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Risk it all (episode 1) - AI transformation sequence, various themes.

"Hello everyone and welcome to RISK IT ALL!" Harvey cheered as he announced the start of his game show as he walked out to clapping and hooting fans. "Today we have new contestant who is a little bit down on his luck and he is hoping to win big by risking it all. Let's welcome Lewis, everyone give him a round of applause!"

Lewis walked out to cheers as he awkwardly shuffled to the circular platform. Lewis loosened his tie as the hot lights burned down onto him showing everyone his dishevelled and stressed look. Lewis gave a quick wave before looking back at Harvey who was beaming at his new contestant.

"Now Lewis, I a have been told you are a software engineer from Toronto. Now that's a good job and a beautiful city so why have you decided to risk it all?"

Lewis coughed and cleared his throat as he started looking at Harvey but as he spoke he became embarrassed and looked to the floor as he continued to speak "I made some bad investments, took out some loans and now I am drowning in debt Harvey."

"I'm sorry to here that Lewis. But I’m not sorry you're here and willing to play RISK IT ALL!" Harvey turned to audience and they joined in with him. "Now Lewis I'm sure you know how this works but I'll explain it for those at home who might not have seen the show. Lewis here is going to risk every aspect of him in order to win money. He has already won 1000 just for showing up and for every spin of the wheel his money will double, meaning in 10 spins he could be taking home over 1 million!" Harvey shouted and the audience wooed. "However, it is not that easy, as you can see on my wheel beside me, there are 5 segments."

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Hey! I have a possible request, I see a lot of your stories revolve around role reversal stuff etc. What about a story where a jock bullies this chubby ugly anime obsessed nerd but then the tables are turned and at the end of it the jock becomes the fat nerd and reality is changed etc. It’s just an idea if you don’t like it all good :)

A Reversal

When he was a kid, Jared was as skinny as a stick, but ever since puberty he started putting on pound after pound, consequence of a very sedentary life style, not playing any sports, just staying home all day, studying, playing games and watching anime. The most exercise his body saw was the daily right arm workout sessions to anime girls. At school, he had a few his friendgroup, all varying levels of nerd like himself, who were considered the weird kids, which meant no one really liked associating with them. Some even went out of their way to make their lives harder, such as Blake.

Blake would sometimes just send photos like these, showing off his shredded body, huge muscles and the hefty bulge of his 10incher, to both the girls he wanted to bang and the nerds he wanted to feel superior too, with cruel captions shaming their bodies and their appearances. Jared had tried to file a complaint with the director’s office, but since Blake’s dad was a huge contributor to the school, it just went straight to the paper shredder.

One day, while doing a JJK marathon, Jared started getting video calls from Blake, who simply didn’t stop calling. Jared tried to ignore it at first, but instead of just simply blocking the caller, he decided he’d just pick up and give Blake what he wanted already, because if he didn’t Blake would probably beat his ass tomorrow.

When he picked it up, it was just Blake flexing on the bathroom, clearly on some weird kind of rush from this.

“You like what you see, fatty? Yeah, you’re never gonna be this fucking hot, you piggy. Girls fucking grab my arms and lick my abs while I fuck them, the best they could grab in you is your fucking fatass” He said

Jared felt like crying, both in shame and anger, angry that the jock was such a fucking dick, but also ashamed that he was right. He was a fat loser, but he wanted to be attractive, he wanted girls to find him hot, but he had dug himself in a hole and couldn’t get out of it. He wished his life wasn’t like this, and he wished that Blake had a bit more empathy.

His prayers didn’t go unheard. Suddenly, both Blake and Jared stopped, their eyes open wide. Jared felt his body burn, as all the fat in his body melted away into golden energy, which flied into the screen. He looked at the camera, and saw his face, not bloated anymore, but defined.

At the same time, he saw Blake’s muscles shrink into nothingness, leaving him a skinny runt. Then, Jared felt his muscles sore as he saw his biceps begin to expand and grow, then he felt his pecs growing nice and tight, and his abs popping up in his belly like bricks in a wall.

He moaned in pleasure, feeling the power enter his body. Blake on the other hand, was also growing, but now in muscle, but fat. His belly grew, and with it also his bodyhair, that he once had kept trimmed so pridefully, now leaving him with a patchy beard. Both of them felt their heads spin as their lives changed around. Now the one that let himself go was Blake, who once a promising young man, now was a fatty who ate fast food every single day of the week, all because one his ex told everyone about his small cock.

He had called Jared in hopes that he could help him get a girl.

“Yeah, sorry man, no one wants a fat fuck with a small dick” Jared answered

”This is what girls want, they don’t care if you’re a huge nerd like me if you’re hot about it. “ Explained the resident pussyhound of the school, a specimen with a footlong who had fucked every girl in the halls. “Maybe if you put down the fries and actually exercised for once, you’d at least be able to attract some bitches. Meanwhile, not much I can do about it, fatass.”

He then hung up, smiling. He didn’t know why he was so happy, nor why he felt so satisfied in calling Blake a fat loser. He just felt like it was right.

misctf

REQUEST FOR @exjocklover5: Love to see one where a handsome fit lacrosse player gets turned into a 35 year old beefy hairy carpenter house framer. Be cool to see a story about Joe who was a lacrosse goalie and captain was about to go pro but ended up with a knee injury. He found a sketchy healing drug online but instead it turned him into an exjock bluecollar man with a family in his thirties and an insatiable thirst for Busch light.

I took a few creative liberties here and wrote a long one lol. Enjoy!

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“C’mon,” Ethan muttered, gripping the back of the couch as he tried to straighten his right leg. “I’ve got this... I've... fuck!”

He exhaled deeply and collapsed onto the couch, wincing as the pain shot through his knee. It hurt so much, so fuckin' much. And it wasn't just physical. He could hear his phone buzzing, the messages piling up.

"You coming back this season, bro?"

"Tubing Friday. Your knee good enough yet?"

"Scouts still asking about you btw."

Ethan cursed again. He missed going to practice. Missed drinking with bros. Missed the parties, the dumb arguments, the camaraderie. He missed his life before the injury.

“Fuck me...” His head sunk into his hands, "Stupid fuckin' knee."

He glanced up at his stick and the framed photo of the team. Him in the middle with a wide grin and his arm around his bros. Fuck... he wanted to get back to that. And he wanted to get back fast.

"There's gotta be a way..." He muttered.

An hour later he was deep in rehab forums when an ad stopped him cold.

BUILD-U-BACK RECOVERY NOW ENROLLING IN YOUR AREA: A NEW START, LASTING RELIEF

“Sounds fake as hell,” Joe murmured. But when he glanced back at the team photo he felt a pang in his chest. He reached for his wallet soon after.

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This was it. Ethan stood on the empty practice field, stick in hand. The cold night air felt good against his warm skin. The stadium lights already dimming.

"Okay..." He bounced on the balls of his feet, "Okay, I've got this."

He dropped into goalie stance carefully, bracing for the pain. But it never came.

"No way..." Ethan pushed harder, shuffling across the crease before planting sharply off the bad leg, "Oh my god." He laughed with disbelief, "No fuckin' way!"

"Walsh?"

Ethan spun and smiled wider when he saw Luke, "Bro!"

"Dude! You're running!"

"I know! I fuckin' know!" He pointed at his knee, "It's gone, dude! It doesn't even hurt anymore."

"Let's fuckin' go, bro!"

It fuckin' worked. That fuckin' drug actually worked! Ethan stood proud, chest heaving and adrenaline surging. He was back. Practice, scouts, games, parties... it was all back.

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“Dude! First game back, you feel ready?”

Ethan looked up from tying his cleats and grinned. “More than ready.”

He tugged at the bottom of his hoodie, annoyed again by how tight it felt around his waist and chest. He’d already stopped wearing some of his older shirts entirely after realizing they didn’t fit right anymore. He figured his dryer was doing a number on his wardrobe.

“We won’t be too upset if you fuck up out there,” Luke said while peeling his shirt over his head. “We get you’re a little rusty.”

“Eat shit,” Ethan laughed, tossing a roll of tape at him before reaching for his own hoodie.

The cool air felt warm against his skin, and Ethan scratched absentmindedly at his chest, pausing for just a moment as his fingers tangled with thicker hairs there.

"The fuck...?" Ethan frowned and looked down.

Dark curls spread across the middle of his chest before trailing down his stomach and disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. Sweat glistened faintly through the hair despite the cold room, and when Ethan shifted slightly, the waistband dug tighter against a stomach that suddenly looked thicker than he remembered.

"I shaved this shit this morning..." He figured the hair growth was a side effect of the drug, but he'd spent the last few days making sure he kept it under control. But now...?

Luke whistled low. “Damn, Walsh. Didn’t realize the recovery plan involved growing a lawn on your chest and blowing out your waistline.”

A couple guys laughed awkwardly before looking away again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ethan muttered, pulling his jersey on faster than usual. The fabric stretching tighter around his waist than he remembered.

Nobody really said anything after that.

Ethan forced a grin anyway and slammed his locker shut. “Alright, boys,” he called out. “Let’s do this.”

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It was supposed to feel normal again. Friday night. Sports bar packed wall-to-wall after the game. Music too loud. Ethan sat wedged between Luke and Dylan with a cold Busch Light in his hand before realizing halfway through the bottle that he didn’t even remember ordering it.

“You looked like shit tonight,” Luke laughed.

“Appreciate it.”

“Seriously though, you good?”

Ethan scratched at the rough stubble on his chin. “Just playing bad.”

His phone buzzed against the table.

"CONGRATULATIONS ON ONE MONTH! YOUR NEXT PHASE OF RECOVERY STARTS TONIGHT!"

Ethan frowned at the notification before locking the screen again, "Next phase?" He stared at his arm, now dusted with dark hairs.

"Hey Ethan." Luke nudged him, "Someone's staring."

Ethan spotted her across the bar. Blond. Gorgeous. Smiling at him. For the first time all night, something loosened in his chest.

“There we go,” Dylan laughed when he caught Ethan staring. “That’s the Walsh we know.”

Ethan grinned and took another sip. Soon after, he was fumbling with his apartment keys while she laughed softly beside him in the hallway. They moved to his bedroom, clothes discarded quickly.

"Fuck..." Ethan whispered, as she kissed slowly along his neck, "I needed..."

"Standby mode protocol upload."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“What?” she asked softly.

“It's uh... Nothin’.”

Her hands slid slowly across his chest and draped around his shoulders before pausing.

“Wow,” she said with a small laugh. “You’re kinda hairy.”

Ethan glanced down automatically, eyes widening at the sight of the dark hair curling across his shoulders and down his back.

"That's not..." He knew it wasn't there five hours ago.

“Sorry,” she added quickly, still smiling. “You’re just hairer than most guys I’ve been with.”

"Pleasure directives stem from labor initiatives."

Ethan winced hard enough that she finally pulled back slightly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I just...” He rubbed at his forehead. “I don’t feel right.”

She kissed him again anyway, her hand sliding lower across the thicker, softer shape of his stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers and around his flaccid cock.

“Oh,” she laughed gently, trying to mask her confusion.

Ethan glanced down, a wave of sickening humiliation washing over him. His cock stayed completely dead. Buried in a dense, coarse mat of newly thick pubic hair and a rapidly expanding fat pad, his dick looked distinctly shorter, stubbier, and entirely useless

“You okay?” she asked again, quieter this time.

“Yeah. I just...” He swallowed hard. “I dunno. It's not working... I... Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said softly, “Seriously. It happens.”

A few minutes later he stood awkwardly by the door while she slipped her shoes back on.

“Maybe just stress?” she offered gently.

“Yeah.” Ethan forced a laugh. “Probably.”

After she left, the apartment felt painfully quiet again. Ethan stood there shirtless for another minute before walking to the fridge automatically and grabbing another Busch Light.

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A week had passed, and Ethan exhaled heavily as he stepped out of the shower. He’d stopped changing in the locker room after practice a few days ago, tired of catching teammates staring too long at his stomach or shoulders before awkwardly looking away. Now, alone in his apartment, there was nobody else left to notice except him.

“Jesus Christ...” he whispered at his reflection.

The mirror across from the bed reflected somebody that looked wrong. Dark curls spread heavily across his chest and shoulders now, while rough stubble shadowed his jaw despite shaving before practice that morning. Even standing still, his body looked heavier than it used to.

“I’m exercising,” Ethan muttered weakly. “I’m eating healthy...” His eyes drifted toward the empty Busch Light cans scattered across the nightstand, “I...”

"Standby initiating."

Ethan’s breath caught as the voice echoed in his head.

“What the...”

"Standby mode active."

Every muscle in his body locked instantly.

Ethan jerked hard against it on instinct, but nothing responded correctly. His fingers twitched once beside his thigh before going still again. His chest continued rising and falling normally. He could blink. Breathe. Swallow. But that was it.

“What... the fuck...” he forced out weakly.

Hours passed as Ethan sat frozen on the edge of the bed staring into the mirror. The rough hair across his chest thickened slowly while his stomach pushed heavier against his lap with every shallow breath. His face itched constantly as a dark beard spread across his jaw until he looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks.

A knock on the door and the sound of heavy footsteps entering his apartment made him tense. He watched as two men in BUILDING-U-BACK jackets entered his room and stopped mid-step when they saw Ethan in nothing but a pair of tight sweatpants.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “That’s the lacrosse kid?”

“Yeah. CRW-57F.”

The younger guy kept staring. “Still got some of that frat-boy face left.”

“Not for too long.”

The younger rep shook his head slowly. “Weird seeing one this young.”

“Don’t worry,” the older rep said casually. “Give it a week and you won’t even be able to pick 'em out from the others.”

Ethan strained against the paralysis hard enough that his jaw twitched once.

“You know what’s crazy?” the younger rep continued. “Six months from now he’ll be drinking beer after shifts talking about kids that don’t exist like the rest of ’em.”

“Yeah well, the whole family-man thing makes clients comfortable. People trust workers who look settled.”

One of them glanced toward the empty Busch Light cans beside the bed.

“Damn,” he muttered. “He’s already self-reinforcing.”

“Good sign.”

Ethan let out another whimper as he tried to reach for his phone, but his arm wouldn't budge.

“Oh shit,” the younger rep said suddenly. “You think he knows what we’re saying?”

“Nah,” the older rep replied casually. “The lab guys say there's not much left going on upstairs during standby.”

Ethan felt something cold settle quietly in his chest. The older rep finally looked directly at him and nodded toward the hallway.

“C’mon CRW-57F," He tossed him his old lacrosse hoodie, "Housing assignment’s ready.”

Ethan stood automatically.

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Ethan barely remembered the drive to the facility. He had been packed into a van shoulder-to-shoulder with a few other hirsute guys sporting beer guts. His eyes remained fixed on the man across from him, and Ethan realized with growing dread that it was like looking in a mirror.

"There's been a mistake!" He tried to call out, but the words in his head wouldn't leave his mouth, "Please..."

When they did finally arrive at the facility, he was walked to a featureless room with a table and a few bins.

"This is CRW-57F." A man said to his colleague, entering the room, "Originally Ethan Walsh. Signed up for the program for an injured knee." He looked down at his clipboard, "Worker identity is officially Joe Mercer."

"Joe Mercer? That's not..." He thought, but the name Ethan was already starting to feel distant.

"Alright, let's get him in the system." The man continued, "We're going to need your personal belongings, CRW-57F."

Joe felt as he reached into his pocket and gripped his phone. He quickly dropped it into one of the bins, along with his keys, wallet, student ID.

"Oh shit, that's the college kid?" One of the men said, looking down at the ID.

"Yeah, lacrosse player, if you can believe it now."

"Damn, that drug did a number on him." The man sighed, "Okay, CRW-57F, need the clothes too."

Ethan winced as he gripped his team's lacrosse hoodie and yanked it off. Cool air hit the thick hair covering his chest and stomach, and he heard one of the employees exhale quietly through his nose.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Hope the knee was worth it.”

"Update on the apartment?"

"Cleaning crew is taking care of that, lease will terminate tomorrow."

"N-No..." Ethan thought, imagining them clearing it out. His team photo. His lacrosse gear. The clothes crammed into the closet. Every piece of evidence that Ethan Walsh had ever existed.

"Family updated?" The other man nodded, "And..."

"What do you think? Took it poorly." The other man sighed, "Kid’s barely old enough to drink and now he’s gonna look older than his dad."

"Visitation scheduled?"

"In a month."

Ethan felt his stomach twist. The thought of his parents seeing him like this made him want to disappear.

"By then he'll be settled enough that it won't matter much." The rep muttered, "They all stop trying eventually."

One of them picked up Ethan's student ID and looked at the picture for a second before tossing it into the bin with the rest of his belongings.

"Poor kid."

"Yeah."

The lid snapped shut. A folded stack of clothes landed in Ethan’s arms a second later. Gray work shirt. Plain jeans. Steel-toe boots. The employee checked another box on his clipboard.

“Alright CRW-57F,” he said casually. “let's get you downstairs.”

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Ethan barely slept.

The worker housing smelled like sweat, musk, sawdust, and stale beer. The bed made his back ache. Men wandered the halls at all hours wearing gray shirts and work pants, scratching at thick stomachs or rubbing sleep from heavy eyes while they talked about wives, back pain, football games, and their kids.

“Tyler’s putting on weight. Gonna join the football team like his old man.”

“Yeah? Mine just turned thirteen. Kid's eating me out of house and home already!”

Ethan sat quietly on the edge of his bed with a Busch Light in his hand, staring toward the floor while his body moved through routines his brain still hadn’t fully accepted. Every few hours that same pressure built behind his eyes again, and afterward his thoughts always came back slower.

"Who are these people?" He wondered, "They all look... the same..."

But when he looked down, he realized how much he looked like them too. Even more than the night he was brought to the facility. The gut, the hair, the beard, the weathered skin... what the fuck had they done to him?

“Tyler’s putting on weight. Gonna join the football team like his old man.”

Ethan looked up slowly. A different pair of workers stood near the vending machines now.

“Yeah? Mine just turned thirteen. Kid's eating me out of house and home already!” The exact same laugh followed.

Ethan felt his stomach tighten. It was the same conversation, the same cadence… the same everything. They all talked like that. All looked the same. Nothing to distinguish them...

"Lacrosse." He thought suddenly.

He closed his eyes and tried to picture the locker room. The smell of the gear. The roar after a clean save. He could almost see the jersey. Blue. Or green? No... Red?

Ethan shuddered and took another swig of his beer.

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He couldn't recall the drive out here. One moment he was climbing into his assigned bunk, the next he was hauling lumber across a chaotic job site. Sweat drenched the thick hair across his torso. He reeked, too... of sawdust, exhaustion, and that stale musk clinging like the rest of them. He craved a shower, but knew better. Management preferred them this way.

"57F?" Two reps walked past him, "Still not meeting his quotas."

"Really? You'd think with him having been a star athlete..."

"Eh, you would think." The rep muttered, "We've found it really doesn't."

"Shame. We'll ship him out to Ohio tomorrow then, they're looking for more men and he's slowing us down."

He continued to work, but their words kept repeating in his head. A month ago, he was a star. Always getting positive feedback, always being commended. Now, he was failing at whatever this nightmare was.

"Joe?" He turned immediately to see one of the workers approach him, "You remember my boy, yeah?" The man smiled, "Tyler’s putting on weight. Gonna join the football team like his old man."

"Yeah?" The word left his mouth before he could even think about it. In fact, he didn't even really process it. Everything slowed suddenly, simplified in his brain. Lacrosse? Old apartment? Friends? Suddenly, it felt far from reach, "Mine just turned thirteen." He'd heard those words before from the other workers. The exact same words. Delivered in the same cadence, with the same gravely voice. Now... those words were coming from him, "Kid's eating me out of house and home already!"

Both men laughed. But as the other worker stepped away, Ethan's eyes widened.

"Fuck... no..." His thoughts were slower than they had been just two minutes prior. But so was his anxiety. Everything suddenly felt so much simpler, "La-lacrosse... lacrosse... not this..." He repeated for as long as his mind let him.

The pressure behind his eyes returned immediately. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the lumber until his knuckles turned white. He tried to hold onto the panic, tried to hold onto the certainty that something terrible was happening to him, but even that feeling seemed to be slipping away. The fear was still there. He could feel it. Yet every second it felt smaller, duller, less important than the work waiting around him.

"Joe!" He looked up automatically. One of the workers waved him over, "Quit daydreaming. Grab this end."

He did as he was told and the pressure vanished. Relief flooded him, washing away the confusion, the panic...

"Appreciate it," the worker said.

"No problem." The answer came naturally, "I ain't no slacker."

The two men carried the load across the site together while talking about football, kids, weekend plans, and just how good the cold beer at the end of the day would taste. Across the yard, one of the reps glanced up from his clipboard.

"Huh... Looks like Ohio's getting him just in time."

"I guess so..."

Joe adjusted the lumber on his shoulder and laughed at something one of the other workers said. The sound blended effortlessly with the rest of the crew as they disappeared into the noise of the job site.

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A new team - Weight gain ai sequence

Clint was warming up and stretching when he heard the first shout of his name, glancing over his shoulder Clint could see the football coach and Clint couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had heard the football team had lost a few of its members to injury and that the coach was looking to replace them and Clint could not think of anything worse. Clint was a track star, he had been sprinting the 400m for years and had won several national competitions. That's how he managed to get a scholarship to a top university along with a generous donation from his parents. There was no way he was going to lower himself and become a 'bulldog' and be around the other lumps of dumb muscle. Clint heard his name being called again and still he pretended like he didn't hear, once he was stretched out he would start running and there would be no way the dumpy little coach would catch up to him. However, if Clint had bothered to acknowledge the coach then he would have seen the already out of breath middle aged man jogging over to before standing in front of the sneering Clint.

"Clint Simmons? Yeah I thought it was you. I was calling ya champ, did you not hear me?" the coach said red-faced.

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Forced Fitness

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Forced Fitness

When my brother suggested we swap bodies, I thought it would be amazing! I've always had a chubby body, with a little bit of fat here and there, almost like squishies. No matter how much I've dieted or exercised, the result is always the same: a damn belly and tight clothes (and not the way I'd like).

My brother, on the other hand, has a slimmer, well-defined, and attractive body, always at the gym, wearing clothes that show off everything, and that plump ass that looks like a cake. That's why I accepted without hesitation when he made the proposal. I thought it would all be mine: His biceps, his abs, all his tight clothes, those soft, attractive glutes, perfect for going out to pick up guys at a bar at night.

But all I've been doing is repeating exercise after exercise at the gym, damn it! I can't control my new body, it's like I'm on autopilot, lifting weights, doing squats and push-ups nonstop. My thighs are killing me, this fat ass is burning, all my muscles are screaming in agony, ugh!

I want my body back. This isn't what I wanted, damn it, damn it. I don't know why I agreed to swap bodies with him! And I don’t have even the slightest idea of what the hell he wants my body for. What's the point of all this?! Shit, here comes another rep, for God's sake, no! I swear I'm going to pass out from exhaustion, I can't take it anymore. FUCK!

Why did I swap bodies with my chubby brother? Meh. I was fed up with all the dieting, all the protein, exercises that left my body numb and sore. I loved the rewards, but not the work to get them. So... Why not have someone else do all the hard work while I sit back and relax? My brother already has a pig's body, oink oink, hahaha! Now I can eat all the food I want: Pizza, burgers, pasta, everything! Without worrying for a single second about calories, sugar, or fat. I can even go to a freaking buffet and eat the whole plate if I want. Haha!

Anyway, it's not like this body is going to get any fatter than it already is. I have to admit I kind of like how my belly bounces every time I move, haha, it's like having a balloon stuck to me! HAHAHA

Oops. My pizza's here, great, I was starving. Maybe my brother can keep up the training for a couple of months; I don't think he'll mind living my life on my terms.

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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I love your stories bro! So I have always been obsessed with muscle and what to be a really huge bodybuilder. Like a super roided out pro guy. You think you could help with that?

A hexer can always help those who ask for aid. But everything has a price, my friend, are you ready to pay it?

You just sent your ask. Where were you? On your bed, scrolling down your phone while dreaming of being a muscular beast? Maybe you were on a bus, or the metro, too invested in your fantasies to care about anything around you, to care about the possible consequences of your desires. Indeed, it doesn't matter where you were, or where you weren't.

Your fate is already set in stone.

Home, sweet home. You arrived there, seeking the comfort of the familiar. Maybe to jack off to one of the multiple bodybuilders you admire and envy. Yet, a surprise. On your kitchen there was something waiting for you.

It was a chastity cage. It was made to your exact measurements. Next to it, a note. Written with impeccable and old fashioned cursive calligraphy:

If you want to grow, wear this. Each day you wear it, your manhood shall shrink. But you will grow in might and power. Wear it, and let your wish come true.

From a helping friend.

Your hand trembled as you finished reading. You knew it's real. The paper was fancy, lightly scented: Cedar, sandalwood, leather and a touch of ginger and vanilla. You closed your eyes, and you could envision a future you. Another self that had nothing to do with your current weakness. Someone who was everything you ever dreamed of.

The pink chastity cage was soon in your hands. Before you knew it, you were in your bathroom. Clothes off, standing in front of your mirror. Chest heaving with anticipation.

Slowly, either out of fear or reverence, you opened the cage. Certain you would fit perfectly inside. As if the cage had been made exclusively for you. A gulp. This was the chance you were waiting for, and whatever consequences could this bring are not of your concern. Your heart was already set before your mind got a chance to argue. No matter what, you wanted to grow, to be swole in muscles most men could never achieve.

The plastic felt cold at the touch. You positioned the cage around your cock. With a click, you closed it. Your breathing went still, your heart almost stopped beating.

Then, you felt it.

The cage, that was the perfect fit when you put it on, began to contract. Pushing your flesh into itself. A gasp of pain left your mouth, as your hands tried desperately to get rid of the cage. But the plastic did not wield to your hands. There was no lock, but you couldn't open it no matter how hard you tried.

You fell to your knees, a tortured scream leaving your lips. Yet, as quick as the pain began, it was gone. Standing up, with agitated respiration, you checked the damage.

Your decently sized cock, until today about 6 inches, had been reduced in size. One inch less. You knew it. As all men would, you were aware of how it's been shrunk. Even if an inch normally wasn't a tremendous thing, it did felt like it was when your cock is the one who lost it.

Any lamentation you felt was immediately replaced by shock, however. Your spine and legs cracked, extending upwards. Not many, but very noticeable four inches added to your height. Changes didn't stop there, however. Your shoulders broadened with muscle. Your biceps took a pleasant shape that wasn't there before. The veins in your forearms grew more evident, thick and manly. Your pecs extended forwards, growing heavier. Your butt cheeks inflated nicely. Your quads thickened, your calves grew.

As if, in an instant, you had trained at the gym for a least a year. Your face, as the mirror shows you, has also suffered modifications. It has broadened, giving you a stronger appearance, but also a less intelligent one. Your skin was not as smooth as it was previously, with acne making an act of presence.

But not just that: your ballsack has tightened, and the balls inside are slightly smaller. Alongside the acne and prominent veins, it's clear you've used steroids. Your body began to sweat, the stench growing more intense than it had ever been before.

The cage felt more pressing. Your cock had tried to harden, but the pink plastic made you unable. Evidently, cumming was out of the question for the moment.

A final change happened before you were able to collect your bearings. Your thoughts slowed, your mind growing foggier and simpler. You weren't dumb. Not yet. But you could notice you were dumber than you were before. The look your eyes had was empty, vacant. You smiled. Your teeth were healthy, but imperfect.

The natural thing to do was to flex. You' were bigger than you've ever been. But you weren't as big as you've wanted. You looked more like a swimmer, or maybe a soccer player. Lean, sculpted muscles. Aesthetically pleasing, but not huge.

Each day you wear it... You remembered the note. You almost felt a voice in your head reminding you. Each day you wore the cage, you'd grow more.

With a big grin, you tried to get out of the cage again. But no dice. It seemed it would only open when it wanted to. You shrugged, and decided to do something else. Since jacking off to your improved physique wasn't an option...

No thoughts passed your mind as you ended up in front of a gym. You didn't remember how you got there, or why your feet took you there. But you didn't waste time thinking and hastily walked inside.

Waiting, was Oliver. He was tiny. Barely 5'0 feet tall. With a delicate lithe physique. He had a bubble butt, as the mirror behind him showed you. Yet, you looked at the front way more. Despite Oliver's puny body, the bulge on his skimpy shorts was vert prominent. Way more than yours. You felt your cheeks heating up.

"So you've arrived," Oliver said, squeezing your bicep with appreciation, a smile on his full lips. "I was informed you'd come by our mutual friend. Don't tell me your name. I don't need it. Muscle sluts such as you don't deserve a name that hasn't been given to them by their masters. So, until I name you properly, you'll have no name. Understood?"

A part of you wanted to say no. A part of you wanted to punch him, to show him his place. He was puny, you were strong. But instead of imposing your will, you smiled stupidly and nodded. You couldn't remember any name you answered to, anyway.

"Good boy. Now, let's make you sweat. Muscles sluts such as you must workout. Come on, follow me."

Oliver guided you to the locker room. He gave you some clothes that were perfect for your taller and broader body. He then showed you a pink thong. A glimmering thong you'd seen bodybuilders use in competitions. Although it looked more like a stripper tongue, due to how shiny it was.

"When you're ready, I'll give you this thong and a name. Now, change and make me proud," Oliver said, forcing you to lean down so he could kiss you.

For hours, you did a grueling workout. Your sweat making your skin shine like glass. Your stench so intense no one but Oliver wanted to be around you.

He didn't allow you to get distracted. Despite how easy it was to do so. Oliver's huge bulge was so magnetic you began to salivate the moment you saw it. He didn't let you look, forcing you to focus on working out.

It was night when Oliver allowed you to leave. Exhausted you returned home. You showered, unable still to get rid of the cage. You wanted to jack off so badly, but there was no way you could.

Thus, you decided to sleep. It was good for muscle building, or so you had heard. Sleep came easily, despite how blue balled you were getting.

When you woke up, the cage wasn't on your cock anymore. It was next to your head, on your pillow. And another note beside the cage. Curiosity stopped you from jerking your reduced cock, despite how much you wanted to cum.

You did good, my friend. Did you like the little master I sent your way? It doesn't matter, he owns you now. Wear the cage, my friend. And don't cum. If you do, the magic won't work anymore. Wear the cage, and you'll be a titan amongst men.

Hesitant, you looked at the cage. Pink, now exactly the measure of your five incher. Yesterday it had been bigger. If you wore it, you'd grow muscular, but you'd lose another inch... Maybe more...

And you wanted to cum so badly...

Your dilemma didn't last, however. Your heart had but one desire, and you'd get it no matter the cost.

So you ignored your hard on, and did your best to put your cock inside the cage again. With some difficulty, you achieved it.

The same pain of yesterday returned, dulled somewhat. No pain, no gain. But, instead of a single inch, it took two. Your five inches of prick dwindled to three. You panicked, but before you could come to terms with officially owning a micro penis, the changes you actually wanted began to take place.

A crack, and you grew taller once again. Multiple inches. Way past the four inches you had expected. Until you were officially a giant, at 6'8", maybe 6'9". Your feet had abandoned the mattress, dangling, as your body was too long for your bed.

Then, your balls shrank and retracted towards your body. They were so tiny now.

Afterwards, your hands changed. They grew bigger. Thick. Calluses appeared on your palms, from lifting weights most likely. Your palms were veiny. Your fingers thick like sausages. Nails short, irregular. As if you just cared about cutting them, without taking the time of doing it neatly.

Your forearms thickened with muscle. Then your biceps. Veins pushing against your skin more prominent than ever. Your shoulders broadened once more, completely turning your torso into an inverted triangle shape. Your neck thickened. Your pecs, already big, ballooned out. Heavy, pliant while squeezed, hard when flexed. Your nipples hardened and grew, extending out like little cocks.

Your stomach also grew heavier. Slightly outwards, even if it was still lean. Your abs were visible even without flexing, even with bad lighting. Your butt inflated, as if someone put pillows inside your flesh. Your ass cheeks grew slowly but constantly, until you had a bubbly butt of your own. So big and round you'd never have an easy time buying pants again, and sitting down would always be comfortable.

Thighs followed suit. So thick they'll always touch each other from now on. Destroying any pants you wore as they rubbed each other when you walked. Veins also made themselves more visible. Your calves widened outwards. Your legs so thick with muscles no one would ever accuse you of missing leg day.

At last, your feet grew bigger. Easily 4 sizes over what you had yesterday. They were thick, veiny, with stubby thick toes. Smelly too, as you poor nose had the luck to learn.

Your body hair retracted into your body, until your skin was as smooth as a baby's. Except for the acne on your face and back. Body hair was not good for bodybuilding, as it obscured the muscles.

Age left you again. You were now definitely in your early twenties. College education abandons you. As well as your job, whatever it used to be.

Now you had two jobs. One at construction, and another as a fitness enthusiast on social media. Although the second one was mostly recording Tik Toks of you flexing and giving motivational yet empty talks. It didn't matter what you say, only that you flexed while saying it. With your imperfect, but very dumb and very bright smile.

You got more from Tik Tok than from your construction job. But not enough to quit and live from it.

Your bedframe disappeared. You, alongside your mattress, fell to the floor. Your sheets were now old, full of patches, and with suspicious spots you weren't sure you wanted to think about.

Looking around you, you realized your apartment was much smaller than it used to be. Did you even always live in an apartment? You did now, at least. You couldn't stand straight in many of the rooms, thanks to your towering height. But you couldn't afford anything better with your current resources.

Your mind dimmed. You noticed, because your thoughts came almost to a halt, and because you got a headache when you tried to reread the note that had appeared this morning on your pillow. Reading was too much of an effort for your brain. You had better things to worry about.

An alarm. Oliver wanted you to go on a run, and he somehow had set up alarms ln your phone. You were using steroids, you remembered, and thus you needed to do cardio to strengthen your cardiovascular system. Although you didn't know what that even meant. Oliver did know, so you listened to whatever he told you to do.

Fortunately, your closet had changed too. You put on shorts that were rather tight. Your huge bubbly butt pulling the fabric almost too much. Which made the bulge produced by your chastity cage very evident on the front of your shorts. Your small bulge looking even smaller thanks to the size of your muscles and your height. Were you shorter or scrawnier, it wouldn't be as bad.

Other than putting on socks and running shoes, you only wore your tight shorts to go running. You had wonderful muscles, why would you wear a shirt when you could just... Not?

People looked at you immediately once you were out. Which was inevitable. You were aller than everyone around you, while also being a huge muscular beast. Initially, as could be expected with your physique, admiration came from everyone.

Then they looked at your crotch.

The fabric tense, outlining the shape of the chastity cage. Of how small, so ridiculously small it was. The awe and admiration of the people around you soon turned into sneers and jokes. Many began joining their index and thumb while they looked at you with amused smirks.

The worst part? You could feel your cock trying to get hard, only from the humiliation you were feeling from this experience. But the cage didn't let you, forcing your tiny cock to remain limp and useless.

Instead of returning home, you ended up back at the gym. Oliver was waiting for you his outfit sluttier than yesterday's. Somehow, his bulge looked even bigger than it was yesterday. Your mouth fell slack, drool falling from it. Oliver giggled, slapped your huge ass as a welcome, and made you begin to work out again. He was quite the strict master, so was he.

"Be a good muscle slut, and I'll reward you," He whispered on your ear as you were lifting weights. Someone else was spotting you, someone stronger than Oliver.

You almost dropped the weight with a gasp. But you knew better. No stopping until your huge muscles screamed for relief. No stopping until your arms trembled, until your legs bent in exhaustion. No stopping until your new master allowed you to do so. No pain, no gain...

Hours went, and you used almost every machine. Your masculine musk so intense you could gag when sniffing your own pits.

It was the hottest thing ever.

Back on the locker room, Oliver forced you to shower here. As a matter of public safety, he had said. You stood naked, only wearing your pink cage, as Oliver evaluated you.

"You're growing good. Most would stop now. You could pass for Mr. Olympia, and maybe continue growing naturally on your own pace. But you won't stop, slut. I don't want you to. And know you still want to be bigger. Bigger in ways only magic can help you achieve."

His petite hand cupped your tiny genitals. His thumb caressing the pink plastic cage. Oliver was the perfect twink, and despite being a muscle beast, you were completely powerless to his puny self. A slave of his massive twink cock. You wouldn't change it for the world.

"Tomorrow you'll wear this again," Oliver said, tapping your cage with his index. "You'll grow even more. And I'll grow too. You see, slut, my cock gets all the size you lose. And tomorrow I'll fuck you with your former size plus my own. Don't you love that, you dumbfuck?"

He slapped your ass as he smirked. You didn't have a reply. It was already hard to follow what he was saying and doing to think of anything to say. Thinking was hard for a muscle brute like you...

"But you were good boy today. And good boys get rewards. Get on your knees, big guy! And open your mouth wide..."

You obeyed. There wasn't a world where you would do otherwise. There wasn't a you who wouldn't do what your master says.

Oliver freed his huge cock. Bigger now, because he had taken all the dick size you had traded for muscle. You didn't know how he got your cock size. You didn't care. This life was way better than anything, even if your tiny cock was as tiny as it was now.

Your master allowed you to suck his schlong clean, and you did it with gusto. Your own tiny cock unable to even get hard in it's pink prison. But your cocklet was a fighter, and tried every single instant you were blowing your master to grow erect. A futile pleasure that was driving you crazy.

After swallowing your master's cum, you were allowed to go home. Oliver slapped your bubbly ass as a way of saying goodbye.

Like the previous day, the cage didn't budge. But you only tried once, unlike yesterday. You knew you couldn't cum. Not if you wanted to get bigger. And there was nothing you wanted more.

The following day, as you woke up, the pink chastity cage was waiting for you once again. Your 3 incher free to do as you wanted. But there wasn't a card next to the cage this time. Instead, it was your phone. With an audio ready for you to press play.

"I hope you slept well, my friend. I am sending you this audio, because reading would be too hard for you. Just a reminder: Wear the cage. Put it on now. And you'll grow even more. This is the last day, my friend. Wear your cage. Let your dream come true."

The sound of my voice was so deep, so hypnotic, you had already put the cage on before you even were aware of it. Not because I forced you to. But because it was what you wanted.

A gasp. The change was instantaneous. Less painful, probably because you had grown used to it. Even so, you welcomed the pain. No pain, no gain...

The cage began to constrict. Smaller and smaller. From three inches to only two. From two, to a miserable one inch.

It didn't stop. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Another was terrified, because you didn't know a cock could be even smaller than a single inch.

You began to sweat as you saw your cock dwindle even more. Until it was merely half an inch. You were as hard as you could be, but the cage fell between your legs as you sat on your bed. Your cock too small to hold the cage in place. Although cock wasn't the correct word anymore, was it? It was too small to be called a cock. A peepee, perhaps. Or a clit, if you were feeling especially in need of humiliation. Even a toddler was more hung than you, but unlike them, your peepee would never grow again.

The changes didn't stop, however. Thankfully, perhaps. For a second you were afraid your cock had shrunk this much in exchange of nothing.

Your body lengthened. From your already impressive 6'9" height you went even larger. You stood up as your height increased, stomping towards the full length mirror that had spawned in your room.

You were easily around seven feet tall. Over it, most likely. For a moment you looked skinnier. Had your muscles shrunk? You scratched your temple for a moment. Of course, you hadn't lost any muscle. You were so tall, your weight had redistributed differently. As if you had been stretched out until you reached your newer height.

Yet your muscles were as unhappy with the situation as you were. Heat invaded your body whole, making you sweat immediately until your skin was gleaming like a lake under the sun. Your stink would have made you gag if it wasn't because you loved it.

For the last time, your muscles magically grew larger. Shoulders broadening impossibly. Biceps getting as large as your head. Perhaps even more. Veins so evident, so manly, so sexy. You flexed, your head completely out of the mirror's frame since you were that tall.

Yeah, you were growing huge, boy!

Your arms and hands grew larger. You could feel their weight. You flexed again. As you did so, your pecs went event more forward. So heavy. You popped them as you flexed. They were so huge, bro. You had pecs for days. And your nipples? They were bigger than your cock. Like udders, dude. Maybe not that big, but they did remind you of cows. Haha, cows. Aren't they funny?

The next thing that was different was your stomach. Your defined abs pushed forward too. Ballooning out into your very own roid gut. One you wouldn't be able to hide easily. You almost looked pregnant, bro. Wasn't this hot? To be so obviously muscular? So obviously roided?

Was this what you wanted?

Next, your ass. Already so big, it grew even bigger. You had no business topping anyone, so it made sense for you to make sure your ass was the best iy could be. You were fortunate enough it was the place in your body that stored the little fat you had (your body fat percentage was as low as it could be, to show your muscles better). Giving your ass cheeks a round form over the impressive musculature.

Your thighs were now so ridiculously thick, man. Bigger than many guys' waists. Even some fat guys' waists, dude. Isn't that, like, awesome? You remembered your master, Oliver. One of your thighs was girthier than his whole body. And despite that, you were completely submitted to him!

You smiled stupidly as your calves grew too. Hand't you become a gorgeous roided giant? You certainly had. You patted your roid gut as your feet exploded in size. Only stopping at a men's size 22. You need to go to special stores to buy any shoes at all.

Although that's true for all your clothes. All needed to be custom made. You were too tall, too muscular, to be able to buy anything on a regular store.

You sat in your bed. Your mind growing even emptier. You barely can read. You forgot how to write. A stupid smile on your face as you finally could look at it in the mirror. A broad, squared face. Vacant eyes, slack mouth constantly drooling. Big jaw, manly features. Your neck was so thick too. Thick enough it almost looked like you didn't have a neck at all.

A moron you were. You knew it. A stupid jock who was too in love with growing bigger to be able to think about anything else... Well, except for one thing. You also lived to take cock from your twinkish master. With an ass like yours, it was your duty to the world.

Suddenly, you weren't on your apartment. You didn't have one anymore. You were also younger. Nineteen going to twenty. You had not finished high school, dropping instead at sixteen to dedicate your life to work out, and only that. Was there anything else?

Your construction job you had yesterday? Poof. Gone. You didn't even got to work at it. You now only publish Tik Toks. You have no other job that pays you directly. No, that's not true. You also got an Only Fans. One where you don't show your face, but instead your show your muscles and peepee to the world. It's not very popular, so you barely get anything from it. But your small fan base does love to humiliate you as much as it can, and they're fervently loyal to you.

You barely make any money. But you're not homeless.

Looking around, you are in a mansion. Is not yours but your master's: Oliver. Now, you see it clearly. You were classmates, before you dropped out from high school. He offered you to stay at his home, if you accepted to become his muscle bitch. To allow him to control you completely, while you focus on growing your impressive muscles.

You were a bodybuilding prodigy. Despite not being twenty yet, you had a body older men would nevet be able to achieve.

"There you are!" your Master said. "Let me look at you!"

He was so tiny. So puny. Your Master had to put effort into looking at your face, since he was more than two feet shorter than you. Yet... He was huge betwern the legs. Your Master had almost your entire cock added to his own, and you only had half an inch remaining. He was big where it mattered, as he liked to remind you.

"You're perfect now. You deserve a name. A simple one. A fitting one. No other man is as big as you. No other man can compare. And you are all mine. Yes, you deserve a name. Especially because we are almost late, and the forms require you to have a name."

Your Master took the shiny pink thong from his pocket. You remembered it. He said you would get it when you were ready.

And you are. You are ready now.

"Wear this, Brock. You're a human brick. Hard like a rock, and about as smart as one. Wear this, my muscle bitch. It's time for you to prove yourself to me."

Oliver squeezed your ass cheek, and then crouched. He extended the flexible thong, so you could put your huge foot. Then the other one. Your Master stood up, slowly rising the thong as he straightened. Till he adjusted it around your crotch.

It was such a small piece of fabric. And so tight. It barely covered your tiny peepee and small balls. They were even smaller than yesterday. About the size of mini M&Ms. The pink glittering thong made your ridiculously miniscule genitals so blatant, you almost came on the spot. Your miniature peepee was hard, but it barely made a difference in terms of size.

"Let's go, Brock," Your master said. "We gotta drive to the competition. You'll win the title for me, won't you? You'll be the best bodybuilder. And after you win? Brock, I'll fuck your fat muscular ass until you forget what you're called. Not that it'd be hard with that pigeon brain of yours."

He slapped said ass, and guided you towards the van. An adapted van where tou could actually fit at all.

As he drove towards the body building competition, you knew this was it. Magic had done it's job, and made your dream come true. You were Brock, Oliver's muscle slut, a roided muscular giant with a peanut peepee and the dumbest guy who ever lived.

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Easter Special: Mr. Hexum Chocolate Eggs

Benito and Mike are ordered by Mike's father to go buy chocolate eggs at the last minute. On the store they find a suspicious box of chocolate eggs, that promises wonderful swaps and transformations.

Will the stepbrothers find a way to get along? Or will they try to destroy each other with chocolate tasting magic?

Dedicated to @ollie26684: here I grant your wish of a nerd and a jock swapping traits.

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Cameron's New Neighbor - Part 1

A hot new neighbor moved on Cameron's next door apartment. Cameron thinks Dave, his new neighbor, is the hottest man he's ever seen. So he's greatly surprised to learn that Dave envies Cameron's life in a similar way Cameron envies Dave's.

Dedicated to @cub2bear93

Note: This was originally going to be a one shot, but it got too long, so I decided to make it a multiple parts story.

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Hey I’m Mark I love this tumblr it’s been a secret fantasy to have someone shrink my cock down to barely nothing while theirs grows. I’m rather gifted in that department as I have a 9.5” cock. But part of me is horrified at the idea of it shrinking at all and part of me is turned on by the idea and even by how humiliated it would make me feel. I think I’m ready to take the plunge tho just wish my fantasy could be a reality.

The first thing you must know, is that there's no going back. Thus, unfortunately for you, it's too late to turn back now.

Let's set the scene:

You were on your couch, at night. Laying lazily, phone in hand. Scrolling down Tumblr, hunting out the next story to jerk off. Maybe one where you could insert yourself. One where someone steals your cock size, being powerless to stop it. Scared and horny at once. Humiliated and turned on by the same humiliation.

Your hand was holding your sizable tool. It was truly a beauty of a prick. Half an inch shy of ten inches. You knew you were gifted. You knew you had a blessing most guys would kill for. And yet, a part of you greatly desired to lose it. For another man to take it from you. Maybe one who could actually appreciate it.

Shivers went through your spine as your hand stroke that massive piece of flesh. A smile on your face. You would never lose it, would you? Magic isn't real. A fantasy never hurt anybody, did it?

A knock.

You leapt from your couch. Your hand quickly leaving your erection unattended. Who could it be? Who could be calling at your door at this time of the night?

Open the door.

Feet were moving before you could understand you were walking. Hands unlocking the door, trembling clumsily. You didn't know why, but you felt at once excited and terrified to open the door.

Open it. Open it. Don't be shy.

Slowly, you opened the door. Holding your breath with an anticipation you weren't sure was good or bad.

Disappointment struck you like a kick in the balls. You weren't certain what you were expecting, but certainly you didn't hope to see... Well, him.

It was your neighbor. An middle aged, fat, balding man. In an unhappy marriage, with too many kids, and a face that not even in his youth could have been called handsome.

Unfortunately, you had seen him naked once. He and and his wife didn't close the curtains, and you got to see their quick and unsatisfying attempt at sex. You almost simply stopped being a voyeur as soon as you realized what you were seeing, but something made you stop dead. Your neighbor's penis was everything yours wasn't. It was barely two inches long. While hard. And it wasn't a nice looking one either. Too skinny, with the head being too thick for the body. He was cut too. With heavy big balls, on a wrinkly ballsack.

You had done everything in your hand to forget that incident. But sometimes, on nights you couldn't sleep at all, you remembered it. Your neighbor's tiny cock. The first time you thought about it, you were already jacking off. But instead of stopping from the disgust, you kept going. Fantasizing about your neighbor taking your size for his own benefit.

It will never happen, but a man can dream!

"What is it, Earl?" You asked, trying to keep your tone polite. Yet how vexed you actually felt could easily be perceived, despite your efforts.

"Nothing much, Mark, nothing much," Earl replied with an awkward chuckle, his eyes shining strangely as he looked at you. "I just wanted to ask you for a favor, if you don't mind?"

A sigh left your lips. Your erection, obscene as it was, throbbed inside your pants. Demanding to be relieved. But as long as Earl stayed at your door...

"What favor? What do you need?"

Earl smiled. A weird, wicked looking smile. You gave a step back instinctively. You should close the door. Don't close the door. Shaking your head, you looked at Earl again.

In his hand, he was holding a little device. It reminded you of an old USB stick MP3 player. It had a pink button, and a blue one.

"The favor is really simple, Mark. Really simple," Earl said. "I got this little gift from a mutual friend. Mr. Hexum. A Phallex, he called it. I thought it was a stupid thing, but he showed me how it worked."

Earl stepped forwards, getting inside your home. You hadn't invited him in. He closed the door behind himself.

"It's a miraculous little trinket. Truly very simple," Earl continued. "It allows the transfer of size between two men. But not any type of size. No, no, no. See, Mark, this little device can swap the size of one specific thing: a man's prick. It's in the name: Phall for phallus, and ex for exchange. Phallex, clever, huh?"

You gulped. It had to be a joke, right? A bad, terrible joke. Earl must have hacked your phone. Read about your fantasies. And is trying to prank you with a badly named scifi device.

Yet... He never was a man fond of practical jokes. Earl normally was the dull, boring, inexpensive kind of guy. Stoic not due to a philosophical standing, but out of a performance of dull masculinity. You didn't associate mischievousness with him. Earl was too serious, too angry, too miserable.

It's real, and you know it. It's real... It's real...

"And... Do you want to test that on me?" You guessed, your heart beating faster, your mouth suddenly dry.

"Test it? No, Mark. We're past testing. Mr. Hexum made it clear you had a specific dream. A fantasy. I'm here to help him make it reality. To put you in the exact place you want to be. Making your desired loss into my gain."

You fell on the couch, only then noticing you had been going backwards. Earl stood above you. It was so weird to see him smile. Especially that kind of smile. He was enjoying this.

A pink mist surrounded you both. No way of knowing where it came from. It didn't matter. As if alive, it went up your legs. And in its wake your clothes began to dissolve. Pants, underwear, shirt. All gone. Until you sat naked.

Similarly, Earl was naked too. His tiny two inch erection pointing towards you. And your own massive 9.5 incher was at full mast.

"Say bye to that beauty, Mark!" Earl said, pressing the pink button of the Phallex, pointing towards you.

The feeling was instantaneous. Your cock throbbed, and you felt it compress. The pressure was pleasurable. As if you were fucking a tight ass, only that instead of pressing at the sides, it did it all around your dick.

Yet, it wasn't as easy to observe how your cock changed. Not immediately. But on Earl? Even a little gain was noticeable. Your eyes widened as you saw his little prick grow longer. Thicker.

Before you were able to react, Earl's cock was already on the average size range. Not two inches. Not three. Not even four. But a comfortable, unremarkable five.

Which meant...

Looking again at your own cock, you didn't have nine inches anymore. Instead, it was six and a half inches. Three inches gone with the press of a button. You were still big, but so very close to average.

"What the..." You said, at once horrified, and hornier than you've ever been.

You leapt towards Earl, who had stopped pressing the button, examining his now average cock. It still kept the awkward shape, but it was both longer and thicker. It did seem more balanced than it used to be.

"What are you doing?" Earl asked, taken out his examination by you trying to get the Phallex from out of his hands.

Both of you fell to the ground. Wrestling each other for the magical device.

One thing was a fantasy. But another was to actually experience something. It was indeed hot seeing your cock dwindle. However, it was humiliating to be bested by your neighbor without even trying to retain what is rightfully yours. Indeed, just because you had jacked off to the idea of getting your size stolen, it didn't mean you would just let it happen now that it had jumped from your imagination to reality.

"Get off me! You wanted this!" Earl said, struggling to breathe. His flabby body all around you as the two of you rolled on the floor.

At last, you got it. The Phallex was on your hands. You just needed to reverse what he did and you would get your size back. It was just a matter of pointing at Earl and pressing a button...

As soon as your thumb grazed the pink button, the device disappeared from your hand.

"Silly boy," Earl said, cackling as he struggled to get up. "Mr. Hexum warned me, that although you wanted your size stolen, the idea also terrifies you. He gave me a failsafe. The Phallex is bound to me. Only I can use it. Only I can transfer inches between the both of us."

Your blood grew cold at the revelation. Precum left your cock at the same time. Mouth slack, you were unable to come with any sensible response.

"You know, Mark? I was only going to take three inches. Enough for me to improve my sex life plenty, enough for me to finally satisfy my wife so she doesn't leave me for a hung guy. But you would still have a good size. Most men would be perfectly content with the size you now have... However, after this stunt you pulled... Maybe you don't deserve to have a big cock at all."

"Don't you..." You yelled, not even getting to say 'dare' before Earl pressed the pink button.

The compressing feeling returned. But more intense. Earl was pressing the button with all his might. You immediately looked down. Your cock was slowly dwindling down. You held it with your hand. And you could feel it sliding down your palm.

Six inches. Five, then four. Three... And finally, two.

Earl had completely reversed your sizes. His cock was now nine and a half inches. While yours was barely two. Your fist was too big to jerk off. A tear fell from your eye. A pressure came from your balls, as if you were on the verge of orgasm despite your misery.

"You look wonderful with a peanut dick," Earl said, stroking his new massive tool. "Although don't take my word for it. I ain't a homo like you. Now Linda won't ever be disappointed by my cock again. All thanks to you."

Hands turning into fists, you looked at Earl with determination. You walked towards him, trying to intimidate him.

"Give me my size back!" You demanded.

Too close. You were too close. The tip of Earl's massive prick was touching you. Trapped between your stomach and Earl's hefty gut.

Earl smirked.

"Nah. I don't think I will. At least, not unless you stop that attitude of yours. You are not in control here, Marky boy. I am. I don't take orders from peanut dick losers such as you."

Your cheeks burned with humiliation. He was the peanut dick, not you! Your tiny dick throbbed at the title. I have a peanut dick, now... Biting your lip, you wondered what to do. Was there anything you could do to convince him? Anything you could do to regain your stolen size?

A wave of disgust invaded you. The plan you concocted in that instant almost made you throw up, but it may be the only chance you may get.

Instead of resisting. Instead of wrestling Earl for the Phallex again, you knelt. On your own volition. Before anyone asked you.

Earl raised his eyebrows, then laughed. His free hand cupped your chin, making you look up at him. His face was somewhat obscured by his beer gut. It wasn't a handsome face. It wasn't ugly, either. The best word for it may be uninteresting. Dull. But Earl smug satisfaction and dark disposition made him significantly unappealing in your eyes than he would otherwise be.

"That's better, peanut dick. Maybe, just maybe, if you make me cum I'll let you have some inches back. I've never had a guy suck me off, but there's always a first time for anything. And since it's you, it's even better. I'm so tired of seeing you act as if you're better than me... To think this was all your doing... Had you kept your wish for yourself, you wouldn't need to do this."

His chubby hand caressed your hair with malice. You didn't move. Instead, your hands went to hold Earl's massive schlong.

It truly was a thing of beauty. Regret made your stomach feel heavy. Did you really want to give that size up so badly?

Looking down at your two inches, you were still unsure about the answer. Half of you screamed a frantic no, imploring you to fix this. The other half, however, couldn't experience a higher level of delight.

Sucking Earl off wasn't something you wanted to do. But what choice did you have? You just needed to filter it out your mind. Think of something else. Move mechanically, instinctively, while your brain goes elsewhere.

Of course, that was easier said than done. Earl's cock was so big now. His cock head still was bigger than the body, even if it was more balanced now than when he was the one with a cocklet. You needed to pay attention if you wanted to get that big cock head inside your mouth.

Swallowing your saliva, you began to work. Extending your jaw downwards as far as it could go to make place for your neighbor's cock.

You didn't expect it to taste so good. Opening your eyes, you saw the pink mist had returned. Had it changed the taste of Earl's skin, or simply your perception of it? Whatever the case it was a kindness. A twisted, ironic kindness. One that was pointless to complain about, yet felt too demeaning to be like it.

Fortunately, Earl was as horny as you were. Maybe the pink mist was helping you. It was caressing the parts of Earl's cock your mouth couldn't cover. It was massaging the sagging man, hardening Earl's pale nipples. The mist was playfully playing inside Earl's asshole. Most likely reaching for the middle aged man's prostate.

Once Earl closed his eyes, as he was about to cum, you acted swiftly. Moving your hand towards the Phallex, you tried to press one of the buttons. You knew the pink one had shrunk your cock, thus, the blue button may make it grow.

Your finger almost pressed it. You were grazing it with the tip of your finger, when Earl moved the Phallex away as if burned. All while filling your mouth with his heavy, thick cum.

Once his cumming ceased, he pushed you away. Disillusioned as you were, you fell on your ass, not making an effort to remain kneeling.

"What a naughty boy you are," Earl said, crossing his arms. Chuckling. "You really had to try and trick me, huh? How stupid can you be? It wouldn't have worked, Mark. I was ready to give you back some size. I truly was. I know what it is to have a small cock. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, even on arrogant assholes such as you. But you don't deserve my mercy. You deserve to be punished. You deserve the exact life you wished for."

He pressed the pink button again, to your dismay. Your eyes widened as your peanut dick diminished even further. In all this while it had grown thinner, but not much so. It was mostly getting compressed. And now, it kept going closer and closer to your crotch. It wasn't becoming a pencil dick. It was mostly getting shorter and shorter.

Until... You only had half an inch out. Less than that. And only because you were hard. It was clear that, once your cock softened... You would have an innie.

The idea was horrifying. Yet you felt your balls (also reduced in size) contract up, as if clenching from excitement. A grunt left your mouth as your button dick came undone. A meager, miserable amount of cum barely shooting outwards. Although shooting was too strong of a word to describe it.

"Look at that," Earl said, with a wicked smile. "I didn't know anyone could still cum with such a miserable excuse for a dick. It ain't even a cock anymore, is it? Is a male clit. A tiny button of flesh."

Your cocklet softened after that. And as you predicted, and as Earl had said, it looked like a button. Barely a small fraction of the head showed. You couldn't even stroke it with two fingers. Not even when it was still hard would you have been able to stroke it. The only way to stimulate your man-clit would be massaging around it, for your penis was almost entirely an internal organ now.

The pink mist returned, one last time. Yours and Earl's clothes were neatly folded over your coffee table. Shoes close to them, on the floor. The mist cleaned the sad excuse for cum that had left your button dick. And then it faded away.

"One last thing, Mark," Earl said as he got his clothes back. "Only the same Phallex device can restore the original cock sizes between two men. Using anything else won't return your inches back. I confirmed it with Mr. Hexum. Only I have the power to grow your cock back to what it was, if I ever fancied it. No other magic, nor science, can restore what you lost."

Then, making sure to look at you in the eyes as he did it, he dropped the device on the floor and stomped on it with all his weight. You were already on all fours, trying to stop Earl's foot from doing what you feared he intended to do.

You were too late.

There, your last hope of recovering your blessed huge cock, lay broken into pieces. Impossible to repair, impossible to restore. You were stuck with an innie-cock forever. No matter what you tried to do. No matter where you sought for aid.

Earl's laughter could be heard as he left your residence. As you sat on the ground, lost in your delightful despair.

Days later, you looked at Earl fucking his wife through the window again. Your stolen size being used better than you ever got the chance to. His cock was almost a foot long. You didn't have half an inch. That night, alone in bed, you did your best to make your miserable excuse for a cock cum. And while you succeeded, it was mostly from the humiliation of the act rather than the stimulation of your fingers.

This was the life you wanted. This was what you wished for. And that was your existence for the rest of time, until the day you died.

mrhexumtfs

Trapped

Bill makes a favor to his boyfriend Douglas, and speaks with Douglas' younger brother Jonny to dissuade him of his incel and right wing views.

Things take a turn for the worse, however, the following day...

Inspired by this Reddit post.

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I've met this guy from the UK, chav Kai. He's a total scallt and my type. And he just sent me this package from jd with some kinda trackies in it? What'd you think would happen if i tried them on?

The package wasn't just from JD alone. In fact, the products inside were from a collaboration between JD's clothing line and Hexum Industries.

Which explains the pink box with the JD logo, now currently in your hands. Normally they just use a simple cardboard box.

You had told Kai that the package had arrived. Immediately, he sent you a link for Zoom through the Tumblr chat. Pressing the link, you were soon able to see his face.

How hard he could make you... It was almost embarrassing how much of an effect Kai had on you.

He was a total chav. The way he spoke... The way he wrote! It made it so obvious he wasn't a cultured man. Sometimes you even wondered if English was truly his first language, despite him being native to the UK.

Kai was a complete idiot. A dumbass with no parallel. Yet believed himself to be the smartest guy around. He was so confident, it tempted you to just accept whatever nonsense he spewed as gospel. After all, he loved to reward you. You still remember the dick pic he sent you. Unkempt, wild reddish and blond pubes, pale thighs at the bottom of the picture. Low hanging balls. And a huge dick. Girthy, slightly curved to the left, and uncut.

It was a porn star kind of cock. Almost too big to be real... More than once you had dreamed of it. Of flying to the UK, kneeling in front of Kai just to worship such an exquisite prick...

Now, regrettably, you weren't facing his wonderful cock. But his smug face. He had a Burberry cap on. Wss also wearing a fake Lacoste polo, and a tracksuit jacket over it. He was smoking. He always was.

"I was like... Waiting for ya to get m'gift, bruv? And, like, now ya got it. So open it, bruv. They're proper clothes, check 'em out." he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, as he looked at you. "Be a good lad and rush. I'm sure you'll look proper fit, honest!"

Wasn't his accent so hot?

You opened the box, finding a gray tracksuit, black t-shirt, white Adidas socks, white sneakers and a silver chain. As well as gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

These weren't the kind of clothes you normally wore. Yet you recognized them. It was the kind of fashion a chav such as Kai would sport every day. It made you hold your breath with awe and excitement.

After all, you weren't a chav yourself. You were American. You were educated, currently doing a post grad. A life built for wealth and success... Completely unlike a chav's, who merely tried to imitate wealth without ever succeeding. Perhaps that's what made this so special. Perhaps that's what made this feel like the greatest gift you had ever gotten.

Because a proper chav was welcoming you. Allowing you to pretend, if for a second, that you were one of them.

It didn't matter there was a whole ocean between you and all the real chavs. You had always fancied them. You loved how they looked, how they spoke. Their vulgar and lower class simplicity. The abundant stupidity of their appearance, yet always enhanced by a certain masculinity that was so unique to them.

How many times had you fantasized about becoming one of them? Alone, at night, only accompanied by your trusty hand? You even loved imagining the dehumanizing way wealthier people would treat you, or think of you, were you to become a proper chav.

Meeting Kai, thusly, had always felt like a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it gave you an opening to see the world like a chav could and did. But it was a curse too, because it reminded you how you'd never be one of them.

This package? This gift? It was the nicest thing Kai could have ever done for you.

"Don't stand there lookin' thick, luv!" Kai said, interrupting your musings with a laugh. "Get off yer clothes! Let me take a proper look at ya! Then, you'll try 'em clothes on. Model them for me. How does that sound, bruv? It'll be a proper time, innit?"

Cheeks heated up as you nodded.

This was different to anything you had done before. One thing was to send and receive pics. But to get undressed in front of him? Sure, it was through a zoom meeting, but it felt so... Meaningful. So trascendental. Like this marked a before and after on your relationship with Kai. Were you truly ready for this?

You knew you would obey him. Not only because you wanted to. But also because you loved the idea of this ignorant sexy man giving you orders. A complete reversal of the real order of things. Were this in person, most would see you as above him.

No one had to know what you did in private.

First you shirt went off. A nice button up. It looked nice on you. Made you look professional.

Then the pants. Fancy dress pants. Somehow you knew they wouldn't look fancy at all if Kai was the one wearing them. Class and the features of his face were like water an oil. They repelled each other quite strongly.

Socks went next. You made sure to raise your feet up, so he got a view of how the nice dark fabric slid down your skin. Doing so for both feet.

Finally, your underwear. There was no reason not to get it off. He had already seen your dick before. And, besides, you were so hard right now that it was pointless to hide how excited you were from this. The bulge was so prominent enough it was impossible for Kai not to notice it.

Thus, you were naked. Kai was nodding, obviously appreciating the view. He was taking a drag from his cigarette.

"What a view, bruv. Yer a proper lookin' lad, so you are," he said, after exhaling the smoke. "Why don't ya turn around so I get to see ya whole, hmm? Gotta enjoy the view since I can't touch ya from here."

Biting your lip, you obliged.

You didn't go too fast. Allowing Kai some time to inspect your naked body. He whistled in approval, clearly enjoying this whole experience.

"The clothes, bruv. Try 'em on. It'll be like yer a proper chav like me. Promise ya that," he said, with a smile that should have made you pause.

Yet whatever hesitation or suspicion you may have had was utterly silenced by your horniness. The idea of becoming a chav, even if only as a role playing thing, was simply too arousing to ruin it with any kind of cynicism. Kai obviously couldn't have any ill intentions. What could he even do to you when he was on a completely different continent?

You took the Calvin Klein briefs. Were they real? Honestly, you couldn't say. They had to be new, right? But there were some flaws on the manufacturing that made you question that perhaps... Oh, who cared? This was about immersion, not perfect logic. So what if they were fake? Or if they were badly made? It would make the idea of becoming a chav all the more authentic.

Right?

They slid easily in place. Hugging your bottom very nicely. Playful, you moved your hips, showing your now clothed ass to the camera as you moved it from right to left.

And as you did so, your ass changed.

Both ass cheeks were inflating. Pushing the fabric outwards. It made you stop in shock. Looking at your own image on the zoom call, you witnessed your butt cheeks swelling. Until they were round, perfectly spherical. You now had an undeniable bubble butt. One of the nicest you've ever seen.

"This doesn't make any sense! What's happening to my butt...?" you asked, in shock. Was this a prank? Had Kai sent you boxer briefs with inflatable padding, or something of the sort?

A quick check was enough to prove that hadn't been the case. On the contrary, your butt had simply grown on its own. How? You had no explanation. Kai seemed awfully calm about it. Was he responsible? Or were you just imagining it?

Changes hadn't stopped however. For suddenly the briefs weren't as tight as they had become instant ago. You checked you ass, to see if the swelling had diminished to any degree, but no. Your new bubble butt remained unchanged.

That meant...

Looking at your bulge, you were devastated. As quickly as your ass had grown, your cock and balls were dwindling away! Hooking your thumbs on the waistband, you checked the damage. Whatever you had between your legs was not what you were familiar with. It was so small! An uncut tiny cock. Tiny even though it was as hard as it could be. It couldn't be more than three inches. Part of you feared it was closer to two!

And your balls? They had also shrunk. The whole ball sack higher and tighter. As if they had never dropped at all.

"Don't worry, bruv!" Kai said, with a grin that made you shudder. "I like my lads with tiny pricks. Makes 'em love my huge hog even more. Every one of 'em love to be dwarfed by me, honest!"

Shouldn't you be upset? Part of you was sure you should have. Yet Kai's words had made your devastation disappear as if it had never been there. Plus, it didn't matter how big your cock was. What mattered was how you used it. And since you liked guys like Kai to be in control... Well, you didn't need to use it for much beyond cumming.

No one needs a big cock for that. If anything, it may be easier to cum now than ever before...

"Put on the trousers now, luv!" he instructed, giving another drag to his cigarette.

Smiling... Because you were smiling for some reason, you followed his order. Taking the gray sweatpants, you put them on. Making sure the camera of your laptop was angled in such a way Kai could see you do it without any obstruction.

At first glance, the pants looked too big. Or maybe just too long? You just knew they wouldn't fit right. Not enough to complain. After all you were grateful that Kai had thought about giving you clothes to live your fantasy of being a chav. Even if just for pretend. If he had gotten the wrong measurement, it was an honest and easily forgivable mistake.

Yet, as you put them on... They seem to fit just right. It didn't make much sense, compared with the pants your had earlier. This pair was clearly longer and...

Why did the room feel smaller?

Checking your legs again, they looked longer. The fancy pair of pants... Of trousers look too small for you now.

Your legs weren't just longer, however. They had a really nice shape now. The shape of a man who plays soccer... No, football every weekend with his friends... Nice, well toned muscle, filled in the best of ways. Your thighs were just thick enough for your massive butt to make sense.

"What a sight, bruv. Yer shaping just right. Go on now. Get the shirt on, mate!" Kai said, distracting you again from your thoughts.

And so you put on the t-shirt. Immediately your physique began to change underneath. Lean, but in shape. Your pecs protruding enough to be considered as such. The t-shirt was tight, showing the trim shape of your torso exactly as it was now.

A sure bet was to say you spine had lengthened. The room looked smaller again. How tall were you now? Somehow you felt you had to be 6'1" feet tall. Maybe a bit more. Definitely not less.

Kai didn't let you get distracted with how much you had grown. He reminded you to keep putting on the clothes he had sent you. And so, you put on the jacket of the tracksuit. As you did, your arms changed. Although still lean, as the rest of your body, they filled with muscle. The muscles of a real man... The muscles of a working lad...

It was funny. Normally you would describe yourself as skinny. That wasn't inaccurate now. But, it was different. Now you were toned too. Trim. Like a man who wasn't just thin, no. You were strong. You were masculine. And you knew how to use these lean muscles when the occasion called for it.

Next were the socks. Kai reminded you. What would you do without him? He was so good at giving orders. It was so easy to just obey him, to just do whatever he wanted. Even if it was obvious. You were getting dressed, and your feet were still bare. Of course you needed your socks! But you hadn't thought about it yet. Not until he said to put them on.

Then the sneakers. They looked so much bigger than your usual shoes. In fact, they were next to each other. The sneakers were easily three sizes bigger. Surely they wouldn't fit? They had to be too big... There was no other possibility...

You hadn't given any of your measurements to Kai, now that you thought about it. Why had he bought you clothes? There was something weird about that, wasn't there? Then again, maybe he was just being nice... Kai always knew what to do... Why assume any ill intent?

Somehow, despite your scepticism, the sneakers were the right fit. They were huge, and yet... They weren't too big. If anything they felt a little snug. Well, you just had to break them in! All shoes were a bit snug at the beginning, weren't they?

"Yer almost ready, luv!" Kai said, as he finished his cigarette. "Only one thing left. Only one thing until you look like a proper chav!"

You laughed. Oh, how much you wanted to believe him! But you knew things didn't work that way. Clothes didn't make the man despite the saying. Your hair certainly was too dapper for that. Your eyes looked too intelligent. And you were healthy. Never smoked. Never drank. This was all pretend. Nothing more.

You took the chain in your hands. It was a nice one. Not something you'd consider using if it weren't for Kai's kindness and encouragement. Looking at the image of your face, as well as Kai's, on the screen of your laptop, you decided to put the chain on.

Eyes widened as soon as you did. It was unbelievable! Your face began to shift almost immediately! So did your hair!

The face was masculine, yet young. Younger than you were, at least. Not that you were old, at twenty three. You just felt younger, as if you had just turned twenty recently. The irises of your eyes had also changed. They were lighter now. Green? Blue? Maybe Gray? It didn't matter. Whatever color they now sported, it wasn't the usual brown you had grown up with.

Your new beard was something you felt proud of. Although, in your heart of hearts, you knew you shouldn't be. It clearly wasn't full, and it would take a lot of time to look like a proper beard. If ever. But it didn't matter how wispy your facial hair was. It was a way lf showing how manly you truly were. That was more valuable than anything.

As for your hair? You now had a fade. On the sides and the back. All the length was at the top. Still short, mostly messy. And you thought it was lighter too. Closer to blond than to black, even if it was still brown.

Overall, you were unrecognizable. Even to your own eyes, you didn't look like the American doing a post grad. But like the a regular chav from the UK. If you sat next to Kai at a pub, no one would see anything worth paying attention.

It was impossible to help the smile forming on your face. Your teeth! They were different too! Slightly crooked, not as white. They did look healthy overall, but in a more natural way. A guy with such teeth probably never needed braces.

"Woah, bruh! Look at that. I'm a proper chav now, innit?" you claimed, ecstatic.

Only to cover your mouth in shock. What was that? You hadn't intended to speak like a chav! In fact, any time you had tried to use the accent before—always alone—you did multiple and obvious mistakes. Your accent now was identical to Kai's!

Even the register was different. Deeper. Slower. Rumbly. With a lazy, almost clumsy way of saying each word.

"Bloody hell! Is that me voice, bruv?" you asked, looking at the screen, looking at the ever smiling Kai for any sort of explanation.

"It is, luv. So it is," he said, as if he was the wisest of men. "Exactly what ya wanted, I'm sure. To become one of the lads! And that I did, so I did."

Although the marvel you were feeling was great, that still gave you pause. What did he mean? How could he have done this? Magic wasn't a real thing, so it's not like...

Wait. Why were you denying magic's existence? You looked completely different! You sounded completely different! In no way you could recognize yourself anymore. No one could!

And... Why was it so hard to think about anything? Something here was fishy. It had to be. You just couldn't figure it out. A part of you knew it had to be obvious, yet any time the conclusion felt on your grasp, it just seemed to promptly fly away out of your reach.

"The package, me dafty!" Kai said, with a chuckle. "That's what changed ya, luv. I chose the clothes meself. It was like so great too. This clerk bloke told me I needed to see these magical clothes. That they'd 'life changing' or whatever. Didn't believe 'em. Why would I? But cheap it was, so I bought' em. Cheaper than any other clothes I e'er bought, bruv. And now I saw how it made you into a chav just like me! Well, almost... Couldn't have me fella be any smarter than me, could I, luv?"

Just like him...

No. That couldn't be true! Sure, the idea of becoming a chav was hot. But as long as it was skin deep. The way Kai described the transformation... It didn't sound so superficial. If your intelligence was on the line...

Your stomach plummeted. You were proud of your smarts. Of your effort, of your education. The idea of losing them was hot, certainly. But only as a fantasy. Actually experiencing it was a other matter entirely.

But were you really dumber? Perhaps Kai was just being cheeky. Laughing at your needless panic. There had to be a way of turning back right? There was no way Kai had transformed you permanently without asking you. And he had no way of telling of you were any stupider... Or did he? You couldn't be sure.

This had to be a role playing thing. It simply had to be.

"Don't worry, bruv. Don't stress that smooth brain of yers. Yer too thick now. And it's only going to get worse. Betcha ya don't even remember a thing 'bout what you've studied, huh?" Kai's voice was trying to be soothing, but they only felt chilling.

"I do remember!" you yelled, yet your deeper voice sounded uncertain. "I studied for years, bruv. Years! I ain't so thick as you say... I'm proper smart, I am! Like, for example..."

Suddenly your mind was blank. You couldn't remember a thing of what you've studied. Not even the basics. Even the most introductory of lectures had completely been erased from your brain.

You stepped back, unable to say a word. Eyes widened in panic. This couldn't be! You were smart! You were educated!

But were you?

Memories of going to college were quickly disappearing from your mind. The idea of doing a post grad was ridiculous. Not only because you were too young, but also because you couldn't even recall finishing high school anymore. Did you? Honestly you couldn't tell.

You just knew you didn't study for your A levels... Wait a minute! You weren't British! You'd never even have the chance to try those tests! Instead you had to... As all Americans, you had to...

What did you had to do? What did you do?

"Fuck, bruv! I can't... I can't remember shite," you said. "It's like I never went to college, bruv. What did ya do to me?"

"What ya wanted, luv," Kai replied, laughing. "Didn't ya say it? How hot ya thought us chavs were. How hot it'd be to become one of us. There's no point on complaining, mate. This is yer life now."

"That's not... It can't be true, bruv! It just can't!"

Your voice didn't sound convincing at all. It was hard not to simply believe was Kai was saying. Of course you liked the idea of being a chav. But only when it was a fantasy, when there weren't any real consequences. When you wouldn't lose everything just to embody this erotic drea..

"But it is, luv. Proper truth, I swear," Kai replied, taking a final drag of his cigarette, and then blowing the smoke towards the camera. "I can prove it, even. Try to tell me yer name. Just try. I assure ya, you won't remember it."

A smile formed on your lips. Of course you remembered your name. It was... It was... What was it?

"It's Jayden, bruv. It is now, that is," Kai said. "Suits ya. A good name for a proper chav such as yerself."

You shook your head. That wasn't your name! It couldn't be...

Yet every time you tried to remember your real name, none other appeared. Only Jayden. Your surname was different too. Something common. Something a working class lad could have that would not raise anyone's eyebrow.

"This can't be! It's not me name, bruv! I ain't a chav for real! It's the clothes, bruv! Just the clothes! I'm a smart fella! I'm American, bruv!"

It was almost worth a face palm. Until now you hadn't been able to think about removing your new clothes. You were transformed from wearing them. It was only logical that removing them would reverse the effects. Or so you sorely hoped.

Perhaps you hadn't thought about it because they were so comfortable... As if they were made for you to wear... As if it was the proper thing for you to wear... Why would you want to go back to your stuffy clothes?

No! That wasn't what you truly believed in! You had to take these clothes off. Pronto. There was no other way of returning to your original self.

"Just try, luv," Kai said, with a smirk that should be infuriating yet you couldn't help but find ridiculously hot. "Just try..."

Your hand immediately went to your pants trousers. You tried to pull them down and...

You weren't at home anymore.

In fact, you weren't even standing. Suddenly you were at the driver's seat of a car. How did you even get it in here? And when? It was so dark out. That didn't make sense. The sun was still up just a moment ago.

Kai's window showed it was night where he lived... Maybe...

No! That couldn't be it. You couldn't be suddenly transported to the UK, right? That was impossible. You were, like... How far was the US from the UK? It wasn't something you could remember, but at least you knew there was like a sea in between... Or was something else? Maybe a desert? That couldn't be right...

Bloody hell it was difficult to think!

Thankfully, the car was parked. Your level of agitation most certainly would have made you crash, otherwise. The question was: where were you? And why were you in this car?

It wasn't a nice car. Not only because it was dirty, with rubbish everywhere while also having an obnoxious cigarette smell. But also because the car looked old, and cheap. Something that had to be inherited, or bought second hand.

Looking outside, you were in the parking lot of an apartment building. Of a council state, to be precise. With a gulp, you left the car, wondering how would you get back home.

Or even if there was a home to return to.

Feeling lost, you leaned on the car. Your car, since you had the keys for it. It was locked now. It was your doing.

Not thinking about anything at all, you surprised yourself once you lighted a cigarette. Your new body was so used to the move, it hadn't required a conscious thought at all. It was almost scary.

Am I even myself? I can't recall a thing... Just Jayden, bruv... I'm just Jayden...

Such a thought made you crave the soothing feeling smoking gave. Closing your eyes, you surrendered yourself to this addiction an hour ago you would have not partaken in at all.

It felt so natural now.

"Oi! Jayden, luv! Why are ya all alone here, bruv? Let's go home, I need that mouth of yers on my prick," Kai said, standing next to you.

Kai... He was... Next to you.

That's impossible! He was in England and you... You... Where were you supposed to be? You knew you weren't British! That you weren't truly a chav! There had to be a way of...

His hand caressed your cheek. Your knees weakened, your eyes lost on the vulgar charm of his features. How handsome was he! How wonderful was he! Why would you be upset about him being close?

You were the best of mates. He was the love of your life. Shouldn't you be happy he's here with you? That he's generous enough to love you back?

"Kai..." you said, a stupid smile blooming on your face while a smirk appeared on his.

"Yes, it is me, ya dunce! Now let's go home, luv. I need yer pretty lips on my prick, not sucking a fag."

A part of you still thought about the other meaning of that last word. But as he guided you upstairs, you couldn't remember what it was supposed to be. No bother! It wasn't ike you were a smart guy, anyways. Kai probably knew. He always knew better than you did.

The apartment wasn't a surprise. Almost spartan due to how bare it looked. No decorations, minimal furniture. The only visible luxuries were a big TV, with a PS5 you and Kai were still paying with your job as binmen, as well as an old laptop with a just finished zoom call. Yet there wasn't a sofa, just two plastic chairs. There was some rubbish around, mostly boxes from takeout and used beer cans.

The bedroom wasn't any better. It was so messy. It smelled so bad... Yet how familiar and, thusly, comforting that felt! Dirty clothes everywhere, more beer cans, old gay porn magazines scattered on the floor. And the bed? Didn't have a frame. The sheets weren't properly in place.

They smelled like cum and sweat. And smoke. The best smells in the world, if anyone were to ask you!

"We're pigs," you said. It wasn't a complaint, nor a celebration. A simple statement of the facts. A declaration that felt almost too important for how simple it had been.

Kai looked at you with amusement.

"If it bothers ya, luv, ya can always act like a maid and tidy up. I'm chuffed with how things are, bruv. This is how men live proper. I won't move a finger to change a thing."

"It'd be bollocks, luv," you agreed, nodding with a dopey grin.

"So it is," Kai said, holding your face. "Now get in yer knees, and show me what that pretty mouth of yers can do."

And you did. You so did.

---

A week later, when you arrived home, you couldn't help but be remknded this hadn't always been your life. There had been a time when you weren't a dumb chav. You had been an intelligent American man, one who had dignity and a future.

That life was completely gone now. You had barely remembered it had happened this whole week. Since blowing Kai's cock that first night, you had not thought about who you used to be once. Not until now.

You should be frightened. You should be furious. You were about to be somebody, but now...

Now you're Kai's bruv. You're Kai's obedient pet. Always ready to please him, always ready to suck his huge dick (so much bigger than your own, which you loved), always ready to shag no matter the circumstance. Your ass was made to be claimed. So Kai said, and if he did, it had to be true.

Whoever you were before, it didn't exist anymore. You're now just Jayden. You always were and you always will be. Jayden, a dumb chav, destined to a life of poverty and ignorance. And a worshipful lover of Kai.

This was your biggest dream, back then. And now, it was also your truth. Until the day you died, and perhaps even beyond that.

But for now, you had to rest. The work day had been long, and you knew Kai would return. Horny and ready to use you as he liked.

You had wished for this, and you were too dumb to regret it.

misctf

End of Summer

The end of summer was always bittersweet for Jason, who had spent the summer between his semesters lifeguarding at his hometown’s pool. It would only be a week before he returned to the busy life of a college student, and the pool closing for the season often signified that transition. Although bittersweet, Jason just appreciated that he was able to keep his job. When the pool changed owners, he was worried that the new owner might not rehire him for the season. But Mr. Galvin seemed happy to hire him for the summer. And when Jason saw how much he was being offered, he was more than happy to sign his contract. The young lifeguard sighed as he finished locking up the main gates and headed towards his boss’s office to return the keys.

“Alright Mr. Galvin, it’s been real.” Jason said, handing the keys to his boss, a middle-aged man with graying hair and piercing blue eyes. Jason always felt uneasy around the man, but he was just happy to have a job, “Thanks for the lifeguarding gig this summer. I appreciate it.”

Mr. Galvin nodded, “Well of course, and Jason you did such an excellent job. I’m excited to see how you do in the fall.” He looked over at the clock on the wall and smiled.

Jason raised an eyebrow. That was a pretty weird thing to say if he was being honest, “With school?” Jason asked.

Mr. Galvin chuckled, “No with your new job. The new season starts in just a minute.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m not starting a new...” Jason froze as he felt a sudden tingle run through his entire body, which was quickly followed by an intense heat. He groaned in discomfort and fell to his knees, gripping his abdomen.

“Oh Jason, did you not read the contract?” Mr. Galvin said, standing up from his desk. He watched as Jason rolled over, groaning as his muscles contracted, “Summer is over and I don’t really need a lifeguard anymore. But I do need someone to tend to the orchard for the fall season.”

Jason grabbed at his shirt and ripped it off, basking in the cool room air as his body overheated. He groaned as he felt a bubbling in his stomach and grabbed his abs. It felt like his entire body was convulsing- each muscle tightening and contracting. And then, he let out the loudest belch that he ever had. If his frat bros heard, they would’ve high-fived him, but in this situation, Jason was too confused to celebrate.

“Wh-what the hell is happening to me?” He groaned, another loud belch filling the room. It felt like his body was starting to fill with air.

Mr. Galvin didn’t reply, only watching as Jason’s muscle started to grow. His pecs, biceps, triceps, and back all seemed to fill with muscle. And it didn’t stop. As Jason continued to belch, his musculature grew and expanded. The young man was horrified as he felt his body grow against his will. His lean swimmer’s build was slowly becoming that of a body builder's.

“You’re turning out so well so far.” Mr. Galvin remarked, watching closely as Jason’s muscular physique began to fill with fat.

His abs became covered in a thick layer of firm fat, while his pecs jiggled with the extra fat. Jason would disagree though and as he gripped his thicker abdomen, he felt tears well up in his eyes. He was proud of his swimmer’s build. This physique- while certainly bigger- was not built for swimming. His body seemed more built for hard labor.

“What *burp* is this?” Jason let out another burp as his stomach continued to expand.

“I guess you didn’t read that contract all too closely.” Mr. Galvin remarked, “But I need some help on the orchard. And now that summer is over and I no longer need a lifeguard, I’m hopeful that we can get you to fit your new role as a farmhand.”

“A farmhand?” Jason’s eyes widened as he watched some of his golden locks fall from his head, “But... college?”

Mr. Galvin shook his head and walked up to Jason, “No more college Jason. Just working on the orchard. Just a smelly, stupid farmhand that follows directions.”

Jason wanted to protest, but a voice from inside his head prevented him from doing so, “Jus’ a stoopid smelly worker boy.” The voice said, chuckling. It was a beckoning voice, slow and dumb, but welling up from deep within his mind. And Jason was confused. Where did that voice even come from? He was a college student- successful in his classes. He had aspirations. So where did this dumb internal voice come from? But before he could think it through even more, an intense itchiness erupted throughout his body. Hair sprouted from his clean shaven chest and face, rapidly growing and spiraling down his abdomen. His arms were no exception and Jason felt his heart sink as he gazed at his new hairy body.

“God darnit!” Jason shouted, his eyes widening at the sound of his voice. It was deeper, slower- resembling that of the voice in his head, “Naw way! This ain’t happenin’!” He let out another belch and then another.

With each belch, Jason felt like he was losing something. His thoughts seemed to slow down and the situation was becoming too complex for his brain to handle. It just didn’t make any sense. Was he ever a lifeguard or a college student? How do you go from one of those things to a farmhand? What exactly was real? Jason’s brain was starting to hurt more as he tried to think through this problem. But as he looked at himself and felt his new body, he struggled to rationalize that he had been anything else prior to this.

“Like I ‘member bein’ ah smart guy.” Jason remarked, “An’ college an’ stuff. But that ain’t whut ahm now.” He belched again and let out a dim chuckle, “Ah do like farmin’ though!” He said confidently as memories and knowledge on how to take care of the orchard filled his mind. All remnants of Jason’s prior life were squeezed into the far recesses as new knowledge invaded his mind.

Mr. Galvin nodded, satisfied with his new worker. Jason might not be the smartest tool in the box, but he was a good worker- always making the extra effort... one of the only things that Mr. Galvin felt was appropriate to leave behind. And with the start of the fall season and getting the orchard ready, Mr. Galvin was satisfied with the end result. Jason for his part remained a strong worker, enjoying his time out in the orchard. On occasion he would remember his life prior to being a simple farmhand, but he could barely make much sense of it. And what he did remember scared him. And so as the fall season came to a close, he was more than happy to renew his contract.

bigwishes

Im seeing more and more "red pilled" tf blogs popping up or "red pilled" muscle worship blogs popping up.

Ive reported and blocked 3 today, I want to make something some clear here, maga / right wingers fuck off. Do not follow me do not engage with me or dm me.

Sexualising masculinity is one thing, its fine, its healthy, sexualising actual nazis and nazi linked behaviour is another,

> oh but its just a fetish

> oh but its just role play

> i just think the aesthetics are hot

> i just have a slave / humiliation kink

> Im gay but im not part of the lgbt community

Let me be clear, these are people who actively want queer people DEAD, this includes you maga dick chasing fags. These men that you idealise literally joke about torturing people like you behind closed doors, fuck not even behind closed doors. If you think that being masc, a gym bro and a more traditional man is gonna shield you from their judgement it wont, if they gained power tomorrow theyd bring back the gay panic law and would shoot you dead without a thought.

Queer people (not just gay men ALL QUEER PEOPLE) have had to fight for their rights, they have literally died at the hands of men like theses so you can be open about who you are. I dont know if its that a lot of younger gay men in america have gotten the luxary of the world set up for them by queer elders that makes them act like this, but as a guy who comes from a country where gay marriage wasnt legal when i was a teenager and queer people had a lot of issues when living together and I marched for my rights, I was part of the campaigns...

YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING EMBARRASSED TO SAY YOU FIND ANYTHING MAGA IS HOT.

Maga gays think only white men should have rights (<- actual words of a reported post)

Well ill one up em and say I think nazi cunts should be fucking scared to go outside!!

NAZI / MAGA CUNTS FUCK OFF

mystrangetfs

Shop Exchange - Chav and weight gain ai sequence.

Shane smirked as he walked around the dingy little corner shop, it had become his daily ritual to go in and pocket whatever he fancied before heading to his mates house. The fat indian clerk, Vikram would just stare at him never even attempting to stop him. Shane thought Vikram was pathetic, old, smelly, obese and barely able to stand behind the counter without sweating, it was why Shane has chosen this place to steal from so regularly. Shane looked down and had a sudden craving for chocolate he grabbed a large expensive bar and started sliding it into his bag even as Vikram waddled behind.

"Stop that or I call police!" Vikram said in broken English

"Fuck off you fat, old cunt" Shane spat back

mystrangetfs

A Quick fix -Muscle Theft and Weight gain ai sequence

I have been having lots of fun with Ai and have been creating lots of transformations but don't have time to write so I thought I would share one that I made, with a very quick caption. These were inspired by a very old story I read, that has always stuck with me.

Clive had been going to the gym for months now and had seen barely any results. Instead he only found himself getting sweaty and getting sniggered at by other patrons around him. That's when he decided to hire Payton, he had the body of a god. Defined abs, big biceps, cute round bubble butt and thick muscular legs, he was the whole package and he knew it. Often he would strut around shirtless and the women would swoon and the men would stare enviously. He had worked for a best part of a decade to achieve his body, but Clive didn't plan on working for that long. Payton barely even looked up at his phone as Clive approached him in the locker room. "Errr Payton. I wanted to get a body like yours. I would be willing to pay?" Payton didn't even look up "300 dollars for -" Clive didn't even let him finish before exclaiming "Deal!"

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mrhexumtfs

I just want to be bigger and older, a body my boyfriend can REALLY climb all over and submit to.

You're quite fortunate I'm not a genie, my friend. It could have been so easy to take your words to the most logical of extremes... Twist them into something that clearly wasn't what you intended, despite following your petition to the letter.

But there's no need to cruel after you made such an earnest wish. After all, who wouldn't love to be a huge man who's respected and adored?

Especially when it's so easy to give it to you...

---

You just had gotten home. Tired, yet happy you would get some time to rest... Alongside your boyfriend.

He was a great man. In all aspects. A wonderful personality and sense humor. Great talent for anything related to sex. And he clearly adored you. Still, he was huge: towering, muscular and hung. Some may say he was the perfect man. You the first among them. In regular circumstances, you wouldn't change a thing about him.

Conversely, you were rather average or even tiny next to him. Not that tall, rather slim. And your cock wasn't that much to boast about. Not that your boyfriend had ever made you feel any lesser because of it. No, he pampered you, and loved to submit to your will at every chance he got. It was almost funny, all things considered. He was such a big intimidating man, but loved to adore you, down on his knees, obeying your every m word.

Was this fate playing a bad joke? Clearly you made a great couple, but in a way you had ended with the wrong bodies. Your boyfriend would have been happier on your smaller physique, while you didn't want anything more than be bigger than him. If only there had been a way to rectify that...

That's why it was impossible to help your excitement when you saw it: a package in front of your door. A package made especially for you. It was a pink box, with white letters saying: HEXCHANGE.

You knew exactly what they were. Being a regular on the world of transformations, you had heard of Mr. Hexum, as well as his company Hexum Industries. You had asked for his help, and this was his answer.

Getting inside, you still had some time alone. Your boyfriend got home exactly half an hour after you did.

You opened the box, and saw two pills inside: a pink one, and a white one. They were small, like half the size of an aspirin. It was almost hard to believe these could do anything.

Next to the pills you found the instructions. They were rather simple: whoever took the pink pill would be the receiver, and whoever took the white pill would be the donor. Once both individuals had consumed the pills, the receiver just needed to wish for whatever trait the donor had.

The instructions gave a simple example: John had a girlfriend, Jane, who was taller than him. So, after taking the pills, he simply wished to take some inches of height for himself. Afterwards, he had reversed the height difference. It even came with small cartoon comic, something reminiscent of the 1950s advertisements, to illustrate the change and how it all worked.

The other side of the instructions came with the warnings: It was important to consume the pills with water, to ensure the body was able to absorb the magic properly. Also, the pills effect would only work for about three hours, after which no exchanges could be made. Finally, all swaps were reversible during the three hours the pill were in effect. Afterwards, another order of Hexchange pills would be necessary to reverse anything.

A final warning had to do with someone consuming both pills, but you ignored it. You already had a target, so why risk it? This wasn't an opportunity that you could afford to waste.

After all, this was an experimental product. With high demand and low stock. So it may be difficult to get a second package after already getting the first. It may easily be impossible, especially if the product proves unpopular.

As things stood, you couldn't waste this chance.

You explained everything to your boyfriend once he got home. Clearly, he didn't believe a thing. Probably assumed you were proposing to role-play, and you had already began doing so before him agreeing joining.

It didn't matter, however. As long as he did what he had to do, and swallow the correct pill, then it didn't matter if he didn't believe you. His belief, or lack thereof, wouldn't change the effects of the Hexchange pills had for the both of you.

"Very well, Leo," he said, that lovely fool, with a knowing smile. "I'll let you take anything you want from me, by taking this white pill. And suuurely it'll work. I want you to make sure to take everything you want!"

You didn't try to defend yourself. Why would you do so? Proving your boyfriend wrong was going to be quite easy. Once the pill was on his system, he would be helpless against your ambition.

This sole thought was enough to make you hard. To have such a tremendous control over him... More control than I've ever had before...

You barely contained your enthusiasm as you saw your boyfriend swallow the pill. Playful, he even opened his mouth so you could corroborate he had actively consumed the white pill. Soon after that, you swallowed the pink one.

Seconds later, you felt it. Both of you did, in fact. Once the pills finally reached each stomach: it was like a warmth extended outwards from your belly, reaching even the farthest corners of your body. Comforting, invigorating. A warmth so wonderful it was made any hesitation you heart may still have disappear as if it had never existed.

Your boyfriend felt in a similar way. A sleepy smile as he looked at you. Wouldn't it be nice to go for a nap? It was all so cozy...

But no. The three hour time frame was already too short. You couldn't afford to lose any amount of time without the certainty of having enough time. It was now or never. A chance like this didn't present itself everyday.

There was nothing more foolish that squandering it. And you were no fool.

"I wish that I grow, taking one inch from you until you were... 5'3". Yes, 5'3"..." you said, looking at your boyfriend with renewed interest. Feeling almost impatient for the changes to finally occur.

The effect was immediate.

Your boyfriend, that had always been well over 6 feet tall, was quickly growing shorter in front of your eyes. Not only because he was losing height, but because you were gaining from his loss.

Soon, you looked eye to eye (a first). Seconds later he had your former height. Then he had lost a whole foot compared to his original size. Eventually, he was merely 5'3", and not a fraction of an inch above it. He looked so dense and swole! His already impressive muscles had not diminished at all. They were only compressed, giving your boyfriend such a stocky and stout figure, he barely looked real.

As for you? All the height he had lost had been transferred to you. Your boyfriend was now shorter than you had originally been, making you even more of a giant that he ever was.

Or could have ever been.

Unfortunately, you also looked almost gaunt. Stretched out. Your body had changed its structure to adapt to this new height, but you hadn't really gained any weight or muscle yet. What a slender figure you had now! Enough you wouldn't be surprise if the wind could take you away, were you not careful enough while standing outside.

Still, your hands and feet were huge. Enough that you had to take off your shoes as soon as the transfer began. Otherwise... Well, it was better to not think what would have happened. Comparing your bare feet to your shoe was enough to make yourself and idea... Ouch.

"Wait... How did... How is this... Leo! They were real? The pills were real?" your boyfriend asked, yelling, panicked. "How can this be? I..."

And could you blame him?

He had gone from a man who rarely needed to look up at anyone, to one who was undeniably short. The room alone should feel so much bigger. His clothes looked like bedsheets on him.

"Of course they are real, babe. Why would I have lied? Don't worry, though... I'll take care of you, little guy. Nothing will ever happen to you."

"Little... Guy?" your boyfriend asked, his eyes wide as he was forced to crane his neck to look at your face. "I'm not a..."

"Shhh..." you said, with a smirk. Your hand looked massive, despite how slim it was, as you used your finger to shut him up. "There's nothing for you to worry about."

He gulped. You were so close now. Making him truly aware of how bigger than him you had become. How cute he looked...

"I wish I had all your muscle tone..." you said, gazing into your boyfriend's eyes. "Until you become as skinny as I currently am."

"You what?" your boyfriend asked, shocked. "But... It's years of..."

Looking down at himself, the exaggerated muscles he now owned began to deflate. Panicked, he tried to grab his pecs. But soon the mass had dwindle enough no trace of them could be found. His chest was completely flat.

But not only that. His clothes, that had been kept somewhat in place thanks to his bulging muscles, were now simply too big for his physique. He was no longer the massive jock he had been but a few minutes ago.

If anything, he was a twink. Or perhaps an otter. For he still had his body hair and that lovely beard of his.

You almost felt bad about stealing years of work from him. He didn't seem to enjoy this kind of theft that much... At the beginning. Yet the way he was looking at you presently... Maybe it was starting to grow on him, as ironic as it was.

"Undress," you ordered. Not loudly. There was no need to speak loud.

Obeying came so naturally to him, he didn't even realize he was taking his clothes off until a moment after. Perhaps because he was too distracted looking at you. Eyes wide, mouth slack with awe and horny curiosity.

After all, not only were your clothes completely shredded. Both transfers simply had done a number so catastrophic, nothing could be saved from your current outfit. Not that you minded. Garments seem too little of a sacrifice to become this herculean of a man. With a body like this there's little point in wearing clothes at all.

Thusly, you also took your clothes off. There was no point for modesty while alone with your boyfriend. Even more so when your clothes were so utterly ruined.

At last, both of you were naked.

"You are huge... Leo... It's just... Wow"

"I'm sure you love it, don't you?" you said, flexing your arm for him. "I'm rectifying what nature got wrong. I'm finally making myself the man you deserve to submit to. The man you'd beg to worship."

Your boyfriend was nodding, probably unaware he was doing so. How easy was to agree with you now that you looked like this! Any hesitation he may have had was superseded by lust, and the wonder that came from your transformation.

Holding his face, you relished on how huge your hands were now. Not only were they long. They were thick. Meaty. One of them alone was almost as big as your boyfriend's whole face. How exhilarating! You've never felt so powerful. You've never felt manlier.

"Since you seemed excited now..." you said, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. "Tell me, baby, what else do you want me to take from you? I'll let you choose one single thing. Something that's completely your decision... Something you want me to steal from you..."

Kissing him, he was unable to respond immediately. His mind clearly obfuscated by the transformations that had already taken place. And by the sensation of being so small and you so massive.

After all, it hadn't even been half an hour since you began using the pills. How could be expected of your boyfriend to keep with this experience?

"My cock..." he said, out of breath, smiling at the prospect. Eyes on you, so loving and trusting. So devoted. "Steal my size... Please..."

"Are you sure?" you asked, raising his chin with your index, ensuring he looked at your eyes.

"Positive... I want you to... I want you to be my superior in every way... Please take my cock. You'll use it better than I ever could..."

You loved him too much to not oblige.

There was no need to say the wish out loud. Merely thinking it was enough. And you soon discovered this to be true.

Grabbing his cock, you marveled at it, caressing it just below the head. It truly was a thing of beauty. Long, fat and uncut. The kind of dick most men would kill to have. The kind of cock that felt only made sense on a porn film. And your boyfriend, willingly, without you forcing him in any way, was giving it to you.

How could you ever not love him?

Despite having a large hand, his erection was still bigger... It was even bigger than your extended hand, from palm to the tip of your fingers. At least at first. Eventually your hand was able to completely cover it.

Soon you just needed your palm.

Seconds later even that was too much.

It got to a point you couldn't even grab his cock. Only your index and thumb were able to hold it, barely. Even a smaller hand, such as your boyfriend's, would struggle holding such a small cock. It had compressed so much, you were almost confident it had gone beyond simply being small.

Yet, as arousing as his shrunken cock could be, what awaited between your legs surpassed it greatly.

It was huge. Easily ten inches, maybe more. It almost looked fake. But it suited you. Suited your new giant self. With such a big body, anything less would have been underwhelming. A godlike body like yours deserved a godlike cock like this one...

"Boy that's big!" your boyfriend exclaimed, so shocked he didn't find any restrain. "You're even bigger than I ever was... In every sense..."

Falling to his knees, he looked as if trapped on a trance. One so delightful it would be cruel to wake him up from it. As if he vad entered the sweetest of dreams, and was being offered the most delectable delicacy in the land.

He was almost too short, on his knees, to adore your new endowment. You've never imagined him being this small. Yet it felt so correct. As if his soul was finally showing on his flesh.

Isn't he the cutest thing? These pills are a godsend...

"You know what to do, babe. You already know what to do..."

He nodded at your words, eyes shining so beautifully. Your hand was already on his hair, guiding him to the stolen treasure he so ardently desired. As he did so, you decided to take something else from him.

And what did you wish for? His body hair... His beard, the hair from his chest, arms, legs, pits... From almost everywhere...

He didn't notice. As he forced his mouth as open as possible, the perfect beard on his face began to recede. Shrinking inwards, until his face was as smooth as a baby's. As if no hair had even grown there.

And perhaps it would never grow again.

Similarly, the hair on the rest of his body seemed to also be going away. Not even his pubes were safe. Leaving his tiny hard rod completely exposed. The lack of hair made it look slightly bigger, but it also made it look so infantile it balanced things out. His slender form was such a contrast from his original manly body, it should have been shocking. It shouldn't feel this... Right.

His tongue, such a devoted worshiper, was already on your cock. Distracting your mind from whatever you were thinking, as he played with the tip of your dick. As he enjoyed the taste of your leaking pre cum.

Soon, he was half way. The amount of cock, both inside and outside his mouth, could be compared to an average dick. It was incredible to see. Your cock was so huge it looked like two average dicks stacked on top of each other.

Thank God I got these pills! Best decision od my life!

Could your boyfriend even get it all? Perhaps you were too big for him... After all, his whole body is so much smaller... He may simply not have enough space inside of him.

"You can do it, baby. I know you can," you said, quietly. Warmly. Your voice however, displeased you some.

It could be deeper... Invested with authority. Made impossible to question...

So you wished for it. For some of the depth is his voice. Just until you had a proper baritone. Just enough so you sounded like a man you can't afford not to listen to.

And you could listen to the difference. The way your boyfriend's needy whimpers and moans were of a higher register now. Long gone was the masculine man he had once been. Small, slim, hairless, with a tiny dick and a high voice. He was the quintessential twink.

Almost.

Only one thing was left to make your wish a reality. Only one thing to take from him, and become the man you always wanted to be.

Just as your boyfriend had finally gotten the entirety of your cock inside his mouth, you wished for it. To take his age, until he was merely twenty years old. It was the only way: how else could you become the daddy you wanted... No, needed to be?

And so you aged. Some years older. Enough for it to be observable. A few wrinkles, more pronounced entries, the stray white hair here and there. However, the years were kind to you. Not because you looked young, but because you seemed charmingly mature instead of old.

The sexiest daddy the world have ever seen. That's who you were becoming. That's who you always wanted to be.

Your boyfriend, on the flipside, was younger. His skin softer, his hair fuller. The slender frame he had acquired so recently thinned even more. Giving him that lean look so unique to youth. Something graceful and delicate.

He was so tiny, so small. On every sense of the word.

And he was yours alone.

That was enough for you to reach your peak. You came inside his mouth with what felt a unstoppable force. Ropes of hot cum going down his slender throat, as you held his beautiful face. Firmly, yet with such gentleness...

"That was incredible!" your boyfriend's voice truly was higher now. Even more so due to his renewed youth. Your cock had slid out of his mouth with a pop, glimmering with his saliva. A trail of cum sliding down the side of his mouth. "I never knew being transformed could make sex so much hotter!"

You smiled.

"We're not done yet, boy. Let's go to bed. I'll show ya what daddy is capable of," you had helped him up as you said it, holding his tiny waist as you two walked to the bedroom.

You could never forget the sex you had that night...

---

The next morning, you woke up with him in your arms. He was the little spoon. Always had been. Now it was even easier. He was as light as a feather, and so small...

Sun beams were already covering you and your boyfriend, illuminating your shared bedroom. He looked so placid in your arms. Even more youthful and innocent than last night... It was such an incredible thing to withness...

Wait. That means... Oh.

You hadn't reversed the changes. Not that you ever wanted to. But wouldn't this cause issues? Would anyone recognize you at work? Or your boyfriend? At most both of you looked like relatives of your previous selves. Neither looked anything alike your previous original selves.

Trying to not wake him up, you stood up and went for your wallet. Only to learn reality seemed to have shifted too. Your driver's license said it all. Year of birth was different. Your height was different. Everything you had changed had also been modified on all your documents.

The same was true on your boyfriend's license. And the photos of you two on the walls and your phone? All changed. Your previous self had been completely erased, and now you truly were this sexy towering daddy.

You returned to bed, embracing your boyfriend back. His eyes opened, and he smiled, looking up at you. He squeezed himself against your body, seeking your warmth and the safety your huge body so naturally provided.

Said embrace didn't last, however. For your boyfriend went underneath the sheets, his mouth craving for your massive cock again.

Truly, you had created the perfect life for the two of you.

And there was no going back.

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Opposite Day - Harvey

Read The Prologue here! Read Sam’s Story here!

“Dude. Can you please stop doing that.” Ethan pleaded with his younger brother.

Harvey glanced over at Ethan. “Huh? Stop doin what bro?” He asked obliviously with one hand stuffed down the front of his sweatpants.

Ethan’s face went red with embarrassment. “Stop scratching your nuts like a dumbass!” He hissed in a whispered tone as he spun his head around to make sure nobody had seen or heard.

Harvey’s gaze dropped to his groin where he stared at his crotch for a moment while chuckling like an idiot. “Oh sorry brah. Just feels natural y’know? Didn’t even realise I was doin it.” He slowly retracted his hand

“No, I don't know. You can’t just stick your hand down your pants in public. It's not-HEY DON’T—!” Unfortunately Ethan wasn’t quick enough to stop his brother from lifting the same hand he’d just used to scratch his balls up towards his nose.

Harvey took one big sniff before recoiling slightly with a big stupid grin. “Fuuuck bro, that is ripe. I bet some guys would kill to sniff my balls right now.” He said while biting his lip at the thought.

Ethan sighed. “Please. Just shut the fuck us and get dressed.”

Harvey shrugged, completely unfazed. “A’ight, whatever.”

Ethan watched as his younger brother turned and grabbed a shirt from his locker and began pulling it over his head. He couldn’t believe that this was how Harvey had always seen him. As a complete idiot of a jock with no manners.

Until today, Harvey had always been a bit of a geeky nerd. He loved computer games and had quite the knack for coding to the point where he was even practicing to code his own games. He was so passionate about it in fact that he dedicated most of his time to his more geeky hobbies. As such he fell into the same stereotype as most nerds were he was a skinny twig of a man who spent most of his time in front of a screen.

Quite the contrast to his older brother Ethan who’d been working out casually for his consistently adult life. During the day he worked a simple retail job where he’d managed to move up the chain a little over the years but as soon as he clocked out, he was in the gym pumping iron. He definitely looked the part of a dumb jock but he wasn’t as stupid as some people might’ve assumed at a glance. He was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. He’d hoped his younger brother of all people would understand that but this year's Opposite Day seemed to suggest otherwise.

It was 2025. Opposite Day had long since become a normal part of human society and many people like Ethan and Harvey had grown up learning about it, knowing that someday that magic would change them too. Naturally, being four years older, Ethan got to experience it first. It was the Opposite Day of 2021 where he’d gone from being strong and muscular to huge and fat for the day. With how strict he was on his diet, the idea of just letting himself indulge and eat like a fatass for a day with no strings attached had certainly appealed to him. He enjoyed all the chub for the short time he had it and even his girlfriend thought his big belly and butt were cute. As such he’d done it a couple more times over the years since then but never consecutively as he didn’t want to lose the hunky body he’d built. As a result he only fattened up every other year.

This year however, it’d finally been Harvey’s turn. He’d just turned 26 years old and was more than eager to experience his first transformation. He’d been disappointed last year when it didn’t happen so this time around he was more eager than ever. So much so that Ethan had asked him what kind of transformation he was willing for himself. Harvey had been a little sheepish about it but eventually admitted that he wanted to be more just like Ethan. Saying how he’d always admired his older brother’s drive and confidence and that in a lot of ways he wanted to be just like him. At the time Ethan had taken it as a compliment that, despite how annoyingly smart he was, his little brother still looked up to him in a way.

And so July 1st rolled around and just as Harvey had hoped, this was his year. When all the other men and women around the world started to transform, Harvey began changing right along with them. Ethan was in the room with him when it happened and given their conversation he wasn’t at all surprised by what he saw.

As Ethan focused on getting fat again for what would now be the third time since 2021, he kept an eye on Harvey’s transformation. Watching as his younger brother began to pump bigger and bigger with newfound muscle mass. Shoulders bulging and squaring as his back widened rapidly. Veins popping along his arms as his biceps and triceps ballooned alongside his forearms, causing the sleeves of his shirt to rip just as a huge tear ran down the back. Even the baggy pants he was wearing looked as though they were painted on by the time his chicken legs finished bloating into meaty pillars of muscle. By the time he they were both done transforming, Harvey looked like the spitting image of Ethan’s usual self.

“Holy fuuuuuck bro! Look at me! I’m juiced!” Harvey guffawed in a way that sounded exceptionally dumb for someone as smart as him. All the while flexing his new biceps without a care in the world.

Ethan was a little taken aback by his little brother’s sudden change in attitude. “Uhhh yeah dude. You look awesome.” He said with a half genuine smile before looking down at his own fattened up body and giving his huge stomach a shake. He’d already put on some extra large clothes beforehand for him to bloat into during the transformation, something Ethan hadn’t done likely for the pure thrill of getting to outgrow his regular clothes. “Hey man, you wanna borrow some of my clothes for the day? They should fit you now.” He offered

“Sure bro. That’d be awesome.” Harvey didn’t stop flexing even for a moment. First curling both his biceps again before squeezing his pecs shortly after, the likes of which he’d never had before. “Fuck… look at these puppies…” He’d mumbled to himself.

Ethan had tried not to pay too much attention to his younger brother’s overexcitment towards his new body for the day while going to fetch some clothes. While sifting through his wardrobe for something to give Harvey, Ethan couldn’t help but linger on the way Harvey had spoken. Never in his life had he heard Harvey use the word ‘bro’ or any other bro-ish terminology for that matter. Yet now it seemed to be slipping from his slips like it was natural. It had to have been whatever mental change Harvey had picked. It couldn’t have just been confidence right? That was what Harvey had told Ethan he wanted but this seemed like more than just confidence. There was an extra layer to it…

Ethan returned soon after, tossing Harvey some underwear, sweatpants and a tank top before turning away so his brother could get changed. Harvey soon began ripping off his old clothes and even though he wasn’t looking, Ethan could sense that his younger brother was taking a moment to admire his new hulking body in all its naked glory. Running his hands along every inch of his muscled up form before finally tugging on the borrowed underwear.

“I’m thinking of hitting up the gym in a bit. Wanna come with me brah?” Harvey asked as he sunk each leg inside the sweat pants before pulling them up to a surprisingly comfortable fit. “I know you turned yourself into a lard ass so you can spend the day being lazy, which is totally cool by the way, but it’d be sick if you came with. You don’t have to do anything. Just watch me lift and spot me or whatever.” He removed his glasses briefly to pull the tank top over his head before perching them back on his nose where they belonged.

“I guess so… we’ve got to go soon though. I’m meeting Ashley in a few hours.” Ethan agreed, though still weirded out by his brother's strange shift in tone.

Harvey whistled. “Oh right! Sorry bro. I forgot how much your girl likes it when you turn yourself into a fat ass. I’ll try not to hold you up.” He teased.

Ethan spun around and glared at his now stud of a younger brother. “Alright that’s it. What’s up with you?” He asked seriously but it didn’t stop Harvey from smirking like an idiot. “What kind of mental change did you wish for that’s making you act like an obnoxious idiot? I thought you just wanted to be more confident?”

“Bro. I didn't say I wanted to be confident. I said I wanted to be like you.” Harvey tossed his arms up into another strong bicep pose. “A hot stupid jock.” He grinned.

Ethan didn’t know what to say at first. He simply stood in disbelief as Harvey continued to flex and show off. Clearly enjoying his new body and persona way too much. But eventually he found the words to speak. “Is that… how you see me? As some dumb jock bro stereotype?” He couldn’t help feeling a little offended. He might not have been as intelligent as Harvey but he certainly wasn’t a dumbass like some other dudes he saw at the gym.

“Yuuuuup.” Harvey admitted without a second thought. “You’re my big dumb jock bro, bro. And now I’m juuuust like you.” It was becoming clearer by the second that he’d made himself dumb as bricks. Clearly the type of idiot that doesn’t think before speaking and just says whatever the fuck he wants. “Except I’m still into dudes cuz dudes are fuckin hot.”

Ethan didn’t even respond to that. How could he? What was there to say? He thought he and his brother had a good understanding of one another. Despite being so different, they always got on well. So to see Harvey turn himself into this idiotic exaggeration of the kind of guy he thought Ethan was… it was a bit hurtful. It really shone a light on what Harvey really thought of his older brother underneath it all, intentional or not.

Despite how awkward Ethan felt about the whole situation, he still ended up going to the gym with Harvey. During the drive, Harvey was overly enthusiastic to get a pump on. Still blurting out all kinds of dumb jock slang that sounded incredibly foreign coming out of his mouth. Even though his voice was the same, it was strange how even just the way he spoke sounded dumber. The way words rolled off Harvey’s tongue now seemed to carry an air of stupidity. And it didn't help that Harvey just would not shut up for the entire ride, going on and on about how hot and swole he was. How he’d have so many guys slobbering over his cock now. Not exactly the kind of stuff an older brother wants to hear. So much so that when they pulled into the gym parking lot, Ethan made Harvey promise to cut it out with sex talk.

That only lasted until about ten minutes into Harvey’s workout.

“God damn! Check out the cheeks on that dude bro…” Harvey had blurred out after a set of lateral raises. His gaze was firmly planted on another man across the gym wearing a tiny pair of tight shorts that did little to hide how thick his ass was. “Might as well be asking to get fucked wearing shorts like that.”

Ethan just barely held himself back from smacking his younger brother upside the head. “Jesus fucking Christ man. Shut the fuck up.” He growled in a hushed tone. “You’re gonna get us kicked out saying shit like that.”

Harvey shrugged. “What? He clearly wants someone to tap that.” He said plainly as the fog clouding his brain stopped him from realising just how inappropriate everything he was saying was. “I fuckin would… dude is caked up. Fuck I wonder if it’s hairy too.”

Ethan’s eyes bulged at that. This was already far more information than he ever needed to know about his younger brother’s preferences in men.

“Harvey.” Ethan said slowly.

“Yeah bro?” Harvey replied, looking at his brother with eyes that barely had a single thought behind them.

“Get the fuck on with your workout.”

The rest of the workout lasted another hour before Ethan was able to convince Harvey to call it a day. Ethan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief after having spent half the session collaring his dumbass brother for not having a filter. Not to mention the endless bro talk was already starting to drive him crazy. He felt like he was losing brain cells just listening to Harvey talk like a complete douchebag. At least he wouldn’t have to listen to it for much longer.

They’d headed into the locker room where Ethan had only just managed to stop Harvey from trying to flirt with beefy daddy on the way to their locker. Ethan told Harvey to hurry and get changed into the fresh clothes they’d brought so they could get out of here. Of course Ethan still loved his brother but right now he wanted nothing more than to get away from him. Mainly so he didn’t have to look at this twisted caricature that his younger brother viewed him as.

Little did he know the fun wasn’t over yet because that was when the nut scratching incident happened. Ethan had turned away initially while his brother was getting changed but had turned back around when he stopped hearing the rustling of clothes. He was appalled to see Harvey gazing off into the distance with a hand stuffed down his sweatpants, scratching his balls like an idiot while other dudes were still coming in and out of the locker room! Just when he thought Harvey couldn’t act anymore like a dumb ape of a man…

They exited the gym shortly after Ethan had to endure the disgust of watching his brother sniff his fingers after scratching. Harvey was walking with the dumb swagger of a dude that thinks he owns the world while Ethan was almost too embarrassed to look at him.

Ethan drove them back home to drop Harvey off so he could finally head over to his girlfriend’s place. He watched Harvey jump out of the car and saunter off back inside the house where he planned to do god knows what. During the car ride he’d been rambling on about getting his dick wet with some ass from Grindr but Ethan had tuned out by that point.

“Jesus…” Ethan mumbled to himself as he pulled out of the driveway again. He still couldn’t believe it. That after all these years and how close Ethan thought they were as brothers, Harvey only viewed him as this muscled up gym bro with dick for brains. A big part of him wanted to believe that Harvey had only said that as some kind of stupid joke and his mental change had just been to dumb himself down and nothing more. Either way, Harvey was gonna have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow when everything goes back to normal. Ethan just hoped this wouldn’t become a repetitive or, god forbid, a permanent change in a few years time.

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