Aex’s Tf Blog

I knew I'd struck gold when I met my boyfriend Aaron.

I had a habit of falling for straight acting masculine guys. Those deeply closeted "bros" who think hitting the gym somehow makes them less queer.

Aaron was very far removed from my usual type. He wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't aggressively macho or constantly posturing either. He was always quick with a smile, a hug, a kiss... and I loved it.

But after a while, I realized there was still one thing I was missing.

See, the reason I kept ending up with those big buff jerks is because... I just love muscular guys.

At one point, I'd been at my wit's end trying to get an ex to stop treating me like shit all the time, and I'd downloaded this whole bunch of hypnotism stuff. I made him a few files with some simple suggestions... problem was, he thought it was "too gay" to listen to something like that.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but on a whim, I made some files for Aaron too. I made sure to keep his personality intact - because, after all, I love him - but I threw in some suggestions to eat healthy, start going to the gym, and focus on prioritising fitness.

A couple of months in, and my sweet boy had packed on 20 odd pounds of muscle. He'd started picking me up, and on one very memorable occasion he actually pinned me to the bed before showering me with kisses.

I was planning to stop there. Even that little change made him my perfect guy. But then Aaron said something that changed my mind.

Aaron told me it made him feel closer to me, having my voice in his ear while he was at the gym, that he felt so safe drifting off listening to me.

I knew I should probably come clean and tell him that I'd been using them to hypnotise him, but... well, first of all, it sounds ridiculous, and second... I was scared of how he'd react.

So instead of doing the right thing and telling him the truth, I made him a new set of files. I really liked how he'd started being more confident, so I gave him some boosters for that. I also made him focus more on lifting and on bulking up, telling him he enjoyed getting bigger for me, that he loved feeling like my big buff protector.

And look, maybe I overdid it. Aaron took to the new instructions like a fish to water, and within a couple months he'd already outgrown his wardrobe. Again.

But I couldn't stop. I was enamoured with this enormous guy he'd grown into, so sweet and gentle with me and so imposing and burly otherwise.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point, and I told him the truth. But... look, I couldn't risk him getting scared and ending things, okay? So just in case, I put in a small suggestion in the files, telling him that maybe he liked being hypnotised, and maybe he got aroused by the thought of me moulding his body.

So when my sweet Aaron told me he'd scored some back alley supplements from a guy at the gym, gave me his best puppy dog eyes - despite the hulking bod and scruffy beard - and asked me to make him a new set of files and help him get HUGE... I couldn't say no.

We've just celebrated our anniversary, and the mountain of muscle that throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and lumbers around from how wide his thighs have gotten is nothing like the cute boy I fell for. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's one of those closeted guys who pump themselves up with mass since they're scared of looking queer.

Except underneath all the excess bulk, body hair, and testosterone, it's still Aaron underneath it all. Just as lovely and as sweet as he was back when he was nearly 200 pounds lighter.

Being a young gay guy is tough. It’s hard to find people that understand you. I am just trying to be myself but sometimes you just end up getting so much hate, and some people seem really threatening and angry about my appearance or lifestyle choices - so girly, so feminine, not a real man, they say…. Man, sometimes when I head off to sleep, I wish I could just fit in and not have to be scared to be myself.

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The Next Day

Fuck, Be careful what you wish for. Yesterday I felt like people didn’t understand me? Today is even worse. I woke up looking like this! I almost died of fright when I saw myself in the mirror. I can barely fit through doorways anymore. I tried to speak with my neighbour, and she threatened to call the police!

I tried to go for some job interviews at some cute little boutique shops, but it was no use. Everyone seemed pretty scared of me and didn’t want to talk to me. But they couldn’t really give me a good reason why I couldn’t get the job. They just gave random excuses like “We don’t think you’re the right fit for our shop”. I am feeling more misunderstood than ever. Even when trying to ask for directions, people almost ran away from me. Today I am feeling so frustrated with myself and so alone. But that only makes it worse  - I mean look at me now! The more I get frustrated, the worse I make it for myself. I only have to cross my arms, and my chest puffs out and I look like I am about to kill someone. Which then makes me more frustrated that people think I am so aggressive! And that stupid dog tattoo on my neck doesn’t help. I just don’t know how I can get out of this vicious cycle.

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2 Weeks Later

Alright, so I think I am starting to get used to this whole new body thing. It’s still the same old little twink inside, but I think I am slowly getting used to my new way of life. It’s pretty fucking sweet that people respect me now. Everyone gets out of my way these days, and no one dares come up to me to ask for charity donations or any of that bullshit. Love the feeling of respect that people give me now, I walk around with my head held high as I look down on the world. Oh, and I am a hit on Grindr! So many little pussy bois want a piece of this these days - such hypocrites - they used to be so bitchy to me and say they are looking for love and not hookups, but can’t say no to some alpha dick. But I only put on this tough guy act for them, but I’m still the same person inside, obviously. But yeah, they just can’t get enough of my fat dick. So weird now to think I was tiny like them. So helpless, so effeminate, not like the man I am now.

I managed to get a job working at a bodybuilding supplement store. I used to know shit about supplements, but people will buy whatever I recommend - I love it when guys look at me in awe. And I get a free gym membership. Fuck man, I am so fucking strong now, gives me such a hard-on lifting such heavy weights with the guys. Yeah, I met some guys who I hang out with now at the gym. I was a bit shy at first, but they are helping me to come out of my shell - we go drink tonnes of beer and get loud and rowdy, and of course no one dares tell us to be quiet. So liberating. (I used to hate alcohol, but this body can handle it). They’re kinda confused how I got so big without knowing about lifting, but they are just assuming that I am some big dumb meathead, I guess. Also thinking of getting some more tattoos too, they really fit with my alpha style now. But yeah, I am still the same guy on the inside.

“Hey, I’m inside him. Made my way when he’s too busy checkin’ his body out,” texted Brian from Leo’s body

“Sweet! Now please, erase the memory where I sniff his reeked gym clothes while jacking off and you can get out from his body,” replied Charlie

“Damn dude, you got some huge spill, made my clothes dirty with it too, you cum fag,” texted Brian again while smirking, now getting more comfortable in Leo’s body as Leo’s memories flooded in

“Seriously, Bri? You know I hate that call. I’m straight, dude, but Leo’s musk is just too intense and Sasha blown off the sex that night and he walked in with that glory, how can I resist? I bet you must be dying to sniff his pit at this moment, right?” 

“Well, you better check yourself out dude. You will not shot that intense if you’re straight. And no, I’m not into my own pit. Kay, so I’ve erased that memory, I’m done right? And you better pay me tonight,” replied Brian, making his way out of Leo’s body as soon as he finished his job

“Oh, thank you bro. You’re the best. Just come in and I’ll give you the money. See you later!” 

Brian sees Leo still a little bit woozy from the possession, trying to regain his control and consciousness over his body that has been stolen a moment ago. Then, Brian checked his body, a pale white Caucasian skin with a slight beer belly that already replaced the quiet defined abs back in college time and then he checked Leo’s fit Latino’s body,  so sexy and probably in the peak performance, even stronger than his body back in college. The tan skin added sexiness to his already sexy body and that face that look gorgeous anytime, make Brian envy more and more to his best friend roommate. That’s when he decided to jumped in again into Leo’s. Leo fights Brian, blocking his way in and saying

“What do you want from me, get out from my body!” said Leo as his muscle tensed and veins started to popped

“I want to be you, so shut up and just let me in, or it will hurt so bad for you,”

“Fuck no, unghhhhhh……help! Anybody, please….unghhhh fuck, stop! Don’t do this to me, anybody…….unghhhhhh help me!” said Leo, grunting between desperate shouts to get any help

“You stupid fucker, no one here now, they all still take forever in the gym. I think it’s a huge mistake to cut your gym time to fuck with that slut Carla,” said Brian, now already controlling Leo’s bottom half body, now trying to squeeze his ass and the rest into place

“How can you know about Carl…..ahhhhhhh…fuck….not my dick….ahhhhh damn, stop this please. I can’t stand it anymore,” begged Leo, now crying as he start to feel the numbness in his legs and dick that now are not under his control anymore

“So, just stop fighting. Yeah, good, that’s a good boy. Stop fighting if you can’t stand the pain, you’ll be release from this pain soon,” said Brian, resting his head in Leo’s and whispered it into his ear as he smoothly gain control over Leo’s ripped torso and muscular arms.

With one last push, Brian is taking over Leo’s body and mind and he directly smile to the mirror

“Hey, I’m Leo Gonzalez and I’m sexy as fuck,” said Brian now in full control over Leo’s body, grabbing his stiffened junk

He sniffed his sweaty pit and said

Poor nerdy Ari thought he'd just score the perfect body, the money, the status, the girls throwing themselves at Iqbal. What he didn't bargain for was the insane hormonal overload that comes with it. Iqbal's cock is basically a loaded weapon on a hair trigger—sensitive as fuck, mind constantly flooded with raw, animalistic horniness, and testosterone levels that would make a bull jealous.

Even after a full day of lectures, forcing himself to focus while his kontol kept twitching and leaking in his expensive pants... even after sneaking off to the bathroom multiple times to jack off furiously just to take the edge off... the second he slides into the driver's seat of his BMW, alone at last, the floodgates open again.

One hand on the wheel, the other already yanking down the zipper because he physically can't stop himself. The head is swollen, shiny with constant precum (peju) dripping in thick strings. Every stroke feels electric. His abs clench, veins popping on his forearms and neck, that pretty face twisting into pure desperate ecstasy—teeth gritted, eyes squinted shut, low guttural groans filling the car.

He tries to be quiet at first. Fails miserably.

A few minutes later it's full-on ngocok mode: fast, sloppy, shameless. Hips bucking up into his fist. The fancy leather seats creaking. His balls tightening as another massive load builds way too quickly. He knows he's gonna crott everywhere again—on the dashboard, the steering wheel, probably his own abs and thighs—but the horny brain doesn't care. It just needs release.

And when he finally explodes? It's a proper mess. Thick ropes shooting out, some hitting the windshield, some splattering the center console. He keeps stroking through it, milking every drop, body shuddering, that deep voice cracking into whimpers.

Then... thirty minutes later... the sensitivity kicks in again and he's already half-hard, leaking once more, cursing his naive decision to jump into this body while reaching for round whatever-the-fuck-this-is.

Fast forward to today, they've been a dynamic duo for the past few months livestreaming their daily gym routine and any other activity they could do together as they lived in the same kost-an building anyway. What they have not yet revealed is the fact that they have ditched each other's girlfriend to sleep with each other instead as two nerds who also lived in the same building as both Fadhil and Wicak decided to possess the two Engineering studs and started to soft-launch their bantering as the premise for their much more passionate lust over each other.

Today, Fadhil decided to playfully teased and prodded and even took a sniff of Wicak's pits live on cam, it's only a matter of time before they clandestinely posted their video on X railing each other's.......

Posing as your older brother when he's working in the office is one thing, but creating a Tiktok account and entirely creating a persona of your brother online that is completely far different from his real personality and monetize it for your own benefit......that's an entirely different league of impersonation. The comments simply don't help your obsession to constantly maintain his look, you're starting to think what if you just get rid of him entirely and assume his identity for good.....

This is my personal trainer and his name is Nut, and he originates from Thailand and works in America. He has been my personal trainer for two months after I went to the gym and he offered me his services.

I have always had a crush on him and couldn't focus properly every time I workout with him. I always wish that I could be together with him or at least be like him, since I'm just ordinary and not like him.

One day, I had just finished a two hour workout with him and was having a chat with him when I suddenly felt dizzy and fell onto the floor.

He immediately stood up and tried to wake me up.

"Tyler, hey, wake up! Oh, no." He tried to revive me but instead I found myself floating out of my own body.

When I looked down, I found myself transparent and floating. I found myself suddenly getting sucked in through Nut's mouth and everything went black.

The next thing I know, I slowly woke up and asked, "Nut, hey, where are you?" But then, something's wrong.

I felt myself be heavier than before and my voice matches exactly like Nut's. When I looked down, I saw that I was wearing Nut's clothes.

"Damn, I am now Nut..."

I then touched Nut's or now MY nipples and opened my clothes, checking out my new self in front of the mirror.

"Goddamnn, why do you always hide your hot abs in all your gym clothes? You need to flaunt it more, and with me now in you, you can flaunt it hehe."

I then realised where I was when I saw people staring and ran to the bathroom.

There, I explored my new body, from all the new muscles I now have to jerking off in the showers, not giving a care in the world if someone heard my moans.

Once done, I went outside where I was greeted by a man and he kissed me.

"Oh come on, Dan. I know you've wanted him for so long, and I can tell just by your reaction." Adrian said, looking at me while grabbing his throbbing cock.

"Oh, you know all my fantasies about my brother, babe," I said to him, licking his nipples as he grabbed my hair.

Three Days Earlier...

I had found a ritual in a forbidden tome to summon an incubus, and decided to try it out in my bedroom.

After lighting a few black candles in a pentagram and reciting the incantation, the incubus appeared.

He then spoke in a deep voice, "Hello mortal, is it you that had summoned me?"

"Yes, and I want you to stay with me, I've been feeling lonely and I have been looking to experience pleasure," I answered him.

"Well then, I will fulfill your request, but I require a fitting vessel if I were to stay here," the incubus demanded, and I know just the person to be his vessel.

As if on cue, my brother, Walter, walks in from work.

"Hey, Sam, what are you doi--? What the, what the FUCK are you?!" Walter screams, seeing the demon standing on the pentagram.

I immediately nodded in Walter's direction, directing the incubus to possess him. Before Walter could run, the incubus teleported and stood in front of him.

He then put his hand on Walter's head, causing him to convulse violently as he feels his memories fade away, making him forget everything and also make him submissive to the demon.

He then tore open Walter's clothes and proceeded to open his mouth and turned himself into mist form, entering Walter's body through every hole in his body, from his ass, his ears, and his mouth.

Watching the whole scene play out has aroused my desires and I started to touch myself watching my brother be possessed as he started convulsing due to the invasion.

A few minutes later, he went still and suddenly stood up, walking over to me and kissed me hard.

"Hello, mortal... like the new body? Hehehe..."

Seeing him all naked had given me an instant hard on and the incubus seemed to notice, so he pulled me to the sofa and raised both of his arms.

"Why don't you go ahead and give your brother a good sucking?"

What followed was a night of fucking and being dominated by my brother as he tied me up to my bedpost and he fucked me for four hours straight into the morning.

In the present....

Ever since that night, the demon, now inside Walter, and I had become boyfriends and being unemployed has given me all the free time in the world to get fucked by him.

One time I asked him if the real Walter is still in there, and he said that once he took over, he had taken over Walter's soul, so he is far gone.

While I'm sad that I may have killed my brother, at least I have someone in my life, even though he is a demon

Bryan was just driving home sad from a bad breakup when he caught the attention of an incubus named Matias.

When Matias saw Bryan, he immediately said, "Hmm, he has the perfect body and looks.... looks like he's the perfect vessel hehehe..."

Then he secretly followed, invisible to Bryan, until he reached home.

Once he reached home, he immediately went to his bedroom, took off his clothes and was gonna go cry his eyes out on his couch when he felt a sudden chill course through him.

The moment he looked up, Matias immediately got him in a chokehold.

"You're now MINE!" Matius said to Bryan before doing a spell to cast Bryan's soul out of his body.

When the spell started to take hold, Bryan could feel his soul beginning to travel up his throat and when it exited his mouth, his physical body fell onto the bed.

Then Matias took the soul stone in his hand and looked at it before crushing it in his hand, erasing the real Bryan out of existence.

"Now... where were we?"

Matias put his hands in Bryan's mouth and went inside his body, stretching his mouth wide like a costume as he popped his head inside.

Bryan's body continued to crack from all the stretching it needed to accomodate Matias' full takeover with no resistance from its previous owner.

Eventually, the possession was complete and Matius Brian grinned wickedly and pulled off his pants to see what he's working with.

When he saw his new growing bulge, he gave it a hard slap, and immediately cums due to the tension.

Randy was quietly at home when suddenly he heard a knock at his door, without having the slightest idea of who it could be he got up to find out.

-Hello?" he said as he opened the door, but to his surprise there was nobody there. He felt a strange sensation and just before closing the door he looked at the floor and saw a package.

- “What could this be?”, but just as he picked it up he began to feel a strange sensation, something whispering to him to take that package inside his house, to which under that effect he took it inside.

He sat down on the sofa and opened it, there were three pictures of three people with majestic bodies.

Each one of them made him feel a strange but comforting sensation, but the one he felt that connection with the most was the brown-skinned man, who in a way he felt that he had a connection and similarity with him, checking the back he realized that the guy was a certain Brandon.

Without thinking he hung them on the walls, something was whispering to him what to do and he obediently followed those orders.

After that strange moment he continued with his daily routine, who was just going straight to the gym when the package happened, so he took his things and left, it seemed that nothing strange would happen after that, only that Brandon's painting began to produce a certain smell along with a not so visible haze.

Hours later Randy came back from the gym, he was tired of a productive day and he thought about spending a quiet night at home, but without knowing that his plans would change.

He entered his house and when he closed the door his nose perceived the smell that the painting had produced, Randy at the moment of realizing it began to feel dizzy but at the same time warm because it was not an ugly smell, rather something that gave him pleasure.

* “Come to me” whispered a voice directing him to Brandon's painting, each time he got closer he felt hornier, he was blinded by the sensation.

Already in front of the painting, he observed Brandon's majestic body, he longed for it so much and suddenly from the painting began to come out a green mist which was shooting straight to Randy's mouth and nose, he somehow realized what was happening, he wanted to fight, but the trance was too powerful, it had him dominated and forced him to accept all that greenish mist around him, after seeing that fighting was useless he accepted his destiny and began to feel hot when he felt it passing through his throat, filling his body.

As Randy accepted Brandon inside him, all the mist that the painting had produced moments before he would enter his house began to hover over his head and into his ears, the moment was so chaotic but at the same time so hot that Randy could never forget it, or maybe he could?

The last of the greenish mist had entered Randy's mouth to which he closed it along with his eyes, a silence filled the house as he stood still and quiet, suddenly he popped his neck and opened his eyes.

*Burrrrp!* as a bit of greenish mist came out of his mouth.

Randy didn't remember what had happened and was confused, he turned his gaze to the painting and saw that it was now empty and it was the moment where he would no longer be in control.

His body began to mold into a new one, his pecs were starting to grow, along with his biceps, thighs, legs and buttocks, abs were contorting giving way to new, defined abs.

The body began to grow helping her new changes look good as a whole.

Randy was already on the floor, he felt hot, confused without knowing what would happen to him and suddenly his face began to change, he was molding into a new one, but his changes were perfect because Brandon's face began to Manfertarse, he always knew that Randy would be the perfect victim for having those certain resemblances with him, he knew he was the chosen one and he was right because his facial features matched perfectly.

On the floor was no longer Randy, now it was Brandon in control of a new body, many years ago he had been trapped in those paintings with his 2 friends, he spent a long time locked up there and with the help of a person he had the opportunity to get to Randy's house and carry out his plan.

~ "Oh how good it feels to be in a physical body again *burrrrrrrrp*,

Don't worry my friends, very soon I will find the perfect victims for you, you will just have to wait for me to take my time to get used to this new body". He said as he flexed his pecs.

~ " and you Randy, my friend, you don't know what an honor this must be for you, you are now part of one of the greats hehehe, inside me you will always be horny and comfortable always and just the same you may be very useful to me very soon, but I will let you feel the glory for a long time, just let me add a little more facial hair while I flex some more".