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Chase had just arrived home from the club when suddenly, he got ambushed by his two roommates, Jake and Melvin. Jake restrained him while Melvin put a napkin soaked in chloroform on Chase's mouth, knocking him out.

When he came to, he was tied to a chair with his shirt open and Jake and Melvin was standing in front of him.

"W-what the-? Why the fuck am I tied up?! What's going on?!"

Jake approached him and says, "Well, Chase, if you want to know, our master wants to take over the world and we've been taking notes on you and decided that you're the perfect host for him, especially since your great-grandfather was the one who sent him back to Hell 100 years ago."

"W-what?! What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"Well, as you can see, we're not the real Jake and Melvin, Chase. We took them over the week they moved into your apartment. The real Jake and Melvin were gone the moment we took over after we swallowed their souls."

Then, both Jake and Melvin kissed hard as they continued, "Ever since, we have done a spell so that you would be more... accepting of our Master. Don't you wonder why you keep getting headaches for the past two weeks since we moved in?"

Chase tried to break free but Melvin turned towards him and used his powers to make the ropes tighter, and Jake and Melvin got a hard-on when they see that Chase was getting a huge boner from the tight ropes.

"Mmm, it looks like you're enjoying the ropes Chase..." Jake pulled on the ropes. "Too bad you're gonna be long gone once Master takes over."

Then he makes Chase open his mouth and has him drink a lethal dose of crushed sleeping pills inside his protein shake, causing Chase to have a heart attack and die.

Once Chase went limp on the chair, Jake drew a pentagram on Chase's chest and did the ritual of summoning his Master.

The demon immediately appeared in front of them and upon laying eyes on Chase, he laughed in satisfaction of the body they found. "Hahaha, thank you slaves, he looks suitable to be my vessel."

"Just for you, master," Jake and Melvin answered in unison.

Then the Master approaches Chase's dead body and puts his hand on the drawn pentagram. The moment the Master touches it, his hand phases through Chase's chest and his body shakes violently.

As the demon took control, cracks can be heard as the demon filled up every muscle, bone and limb of his new body. He immediately feels all the pleasure of his new body as he finally reaches Chase's brain and takes it over.

Moments later, the Master wakes up to Jake and Melvin both jerking off to the scene that had played out before them.

Cracking his neck, the demon with Chase's voice, says, "Thank you slaves... this body is perfect and I found out that he's a descendant of the asshole who sent me back to Hell all those years ago."

"Yes, Master. We know that you have wanted to get revenge on his family line for centuries and finally this is your chance."

He then opened his mouth and threw up the soul stone of the real Chase and holds it in his hand. "Hmm, what should we do with you...?" He then got an idea.

"Why don't I show you your proper role hehehe." He then uses his powers to drain out all of Chase's memories and turned the stone from white to red, signifying that the soul has become corrupted by the Master.

"N0 no no no, PLEASE! AARGHH" The new Chase chuckles as the real Chase screamed from inside the stone from getting corrupted and having his memories sucked out.

Seconds later, the real Chase became obedient. "Thank you Master... I'm happy that you've shown me my true purpose, which is to be a vessel for you..."

As the Master approached his minions/slaves to kiss them, putting the stone down, suddenly their friend, Walter shows up in front of their apartment building.

"Hey guys, are you still down to hang?" Walter speaks through the intercom.

-Are you serious? right now? ok boy but that will be another month in your body you fucking pervert!- I couldn't help but smirk when I looked at him he looked like shit, his t-shirt was so soaked with sweat I could see those 2 saggy full tits of fat through his shirt, I still don't understand how he can come to the gym with me every day and not have lost weight.

Anyway, that's not my problem, As long as he's a fagot he keeps paying for all this I don't give a shit, At this rate I'm going to have his life completely in one or two years. Anyway, I don't think he'll mind seeing apartments as long as he lives in the building. Maybe at some point I'll let him move in with me to help me out as a maid.

I own an apartment building that my father left me, it's pretty cool because I don't have to work and I could stay home and play video games or watch TV, well… technically I'm not the owner now But I'm the only one who knows the keys to the bank, maybe next year i'll buy a sporty lamborghini or something, these biceps would look great in one of those.

Jake was a very rude tenant, every weekend he would party with his friends until 3 am, he would leave the garbage outside his apartment hoping that one of the other neighbors would take care of it as if they were his servants or his parents, when Jake he was a month or 2 behind on the rent but when he started completely ignoring me for not paying, I decided to give him one last warning "you're going to pay me one way or another"

And of course he ended up paying, I could have taken anything from his apartment but I decided to take the only thing that really mattered to him, I wouldn't give him a chance to escape from that debt. He should have read the entire lease when he moved out.

Wasting no more of my time I flexed my hot biceps in front of him to show off my hot sweaty pits that he had been waiting so long to worship and lick in front of all the gym patrons, he didn't seem to care that all the gym patrons were watching while like a bitch played with the hairs of my armpit with his tongue.

The feel of her wet tongue moving under my huge arms slightly tickled him even more than the first time I let him do it in the gym bathroom.

He and I had an agreement that I would give him back his body while he trained mine to pay off his debts, at first it was a couple of hours a day I would walk her to the gym so I could have a little fun showing off his muscles while he soaked my shirt in the treadmill, then he was late paying rent again so I took his body back so I could have fun in some hotel fucking some of the girls on his cell phone while he cleaned my apartment, and now I don't think I'm back my body in two weeks or so.

I pushed him away from me and he fell to the ground, he looked so fucked up and disgusting that I could hardly believe I was the one who looked like this some time ago, I tossed my iPhone at his flabby belly, a smile on my face. handsome and perfect face flex my huge arms again to show my armpits that are already completely clean.

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It was a friendly match between some professional players and some kids of a nearby orphanage. I was so happy to meet some of the stars of the Mexican national selection. They were joking around and let us steal the ball on several occasions. When time was up, most of my friends were disappointed that this day was finally over.  But I had other plans in my mind. One of the most beloved traditions in soccer is to switch shirts with your rival. This was a sign of fraternity and, also, this was my way to a better life. I quickly run towards the defender, Antonio Briseño, and I offered him my shirt. He just smiled as he pulled off his dirty jersey. I saw his abs, his muscles, and his face… all of that was soon going to be mine. I concentrate and feel as my soul left my body… as it slowly travelled and impregnated the fabric with all my essence. Antonio gave me his shirt. I smelled the strong odor of his sweet… the smell that would become my own. However, the moment that he took mine, I feel as darkness surrounded me. It took some seconds till I was able to see the light again. It was incredible… it worked… I was now inside this player. I would love to be Antonio, or Pollo as his friends called him. However, he is not part of the football elite… at least not yet. There are so many more popular and richer players. The good thing is that I know the perfect way to steal their bodies… my only question now is who is going to be next.

I wish I didn't have to take one physical education course as a prerequisite for my degree. I mean we all do but I especially hated it. For the class final we had to take part in a 5k and let's just say I missed it entirely. My professor let me make it up by helping out with the intramural volleyball tournament. That's where I saw him.

Mau was so stunning from afar. At least from what I could see as a line judge. I saw him in action diving for balls and serving stellar hits. His body was awe inspiring. It was athletic and curvy in all the right places. I mean I feel like everyone in the gym was salivating at those thighs.

I yearned for him but I wasn't sure he'd even notice a random twink like me. Sure I have height on my side but I was unremarkable beyond that. I lost myself staring at him in action that I wasn't even paying attention when he ran towards me trying to save a ball. That's when we collided.

I remember everyone checking on us to make sure we were okay but everything was hazy. The athletic trainers walked us to the training room to check on us before clearing us of having concussions we were escorted back to the dorms for our safety.

I woke up the next day and rolled off my bed before stumbling on things all over the floor....but wait I'm a neat freak. I don't leave crap all over the floor. Wait why is my vision so blurry? I have 20/20 vision. I scanned a nearby nightstand and found some glasses and put them on. Almost immediately screaming at the tanned skin tone my hands now possessed. I am beyond pale what's going on?

I saw a mirror nearby and gasped.

"What? Why is my reflection Mau?" I thought to myself. I've never had muscles like this before. Jesus these thighs are even crazier up close. I squeezed these thick trunks with both hands and moaned in response.

"Woah this is so sexyyyyyyy." I spoke in a foreign deep timbre. I was getting so horny just rubbing my new musculature I didn't realize my new meat getting harder in my underwear but also another new desire began arising. Muscle memory began possessing me like a demon and I felt a burning urge to begin fingering my hold. I was a strict top so this urge was like another language to me.

Slowly sliding in one finger, this body was an expert and immediately felt dissatisfied I didn't shove more in. I caved an slid the tips of 3 fingers in before going deeper, faster, and harder. The pain almost immediately subsided and shifted to pleasure. I wanted to be dicked down so badly but didn't know how.

I figure he had to have the answer somewhere. I searched the trashy room and piles of nonsense everywhere. That's when I found it. Of course a power bottom like this would have a toy like this. I found a thick fluorescent colored dildo and just spat on it before beginning to impale myself with it. This body's drive was insatiable and I had the energy to feed it. I kept bouncing on it suctioned to the wall, releasing primal moan after moan. That's when my new humble meat came. Despite not being the largest thing I've ever seen the wave after wave of cum was more than satisfying enough.

That's when I let the curiosity and hormones got the best of me and I quickly cleaned off before putting on a slutty outfit to work out in. Given the power bottom nature Mau clearly exuded, I aimed to put him to task with a leg day my old body could only dream of doing.

Jesus Christ these trunks can take plate after plate on the leg press machine. Flight after flight on the stairmaster. Like this would've killed a normal person, but Mau's body took it like a champ.

I think many people will empathize but I’m nothing special. Sure I work out and am sort of conventionally decent looking but queer people always struggle with internalized misogyny. So when it comes to dating, I’m not masc enough for most and not fem enough for others. My fluidity doesn’t open itself up to a flock of potential suitors on dating apps. I’ve become pretty resigned to the fact that I’ll be good enough for anyone, not in a pathetic way, more like a self aware one. So imagine my reaction when I matched with Izzy.

The biracial, 6’1” god was so conventionally attractive and my god his sense of humor was so good. For once in my life the man struck up the conversation with me first and we quickly decided to schedule a date. For weeks we went on the best dates, very innocent though get your mind out of the gutter (for now). Pho, bowling, museum tours, we did so much and one thing is for sure I was swooning. I’m a pretty serious person so this felt pretty exciting, like I finally found someone I could call my guy, the one, my partner.

But as all good things in my life go, there was a rug about to be pulled from under me. We had just been on a date the day before when I get a message from him on IG.

“Hey I really like hanging out but I think right now I need to focus on me. I think I’m a sex addict.”

My stomach dropped….what? We weren’t doing anything…was he seeing other people on the side and never said anything? I was so rattled. I didn’t know how to try to be supportive, but also ask the questions I wanted to know the answers to.

All I could muster up to type was a measly,

“I understand.”

Pathetic. I hated myself for not exploding at him. Especially after his follow up.

“I want to work on myself but we can still be friends.”

I was so gobsmacked by the demotion. From the best dates of my life to….friend. Oh my god what a freaking mess. I was so angry.

A few days went by and he texted me asking if I still wanted to hang out on our normal date night. My weak stupid idiot self said sure and we continued that way for a month. Then out of nowhere a conversation become slightly flirty and I lashed out.

“I thought you said you were an addict. Why are you being so flirty and forward now?”

“Well I mean I could be down to do some stuff with a good friend?”

My stomach fell again. Some stuff…like I’m a piece of meat. But as you may have realized by now I’m a little weak. I reluctantly agreed but didn’t know what to expect since we never did much when we dated.

That day is when I met a completely different Izzy than I knew up to that point. I arrived to his apartment instead of a date spot and he opened the door.

I tried to avoid a looney tunes-esque jaw drop to not stroke his ego after hurting me so much. While I had seem him shirtless on his profile, our dates were always clothed. Being welcomed by that big chest and sweats vulgarly draped over a thick salami I had never met, nearly sent my hormones into overdrive. He wasted no time acting charismatically nice to me before our TV watching became frisky. He pushed me over on his bed and held me down with all of his weight before coming in to whisper demands to me. I was gobsmacked but this was everything I wanted right? I silently obeyed and had the night of my life….that I could remember. But I’ll never forget that first moment he flipped me around and yanked off my pants. A gentle pressure became immense before I gasped. I thought I took all I could but he showed me I could take more and more. Inch after inch in length and girth entered and so did more gasps. At some point I thought I would pass out but then I locked in and only felt pleasure. This would continue for months.

I became used to our hang outs, I mean who wouldn’t? Easy on the eyes, he’d feed me, then breed me. It was the life but then one day after our fun he randomly interjected that a new client at work asked him out on a date and he said yes. They had already been on two dates and he told me he wanted to ask him to start dating. My world collapsed again. What do you mean you just that to me and you have secretly been dating someone else?!

We only hung out sporadically after that and never intimate again. Then he posted his new partner on his social media story….my world spiraled again.

Oh of course he’d be a heartthrob too….I spiraled down a rabbit hole after that. I found out his name was Henry. I loathed how they were stunning apart and together.

Sure he was stunning but there’s no way he made him laugh like I did, there’s no way he gave him all the pleasure that I did…..well that’s not true. He looked like he did I significantly better than I did. Okay okay but I am funnier.

It consumed every facet of my life until my algorithm served me exactly what would be the answer I sought. A permanent possession spell. All I had to do was order from some sketchy website and follow the ritual with the materials they sent. But one thing was clear….its a one way trip. I racked my brain with the decision as I sat in my sad studio apartment watching a box of ritual ingredients. Screw it, I brewed the tea-like concoction and waited until I felt anything. It tasted like nothing but boy did I FEEL it. It felt like I developed the largest splitting migraine in my life coupled with some sick nausea. I ran to the restroom to vomit and as I prepared to go everything went dark. I opened what I thought were my eyes groggily when I looked down to see myself…..I tried to feel a pulse but a force blocked me from touching myself. That was it. My whole life just upended over jealousy….

If this was forever, then I have to make it worth it. I hurried over to Izzy’s place and not a moment too soon. Henry had just arrived, talking to Izzy in the kitchen, well more like they were frisky while cooking some food. I watched as they sat next to each other at the table nearly inside each other as they attempted to eat. It made me sick. Izzy whispered all the things he wanted to do to Henry in the sensual way he used to in my ear. That’s for me not HIM! As my man sauntered his way up the stairs leaving Henry to clean up. I pounced.

If I could have choked him out I would, but instead my hand began the process. I tried to place my hand around his neck but instead his body magnetically pulled me in. He struggled as he tried to turn off the water and yell upstairs for help. But my lust for Izzy was too strong for Henry’s desire to pilot his own body. After a few minutes I gained control of my much shorter form. He may be shorter than me but his beautifully tanned body was stacked with hard muscle and god what a bubble butt I told myself as I grasped it with a firm squeeze. That’s when his consciousness reached its loudest pleading for me to stop.

Saved by the bell as Izzy silently swooped down to sweep me off my feet and up to his bed. The playbook was the same although I hated to admit there was something in these interactions that was missing when he filled me. Passion. I knew how to take him and all his girth in my body but Henry was a pro in ways I didn’t know you could be. He bent me and held my legs in ways you see in all those crazy videos. He told me to get on my knees and almost as if reflexive I was there.

This view was electric and thank god. It was the only way to get rid of Henry forever. Izzy’s massive chest sent me over the edge. Rope after rope of my new babies flowed out, not just clearing my mind of hormones but excavating the former operator of this body. Henry was juiced out and I was about to have some new juices put in.

My son Jasper was a good kid. He was a star soccer player in school and got a scholarship to play in college, so I only saw him on holidays. I missed him so much and looked forward to our quarterly reunions.

Well that was until his most recent visit. He was being so distant and when I finally inquired why he was acting differently, he finally admitted he actually dropped out to pursue being a personal trainer.

I was shocked. He's always been a model child and did all me and my husband expected of him. Maybe it was all our time away working? Maybe I should've been home more instead of being at the lab. It felt like a punch in the gut. I mean sure he knew what he was doing thanks to all his time training for soccer but that's not a way to build a life?

My husband and I did it right. We met in college and supported each other through our advanced degrees and worked our way up in an international pharmaceutical company. Personal training is just so...surface level. He's supposed to be better than us. That's what you want for your children. No no no this is no good. I'll have to set him on the right path.

I knew of a special program at work that was rooted in natural medicine and meditation with a mad science twist. I set up Jasper with the "Sports Nutrition" department at work but it was actually our new experiment. It looked like a TENS muscle stimulator on crack. Several wires shot out of a relatively large dark grey box with a screen and several sliders on one side. I sat connected on the other side of the wall connected with the pads all over the top of my head. All I had to do was wait for Jasper to get hooked up. We sold it to him as a scientific way to curb cravings for sweets and unhealthy things, like an ozempic shot for the brain. In reality, I was told that the machine would take positive attributes from one source and strengthen them in the weaker mind.

I saw the lights flicker and anticipated that he had already been hooked up to the machine. I just laid back and rested while focusing on the importance of getting a quality education. Eventually, I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again it was all so groggy. But I was sitting facing the opposite direction. I lifted my arms to wipe my eyes and gasped when I looked down. My boobs were gone and replaced with sizable mounds of muscle escaping a tiny white tank top. My arms and thick thighs now filled with tattoos....no?! This isn't supposed to be how it works

I told the lab techs who I am and that I was actually Meredith. They both looked at each other spooked but judiciously jotting down notes. After answering a few security questions, they agreed to believe that I was indeed not Jasper and it must be an unforseen side effect from the treatment.

That's when they explained the problem....When my body woke up, it also said it was Meredith. Could the experiment have basically overwritten the memory of my son with my own? I felt like I basically killed my own child. Grief swept over me. But then so did a bravado, a confidence, a giddiness? The two lab techs handed me a towel as they shyly avoided looking down at a tent forming in my shorts. Oh I guess the excitement led to a physical response.

In theory I get it as a scientist. I did in fact instill positive traits on my son. Granted, that also erased him seemingly. But also it's a chance at a new life full of new experiences. I'm a man now. And what a man indeed. I walked into the shower facility at the lab. I took off the outfit Jasper donned to the lab, if I was still a woman it'd be called skimpy and slutty. Tiny shorts with underwear built in and a virtually see through tank top. In two swift moves, I had taken everything off. I had seen my son naked as a child but this is different. He looked so much like his father....well I guess I looked so much like MY dad now. His genetics graced me well as I placed one hand on my pecs and another on my new dick. I squeezed both recoiling from the newfound pleasure. This was wrong right? Like I shouldn't be doing this....I felt disgusted with myself. No. This is for the betterment of Jasper's life. I'm going to let go of my past life....I'm Jasper now.

And what a life it will be. Years of playing sport and training, whew. I wasn't going to let him throw it away, I'll let it be a side job, maybe I'll own a business with a bunch of trainers under me but I won't be hustling like that. Not yet. I gotta learn the new me. I used my hands to trace the curves of each new tattoo, then moved on to each muscle. I poked and prodded before squeezing, then I remembered I had business to attend to. I took one hand and gently took hold of the warm fleshy rod under the steamy water pulsing down onto me. I pumped back and forth for a few minutes. Jasper was not sensitive at all...I shoved aside my reservations and gripped myself firmer and began jerking harder and faster. Eventually I introduced my other hand....oh he was girthy in the best way. I mean I am thick in the best ways. Harder and faster, it felt like I was floating outside of myself as my muscles took over almost like autopilot.

The steam radiated off my new musculature when it felt like I saw a flash of light. Shot after shot came out of my new rod. The lab walls had likely never seen a show like this but I was happy to christen them. The autopilot kinky thoughts continued to take over my new mind and body. I squatted down an licked the nearest wall as my cum dripped down. I knew Jasper was queer but I didn't know how he would respond to this kind of kink. I think he was a little freak because there was not one single butterfly in my stomach from this action. I quickly toweled off and headed to my apartment. I figured "Meredith" could find her way home.

The apartment smelled like a young male in college. A musk twirled around sweat and strong cologne. Foreign to me, but familiar to my new body. I couldn't control myself and ripped my clothes off...literally. My strength made it obscenely easy to tear them off in ways they weren't intended to. I wanted to try on all my new clothes. This body made everything look good.

My phone buzzed. It was one of "my" bros asking if I was coming down to the shoot. I played it off like I forgot and asked him to send me the "deets" again.

I threw on the nearest random shirt and bottoms and made my way to the warehouse address given. I guess "I" had agreed to help with the photoshoot to launch "our" new clothing line. A nearby table had Jasper's name on it and I quickly assumed the position taking off all my clothes and putting the skimpy clothing on. I channeled my new swagger as my bros began taking pics.

Guillermo had lived a great life. At 92, he live longer than virtually everyone he ever knew. Living to see generations of family meant also losing the others you spend your whole life loving. But many thought he was done and ready to go, always looking down on him like the old viejito full of wisdom and experiences. That couldn’t be further from his reality.

Guillermo had grown up in a family with virtually no money, couple that with the fact that he made mistakes young and started a family sooner than he expected. He had to grow up fast and remain responsible his whole life, leaving behind many dreams and aspirations of seeing the world or trying experiences beyond his small border town hometown.

But his hard work led to his kids having more opportunities and them having kids that had even more opportunities than their parents. The world was their oyster and Guillermo did find some solace knowing that.

One of his daughters came to his home one evening for their usual, she cooks and cleans for him while listening to her vent sessions. Rosy, as he called her, had the same gusto and energy he did when he was younger full of drive and passion to do more and see more. But her son, he was a bit more aimless. Rosy told Guillermo about her frustration with Josué’s lack of focus.

She saw his passion for art as simply a distraction from something that could yield a more fruitful career in the future. As Guillermo drifted off figuring she would circle back into convincing herself she knew the right thing all along, he was snapped back into reality with a question posed to him that he missed.

“Well dad? Will you talk to him?”

“Si hija. I’ll set him right.”

The following day Rosy returned with Josué. Guillermo was in the restroom about to come out greet his family when an everything went silent and a creeping voice spoke out to him.

“There’s still so much more left for you…if you want it.” The voice ended its sentence with a devious snicker.

“I’m coming mija. I’m just hearing things.”

“Oh this is no hallucination Guillermo, this is real. I’m offering you the chance to live the life you’ve always wanted.”

“I love my life….when I was younger there may have been things I wanted to do and see but that’s the past. I’m grateful for everything. Maybe in the next life.”

“So you agree…there’s still a yearning for more? I’m offering you all you’ve ever wanted.”

The sound outside the restroom returned and the voice faded out. Guillermo passed it off as his old age and a sign his time was finally coming. Rosy greeted him with a warm hug… then pushing Josué to greet his grandfather. Guillermo’s grandson approached him to give him a kiss on the cheek giving the patriarch a moment to take in how much he’d grown over the years. At 25, Guillermo had seen Rosy’s youngest child grow up into an adult closely resembling him at that age, minus a growing beer belly and a few children by that point. The world was Josué’s oyster even if he didn’t have a definitive life goal. The downside? Despite his conventionally attractive presentation, he was insecure and lacked the drive to forge a path of his own in the world.

“Ah. So there it is.” The slithery voice hissed inside Guillermo’s ear.

Guillermo’s inner thoughts deceived his words to the dark presence earlier. He was jealous of his grandchild. He had everything Guillermo did but had a chance to do everything he always wanted.

“Guillermo…I can hear your heart. Just say yes and I can give you what you truly want.”

The elderly man simply nodded his head and the demonic contract was signed. Like the previous day, Guillermo drifted off listening to Rosy explain to Josué that he needs to be a more active participant in his life and get to work like his grandfather did at his age. The conversation ended similarly to the last one with Rosy coming to her own conclusions with little interjection from Guillermo. But during that time the grandfather just fixed on his grandson. The elderly man just looked at how handsome the young man was, imagining what he would do if he could do it all over again looking like that.

His 2 loved ones spent the night overnight, while Rosy made dinner for everyone Guillermo finally got a chance to speak to his grandson.

“Hijo, at your age I made mistakes. If I could have the chances you do right now, I’d take it all and run.”

“Abuelo, I just don’t know. I like drawing and my art but nothing seems to stick. I’m working hard I swear I just don’t know what more I can do?”

“It’s going to be okay just give yourself a break and take it all one day at a time.”

That night seemed to pass by like any other, but behind the scenes a demonic presence was putting in work on the newly signed contract. The next morning sobbing could be heard nearby when Guillermo woke up. He navigated his way to the crying while keeping his eyes closed from how exhausted he was. The elderly man didn’t even notice how easy he got up from the bed in his guest room.

“Que estas haciendo?” he muttered out as he finally opened his eyes stunned into silence.

Below him was him? And his daughter crying at his bedside. The next few hours were a whirlwind and his shock continued. Rosy told him that “his grandfather” passed in his sleep. She spent the rest of the day as any Mexican mother would occupying herself staying busy and calling loved ones to inform them. Finally alone, Guillermo made his way to the restroom to confirm what had happened overnight.

The elderly man was shocked to find his reflection confirming he had taken the life of his grandson. The skimpy clothing he went to sleep in left little to the old man’s imagination and led him being taken aback. Sure he had seen him often through the years but he had never gauged that he was this built? Maybe focusing on art and being introverted allowed him to put in some work at the gym?

Any lingering guilt he held for taking his young grandsons life fled in that instant as curiosity pang his mind. Without letting his eyes leave his frame he watched every muscle move as he slowly and methodically took off the form fitting tank top. Tilting his head when it was off in a curious way. He studied their movements, he had never had such a form even at this age. The erotic self exam led to a stirring he hadn’t felt in years down below the sweatpants elastic waistband. He tugged it down as if to calm it down while he poked and prodded his new inflated chest. But that only made it yearn for more attention. Eventually he slid down the sweatpants too, nearly completing his removal of all the clothes.

It was a way the grandfather had never seen him. But even though he wanted to pull his vision away from what he was doing, he couldn’t. Surely this was improper? But he continued his study of the new body he possessed as the slowly growing bulge amassed its full height and thickness. The confines of the grey boxer briefs were annoying to say the least but the tugging fabric elicited even more emotions Guillermo hadn’t felt in years. A burning desire to handle his meat.

This would be a test to see if Josué really took after him in more ways than one. The newly younger man looked away as he unsheathed himself from the briefs and jumped in the nearby shower. The hot water quickly filled the room with steam and Guillermo let muscle memory guide his new palm to the shaft. Another gasp left his mouth, he was so sensitive to his own touch? Guillermo looked down and smirked in a way uncharacteristic to Josué’s body. The young man definitely had his grandfathers genes, thick, dark, and ready to plow.

The older man began pumping the way he used to like it and quickly found that Josué had way more stamina than he used to. A session he thought would be a few minutes lengthened into nearly 20. He braced with one arm against the shower wall and huffed as he pumped with the other arm. The bounce of his new pecs were a new factor in the erotic equation that drove him mad. He watched them bounce as the fast and rough stroking continued. Almost as if he was hit with whiplash the climax came and a moan brutally escaped his mouth. The sexy deep timbre escaping his new throat as he subconsciously hoped Rosy didn’t hear. Guillermo quickly tried to clean up the shower from the mess he made but couldn’t escape the continued curiosity. Bringing some of the white creamy seed to his pillowy lips. He savored the taste and got out of the shower to continue posing in the mirror.

That was a few weeks ago now and Guillermo had made many changes to Josué’s life since. Rosy passed them off as Guillermo’s death influencing the young man but he knew the truth. Learning about the modern world was a little rocky at first but Guillermo was getting better day by day.

He continued Josué’s gym routine but also found that people online loved seeing fit men in revealing and often intimate ways. They were paying to see it, in fact. Guillermo set up an account and quickly found a following. Being with men, women, or even enjoying himself online drew enough subscribers that he was living a much more comfortable life financially. Guillermo even said what the hell why not get a few new tattoos?

Many enjoyed the new found confidence Josué now possessed and who can blame him? Especially when he looks this good.

In collaboration with the great and wonderful @misctf :)

The sound of his alarm blaring woke James from his sleep. The young man jumped up, a wave of excitement coursing through him. Today was the day- one he had been waiting for since he was a kid. Today was his first day as a rookie police officer. Joining his older brothers, father, grandfather, and so on in the “family business.” James took a quick shower and dressed into his pristine new uniform. 

He grabbed a protein shake and headed out, but not before snapping a selfie in his new uniform.

He was very proud of wearing it, and he respected the responsibility it held. All the days of training both his mind and body for this moment. And now at 27, he was ready to make a difference in his community. 

When he arrived at the department, he was greeted by new rookies and his new fellow officers. Most of the older guys were already around 40 years old, their faces stern and focused. But that didn't matter to James. In them, he saw the person he wanted to become. 

"Attention! Good morning men. First, let's welcome the new rookies!" The Chief barked. Their fellow police officers applauded, "As you know, being a police officer is not easy, right? But you’re here now. You’re the best of the best. And you must first learn two things: DISCIPLINE AND STRENGTH. Do you understand!?" 

"Yes sir!" James and his fellow rookies responded. 

“Today will be simple. Rookies, you’ll be paired with a more senior officer. You do what they say. You learn from them. Understand?” And so the pairing began, "And your partner, James, will be Alex. Be good to him." 

James nodded and turned towards his new partner. Alex was a 45-year-old man, tall, muscular, strict, and his face was serious. He nodded at James, and gestured for him to follow. James could already tell this guy wasn’t happy to have a rookie following him around. But that wasn’t going to stop him for enjoying his day. While James and Alex patrolled, James tried to make small talk. But Alex only gave simple answers, and their conversation stalled. But when the rookie felt the car slow down, he wondered if his senior officer picked up on something. 

"Okay, rookie, this will be our first task, got it?” Alex muttered, “See those men over there? They're breaking the law." But James was confused. He couldn’t possibly mean that group of black guys playing basketball. 

"Uhm...But Alex, those guys aren't doing anything wrong, right? They're just playing basketball, what law are they breaking?” James commented. 

"Are you fucking contradicting me?" Alex said angrily, his eyes blaring with rage, “Questioning your superior on your first day, rookie?” 

"No but-" 

"That's it, we’re going back to the department. Fuckin’ shame rookie. On your first day, really? Can’t even follow basic instructions." 

"No! No, it's okay! I-I’ll go break up the game." The moment Alex heard that, he smiled. 

“No you’re getting it, rookie.” 

The two of them got out of their vehicle and approached. James felt sick. This wasn’t right. 

"Hey! What do you think you’re all doing?" Alex barked. The guys turned around and saw the policeman approaching.  

"Yeah? What's up, cop? We ain't doing nothing wrong- just hanging out with my homies... chilling, you know." 

"Did I ask you to explain to me what you were doing?” Alex raised an eyebrow, “No, right? Clear the court. Fight back and we’ll take you back to the station." The guy's friends started to mutter while some of them had surprised faces. James just stood there quietly. 

"What? We haven't done anything that violated any rules. Leave us the fuck alone, pig.”

Alex’s rage was palpable. In an instant, he went behind the boy's back, grabbed his arms, and threw him to the ground. 

"Alright wise guy, disrespecting the law? Think I smell marijuana, don’t you? You’re under arrest. We’ll be taking you back to the station for questioning.” Alex glared at the other men, “I think you need a good lesson about respect. All of you do. But in the meantime, get out of here. We don’t need you in our town, got it?” 

James did his best to hide his disgust as he followed Alex and the young man back to the patrol car. James knew he had to say something but he stayed silent. He was just a rookie and didn't want to contradict his partner. And after throwing the young man in the back of the patrol car, the two cops sped away. Leaving the other basketball players in shock. 

Once they arrived back at the department, Alex instructed James to place the young man in a holding cell. James nodded, doing his best to hide his discomfort. As he led the young man away, he remained silent. 

“You really ain’t gonna say anything, are ya?” The young man asked. 

“Please cooperate, Mr...uhh...” James realized he didn’t even get this guy’s name. 

“Michael.” Michael replied, “So you’re...”

“Stop talking.” James replied. 

Michael smirked, “If you think this cell is gonna hold me, pig... well you’ve got another thing coming. Your partner is trash, but you...” James shuddered as a cool air passed through him, “Ya, I get you.” Michael smirked.  

“Whatever.” He replied. 

After placing the young man in the holding cell, he walked back to find his partner. Alex was sipping on a cup of coffee and looking all too pleased with himself. Their Chief was nodding.  

"That's what happens when you're aggressive with the law" Alex commented proudly, “This is how we keep the streets safe.” 

“It sounds like it was a tough altercation. The city thanks you.” The Chief replied, “And you James, excellent job. You stayed calm in a tough situation. You have a promising future ahead of you.” 

"Thank you, Chief....” James forced a smile, “Alex is a good partner. I’ll..." James continued with a smile but inside the guilt was eating him up, “I look forward to working with him more.” 

And so the long, heavy day passed slowly for James. And on the drive home, James couldn’t focus. Instead, feelings of guilt welled up inside him. 

"Did that really happen?” He mumbled as he entered his apartment, “That was fucked up, he wasn't doing anything wrong..." James mumbled, the feeling of guilt clawing at his conscious, "Maybe a shower will help me relax."

The rookie stretched and went up to his bathroom, where he quickly removed his uniform, until he stood completely naked. He sighed as he looked down at his badge. If you had told him earlier today this is how he’d feel, he wouldn’t have believed you. But now, he just wanted to relax. 

Once he was inside the shower, he allowed the warm water to caress his skin, sighing as he enjoyed the feeling. Yet despite that, guilt continued to eat away at him. 

"I can't stop thinking about earlier...” He mumbled, “I should talk to the chief tomorrow and tell him.” But the thought of Alex’s wrath caused him to shudder, “But what if I lose my job? I can’t..." 

James closed his eyes, letting the water run through his blond hair. And as the water continued to soak his body, his feet began to grow in size, with a few audible cracks. All the while, their color started to shift, slowly darkening from pale, to tan, to an ebony bronze. James was so relaxed and focused on the shower that he hadn't realized. Instead, he grabbed his shampoo and scrubbed his hair. And as he did, his police cut and blonde locks changed color. Initially, they took on a brown hue, and darkened further until becoming black. Soon, its texture shifted, becoming curly. 

“What would dad do?” James thought, barely noticing that the shampoo cascading down his body was shifting his skin tone. His once white skin now covered in dark streaks, which were only expanding.

James winced at an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, as his pecs popped out and filled with muscle. All the while, his barely noticeable abs jutted out from his stomach forming an impressive six-pack and v-line on its sides. As he stretched his arms above his head to scrub his hair, they started to tone up. His biceps and triceps rapidly expanding. His light blond pit hair grew and darkened, poking out as he lowered his arms. 

“Shit, I feel warm...” He mumbled, turning down the water temperature to little relief. 

His torso suddenly expanded and his shoulders lengthened, giving him a more athletic and sporty build, even compared to his prior physique. His once white legs also changed filling with firm muscle and rapidly toning. 

“Ugh... shit...” He mumbled as he felt his dick twitch. 

As he gripped his cock, it began to lengthen and swell in his hand as it reached an impressive 23 centimeters. And as it stood erect, its color darkened instantly. The young rookie massaged his new cock, while his butt firmed up into two juicy, firm bubbles. He let out a silent moan as his face changed. His European features quickly replaced as his lips swelled and his nose widened. Simultaneously, his jaw became more defined and masculine. His eyes stung for a moment, which he attributed to some shampoo getting in them, unaware that his eyes were now a rich chocolate color. Unbeknownst to him, his golden police badge started to shift and change, until it fell apart into several gold necklaces. They magically materialized around his neck.

“Fuck, I feel better after all.” He smiled, turning off the shower. 

He stepped out and grabbed his towel, drying off his muscles. But when he opened his eyes and saw the reflection in the mirror, he jumped back in shock. It was the near-identical reflection of the 20-year old black man they arrested earlier staring back at him. 

“Fuck! How’d you get in here.... wait...” He whispered, watching in horror as the refection mimicked his movements, "What happened to me!?" James shouted, wincing at the sound of his new voice. 

He slowly raised a hand to his face, feeling his smooth skin. And as he ran a hand along his pecs and biceps, he shuddered as he felt the firm muscle. No, this wasn’t right... He needed to... 

“Damn, I look good.” He smirked.

“Wait, what? No, no, no...” James whispered. That voice, that attitude... James felt a sense of dread build up in, “Michael?” He whispered.

 “Aw come on pig, don’t you like this?” James was panicking at the words leaving his mouth. And he watched as his arm moved against his will and he flexed, “I saw what you were packin’ brotha, and I know you just got an upgrade.” 

James shook his head, fighting for control over his body, “Stop, please let me go!” He begged, “I-I’m sorry... I didn’t...” 

He grunted as his hand dove into his pants, “You know what the world doesn’t need? Anotha fuckin’ corrupt pig.” 

James moaned as his hand jerked his new cock, its full length proudly on display. James was forced to stare at himself as he jerked off in his new body. 

“Fuck... Michael... please...” He groaned, “I...”

“You think you could lock me up? Naw man, I ain’t gonna take that shit.” Michael replied, the words leaving James’s mouth. 

“But... I... ugh, my head feels...” James felt a pressure building. Like his mind was stuffed to the brink. Memories that couldn’t possibly be his flashing. He could smell his mom’s comfort food, remember the summer heat growing up when he played basketball with his bros, “Wait... no....” He begged. 

“It’s all good, just let it happen.” Michael said, his voice becoming stronger, the pace of his hand around their cock quickening. 

“I... we... we’re....” James was struggling to think of himself as independent from Michael, “We... we gotta find our brothas, let ‘em know we’re good...” James whispered, still fighting desperately to maintain his independence. 

But when he thought about growing up, he didn’t see a little white boy. He saw a black kid. And when he thought about his father, the man that sparked his interest in police work, he felt... disgusted. He chuckled. 

“We ain’t looking up to no pig.” They said, a smirk forming on their face, “Damn, we do look good.” They continued. A sense of pride now filling James’s mind as he appreciated his beautiful black skin and muscles. And at that moment, they came. A pleasure so intense that it nearly knocked them off their feet, “Fuck, that was good. We... We? Nah man, I fuckin’ look good.” Michael said, “And I need to go find my bros.” 

Michael smirked, seeing the former police uniform now nothing more than a pair of Nike shorts and a black tank-top. He quickly put them on and flexed in the mirror. It only took a few moments after leaving the apartment to find his bros. They were back down at the basketball court, playing a pick-up game. 

“Oh damn Michael, looks like they let you out. We were worried, bro.” 

Joey and Ibrahim think they know each other's deal. Needy twink and macho jerk. After hooking up goes wrong, they're pent up and the only thing that can get them off is the other. Thinking back, did Ibrahim always look so neat? And surely Joey didn't arrive unshaved?

Ending 2025 with my favorite type of story, one where a manly jerk femmes up and an acerbic twink gets hairy and buff. Hope you enjoy this last two for one TF of the year! -Occam

“I just think y’all would be so good together babe.”

Joey’s coworker Salome had long been trying to set him up with her brother, Ibrahim. Sure, he was absolutely a hunk. Without a doubt would he be the hottest man Joey’s slept with, but even from pictures Joey could tell they weren’t compatible. He holds back from calling him out as the DL bro he surely is as Salome continues, “Rami just needs to meet the right man…”

Social media accounts chock-full of gym pics, each with its own uniquely obnoxious caption about grinding to be an alpha, Joey’s fairly confident they’re not to be a match made in heaven. Having dealt with a homophobic top or two in his time, the sex is usually pretty food. Twinkle in his eye, the twink feels he’s due for a reup and despite Salome swearing her brother’s looking for a partner, Joey works on the assumption that Ibrahim just wants to hookup.

Nick was a busy guy. Working his 9-to-5 desk job had made him a dull man. He used to make fun of the higher-end men in suits back in his college years, calling them stuck-up drones. Yet here we was, as one of them. Well, he thought about that exact thing this morning, and decided to do something about it. Wanting to change a little something up, he decided to walk to a street around town he'd never been to just yet. Scanning the facades of every building, he saw all kinds of signs. One's for some Chinese, the other's a swanky new café, and a few yards away was just another boring old jewelry store. Heading a few more steps, something twinkled in the corner of his eye. Looking to his left, he saw a dark and narrow alleyway.

He had no idea why he felt drawn to it, but he chalked it up to his old adventurous self emerging back from the dead. He smiled to himself, and took a deep breath, squeezing through the passage.

As he exited it, he found a big red door. Opening it cautiously, he found another sight which made him slightly shiver: a dark and claustrophobic stairwell.

"What am I even doing here..." he cussed himself, climbing down the rather musty steps. At the end, he found an intricately carved door. Seeing no other choice but to open it, he put his right hand on the door and twisted it open. To his surprise, he found an oddly clean and respectable business. Scanning the spacious and luxuriously decorated room, he found it was some sort of café. There were barely any staff that he could see, but the tables were full of people. He couldn't help but notice how all of them were men, with roughly the same build as strange looks shot themselves towards his eyes.

Spying an empty table, he sat on one of the leather seats. Just a few moments later, two guys walked up to him, and sat directly in front of him.

Ray averted his eyes, looking straight down as the two men chattered among themselves in another language. "What the hell did I just walk into?" He thought to himself.

Suddenly, the man to the right of him picked up some sort of paper and pointed to it, talking to his friend before switching to English. "You want wrestle?" He asked in a heavily accented tone.

Nick raised his eyebrow. "Uh....what?" He silently chuckled. "You want wrestle? You wrestle." The man repeated, in a sterner tone. Out of nowhere, a group of men from different tables pinned him down on the chair, wrestling him into submission as they forcibly took away his phone. He watched helplessly as they stripped him of his clothes, laughing and chuckling among themselves. "Get the fuck off of me!" Nick screamed, before being silenced as a damp sock was placed over his mouth. As he breathed in the musk, he found his body start to twitch and itch uncontrollably.

He watched in horror as thousands of hair strands started pushing themselves out of his rapidly bulking torso. Abs and pecs ballooned from his skin, as he whimpered in fear. "Wh-what are you doing to me?!" He tried to scream through the sock, as the men around him continued to press the item deeper into his mouth.

Over to the corner of his eye, he saw the other men touching and messing with his phone.

"Nick Johnson. Not bad career..." One of them said plainly. "But we need sport guy. New one." They grinned, as they passed the phone to some guy with sunglasses. He seemed to be some sort of manager or leader to the group.

"Nick, Nick, Nick. My name is Alihan. I am manager." He laughed, taking the phone in his hands, his thumb busy doing something to it. "We need new member for fighter in ring, and you are lucky one today. I put app in your phone to help me make you one. I can tell I will like you more than rest." He chuckled, as Nick eyed his hands. "First, I remove everything. I give you new name and identity. Timur fits. It mean iron." He hummed, as the guys around him finished dressing him up in some new clothes and pushed down a black cap on his head. Alihan then showed him his phone, which now had a red-green spiral with blaring lezginka music. Barely perceptible chanting in Chechen hid themselves underneath the strong and fast beats. Before he knew it, Nick slowly calmed down, as the man's sultry voice pulled him deeper into a trance. As the men around him let his arms go, he instinctively reached for his phone, almost cradling it in his hands as he watched in pure bliss.

As he stared deeper and deeper, Nick felt a noticeable beard burst out from his now-chiseled jaw. He felt his body and face contort and ripple with new muscle, but he felt at peace. It was almost like a full-body massage, as he felt his mind slip away and his crotch stir with a new energy he'd never felt before. Alihan chuckled as he propped a half-conscious Nick up on a chair, as he whistled for a guy to come. Slowly taking away his phone, Alihan ordered the guy to take of his cap and start trimming away.

Alihan continued humming some sort of melody, as the men around gathered in a circle. "Стеган куц а, сий а дийриг тlеюьйхина бедар ю." They began to chant in a rhythmic and hypnotic drone, as Nick stared at himself in the mirror. Their words soon penetrated themselves into his psyche, while physically, he felt his ear get thicker and thicker from years of rubbing against the mats of his gym.

Now that he thought about it, was "Nick" even his name? Did he even go to some fancy university and get a boring old job at some desk in the middle of an office? As far as he knew, he grew up in the mountainous valleys of his native Dagestan. Not the smartest guy around, he found the gym almost a second home. By the time he was in his late-20's, he was discovered by some "Alihan" dude, and started training to be a brilliant wrestler. Of course, he and the rest of the guys had to leave for the Americas for a better life, away from all the prying eyes. Timur's eyes watered as he remembered how much he loved Alihan. Starting out as mere friends, the two quickly became a couple, lovingly sharing each one's kisses and embraces. It was part of the reason why they had to leave, but at least he left with his dearest boyfriend in tow. "А-алихан...с-суна хьо веза..." Timur found himself saying with his new Chechen tongue, his cock barely able to keep his seed from erupting through his pants. Alihan simply smiled and kissed him on the forehead, his hands making their way down to his stirring bulge. "Суна хьо веза, Тимур." Timur slowly felt himself doze off. Everything turned black as he felt himself release, the warm liquid flowing down like a rushing stream along everything old and "Nick". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sometimes, Alihan's eyes would furrow in stark surprise, staring into his hands when training for another fight would approach. However, a quick brush over the head by a nearby trainer would help his brain shut off, and let him forget everything about his past once more.

But for the most part, Alihan's conversion was a success.

Scouting a camera off in the distance, he stares longingly towards it as he felt something stir inside him. Doing his best in every single fight would mean keeping their promise all those years ago when they had to flee with nothing but hopes and dreams along with all the other guys. Alihan blew a kiss. From his comfortable seat at the back of the café, Timur chuckled to himself, blowing a kiss as well to the television screen. Suddenly, he felt he felt his phone buzz and vibrate. Opening it, he found a new message from one of his men. "Керла клиент схьавогӀу." A new guy. Timur just smirked. Alihan would soon have a friend to help convert himself.

"Цигахь латтаве иза. Со вогӀуш ву."

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Life got busy, sorry for not posting much. Coupled with the fact I keep moving around new bodies is pretty tiring. But hey, this time 'round I woke up in this guy Aslan's body, and so far I've been here for almost two weeks now. We live in Canada as I've learned, and I live with this cute little guy. Ваша воцу ваша, тlам боцу леча. Ӏодика йойла!

You can’t believe this. You’ve been transformed into an US Olympic Luge Team Suit. It feels so strange. Your skin now red, white, and blue, star-spangled spandex. You still have all your senses somehow, but you can’t move. You lay in the locker room floor, limp and lifeless. Until a big strong Olympian picks you up to put you on.

“Oh no,” you think to yourself, even though you no longer have a brain. “This can’t be happening…”

It takes him a while to squeeze into you. You feel your new body stretch in every direction as his strong calves enter your legs, filling you with an oddly satisfying fullness. He pulls you up carefully over his huge dick, the sweat seeping into your skin, which is also your whole face. All of you is distributed in the suit now. You have no corporal form, other than that of the man wrapping you around his muscular body. His glutes are huge. It actually almost hurts you as he stretches you over his massive ass. There’s nothing you can do about it. He pulls you up over his chest and squeezes his arms tightly into yours, then finally struggles to zip the suit up. He’s breaking a major sweat getting into you. Finally he has you mostly on, he just needs assistance zipping you, sealing you to his glistening brown skin. He asks for help from a teammate, jokingly posing in his new colorful suit: you.

and that’s when it happens. He squats a little too far, your skin stretches in an unbearable combination of pain and pleasure, and…

Your skin is loudly ripped open by this man’s powerful ass. You would scream if you could, but you have no real mouth. This hole in the suit is your mouth now. You can smell and taste everything as the sweaty ass shreds you open. The man wearing you is hot with embarrassment as his teammates lose their minds laughing. You want to cry, but you also thing this is kind of funny. There’s something weirdly erotic about this experience for you.

The ripping continues. Your hole is wider and wider. You’re starting to love this, but you worry that your new body has been ruined. You can’t perform in the Olympics now, can you? You won’t be seen on TV as a tight live suit. That’s a terrible realization. The black man takes you off quicker than he put you on. His skin is slick with sweat, so you slip off easilly. He tosses you to the floor of the locker room once more, and leaves you so that he can find a better-fitting luge suit. You’re devastated, a ruined garment flaccid and useless. Until another man comes along. He sneaks into the locker room. He’s not on the team, like the previous wearer of your flesh. This is a spandex fetishist, with a specific kink for wearing men’s used and sweaty sports gear. He makes sure no one is looking before picking you up and taking you to a stall to slip into you.

“This is awesome!” He says to himself, excited. “It’s like a Captain America suit, but gayer!”

He’s much skinnier than the black man, and puts you on with less resistance on your part. His legs climb into yours, sending a shiver across all of your fabric. You fathom how this is even possible, to feel, as just a piece of sports equipment.

The white man chuckles as he sees the hole in the suit. The previous owner of you wore you backwards. That’s why you ripped. This man’s impressive dick and swollen balls are in your hole now, and he slides the rest of you up and over him. With his dick free, you’re the perfect suit for him to jerk off in really quick before he gets caught. He goes to a mirror and you can see yourself now, tightly clinging to his body. He masturbates and comes all over your synthetic fabric skin. Just then, the coach of the team walks in. Embarrassed and without an explanation, the white man pulls your hole shut to cover himself up. You can once again smell and taste his balls and absorb his cum.

“I…I can explain…” The pervert wearing you says, sweating nervously. But coach isn’t having it. You now remember that it was this coach who you last saw before waking up as this suit. You wanted to join the team, and he promised to make you a part of the team in a way you’d never expect. This is what he meant.

“I see you’ve found my last victim,” coach smiles. “This is what happens to people who sneak into the Olypmic locker room. We don’t have them arrested. I punish them another way…”

“P–please…” the sweaty twink wearing you stammers, tightening his grip on your crotch fabric as he backs away. “What are you going to do to me?”

“That suit you’re wearing,” Coach grins, pulling a strange purple remote from his pocket. “That’s the last guy that came in here without permission. You’re going to be just like him.”

Bryan was at the gym working out while his Twink boyfriend Luke watched him, suddenly Bryan began to feel light-headed and reality began to shift and change around him as he felt himself getting weaker.

“Babe! you alright you seem out of it” Bryan heard a voice similar to his boyfriend’s say as he began to snap back to reality and see Luke's face but now on top of a big muscular body and wearing the gym clothes he had just had on.

“Babe, when did you get so big? and why are you wearing my gym clothes?” Bryan asked while shocked.

“What are you talking about I’ve always been big and these are my gym clothes” Luke said with a slight look of confusion on his face.

Bryan looked down and saw his body was now skinny and he was wearing Luke’s clothes “Why am I so small?!?!"

“Babe you must be really out of it just take a minute to relax and clear your head” Luke said while worried.

Bryan began to think to himself about how things used to be but those memories just felt like a dream to him as his mind began to fill with new memories of his boyfriend being big and muscular just like all Asian men were while he was a Submissive Twink who loved to watch his boyfriend workout.

“Yeah you’re right babe I just felt confused for a second” Bryan said feeling relieved that his mind was clear.

“That’s good babe glad u came to your senses after I finish my workout maybe we can have some fun at my place” Luke said flexing his muscles towards his boyfriend causing Bryan to think about how much he enjoyed being topped by Luke.

“I can’t believe it! He still hasn’t replied!” Mark’s sister groaned

“Hmm” Mark feigned indifference by staring at his phone, but actually he was just scrolling up and down on the Weather app.

“What’s even the point of squeezing myself into this tight, skimpy outfit and going for a run if Brady won’t even snap me back?!”

“Maybe he’s busy, Jess” Mark offered, trying not to grin too much. 

“Ugh whatever I’m gonna go shower” Jessie said, getting up “and stop smiling I know you’re enjoying my suffering.”

Jessie was right, Mark was having the time of his life. It was fun watching straight-as-an-arrow Brady acting boy crazy. Plus, seeing his body in a “skimpy” outfit wasn’t bad either.

Dammit my dad is looking way too hot again! I should never have agreed to let Paulos borrow my dad’s body!

A few weeks ago, my best friend, Paulos, called me over to his house, excited to show me something he’d bought from the internet. Turns out it was some sort of “swapper” device that let him, well, swap traits around on people without them noticing. His model was apparently “premium” and allowed him to determine exactly who would know which swaps had occurred and how the world perceived those changes.. Everyone else would be none the wiser. Actually, it was only after we’d been talking for a while that he revealed he’d swapped my clothing with his baby brother when I got there! I swore that my whole life I’d worn nothing but onesies and diapers even if I was perfectly potty trained and it was normal for his baby brother to be wearing a graphic tee and jeans! After he switched us back I realized how stupid I’d probably looked and sounded arguing in only a diaper and a pacifier around my neck!

It’d been a pretty wild ride since then, we’ve been in the forms and lives of professors, threatening our friends with bad grades; cheered for the football team from our own bodies as varsity girl’s cheerleaders; and even spent a very weird day as dogs everyone else regarded as people (they could even understand our barks!). Anyway, one day Paulos really wanted to borrow my dad’s body. I had no idea why he’d want to be in the body of a middle aged man, but he had some kind of explanation about wanting to use his “perceived age” but also “wanted the complete look” or something. I should have probably just said no, but you see the problem was I had a huge crush on Paulos so I couldn’t really say no to him. 

Harvey didn’t expect these to arrive when he ordered the XXXXL Briefs from TF Corp. He had to order his clothes online because most stores wouldn’t fit him any more. Years of chronic pain had left him very overweight and reclusive. He decided to put them on any to see how they would look on his body. Suddenly he didn’t feel any pain and he just wanted to dance, flex and show off.