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The handyman I called turned out to be super hawt...but I total MAGA douche! He sneered at my Progress flag as he walked in and got to work, glancing at me with a look of smug disdain like he was certain of something. I tried to leave him be and just ignore him while he worked but kept sneaking looks at his large arms and broad shoulders, that stupid hat almost made him hotter.

"Are you gonna keep gawking, fag?" He said without looking back

"Huh... wha-what did you call me" I said trying to sound not intimidated

He looks at me, adjusting his maga hat and lowers his voice to rumbly bass that makes my knees weak. "I said are ya just gonna keep looking, you pathetic beta fag! Do you gotta problem with me wearing this? Or can you fags just not resist perving on real men?"

"No- I mean- I... Um.." I couldn't help it as my face flushed with embarrassment and arousal

"Just like I thought, ya ain't the first bitch to go into heat at the site of me. I'll give ya a deal, you pay me double, go buy me some beers and after I'm done I'll let you lick my boots clean. Maybe more if you obey good enough heh, what do ya say fag?"

His name was Roberto, and he normally never dare walk around with barely anything on in public. He gripped the top of his open car door, breathing deeply as he felt whatever had suddenly attacked him making its way through his body. He had just been driving back home from a long shift at the research lab and had decided to stop by for some takeout at a strip mall. As he had gotten out of the car, some kind of… substance suddenly leapt at him from under his car and suddenly slid into his mouth. Roberto struggled to grab at his attacker, but he couldn’t get a firm grip on the slimy invader before it slithered through his fingers and fully slid down his throat.

“Haargh… ack…! The fuck…?!” Roberto cried out, clutching his stomach as the uncomfortable sensation of something moving and slithering through his body. Along that came an unbearable heat, like he had been out in the sun for hours. “Haaah… oh god!” Unable to control himself or even think straight, Robert stripped down to just his underwear. His sweaty body was out in the open air in the near-abandoned parking lot, but he didn’t care about that anymore. All he wanted to feel was the night’s cool air refreshing his burning flesh. Still, it didn’t stop. Roberto gripped the top of his car door as his body started convulsing.

Eventually, Roberto’s body seized one last time before releasing the death grip he had on the door. Slowly, he opened his eyes and glanced down at himself, curiously touching and massaging his own chest as though it was the first time he had ever seen it. “Sorry ‘bout that, bro. Needed some kinda host to not just melt away. Those nasty fucks at Hearth Labs need to pay.”

Angelo was a man thrown out of his own home by his conservative parents. He spent the last couple of months couch-surfing at various friends’ houses he found out about Hearth Labs needing subjects for a certain confidential experiment. One lab accident later, and Angelo was nothing more than a pile of slime helplessly crawling through the halls of the lab. Having dodged various technicians and security guards, he took shelter under a car and the rest was history.

Angelo clenched and opened his new hands and nodded to himself. Just the simple feeling of the strength of his new body perked him right up. Having grown up scrawny his whole life, suddenly being in possession of such strong muscles was a thrilling experience. He ran his hands up his firm torso and flex his arms with a lustful smirk. “Maybe this isn’t too bad.” Angelo still wanted revenge, but that was no reason why he couldn’t have some fun. Digging into Roberto’s wallet, he drove back to his apartment for deeper exploration.

Tim was a small guy who wanted to feel big and strong. He had a huge crush on his best friend's father, who was a hairy muscle man with a thick and sexy black mustache. He started studying magic through old books hidden at his grandfather's library and learned how to turn into a ghost.

One day, Tim transformed into a ghostly mist and floated into the man's home. His best friend's father was taking a warm shower, with his perfect hairy and strong body exposed. He waited until the man opened his mouth and pushed his whole ghostly self inside. The man tried to scream (unsuccessfully) as his body bulged and his muscles tensed, while Tim took control.

Tim stood in front of the mirror and used his new deep voice to moan with joy. He admired his thick mustache and the way his body hair covered his hard pecs and abs. It felt amazing to be inside a body this perfect.