!” Manuel repeated, but it was no use. He was running out of time. If John didn’t turn him back soon, he was going to be stuck as a hulking hispanic bodybuilder for the rest of his life.

He dove for the little green bottle, brining it to his lips in the hope that there might be just a drop of the truth serum left.

Nothing. He shook the bottle pathetically, but not a single drop came out. He heard John laughing behind him.

“Sorry Mark,” he said, “you should have taken the serum yourself. But you trusted me, and I suspect I’ve got time for one more transformation left before we run out of time…”

Manuel couldn’t understand the words John was saying. He understood only one single word: “briefs,” and made one more pass at the bottle.

But his hands were disappearing. As a matter of fact, his whole body seemed to be shrinking down, the mass of his muscles vanashing into thin air as he felt wind rush through the silky sheen of his skin.

He collapsed onto the floor, immobile, and felt the bottle topple down just a few inches away from him. He could see John walk over to his limp body. His friend towered over him, his toned and perfectly round muscles seemed colossal compared to whatever it was Mark had become.

He watched as John removed his clothes, revealing every inch of the body he had wanted in the first place. Not too big, not to muscular, but just sexy enough to get every guy in a two block radius hard as a rock.

Even Mark felt a flash of attraction as John pulled him up his legs and over his ass. But as he felt his best friend’s cock fill out what used to be his face, he knew that his life was going to be different from here on out.

John rubbed his dick through his brand new briefs. “Damn man,” he said to Mark, “you fit pretty well.” He knew he should feel bad, having just turned his best friend into a pair of underwear. But he suspected there was plenty more where that truth serum came from. He was sure he would turn him back… eventually…

The Whole Truth...

(A sequel to “The Truth Serum (Ask).” Sorry this took so long! The story ended up getting bigger and bigger, but I didn’t want to make you guys wait any longer. This is Part 1 of the sequel, and Part 2 will be released next week. Hope you enjoy!)

This is John and Mark. John and Mark have been best buds since they were sophomores in high school. Inseparable, some might say. They’ve grown even closer in recent years. So close, in fact, that Mark seldom leaves John’s side… or sides.

Confused? I would be to. There’s only one man in that picture after all. You see, John turned his friend Mark into a pair of briefs a while back. Turns out that the boys had gotten ahold of a rare bottle of truth serum—the kind that makes everything you say become the truth—and someone got a little too creative.

John promised it wouldn’t be permanent. He promised he would only keep Mark in this humiliating state for a few days. But a few days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a few months. And now, one year after drinking his first drops of truth serum, Mark isn’t any closer to being human again. After all, he is John’s favorite pair of briefs.

But Mark hasn’t forgotten. Each day he waits, patiently cradling John’s massive package. He waits for an opportunity that he’s not sure will ever come, the opportunity to get revenge.

Fortunately for Mark, that opportunity is about to arrive. The Changing Room still has big plans for these two. All we need is just a few drops of truth, and a few simple words…

Blake already knew the rules. He’d read extensively about the “truth serum” online. He’d heard about the hot games people had played, the hot fantasies that had become reality, he’d read about the hot accidents that became irreversible once the effects wore off.

But Blake wasn’t here to play any games. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly how much of the serum to take, the exact words to say, and the exact order to say them in. He couldn’t screw up; this plan was foolproof.

And yet, as he stared down at the emerald green liquid, fear gripped at the corners of his mind. What if he wasn’t ready? What if he did screw up? What would that mean for him?

“BLAKE!” He jumped. The voice came from a few inches below him. Great, he thought. It was Stan.

“Man, the gym is pretty crowded today, huh?” Stan said, motioning to the other guys in the locker room. He was right, the little dork. The gym was bustling with post-thanksgiving stragglers, looking to drop those couple of pounds they gained over the week. Only these guys didn’t have “a couple of pounds.” Most of them were fat, old, objectively unattractive (at least to Blake). By and large, the gym wasn’t populated by the most attractive guys. Blake lived on the outskirts of town, and there was a retirement home just a block away from the gym. Blake didn’t consider himself very attractive—average by most standards—and yet he looked like a bodybuilder next to most of these guys.

Stan was a prime example. Stan had been Blake’s lab partner freshman year of high school. They ran into each other at the gym a couple months ago, and Stan had been following him around ever since. It was obvious how attracted to Blake he was, but Stan was not his kind of guy—at all. He was short, pasty, and had a nasally, high picked voice that rang around the locker room like a high pitched bell.

“Blake, did you hear me?”

“What—yes. Sorry, I…” his mind was elsewhere. Blake was thinking about what was waiting for him outside that locker room. He was thinking about what he was going to say to transform him. What were the words again? “It must be thanksgiving, you know.”

“RIGHT!” Stan said with an obnoxious laugh, “it’s that pumpkin pie. I’m telling you. My grandmother makes the greatest pumpkin pie…” as Stan continued to rant about his “epic” thanksgiving dinner, Blake saw a flash of skin from the corner of his eye.

It was him. Alex. God, he looked incredible. Even by the rather lax standards of their gym, Alex was one of the hottest guys on the planet. How he had even ended up training at a dump like theirs was a mystery to Blake, but he didn’t care. He got to be blessed with the glorious sight of Alex’s perfectly toned muscles, his soft cream skin and warm welcoming eyes every Tuesday and Thursday. After all, he was Blake’s personal trainer.

“Blake!” Alex spotted the two from across the room and sauntered over, beaming. “How’s it going bro? How was thanksgiving?”

Blake froze. The words caught in his mouth. The bottle of truth serum gripped tight in his fist. “Good!” was all he was able to get out.

Alex turned to Stan. “And you name was…?”

“STAN!” he said, a little too loud. If he had a crush on Blake, he was absolutely in love with Alex. He grabbed the jock’s hand and shook it. “We’ve met a couple of times. You just probably don’t remember. It’s okay. I forget things too. It’s fine.”

“Right,” Alex said. He turned back to Blake. “See you out there? Ten min? It’s arm day today! Gotta get those biceps nice and big.” He patted Blake’s sad excuse for an arm, and Blake had to hide his blushing face.

“Arm day, yeah. See you out there!”

Alex was gone as soon as he came. Stan made an exaggerated sigh. “Why are all the hot ones straight, know what I mean? Like if only he was gay…”

If only. Blake gave a little laugh. He laughed, not because of how improbable that was, but because by the end of their session, Alex was going to be very gay. More than that, Alex was going to be his boyfriend. It was the truth he had concocted in his mind when he had purchased the serum online. All he needed was a couple of drops and the confidence to say the words out lout. But if there’s anything Blake was sorely lacking, it was arm muscles and confidence.

“Hey, what’s that bottle you got there?” Stan pointed to the serum, “is that a supplement? You know my grandma said those can make your balls fall off.”

Blake pulled it back. “No, it’s… um…” and then an idea started to form. A small, sinister, brilliant idea. “Actually,” Blake said, “it is a supplement. But a very special one. Want me to show you how it works?”

Stan nodded vigorously while Blake looked around for an empty changing stall. There were too many guys around to do this in public, and Blake only had ten minutes.

There’s a lot I can do in ten minutes, he thought to himself, and the two disappeared into the showers.

“Can I get you anything, sir?” The clerk looked up at the large, muscular man as he walked into the store. He was looking around at all the supplements, the vitamins, the protein shakes. But John wasn’t reading any of the labels…

“Yeah,” John said with a charming smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few drops of the… um… ‘special’ shake.”

A flash of confusion across the clerk’s face. Then, recognition. “Right away,” he said, and disappeared into the back. The second he was gone, John stuck a thumb into his sweat pants and pulled them open.

Mark was writhing and squeezing on his junk. John winced. He was starting to get more violent, and if he didn’t put him to rest soon, there would be another grown man standing in the middle of the shop with them.

By the time the clerk returned, John had shrunk a half foot, and his muscle tone was going down. Fast. “Thanks,” John said, grabbing the tiny green shot from the clerk’s hands and throwing it down his throat. He rushed out of the shop, where no one could hear him, and said out loud to himself:

“I am a jacked up muscle god, and Mark is my favorite pair of underwear.”

He felt himself grow taller, the lost muscle mass returning in a matter of seconds. And Mark stopped writhing. He was back to being just another pair of cozy briefs.

John sighed. He had to find out about the hard way: the truth serum’s effects eventually did ware off. It started about a month ago, when he started loosing muscle, and Mark’s reflexes started to return. He had an arrangement with the store owner: just two drops of the truth serum a month. Enough to keep his body hard and Mark at bay.

But this was the second time he had gone this week. Though he puffed out his chest and put a smile on his face, deep down John feared that the effects might ware off altogether, and nothing would be able to stop Mark from being human again, and enacting his revenge…

“What are we doing in here?” Stan asked as Blake closed the shower curtain.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. Stan looked taken aback. Then, he blushed.

“Aren’t you afraid someone will see us?” he said as he peeled his shirt off. Blake winced at the sight of his lumpy, pimply chest. He wouldn’t have to look at it for much longer. “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” Stan asked.

But Blake was already unscrewing the cap to the bottle. He knew he needed to save some for Alex’s transformation. All he needed now were a couple drops. He savored their sweet taste as they slivered down his throat.

“Um… Blake?”

Blake grinned. He could almost feel the power pulsing through his veins, the words like fire as they came off of his tongue.

“I really love your chest, Stan,” Blake said.

Stan blushed. “Y—you do?”

“Oh yeah, all that hair, all that muscle. You’re a real daddy, you know that?”

Flattered, but confused, Stan opened his mouth to speak, and that’s when he started to feel it. A soft rumbling under his skin. The prickling of hairs poking out from his pores.

“What’s… what’s… is that my voice?” It was rich, deep. It echoed off the walls of the shower and made Blake’s dick jump in his gym shorts. He stood back to accommodate for Stan, who’s size was increasing by the second.

It was his muscles, mostly. In just under a minute, the young man’s muscles had swelled to bodybuilder proportions. The veins bulged under his skin as hair continued to grow in fields across his chest, over his arms, and down his legs. Blake had to resist the temptation to reach out and rub his thick carpet, to smell his hairy pits, growing ever thick with hair and musk.

“Grrrrrrr…” Stan growled. He brought both colossal arms up over his head and flared out his pecs. As he did, a fresh crop of hair covered them, all grey.

Blake looked to to Stan’s face. Sure enough, he was aging rapidly. The young man who had just turned 22 several months ago was now encroaching on 45. Stan closed his eyes and gave another hearty growl as a silver daddy beard burst through his chiseled chin.

“Fuuuuck this feels good,” he said, bringing one hand down to grip his package. The second his hand touched the silky sheen of his underwear, Blake saw the bulge inflate and swell. So much, that he was beginning to see the head of his mature, beer can cock pressed against the soaking fabric. “Fuck, I need to release,” Stan continued, “get down on your fucking knees, boy.”

But Blake was still admiring his creation. Only now, Stan’s transformation had far surpassed the limits of his simple statement: he was looking closer to 55 than 45, many of his hairs turning grey. His skin grew rougher and looser around his muscles, and the veins were no longer visible under the pounds of access fat and flab that he was putting on. He was still muscular, very much so, but he was more sugar daddy than pro-bodybuilder.

Blake shook his head. “I… Sorry… I’ve got…” But Stan was advancing on him, stepping forward with a seductive glint in his eye. Apparently all of his attraction for Blake was still there, and only heightened by the increased testosterone.

“Boy, I said get down,” Stan continued with a stern, fatherly gaze. For Blake, it was insanely hot, and he was just about to drop down and unveil that beast of a dick when he remembered Alex, waiting out on the gym floor. His perfect muscles, his dreamy eyes.

No. He couldn’t get distracted. Not now.

In one swift movement, he slipped past the muscle bear and out the shower door. He didn’t even look back. He booked it out of the locker room and into the gym.

Alex knew he had to be stretching. He knew he had to be getting ready for his training session. He knew he should be doing anything but staring at the guy who just walked into the gym.

And yet he was. Not in a sexual way. Alex was straight as a nail, of course. But there was something about this man, how he just sauntered in and commanded everyone’s undivided attention. Perhaps Alex was just used to being top dog at the gym; we was objectively the hottest guy, and he wasn’t naive about that fact. But when John walked in, with his jacked up muscles and cocky swagger, he put Alex to shame.

Alex was so focused on John lifting on the other side of the room, that he didn’t even notice Blake talking right next to him.

“Alex… Alex?”

“What? Sorry I… sorry. Just thinking.” Alex shook off the image of John and turned to his client. “Now, you ready to get those arms nice and big?”

“Actually,” Blake cleared his throat, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yeah sure, what up?”

Blake took a deep breath. He was so focused on the image of Alex as his boyfriend, so distracted by the image of Stan transforming in the shower stall, that he didn’t even notice until right then:

The bottle was missing.

He bent down frantically, scanning every conceivable inch of gym mat to see if he dropped it. “Hey Blake?” Alex asked, “bro, is everything okay?”

“Fine I just… sorry… have you seen a little green bottle lying around anywhere?”

Alex cocked his head. “Sorry man. I haven’t. Hey, what was it you were going to tell me?”

Blake looked up. Perhaps there was a chance the serum was still in him. That he could still say anything and have it be the truth…

“I was going to say, how does it feel to be my boyfriend?”

Alex’s stare grew glazed, his mind running wild behind his wandering eyes. And then… he laughed.

“You’re a funny dude,” Alex said, shaking his head. But then he stoped. Blake could see that his eyes were fixed on something—or someone—all the way across the room, over by the lockers. “Who on earth is that?” Alex said. Blake knew instantly: it was Stan.

Everyone gawked as this giant muscle bear, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of briefs, sauntered out onto the floor, grinning from ear to ear like he was hiding some big secret. Blake could smell the musk coming off of him yards away, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was a huge turn on.

“Morning boys,” Stan said as he approached the two.

Alex searched for recognition in the man’s eyes. Blake thought he saw the slightest hint of genuine attraction. “Do—do I know you from somewhere?” he asked.

“Why of course you do,” Stan said with a sly wink to Blake, “we’ve been going out for almost two years now.”

Blake’s jaw dropped. It was him. Stan must have taken the potion when he dropped it on his way out of the shower. Only he couldn’t, there was no way…

But when Blake turned back to Alex, he knew the change had already begun. It was the slight glint in his eye, the way he caressed Stan’s muscular body with his gaze. But most of all, it was the obvious boner Alex was popping in his shorts.

He was gay as hell now. And gay for Stan, out of all people.

The horny trainer jumped up and embraced his new lover, furiously making out as his hands ran all over the man’s furry muscles. “Whoa,” Stan said with a laugh, “slow down there tiger. Let’s wait ‘till we get back to the house.”

“But I don’t wanna wait,” Alex whined, stroking his daddy bear’s beard. “C’mon, let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”

Blake was seething as he watched Stan slip a finger down Alex’s shorts and tickle his puckering hole. “Well, I’ve always wanted to do something public…”

“Wait, no. STOP.” They both stared at Blake, who marched up towards them. “Give me back that bottle,” he demanded, “that serum is MINE.”

“What serum?” Alex said, toying with Stan’s nipple as the burly man gave a hearty laugh.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he said with a scoff, “he’s just a dumb horny twink. Isn’t that right Blake?”

Blake shook his head. No. This couldn’t be happening. But he was already stating to feel himself shrink down. His skin grew softer as he lost about two years, and his voice grew high pitched as he pleaded: “Stop… no… please…”

“Oh yeah,” Stan said with a sick grin, “you’re a stupid daddy chaser with a giant ass and an insatiable need to get fucked. But I ain’t gonna fuck you. Alex, would you fuck him?”

Alex cocked his head, “eh, he’s a little skinny for me. LOVE that ass though.”

Ass? Blake thought. And then he felt himself swat, instinctively, letting his bulbous butt explode out of his gym shorts and jiggle up and down as a tingling feeling overtook his now tiny body.

“No… stop… fuuuuuuuuuck.” People from all over the gym were beginning to stare. Blake needed to get out of there. Fast. He ducked his eyes down and rushed back into the locker room. As he ran, his butt grew even larger, forcing him to waddle rather than walk.

The second he had a shower to himself, he slammed the door and shoved two fingers up his ass. “OH,” he moaned, violently pawing at his throbbing boy pussy as the need to be fucked grew like a primal urge inside of him. It was like being stranded in a desert without water, and his two, skinny twink fingers just weren’t cutting it.

Blake rubbed his ass up against the tile wall. Fuck, he thought, this is humiliating. Here he was, a stupid horny twink, resorting to twerking up against a shower wall because no one would fuck him. And oh how he needed to be fucked. And not just by any dick. Stan was very specific with his wording; Blake wouldn’t be satisfied until he had a massive bodybuilder dick shoved up his pulsing asshole. And where on earth was he going to find one of those?

“Need some help?” came a voice from Blake’s right. He turned to see one of the single most gorgeous guys he had ever laid eyes on standing right there, rubbing his cock through his blue briefs.

“My name is John,” the man said, “looks like you might need some help with that.” Blake wanted to say no. He wanted to find that bottle of truth serum and wreak havoc on Stan and his new boyfriend.

But he also needed to be fucked. And he was the most gorgeous specimen on the planet offering to pound him silly. How could he refuse?

Blake turned around and bent his back, sticking his bubble but straight in the air and flashing his hole. “Fuck me daddy,” escaped his lips, and he didn’t even have time to process those words before John took off his briefs, threw them aside, and reared up behind his victim.

He was already hard as a rock. Seeing Blake transform into a hungry bottom slut was one of the hotter things he’d ever seen. Now, he was ready to give that ass the pounding it deserved.

“FUUUUUCK!” Blake screamed as John’s 9 inch cock slid into his ass. There was a moment of brief pain before Blake felt his muscles relax, his sphincter clutching the veiny dick as it slid in and out, in and out, each time with more ferocity than before.

“Yeah, you like that boy?” John said, giving the jiggling piece of meat a hearty slap. Blake let out another moan. At this point, he was practically grinding down on the John’s cock. Both of them were so enamored, they didn’t even notice the fact that John was getting thinner, his hair getting darker and shaggier, or that his underwear had vanished from outside…

Blake closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Cum was spewing from his dick, but the orgasm wasn’t even close to being over. If anything being fucked put him in a place of perpetual orgasm, wherein the pleasure was so intense, that the world around him vanished into a whirlwind of color and sound. Nothing mattered but the dick slamming into his ass, and there was no way for him to notice that the guy who was fucking him was no longer a jocked up meat head, but an average college guy named…

“Hello John,” Mark said from the doorway. John spun around to see his friend, human once again, and twirling a small green bottle in-between his fingers. The spell had worn off. It was official.

Panicked, John made to move when Mark said, “oh no, you won’t stop fucking him. You’re going to keep going until I say ‘stop.’” Sure enough, John continued to pound the hungry twink’s ass, despite him being oblivious to the entire situation.

His voice was shaking as he pleaded with his former friend. “Mark, please, just let me go. I’m sorry, you won’t ever have to see me again.”

“Oh I’ll be seeing you for a long time,” Mark said with a sly smile, “why would I give you up? After all, you are my favorite dildo.”

John could feel it coming, the sinking feeling that not only had he failed and would spend the rest of his life paying for it, but that his entire body was collapsing into itself. He felt his insides compress and turn to hard silicone. He felt his hands and feet disappear into his shrinking rubber body. He tried to let out one more scream before his face was swept up into the twink’s steaming hot hole, where it would fulfill itself as the penis head to Mark’s favorite sex toy.

The very last thing he saw was Mark’s proud face, and then everything went black. Just as it did, he felt a rush of pleasure overcome him, an orgasm unlike anything a human body could experience. He screamed internally with extreme pleasure as the walls of Blake’s ass enveloped him, and within seconds, John’s body was frozen solid. Nothing but hard rubber slathered with sweat and cum.

“FUUUUUCK!” Blake let out one final shout as the last bit of cum erupted from his dick and coated the shower floor. He pulled the dildo out of his ass and looked at it, confused. That’s when he noticed Mark standing there in the shower door, smirking.

“It’s a shame,” Blake said, “I thought he was really cute.”

“Yeah,” Mark said, “but he’s always been kind of a dick.” He winked, taking the dildo from Blake’s hands and replacing it with the green bottle. “I think this belongs to you.”

Blake looked down at the truth serum. Mercifully, Mark had only taken a few drops, and though Stan had drunken two thirds of the bottle, there was enough to do a number on him—and possibly get Alex back.

“Wait,” Blake said, “where are you going?” Mark was already halfway to the exit.

He turned back. “I’ve been gone for almost a year now. I have to let everyone know I’m okay.”

“Sure… but…” Blake held up the bottle with a grin. “Don’t you wanna have some fun first? There’s enough in here for two.”

Slowly, Mark began to walk forward. “What did you have in mind.”

“The same thing as you,” Blake smiled. “Revenge.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

... And Nothing But The Truth

(You can read Part 1 HERE)

“Well, how do I look?”

Blake might have been too modest to say it, but he had done an incredible job transforming Mark. The two had decided to have a little fun with the truth serum before going back out to punish Stan. Blake had started by turning Mark into the best version of himself, which meant perfect hair, perfect muscles, and the perfect dick. He hadn’t seen it yet, but he desperately wanted too. He was still a cock-hungry bottom slut after all.

“Still horny?” Mark said, taking the words right out of his head. Blake nodded. He didn’t want to say anything out-loud in case the truth serum was still in effect. If there was anything Blake had learned today, it was to be extremely careful with this powerful elixir. Just one sip, and anything you said became the truth. Anything.

“Here,” Mark reached out a hand, “I’ll turn you into something good. Not this twink bullshit.”

“Really?” Blake said, relieved.

“Of course!” Mark said, “it’s the least I could do. You’re the reason I’ve got this incredible body instead of being wrapped around John’s disgusting ass.” He laughed as he gave a little flex, sending a fresh blush across Blake’s face.

He handed the bottle to Mark, who popped open the cap and took a couple of drops. Blake felt a pang of fear as he saw the contents of the bottle: there were only a couple of small sips left.

“Alright,” Mark said, “who’s your favorite actor?”

“Sorry?”

“Actor, celebrity, ANYONE! Someone you find hot. Someone you’ve always wanted to be.”

The question stubbed Blake. Who wouldn’t he want to be? Anyone but the flimsy, fat-assed daddy chaser he was now.

“Can it be an athlete?” Blake asked.

“Anyone,” Mark said.

The image of him had crossed his mind briefly, before sticking and growing into swarm of fantasies that were now swirling around his head. They were about to become a reality.

“Well… I’ve always thought Gus Kenworthy was really hot.”

Mark gained. “Well today’s your lucky day, because you ARE Gus Kenworthy. Pro Olympic Skier, social justice champion, and handsome, hairy, and huge piece of man meat.”

The words felt like candy to Blake’s ears. Immediately, he felt a warmth overtake him, flooding his veins like adrenaline. This was nothing like the last transformation, which felt cold, humiliating. At that moment, Blake felt like he could fly.

“Ooooohhhh…” the young man moaned. His body shivered as the flab from his over-sized bottom ass vanished, transforming into solid muscle with the perfect amount of fat. The muscle ran down his thighs, bulking them to ham-size and pressing them against his formally loose briefs. Now, the fabric highlighted every curve of his astonishingly toned lower half, hardened and chiseled from years of skiing on the slopes of Colorado.

“Is… is that my ass?” Blake stuttered.

Mark laughed, “I think the real question you should be asking is: are those your abs?”

Blake looked down. The flood of adrenaline had made its way up to his torso, where he could feel his chest tighten into a solid rack of abs, his obliques turning to hard lines leading down to his crotch.

Muscle mass filled his pecs like two sand bags, and the sudden addition of weight to his frail frame caused Blake to stumble back. By now, his whole body had gone numb. He couldn’t feel himself fall to the floor, he couldn’t even hear himself moaning and screaming in intense pleasure. He could only feel the heat and the testosterone as it continued to shape and expand his muscles, broaden his frame, and cover his skin with a fresh layer of dusty blonde hair and tattoos.

“FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK.” His hands were running wild across his body. His arms had just finished packing on lean muscle when the final muscle began its long awaited transformation. Blake had never seen Gus’ dick. He could only imagine the meat that guy was packing under all those snow clothes. But when Mark had said “huge piece of man meat,” he wasn’t just talking about his body…

It started out like the beginning of an orgasm. All the muscles around the base of his dick tense, all the blood went from his muscles down towards his crotch, sending fresh shivers throughout the rest of his body.

His head jerked. His mouth dropped. And Blake—or rather Gus—let out one final moan before firing his load off into his underwear. As he did, his dick grew by a full four inches, almost bursting the seams of the wet boxers as his tiny twink cock transformed into a true Olympic penis.

It was a full minute before Gus’ eyesight returned. The intensity of the orgasm was such that he could barely see anything. When he finally did, the first thing he saw was Mark, his gorgeous jock body hovering over him. He reached out a hand, helping Gus to his feet.

“Here,” he said, handing him a bottle of water, “you need to replenish.”

Gus took a big sip, and handed the bottle back to Mark. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his sweaty, bulging muscles sending a fresh rush of lust through his newly transformed body. He couldn’t stop looking at himself, admiring his olympian form, his handsome scruff, his irresistible smile.

“Fuck man… I’m hot as hell!”

“You must be,” Mark said, “neither John or me ever came like that when we transformed. As a matter of fact… we never came at all.”

“Well,” Gus said, “I guess it must have been how you said it.” He leaned in to give his new friend a kiss…

…But he pulled back. “Um… sorry.” Mark gave a nervous laugh. “I’m straight, actually. I’ve got a girlfriend. Well, I had a girlfriend a year ago. God knows where she is now.”

“I’m sorry.” Gus said, visibly disappointed.

Mark gave a weary smile, “I just don’t feel that way about guys, you know?”

A light went off in Gus’ head. “Do you want to?”

“Sorry?”

“Be gay. Or bi. I mean… wouldn’t it be nice to broaden your horizons?”

“I mean sure but, I can’t just choose to be gay.” At the same time, they both looked down at the truth serum, then back up at each other.

“You’re not suggesting—“

“—It would be totally up to you!” Gus said, defensive. “I know you were forced to change in the past. I don’t want to force you to do anything now.”

Mark looked into Gus’—or Blake’s—eyes. He saw a man who he admired, even if he wasn’t attracted to him per-sea. But deep down, he knew that he wanted to be.

“Sure,” he smiled, handing Gus back the bottle, “why not?”

No one in the gym ever used the sauna. It was relatively tiny, tucked away in the back of the locker rooms, and the temperature controls never really worked. However, this made it the perfect spot for a late night hookup, which was exactly what Gus anticipated would happen.

He closed the door behind Mark. He paced around in eager anticipation. “Did you drink it?”

Gus nodded as he held up the bottle. “There’s enough for one more sip after this,” he said with an air of gloom. After a moment of silence, Gus smiled cleared his throat. “Well, by order of the truth serum, I hereby declare you, Mark, bisexual.”

Silence. Mark looked around the room, then down at himself. “Did it work?”

“I don’t know,” Gus said, “that’s a question only you can answer.”

But Mark didn’t feel any different. He always thought changing his sexuality would come with fireworks, images of big wet dicks flooding his mind, but none of that was the case. Instead, he found himself taking notice of different things. About Gus. The way his muscles got all sweaty and glistening in the heat of the sauna, the way his pecs heaved up and down as he breathed in the hot air, the way his trail of hair pointed down from his six pack abs to his…

“Oh—“ Mark stumbled back onto the bench. His dick was hard as steel, fighting to get out of his underwear. He looked up at Gus, almost as if for approval. He smiled, nodded, and Mark got to removing his briefs.

It was the first time Gus got to see the dick he had created. It flopped out of the black fabric, a tiny bit of pre cum flicking out onto Mark’s sweaty chest, and waved in the air, unbalanced by its own weight. And as he watched Mark start to play around with it, he felt his hand instinctively move down towards his crotch, where his own dick was starting to awaken.

“Fuuuuuck man,” Mark said as he continued to beat off. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure while Gus removed his underwear and got on his knees. He didn’t notice the olympic athlete’s mouth above his cock until he felt something hot and wet swallow all 8 inches of his salty stick.

He opened his eyes. Gus Kenworthy was on all fours, chocking on his dick like a pro. Mark gasped. The image alone was enough to send him over the edge, but with the intuition of someone who’d been doing this a long time, Gus took the cock out of his mouth and stroked it, slowly.

“I got you pretty close, didn’t I?” Gus said, a little bit of cum dripping from his smiling mouth.

Mark could only nod. “I… I didn’t know liking guys could be this much fun.”

“Oh and it only get better,” Gus said. He grabbed Mark’s ass and flipped him over. Mark gasped. The strength with with Gus was able to maneuver him around was so hot, that he found himself flashing his hole even before Gus reared up behind him.

The heat was so intense, both from the sauna and from inside of him, that he found himself saying and doing things that he never thought. “Fuck me,” Mark whispered, shoving his ass up against Gus, and twitching as he felt the weight of his meat slap on his exposed hole.

But Gus wanted him to enjoy this. Instead of shoving it right in, he grinded his cock up against Mark’s crack, feeling the warmth in-between his cheeks, and letting his sweat and pre cum lube up his continually flashing hole.

This drove Mark nuts. Within moments, he was moaning, loudly, begging for Gus’ cock. So much so, that Gus was scared someone would walk in at that very second. He leaned down and whispered to Mark, “you ready for this dick?”

“Yes… yes…” Mark said in-between groans. Gus smiled, leaned back, and slid himself inside.

Mark screamed. He was tight as hell, which was to be expected. He’d never had anything up his ass before, but when the sharp feeling of pain had passed, a euphoria unlike anything he had ever experience swept over his body. Gus’ dick was so long, it went straight for his prostate. With every thrust, Mark felt himself grow hotter and hotter, the sweat coming off his his muscles in sheets.

“FUCK!” He was cumming. Already. They had been fucking for less than as minute when Mark’s cock started to spew seed all over the bench bellow. It just kept coming, the cum, and the sheer image of Mark creaming over his dick was more than enough to send Gus over the edge as well.

“Fuck I’m… I’m… UGGGGHHHHH!” Gus thrust forward, freezing as his body tensed and shot yet another load, this time straight down Mark’s formally straight hole. Mark could feel Gus tense and writhe behind him, his body slammed up against his ass and hamstrings, sending more warmth throughout his ever scorching body.

The orgasms lasted longer than the actual fucking, but once both boys were done, they flopped down on the bench, panting hard.

“Better than straight sex?” Gus asked.

Mark laughed. “I’ll tell you next time I see my girlfriend,” he said, and patted Gus on the leg. “Thank you,” he looked into his eyes, “for everything.”

Gus smiled, nodding to the door. “Want to watch me turn Stan into something crazy?”

“Oh yes.”

Frank checked his watch for the third time in an hour. The hands on the little metal face seemed to be crawling towards the “12:00,” and he knew when they did, he would finally be able to close the gym. Normally, most of the people left by 8:00, and he would get to close early, go out drinking with his friends, and relax at home with some Netflix. But tonight was different. Tonight, he had to stay ‘till the very last second because, remarkably, the gym wasn’t empty. Remarkably, Stan—or the aging bodybuilder who referred to himself as “Stan”—and Alex were still there, pounding out reps at the benches, feeling each other’s hot, sweaty muscles and exchanging long, impassioned kisses in between sets.

“Can we go home now?” Alex whimpered like a little girl. When he heard this, Frank sat up in his seat. Was this finally it?

“Just a few more sets,” Stan said patting his boyfriend, each one landing on Alex’s thick chest with a loud *thud. “I wanted that ass pumped and plump by the time we get to bed.” He slapped Alex’s butt. Frank rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and preparing for another half hour of gay smooching.

And that’s when he heard a voice come from the locker rooms. “HEY!” someone called. Frank looked up to see two new guys standing out overlooking the mat, eyes glued on Stan with righteous fury. Frank didn’t recognize either of them, and all he could think as they walked forward was: how the hell did they get in here?

Stan threw up his arms. “You boys wanna join the party?” he said with a jolly smile. But Blake—or Gus rather—was not smiling.

“Oh come on Stan,” Gus said, “don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own freshman year lab partner.”

Stan’s brain worked like molasses as he put all the pieces together. First Blake, then Gus, and now… the truth serum. He frantically patted around his pockets for the small green bottle, but then he realized he didn’t have any pockets; he was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of briefs.

“Looking for this?” the guy next to Blake said, holding up the small bottle. Stan lunged forward and grabbed it out of his hand. He uncorked the top and put it to his lips. Nothing. He shook the bottle. It was empty.

“Look’s like your luck has run out Stan,” Gus said, “I took the last sip.”

Stan reached over and grabbed Alex’s wrist. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Right now.” But Alex was transfixed on Gus’ body, lust burning at the corners of his gaze. “ALEX!”

“Alex,” Gus said, “don’t listen to that cranky old man. He’s not your boyfriend. I AM.”

In an instant, Alex pulled out of Stan’s vice grip and huddled behind Gus, feeling up his toned muscles and staring at Stan in fear and confusion. Suddenly, he was alone.

Stan dropped to his knees. “Please,” he pleaded with Gus, “just turn me back to normal. Please, I’ll be ugly again, I’m so sorry. Just make me normal.”

“I you will be normal,” Gus said, “in a few days, all of this will be just a strange bad dream. But until then, I think you’ve got to spend some time thinking about what you’ve done. And since you were so obsessed with getting into Alex’s pants, that’s where you’re going to spend it.”

Stan gasped. The air sucked right out of his lungs. He looked down to his chest to see that he was getting thinner. Flatter. He looked back up at Gus, a silent plea to reverse the transformation, but it was too late. He was shrinking down his face hollowing out and becoming white and silky.

His arms turned back and elastic, his legs sucking back up into his chest to form two large holes, and his back ballooning out into the shape of an ass, only to grow hollow and airy, just like the rest of him. By the time Alex removed his clothes and walked over to Stan, he was nothing but a pair of briefs, which Alex took and slid up his muscular legs.

Though he couldn’t express it verbally, Stan felt an inward feeling of euphoria as Alex’s cock filled up his face, as his pumped up ass pressed against his fabric. Though he knew it was only temporary, he also wouldn’t have minded becoming the hot personal trainer’s underwear. Permanently.

“How do I look?” Alex said, flexing and showing off to Gus, “I’ll let you do whatever you want with his body when we get home.”

Even as Gus imagined how amazing that would be, he knew exactly what he had to do. “Thanks Alex,” he said with a weary smile, “but I can’t. You’re going to go home. You’re going to go to bed, and you’re going to forget this day ever happened. I’ll see you for our training session next week.”

And with that, Alex put his clothes back on, and left.

Mark turned to Gus, mouth agape. “You just let him go?”

Gus picked up the empty bottle from the ground, fiddling with it in his hand. “I can’t have this much power,” he finally said, “nobody can. It’s not fair. It’s fun while it lasts, but you know better than anyone how dangerous it can be.”

Mark shuttered as he remembered all those months plastered onto John’s big sweaty body. “I suspect I’d enjoy it now that I like guys,” Mark said with a laugh, “but I get what you mean.”

They shared a moment of silence. After a minute or two, Gus said, “Alex is going to be pretty surprised when Stan randomly pops out of his drawers in a few days.”

“Yeah,” Mark laughed, “that’ll be something.”

“EXCUSE ME??” Frank called from behind the counter, “DO YOU SEE THAT CLOCK? 12:15. TIME. TO. LEAVE.”

As the two men made their way to the door, Mark turned to Gus and asked: “what are you going to do now?”

“Well, with a body this nice, I suspect anything I want. It shouldn’t be hard finding a real boyfriend at this rate.”

“Well maybe…” Mark stepped closer to him, “maybe you don’t have to.”

Gus looked confused. Then, he realized. “Don’t you have to find your girlfriend?”

Mark shrugged. “She’s probably found some other guy anyway. I know I have.” He smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. It was so passionate, so hot, that Gus could feel his dick sprinting up in his shorts. “Wow,” Mark said, feeling the Olympian’s dick through his pants, “someone’s excited.”

Gus winked. He took Mark’s hand, and they walked off together into the night.

“HELLO?” Frank called, “Anyone here?”

Mercifully, the locker room was empty. Finally, he thought, I can go home.

But just as he was walking out past the showers, he tripped on something. “Jesus!” he yelped, “what the fuck?” He looked down.

“These gay guys, I swear…” he reached town tenderly and picked up the long silicone dildo with two fingers. It wobbled seductively in his pinched grip.

Frank double checked to make sure the room was empty. When he was sure, he slipped it into his bag and rushed out of the room. No one needs to know, he thought. 

Besides, it’s not like I’m going to actually use it… right?

THE END

Simon Says

“Alright, now I want to look like Preston North.” I said aloud to myself as I looked into the mirror at my reflection.

I watched as my face slowly morphed until it took on the appearance of the hottest guy at my school, Preston. I then watched as my curly black hair transformed to a short brown and a backwards cap completed the look. Cobblestone abs replaced my slightly chubby belly and my new impersonation was completed when my nerdy clothes changed to gym shorts and a tank top.

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