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Dennis looked at Adam. “Are you sure about this, babe?”

“I’m sure,” Adam replied back, before taking a sip of the green bubbling potion in his hand. He then handed it to his boyfriend, who took a sip himself. Dennis was able to place the potion vial on a flat surface before the changes started to happen. This potion was supposed to make the individual into whatever their partner desired. Right now, all it was causing Dennis was pain, but he was hoping that it would all turn out well in the end. He was right, and it wasn’t long before they were looking at each other’s transformed bodies, the bodies of their dreams. 

Adam was now Asian, a hunk with long hair and a face that could only be described as pretty. His pecs were massive and he now always reeked, getting as bad as a high school locker room after some of his workouts. His cock was slightly above average in length and girth, but nothing to call home about. In addition to physical changes, there could also be emotional and psychological changes as well. Surprisingly, both Adam and Dennis didn’t change much in that department, if at all. Adam was still a submissive bottom and very obedient, almost slave-like. 

However, as befitting his new body, he hit the gym a whole lot more to maintain it, and at home, he rarely wore any clothes or showered either. Not that Dennis was complaining, since his boyfriend was now his perfect man, but it did take some getting used to. Adam’s personality did change a little bit, though, as he became a bit more bratty and loved to show off his muscles, in stark contrast to his boyfriend, who had changed in the other direction. 

Dennis knew that Adam was a fan of twink tops. Fuck, that was the only porn he allowed his boyfriend to watch! That meant Dennis turned into one himself, losing some muscle and now having a twink body type. He didn’t lose all of his muscles, as he was leanly muscular now, but it was quite a different look than he was used to. His height had also decreased by a fair amount as well, Adam now taller than him when both of them were standing flat-footed. Dennis’s hair color changed as well, but ironically, Adam’s dream guy apparently wasn’t a natural blonde but a dyed blonde, as Dennis’s roots showed through in the same color he had before he drank the potion. 

Of course, he wouldn’t be a twink without the plump lips as well, bigger than some of their female friends now! And he had a nice bubble butt to boot, his ass being one of the best features of his body. It wasn’t the best, though, as that went to his cock. That was the only part that wasn’t stereotypically twink-like. Dennis now had a massive cock, well above average in length and girth and even bigger than the one he had before he drank the potion! 

That wouldn’t have been too much of a problem, especially considering that he was a grower, but apparently Adam wanted a boyfriend with a high libido. Dennis was hard or half-hard nearly all of the time, not often enough that he had to go to the hospital, but pretty damn close! It was also a problem because of Dennis’s newfound desire for cross-dressing. That isn’t to say cross-dressing was bad, but panties weren’t made for a gigantic cock stretching them out, and some of the dresses he now liked to wear showed off his sizable bulge as well, a problem he used to have with his pants. 

While there were tips and tricks Dennis could use to help keep his cock down in public, it was quite difficult when his boyfriend constantly sent him sweaty workout pictures while looking like that. More than once, Dennis had to sit down and maneuver himself in such a way that his massive boner wasn’t visible through his dress. However, as “revenge” for whenever Adam did that, Dennis pounded his enormous cock deep inside of his boyfriend’s hole later that day, Adam usually not showering before the two of them made their way to the bedroom, if they even made it that far. 

John Andrew was, to say the very least, a bit uptight. It was the first thing anyone could tell about the young collegiate scholar. But when you insisted on going by both your first and your middle name, it became pretty obvious that there was a stick lodged up your ass.

But he was rich, and brilliant, so he saw those things as a free pass to being an unpleasant person. He had every right to hold himself above everyone he met, because to John Andrew, that was exactly the truth. He was superior. Top of his class, always wearing designer clothes, a great family name at his disposal.

If not every single student in his university, there was at least one particular individual that he knew he was several heads and shoulders above. Travis James, or as he insisted to be called, “TJ” was a waste of an already worthless athletic scholarship. John Andrew wasn’t positive the guy had even passed elementary school, let alone qualifying for the same prestigious college as he did. At least the meathead could throw a ball around, right?

John Andrew could forgive the fact that TJ was dumber than a bag of bricks if not for two reasons. One being, there were too many other flaws to give just one of them a free pass, and two, John Andrew was trapped in a shared dorm with the disgusting idiot. The star athlete and the star academic, in one space, even his parents couldn’t argue the reason behind it.

But they weren’t the ones forced to swim through TJ’s sweaty gym clothes abandoned on the floor, they didn’t have to listen to him moan out some bimbo’s name as his bed frame knocked against the wall, they didn’t have to cover their noses and wretch whenever he let out a booming fart. The guy didn’t even realize how repulsive he was. He’d just smile, and burp, stretching out his arms and letting his pit stench waft into the air. “Dude, I need to take a shit.”

John Andrew could care less if TJ tried to be friendly, if he tried to invite the outcast nerd to all the coolest parties in an attempt to bring him out of his shell. One of them actually had a future to seek out, the other could afford to throw all of his ambitions away. So John Andrew kept telling himself to wait it out, that sooner than later he’d be free. He’d be on the top, where he belonged, and TJ would end up working construction on one of his many buildings later in life.

Then the prank happened. Or, at least, the prank that broke the straw on the camel’s back. John Andrew was trying to sleep before his big exam that next morning, already tucked away long before midnight. When TJ stumbled back into their dorm, drunk and gassy, he walked into John Andrew’s room while looking for the restroom. “Fuck,” was all he could say as he rubbed at his bloated stomach, looking down at his roommate’s exposed face sleeping soundly. He couldn’t resist it. It was a classic prank, he and his best bros had gotten lots of great laughs out of it over the years.

TJ stomped over and swung his big meaty body in position, almost graceful in his movements. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. And when he let a squelching fart rip right in John Andrew’s face, it was the scream heard all around the campus. The nerd was frantic, and furious, and gagging, and all TJ could do was let out another one. “Bro, I need to take the biggest dump. You want me to take a pic so you can see?”

No, he didn’t. He didn’t want to see TJ ever again. When he stormed out of their dorm that night, it was nearly a week later before he returned. He had aced his exam, but the memory of the rotten egg-like stench and the humiliation still wore on him, and it took him time to gather his thoughts. Now he had a plan, tucked away in the bags under his arms and the incantation scrawled across the piece of paper in his back pocket. If TJ wouldn’t fix himself, then John Andrew would.

It had taken many online searches and a few calls to close family friends, but he had learned an occult ritual to bend a person into the image of another. His traits and goals could be imprinted on TJ’s caveman brain. He didn’t think the jock was quite worthy of being his second coming, but people always said that two was better than one. What was the harm in two self-obsessed nerds with superiority complexes? Maybe then John Andrew would finally have someone he could hold a conversation with.

Setting up the ritual was easier than he expected, just a few chalk lines and one of TJ’s many abandoned gym socks at the center of the circle, candles burning all around the room. All he had left to do was add his essence to the air, transferring his energy into the thing that represented his roommate. Just a simple exhale, and he would have someone worthy of calling a companion. He was excited, voice rising higher as he went ahead with the incantation.

And then the door swung open, and TJ stumbled in drunk. “Bro! You’re finally home, fuck.” He was clutching his beer gut again, like he always was, smiling like an idiot. “I missed my best dude!” Then he noticed the candles, scrunching his face together and chuckling. “Bro, I missed Halloween? Fuck, we should get wasted.” He stomped forward, chuckling as his big feet tore through the chalk lines. John Andrew was sputtering, trying to stand up before tripping over himself and landing in the center of the circle. The slip of paper slid over to where TJ was standing.

All at once, everything went wrong, and so suddenly. His nose was hovering right over TJ’s sweaty sock, and the jock himself was looming over John Andrew in the circle. The big oaf bent down to pick up the paper, making his trademark “I don’t get it” face once again. He tried to repeat the words on the paper, getting eerily close to how they were meant to be pronounced. John Andrew couldn’t move, at first because he was stunned, but then because an electric charge was moving through him.

When TJ was finished, nothing changed, and John Andrew let out a breath of relief. He looked down at the sock, exhaling a bigger breath. Wasn’t that what the spell asked for? Wasn’t he still in control? Then TJ’s massive legs were on either side of his head, and he was in a headlock, the sock being crammed into his mouth. He gagged on the salty, sour flavor. TJ just kept laughing, letting a fart slip out. And then another one, because why not.

“My prank is better than your witch shit, bro!” But this wasn’t meant to be a prank, and now it was ruined, and… Was John Andrew higher off the ground? He found it more difficult to turn himself over than it should have been, spitting the sock out of his mouth and rotating his body to look at a developing shelf of pecs. The stench of TJ’s fart was still heavy in the air, thick with his essence, and John Andrew was still lying in the center of the circle. Covered in the stench, sweat dripping from his lips.

He tried to get up quickly, but tripped over his stretching feet. “Fuck. No.” He never swore, but this situation called for it. His hips flared out, thighs straining against his pant legs. It was like the air from the fart was inflating him, like he kept getting taller and thicker with every inhale. “Help,” was all he could whine, but the only person to hear him was TJ. The big jock strolled over with a light chuckle, throwing his sweaty bicep around his roommate’s widening neck.

“Man, you been working out? Sick gains.” John glanced down, and he couldn’t help but agree with TJ. He tried to tell himself it was more the fact that what was happening to him was sick, and twisted, but then he flexed a bicep without meaning to. It swelled in front of him, and he was smiling, for just a moment. Then he pulled away from his roommate, trying to run away, but all of the bulk and girth made his legs like jello. It didn’t matter that they were shredded, or that he was an absolute unit of a man.

When his cock started to swell in his gym shorts, which he didn’t remember ever putting on, he fell to one knee. He couldn’t stop himself from shoving a big meaty hand into his jockstrap pouch, fishing out the python now growing in his hands. “Oh, fuck. I’m so fucking horny, bro.” His eyes were so full of fear, he couldn’t believe the words that had just left his lips, but TJ was thrilled. It was nice having someone who understood him. The jock was starting to forget that this was a nerd who always tried to avoid him, that he enjoyed pissing off because he was such a prissy little fucker, and was remembering that they really were best bros. And now his best bro was jacking off right in front of him.

“Ha, dude. You should have went to the party. This one chick had the biggest rack of tits.” John, or Andrew, or whatever the fuck his name was could only grunt, laughing for no reason because that was what TJ did. And TJ fucking loved girls with huge racks, so JA - AJ? - did, too. Yeah, TJ and AJ, best bros since the first time they met and had a farting contest in front of the college scouts. It was kind of hard to tell them apart. They played the same position in football, on opposite sides of the field. They went to the same parties, wore the same clothes, lived in the same filth and flunked all the same classes. They even banged the same chick, once or twice. At the same time.

John Andrew and all of his superiority welled up like cum in AJ’s nut sack, every trace of him had disappeared from the room. All of his clothes, all of his books, even the signs that the ritual had even occurred in the first place. The stench grew heavier as if two jocks had been living here all along. All AJ could do was laugh, busting his nut in his shorts and wiping off the globs of cum on the outside of his shorts. There was hair all over him now, tattoos on his chest, a cap on his head. He was so fucking hot. All it took was a selfie to make the girls cream themselves.

“Dude, I’m an absolute tank. You wish you had guns like these.” TJ just chuckled, punching his best bro in the arm and walking into the kitchen to fix a late night meal. White chicken and rice, pure protein, now AJ’s favorite snack, too. He kept scratching his balls as he followed his bud, licking his lips as the food was being prepared. It wasn’t until TJ set his plate aside that AJ leaned over, trying not to chuckle and ruin the joke. “Dude, do you want some special sauce for that?”

TJ just blinked, like an idiot, because they were both idiots. “What special sauce, dude?” Then AJ turned on his heels, bending over and pressing his big ass right over his roommate’s plate on the table. He let a protein fart rip right into the air, right over the food, and TJ couldn’t even be mad about it. He plugged his nose and guffawed. “Dude, you are fucking rank!” And he was. AJ was a pig, and a stud, and he loved it. He was so lucky to have TJ as his friend and roommate.

He was lucky to be just like someone who was so fucking awesome. Thick, dumb, and gross as fuck. Because he had a right to be. Maybe he still had a superiority complex, huh?

by: Cinaede Furi

Trevor still couldn’t believe that he had gotten the job as he walked through the front doors on his first day. He had always been interested in sequencing DNA and potentially coming up with cures for diseases, so when an opportunity at the top company in this field opened up just after he graduated, he pounced at it. The interview process was admittedly a bit difficult because of how shy Trevor was, but his other accomplishments and accolades overshadowed the problems he might have working in a group setting. He was also very intrigued, as they told him that he would have a very important position at the company.

He did try to press for more information, shocking even for him, but no one would tell him anything else. Trevor honestly didn’t mind doing grunt work and all that stuff that was probably what they meant by that since he would be the newest employee, and he wondered if it was just a joke or sarcasm he didn’t pick up on. Once he arrived at the office, his boss greeted him and showed him to his cubicle, towards the back of the office. Trevor did feel a little underdressed. He had been told to dress casual, and he even clarified what that meant in emails. However, most of the guys were wearing ties and some even had on suits, and the women were wearing power blazers and other professional clothing, in contrast to his t-shirt and sweats.

He soon got to work on his job, which today, as he expected, was some manual grunt work. He needed to check to make sure the automated system didn’t make any mistakes as it transferred the DNA sequences from one database to the next. It did require quite a bit of concentration, since there were only four letters and the sequences were a bit long. That meant that it wasn’t long after he began feeling a bit dizzy and weird all over that he stood up and went to ask for help. He was able to walk over to the closest employee’s desk.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m trying to work here, Trevor. I’m feeling perfectly fine, and you look good too.” Trevor knew something was wrong with him, so he went to go ask another employee if they were feeling any symptoms as well. However, what he didn’t realize was even that innocuous comment led to some changes. All of his acne disappeared and various other little imperfections all disappeared so that, outwardly, Trevor did look good as well, having the skin of a celebrity or a male model. He asked the same question to one of his female coworkers.

“Yes, I’m good, Trevor. But do you know what would look good on you? Some muscles. No one wants to date a weakling like you.” Trevor found that unnecessarily harsh and would be talking to HR about it later today. However, he was still feeling dizzy and weak and wanted to get to the bottom of it. This time, he decided to make his way to his supervisor’s office. That was a short walk away from this batch of cubicles, which allowed the time for this transformation to take effect. With every step that he took, his muscles began to grow.

All muscle groups grew at about the same time, so when he knocked on his supervisor’s doors, he had pecs that jutted out from his body a fair bit and were nice and rounded, a bit squishy too. He had an impressive eight-pack of abs hiding underneath that shirt as well, and his sleeves helped to show off his sizable bicep peaks. His pants also got much tighter as he gained a perky bubble butt and some tree trunks for legs too. Since he was in pretty casual clothing, they stretched to adapt to his new muscle growth more so than regular office clothing would, so even if he did notice the changes, his clothes wouldn’t have been much help in figuring out what was going on.

“Come in!” his supervisor said. “How’s it going, Trevor?”

“Actually, not that well, sir. I’m feeling a bit sick, dizzy, weird all over.”

“Is it impacting your ability to do your job?”

“No, sir.”

“Then get back out there! But I do know what’s impacting your ability to do your job, that small cock of yours.”

“That settles it,” thought Trevor as he turned around and walked out of his supervisor’s office. He was going to HR in the middle of the workday to address the complaints he was having. As much as he loved what the company did, maybe it wasn’t going to be the best fit for him. This company did have an HR department on-site, but it was a bit far away from even Trevor’s supervisor’s office. As he was walking down the hallway where the HR office was, another upper-level staff member was walking by.

“Oh, you’re the new guy, right? I thought I specified that I wanted a blonde cum dump this time around.” Trevor just looked at the staff member like he had two heads, wondering why he would say such a thing. Luckily, it wasn’t long before he was at the HR office, just a few more steps, and he was able to get a meeting right away.

“What seems to be the problem, Trevor?”

“I have received numerous sexual comments from several different staff members today, including my direct supervisor and an upper-level staff member just a moment ago.”

“Oh, that’s to be expected. You’re the office himbo. You’re supposed to look hot and be dumb. Now, I suggest you go back to your office and get some work done. We’re implementing performance reviews soon, and we don’t want to lose you.” Trevor just sighed, as even HR was not helpful as well. He decided that he would at least suffer through the rest of the day before writing an email about him quitting. As he made his way back to his cubicle, he felt even hotter than he had before, like he had a fever now. That meant he didn’t notice his hair had become a natural blonde and that his intelligence was starting to drain as well. When he finally sat down back at the cubicle, something clicked in him and he noticed the changes.

The first changes he noticed were his clothes, which had actually changed as his intelligence was dropping as well. He was now wearing a crop top that showed off quite a bit of his “under-pec” and booty shorts that left quite a bit of his ass hanging out as well. He had somehow gained a backwards cap on his head and his socks were now colorful, in addition to his Converse sneakers he now had on. He was panicking since that was not appropriate for work as well, although his newfound muscle growth distracted himself from that fact for a little bit.

Trevor wasn’t sure how that was possible, since he had been skinny with barely any muscle to speak of before walking into work today. But now, his pecs nearly looked like breasts on his chests, all of his abs were chiseled and clearly delineated, his triceps were massive as well, his ass was like a shelf to place things on now, and even his cock got much bigger as well, both in length and in girth. As he looked at the black mirror of his computer screen, he noticed the other physical changes, such as his blonde hair and clear skin. He also realized that his mind was working slower and becoming mushy in a way. Thankfully, his intelligence hadn’t dropped to the level of a himbo’s just yet, but it was getting there.

Trevor found himself incredibly horny as well. Despite a small part of him knowing still that he shouldn’t jack off at work, especially while sitting at his desk, he just couldn’t help himself. At least he wasn’t too brazen and continued to face his turned-off computer as he stuck his hand down his pants and snaked out his enormous cock. As he was jerking himself off, feeling himself get a little bit dumber with every passing moment, the head of the company made his way over to Trevor’s cubicle and didn’t mind that one of his employees was jacking off in the middle of the work day. In fact, that was exactly what he wanted to happen.

“I’m here to tell you the truth, you dumb himbo. You thought that you would be a super special person, saving the world of incurable diseases. Well, we’re still doing that, but we were in need of another important position, and I hired you for it because I love to see valedictorians turn into sex-crazed himbos just like you did. You’re our himbo now, the dumb company slut whose only job it is is to look hot and have sex with the male employees whenever they want. They love to belittle and demean the himbo sluts we hire every so often, since you’re now so much dumber than them when you used to be on their level. Oh, and when you jack off, the results of the gas we’ve been pumping close to your cubicle will become permanent. Everyone else who works here has protection against it, so that’s why only you became a dumb stupid himbo. And don’t worry, when the guys eventually tire of you, you can work at a strip club or as a sex worker. They don’t have the prestige of a career where you’re literally saving people’s lives, but hey, it’s a way to make money, isn’t it?”

Guy’s Help Chat Room - Branson University

Kevin0403: Hey guys, can I ask you something?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Sure!

Kevin0403: So, it’s about my college roommate. I was paired up with a jock, and he’s so messy and smelly. I’ve tried to change rooms, but they aren’t accepting it. What can I do?

Damon0397: Leave the school.

Neil5018: Give him some actual f****n’ advice, Damon!

Tony7273: Have you tried just swapping with another student, outside of the residential living office?

Kevin0403: They won’t allow that either.

Chris3882: Man, that sucks.

Damon0397: Why don’t you try being a bit more like your roommate?

Paddy7491: Really, bro!?

Tony7273: It’s actually not a half-bad idea.

Kevin0403: I mean, I guess I could do that, but I’m such a neat freak, and George, well, he’s George.

Neil5018: We can help you out with that, isn’t that right, boys?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Yeah!

Damon0397: Yeah!

Tony7273: So, first things first, let’s start off small. He’s smelly, so you should be smelly too.

Kevin0403: What the f**k happened!? My pits reek now!

Chris3882: You probably forgot to shower last night, dude.

Paddy7491: Now that you’re smelly, let’s get you a bit messy, but not too literally.

Kevin0403: Haha, very funny, guys. Do any of you have actual tips for me?

Damon0397: I think if you got some abs, then George might wanna actually hang out with you.

Kevin0403: I can certainly try, but I don’t like to work- Holy s**t! I have a six-pack now! What the f**k is going on here!?

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

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Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: Guys, something is seriously f****d up here!? Can you guys leave the chat?

Tony7273: No, Kevin, we can’t. We’re not done changing you yet.

Neil5018: I think George might want some nice and juicy pecs to rest on his head before he goes out to party and bang some chicks.

Kevin0403: But George isn’t even- S**T! It happened again, guys! Why the f**k are my pecs so big!

Paddy7491: We already told you, brah!

Damon0397: And you definitely need some big strong arms to hold George when he’s upset and crying.

Kevin0403: I have never seen that man upset once in my life, even after he lost a game! OMFG, stop it guys! I don’t wanna be a jock like George! I just wanted some tips to deal with him!

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: I yanked my power cord out of the wall and the screen still didn’t f****n’ go away!

Chris3882: Just give in to the changes, Kevin. You’re becoming the jock you’re always meant to be.

Tony7273: Yeah, and jocks need big strong legs no matter what sport they play.

Paddy7491: I think George plays football. It’d be so cool if you guys played together!

Kevin0403: No it most certainly would not! But you f****n’ weirdos already made my leg muscles inflate!

Neil5018: And now for every guy’s favorite body part! A jock has to have a big dick, right?

Chris3882: Yeah!

Tony7273: Yeah!

Kevin0403: Well, uh, I guess I wouldn’t mind my dick getting a bit bigger. But everything else you’re doing to me is so f****d up, guys!

Damon0397: No, it really isn’t, Kevin. Now that you have the muscles of a jock, let’s finish turning you into a jock physically.

Kevin0403: Does this magic or whatever s**t you’re doing to me work when it’s not specific? Yeah, it does, because now I don’t have any fuckin’ acne, my hair’s a different color and cut much shorter, and my back is straighter!

Chris3882: See, we didn’t want you to get scoliosis, brah!

Tony7273: Jocks don’t usually wear button-downs or suits either, unless they’re going to a game. But since you’re in your bedroom or someplace, but not on the field, let’s get you into some jock clothes.

Kevin0403: Why the f**k does my wardrobe need to change! It was perfectly fine before! S**t, now I have on a t-shirt and some athletic shorts! Thanks, guys.

Neil5018: No problem, brah! And when you don’t need to put a shirt and pants on, jocks love to lounge around in their boxers.

Kevin0403: But I’m a briefs guy! And there my f****n’ clothes go! It feels so f****n’ weird just sitting here in my boxers.

Paddy7491: You just need to get used to it, Kevin. You’re a jock now. And now it’s time for the really fun stuff. Jocks love to have sex, brah, so it makes sense you have a high libido, Kevin.

Kevin0403: I have a perfectly fine libido, thank you very much. F**k, I’m so f****n’ horny, I need to jerk off right now!

Neil5018: That’s a good jock, Kevin. Just keep stroking your dick as we finish transforming you into a jock.

Tony7273: Of course, jocks aren’t usually smart. Yeah, some are, but it’s so much more fun when jocks are dumb, just like you are!

Kevin0403: No, I worked so hard to get into this college and get my degree! But, yeah, brahs, it, like, feels so much f****n’ better to just sit back and jerk my dick and not have to worry about, like, any tests or quizzes or homework.

Chris3882: Almost there, Kevin, you’re almost there!

Paddy7491: Sweet, brah! You know, jocks love to flex and show off their muscles to their bros and hot chicks.

Kevin0403: I mean, I have the muscles now, but do jocks normally do that? Man, it feels so f****n’ natural to flex and show off my guns!

Damon0397: Yeah, jocks love to do that, brah! And the last part of being a jock is loving being with your fellow jock bros. Whenever you’re around George or any jocks on campus, you’ll flex with them and act just like a bro should around other bros.

Kevin0403: Like, yeah, man, I’m not gonna f****n’ talk about Euclidean geometry around my brahs! Like, they only care about how many pussies I smashed and how many n00bs I killed in Call of Duty!

Neil5018: Your transformation is finally complete, Kevin. I hoped we all solved your problem!

Kevin0403: Yeah you did! George just texted me to come flex with him and some of the bros in the quad while all the chicks are out!

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By: maletf32

You were bored, scrolling through your social media and seeing nothing really that interested you. While you were browsing, you suddenly got a message from one of your friends. Well, being honest “friend” was a stretch. Aaron was a total meathead, obsessed with his muscles and working out. At some point he used to be a scrawny nerd like you, then suddenly he was this absolute beefcake.

Checking his message, you see he left a link for you with the message “Hey bro, check out this shit!”. Pretty vague, but you decided to click on the link anyway. The second you did, you knew you would regret it. On the screen was some black and white spiral, slowly spinning. You roll your eyes, this clearly was some scam or malware. You go to close the tab, but before you do black text appears on the screen.

“Stop. Keep this tab open; you want to keep it open.”

I mean it was right, you were curious about what this video your friend sent you, you couldn’t see yourself not watching it completely. 

“Good. Now Relax, let your mind just turn off.”

You feel yourself slump down into your bed, thinking nothing as you stare into the spiral. Your peripheral visions faded, until all you could see was the spiral.

“Now, I’m going to tell some truths about you.”

“You are completely naked.”

I mean, duh. You always sleep in the nude, and you had just woken up. You were glad you didn’t have any roommates; it would be embarrassing if any of them barged in here to see your skinny frame. At least your girlfriend didn’t seem to mind it.

“You are gay, you love cock.” 

Mm that’s right, nothing like it! Just the thought makes your meager cock stand at attention. So glad you are single… maybe you’d download Grindr again just to find some good cock. 

“You have a fat dick, which you are slowly stroking right now.”

You look down, admiring your massive length as you slowly pump it, struggling to grasp it with two skinny hands. Your dick always seemed to dwarf the rest of your body, but hey, you weren’t complaining! 

“You have massive biceps and meaty arms.”

You chuckle, flexing an arm as the other expertly strokes your cock. Yeah, you never skipped arm day and it clearly shows! You never really considered working out your other muscles much though.. 

“You have fat pecs, with piercings on both nipples.” 

Your free hand gently plays with your nips, as you continue to stare. Your chest was definitely one of your favorite features, you love making guys play with, and occasionally fuck, your pecs. 

“You have a masculine face, fit with a beard and shaved head.” 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection in your laptop, wondering who it is you are seeing before you realize it’s you! Damn, guess all that studying and exercise has gone to your head a bit! 

“You are dumb as shit, you live to workout with your bros and jack off.” 

Huhu that’s right, I mean not much else to do after you recently dropped out. Who needs school when you got a bod like this? As for money, your OnlyFans was raking in cash recently. People just can’t get enough of you! 

“You are close, close to cumming away your old life. Embrace it.” 

Mmf, old life? No idea what this spiral is talkin’ bout. You feel your balls clench. You’re so fuckin close to cummin you can’t take it. 

“Cum.” 

With that simply command, your cock unleashes a torrent of white all over your abs. Out of breath, you still haven’t looked away from the spiral. 

“Good boy. Now you are going to share this link with at least five of your friends, then close this tab and forget about all these commands. Now.”

You slowly open your eyes, seeing yourself covered in your own cum. Damn bro, guess you had another wet dream. You see you’ve got a message from your best bro Aaron. Damn that’s a nice fuckin’ picture of his morning wood. You happily return the favor, making sure to show off your cum covered chest. 

“Fuck bro , comin over as soon as I can. Keep that cock nice and hard for me!” 

By: tfxtime

Greg was an understanding Father to his kids, he was attentive and patient. He just wasn't very active, in areas where most Dad's would be teaching their kids how to catch, Greg was teaching them mathematics and history. 

This of course didn't stop his kids from partaking in sports, his youngest son Arthur was now in college leading the wrestling team to the State Championship. Greg was always so supportive and went to as many matches as he could, with his wife passing away his kids had become his world. 

During the meets Greg would be cheering in his usual song song voice. Normally this was drowned out by most of the crowd, and if you weren't paying attention then you wouldn't have noticed the thin man in his plain dress shirt and pants. Unnoticed by everyone except Arthur, Arthur always heard his Dad's weak chants through the crowd and it made him shrink, which in wrestling is the last thing you want to do. The match went well and Arthur's team won, despite some slip ups on his part. The team was coming together and celebrating as Greg's meek voice came through trying to reach Arthur. 

"Artie!" He called as his son then turned his head towards his Dad eyes widening slightly as he pulled away from the group. 

"I am so proud of you! You really wrestled well!" Arthur grabbed his Dad and led him into the locker room and had him sit down. 

"Dad you know I really appreciate you being here, but I got distracted because of you." Arthur explained as Greg looked up at him with a sad expression creeping over his tired face. "I'm just starting out here and I need to be at my best you know? I just could tell you were watching me cause you care, which is great! It just felt like a new kind of pressure...I'm sorry." 

"No no...I'm sorry for putting that on you. I'll still come to the games, just won't be as loud I think." He stands up placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder. 

"Don't exactly fit this place anyway." Greg admitted as one of Arthur's teammates came in. 

"Artie we're going out, you coming?" He asked as Arthur looked at his Dad, Greg nodded with a small smile. Arthur nodded and leaned briefly into his Dad and then left leaving Greg alone. 

Greg sighed as he sat down again his eyes staring blankly at the grey floor. His eyes trailing around absently until he laid his eyes on the singlet laying on the floor half in the locker half out. He sighed standing up his hands gingerly picked it up and then looked around. He rolled it out after just folding it up and placed it over his chest. 

"It's...it's so skimpy?" He mutters to himself as he then looks around. The gymnasium had fallen quiet as now most people had left. "Well...never tried it before." He thought, he quickly stripped himself of his plain office attire. He shimmied his way into the singlet and pulled it up over his shoulders. Even though it was spandex it was still loose and clinging barely to Greg's frame. He brought up his arms and gave a paltry flex. 

"That was silly." He sighed as he moved to take it off the bands pulling away only to snap back to his body. A small yelp was heard from Greg as he tried and tried to get the singlet off. He stopped as he felt a wave of heat wash over him, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His breathing became heavy as he lunged himself onto the sink counter by the showers. He put his hand against the mirror, the glass began to fog up from the intense heat Greg was producing. His eyes traveled over his body, it was covered in sweat and the singlet was tight against his frail musculature until he locked eyes on his hands. He could feel his skin boil and pop crackling underneath as now both hands rested on the mirror. His hands grew outwards the fingers swelling larger, hands growing callouses from the intense training hours they did. 

As his hands grew the changes spread forth his forearms swell up veins snaking their way up through his arms as his hands balled up into fists as his muscles began flexing. His biceps began to blow up with muscle the fibers twisting under the skin as he felt his shoulders snap and pop. He let out a lewd moan as he felt the shift in his neck his voice dropping lower as well becoming thicker. His beard was replaced with a square jawline. Years of wrinkles washed away as his face began to twist and turn younger and younger. His hair shortened and became a warm chestnut blonde, while his hair was finishing up his chest practically ballooned out. The fabric of the singlet stretched over the expansive muscle as the pecs jiggled with growing mass. Greg's legs nearly buckled at the new growth, his cock was already strained against the fabric a measly 5 incher that barely had a dent on the groin. He moaned as his cock snaked upwards towards his hardening torso. It felt almost as if the singlet was massaging his cock and stretching it out. It compressed tightly against his shaft causing him to grip the countertop as his legs exploded with girth and mass. His ass filling out the singlet even further than before. He could feel his nuts swell and tighten up as he let out a deep and gutteral moan as he shot stream after stream of cum against his midsection soaking into the fabric disappearing. 

Nearly dazed to the point of seeing stars Greg slowly stood himself up his new stature was impressive 6'4 versus 5'8 and about 100 pounds of muscle Greg couldn't help but run his hands over his body. His pecs popping as he teases the new form. 

"Greg!" Arthur's voice echoed through the locker room as Greg stood up straight before turning around to see his son looking at him.

"Hey before we go we gotta take pictures for the school c'mon." 

"Yeah of course." Greg nodded unsure in the moment before they both walked out of the locker room.

Greg smiled for the picture with his new best friend Artie. 

"Hey man how's your Dad?" Greg asked between shots as Arthur nodded. 

By: jockdudes95

The name is Misha. I have two sisters and three brothers but they’re not particularly involved in this story.

I’m eighteen. So I’m legal. Don’t worry. All the salacious things I do in this story are on the up and up. Before I show you what I look like now, I figure I should start at the beginning. This is how it started. Look at me. 

I didn’t look half bad. But I had to get bigger. I had to get stronger. I have three brothers I have to catch up to. Three shadows to step out from under. I tried exercising and I joined gyms but nothing was helping. My body wasn’t getting bigger or stronger.

Then I was approached.

I was walking home. There he was. A guy I had seen a few times in the gym but he was bigger now than he had been two weeks ago. Taller. At least half a foot. Thicker. He was coated in sweat and playing basketball. He peered over and motioned me over.

“Come here.” He said with a smile that could moisten any woman up. His biceps flexed as he pointed at the ground in front of him. His pecs popped. Not gonna lie, my cock twitched. 

I walked over. Stood where he pointed.

“You trying to pump up? I see you at the gym a lot.”

“Yeah. I want… To look like You.”

That made his smirk widen. “Me, huh? What if I said you could… Be like me… And bigger?”

I looked at him. His thick full pecs. His abs. His thick biceps. They were big. I looked down. He saw my eyes trailing. He smirked and lifted his shorts. He showed off those thick thighs. Then he cupped his stuffed package.

“Like the view, little jock?” I could see the fat tube of his cock as he gripped his crotch and flexed his thighs.

“I can… Get… Bigger than this?”

He grinned. “Yes. Bigger… Here…. Here.. Here…” He patted his chest, biceps, thighs, then gave his cock a stroke. “And here…”

Something about it made my knees weak. Something about the way it pulsed within the confines of his shorts, throbbed between thick thighs. I wanted to see it.

“I… I want… To be bigger. Make me like you.”

He patted my shoulder. “Alright. Follow me. I got a gym for you to join.”

“A gym? I’m already in a gym.”

He laughed. “That’s not a gym. That’s bull. I go there to recruit people for a real gym. I find the ones with the most potential. And right now. It’s you. Name’s Blaine. Let’s go. The Himbo Project is where you need to be… Now first. What’s your name?”

-=-=-=-=-

The building he took me to didn’t look like much. But when I went inside it was not what I expected.

There were the usual pieces of workout equipment. But none of that caught my eye quite like all the men around. All the built. Sweaty. Muscular. Thickly built. Half naked. Tall. Jocks. The area had a circulating air purifier. But even then the whole building smelled of men. Of testosterone. Of raw pure masculinity. 

One walked over. His eyes falling in me. He had four inches of height on me. His body glistening under the lights.

“Yo. Blaine. This the newbie?” The guy spoke with an accent. His pecs bounced with each breath.

“This is him. His name is Misha. Misha, this is Luis. He’s been with us for a month. He looked like you when he got here. He’s going to help you get stronger. Bigger. Luis, remember, no rough stuff.”

“Oh come on. The last guy liked it… ” Luis sneered and slapped his own pec. “Ok. Fine. Come on. Gonna give you your first case of Jock Brews. Will tell you how the different types of brew work. Then you choose whichever you want. Then… Well the fun begins…”

-=-=-=-=-

There are several kinds of Jock Serum. They came in cans that made me think of beer. Jock Serum: Original, Jock Serum X-Treme, Jock Serum XXXL, and Jock Serum XXXL Max.

“The original is good. Weakest type. Good for beginners.” Made sense. It was the largest can. Looking like a 32 ounce beer can. “The Max is the strongest stuff.” Luis explained. It’s why it comes in smaller bottles. Like those 5 hour energy drink shots.

“I want the Max.” Luis looked at me as I said that.

“You got balls, kid.” He said with a smirk. “This stuff is strong. And there’s side effects.”

“Don’t care. I want it.” 

Luis nodded and motioned to the small case on the table. “Take one and let’s go. Your training starts now.”

I emptied the small bottle. I felt the effects immediately. I could do do this…

-=-=-=-=-

I forgot how it’s been. Time just flew by during training. Strength, durability, stamina. It was grueling. I also downed so many of the tiny bottles; one at a time at first then I got impatient. I chugged four of them.

That night I underwent the biggest change. The pain surpassed everything else. Then came the pleasure. I called for Luis and he saw what I did… But, rather than rat me out, he took me to “the education annex” in the basement of the gym. He sat me down. 

“You want to get bigger… Right? Look at you. Looking good. Better than before. Now though comes the real training…”

“Real training?” My chest felt tighter in my shirt. My biceps felt bigger.

“I’m going to put this VR headset on you… And you’re going to sit back… But first. Drink.” He held out a bottle of XXXL Max. Bigger than the others. I chugged it. He slid the VR set over my head. The earphones slid on comfortably.

“Hey, Bro. Can you hear me?” The voice echoed in my ears. “Stand up if you can. Good… Look at the colors. They’re nice, right? Sink into them. Like quicksand. Sink into the colors.”

I felt heavy yet weightless. I was standing. I had gotten up. On command.

“Time for you to learn what this whole gym is about, Bro. Gonna learn what the Himbo Project and the Serum are for. What you were selected for. You’re not just any guy picked up off the street. You’re a bro. Well, you will be. You will be soon enough. For now, sink into the colors. Swirling, pulsing, writhing light, let it burrow into your subconscious. Let my voice sink into your brain. Your cute tiny and soon to be shrinking brain. You’re smart. But you won’t be for long. 

Here’s what I want you to do. You took that concentrated XXXLMax. It’ll hit you in a second. When you do, the pain is going to wash over you like a goddamn tidal wave. Fight through it. Bite your lip. Flex. That’s what you need to do. Flex. Feel it? Feel it now? Washing over you? Pulsing pain, throbbing pain, coursing through your body?”

The pain hit as he said it, as he spoke about it. It was like an electrical charge down my spine. I groaned, stars flashing before my eyes as the pain increased.

“Flex. Flex you stupid ass. Flex you dumb motherfucker. Flex!”

I raised my arm. It felt like lead. I flexed my bicep. Immediately, there was pleasure. It coursed through me, starting at the bicep then spreading out. Another pulse of pain and I gasped.

“Flex again. Come on, bro. You know you felt that. You felt that pleasure. Flex.”

I flexed again, my bicep thickening and bulging as I did so and the pleasure washing over me.

“Oh, Oh Fuck.” I groaned and writhed a bit on my feet. 

“Good boy. Listen to my voice. Take it in. Let it sink into your mind. Your brain is shrinking. Your intelligence is slipping. All that matters is getting big, getting jocked, getting swole, bigger hot, getting sweaty. Be a bro. Flex.”

I did. The pleasure coursed through me again.

“You’re gonna be so stupid, bro. You’re gonna smile like an idiot when someone calls you dumb. Flex again. Both arms this time.”

I shuddered, both arms raised, flexed, and the pleasure increased, doubled, spread.

“You’re growing. Getting bigger. Your body is growing. Every time you flex, you get bigger. You get dumber. You feel it, don’t you? Yeah. Keep going. The bigger you get, the dumber you get. Flex. Yeah, don’t stop. You want to flex, you want to show off, you want to empty your brain. Thinking is an anchor, it keeps you from getting bigger, getting stronger, getting swole. Stop thinking. Don’t think. All you need to worry about is being a bro.

Flex.” The voice repeated. I did. 

My biceps thickened. Ballooned. I felt them. I felt the muscles expand and with each expansion, I felt pleasure. I could feel it coursing through my veins. I was breathing heavily, panting.

“You are going to be a bro. A big muscle jock. A sweaty, smelly, stupid, strong, hot jock. You’ll live for being a bro. You’ll be a big muscle bitch. Yes, a bitch. That’s what you’re here for. This is what this training is for. To train you. To change you. To make you into what you want to be.

A whore. A big thick muscle whore. A dick pig. A cock slut. Make that jock hole between those thick cheeks a deep greedy muscle pussy.

You’ll exist to suck cock. You’ll live to get pumped. And get pumped; full of fat throbbing cock. Black, white, Arab, it doesn’t matter who it’s from. You’ll love it. You need it. You want your slut jock hole filled, used, gaped, abused, flooded, again and again. 

Flex.”

I groaned, my body stretched and ballooned, I felt the growth. I felt my shirt getting tighter. Too tight. I felt hands on me.

“Stay still, bro,” Luis said. I could hear him through the headphones, far but he was standing in front of me. He tore the shirt open. It fell to the ground. I didn’t see it but I felt it.

The voice in my ears continued. “Get dumb. Forget your thoughts. Clear your thoughts. Think of getting bigger, swole, think of that, nothing else. Nothing else matters. Flex. Moan. Be a good bitch. A good muscle slut. Your thick perfect beefy ass will be desired by men all over. They’ll see it. They’ll want it. And you will be happy to give it up, to raise that juicy ass up, to beg them to fuck it, to pound it, to beat it into submission. You’ll straddle any and all men that present their cocks to you and you’ll ride, you’ll post, until they empty themselves into you, and then you’ll move to the next man, and repeat, again and again. This is what you’ll be.”

Images flashed across my eyes. Images of men. Jocks. Muscular. Hot. Sweaty. Dumb.

“Look at them. Bros. Sweaty. Stupid. Swole. Big. Thick juicy cheeks. See them? You’ll look like that soon.

Watch those cheeks. Watch them jiggle. Watch them work.”

The two jocks stripped out of their singlets. Muscles flexing. Bulging. Thick biceps and full round pecs. They approached a man. He’s got a muscle gut. Wearing a hat that says Coach.

“Love Coach. Follow his orders. Coach is King. Coach is God. Coach will send you to the men who’ll use you. You exist to be used. To be a pumped up fuck pig contantly hungry for cock, insatiable. Watch them work. Watch them twerk. Dance. Flex. Now, bro. Flex.”

My pants felt tight. I flexed again. My shorts ripped down the side. 

“Watch them work. Watch them suck. Watch them swallow that daddy cock. That could be you. That will be you. You’ll be a jock. You’ll be dumb. You’ll be horny… And always prepared to flex.”

I removed the headset. Luis was standing there. Smirking. Cock bulging his shorts. He was slowly stroking it. He had watched me.

“Mirror. Go look at your new body… Enjoy it… You’re going to get bigger soon… If you like what you see… Come thank me. On your knees…jock slut.”

By: davidrodge

“Copy that Dispatch, we’re just pulling up to the home.” Said Officer Raymond as he switched his cruiser off. He looked over to his partner, Jennings who was fidgeting with his vest and sighed. “Let’s go shut down another house party.” Jennings pumped his fist in the air and put on a fake grin. “Gotta love Fall Break!” 

The two officers stepped out of the patrol car and into the cold November night. They had been shutting down drunken parties since 8 PM. Now it was 1:00 AM. They had no idea why this usually quiet suburban town had decided to go crazy tonight. Officer Raymond appreciate the easy going partner Jennings was, but it was obvious that they would both rather be somewhere else. Jennings would rather be at home with his young family, and Raymond would have liked to have some weekend fun with his wife. 

Officer Jennings was a shorter man. One of the younger officers on the force. He was still rocking the new cop patchy mustache, and strode up the walkway steps with ease. Officer Raymond was a little bit on the heavier side. He had been on the force long enough to know that looks don't matter that much as a cop, and long enough to be winded by a few steps.

The house they approached was a complete mess. Empty beer cans and garbage littered the once pristine lawn as ear deafening bass blared from the inside. Jennings had mentioned he actually new the owners. Jim and Sarah Hernandez. Both worked in the city offices, and both were reserved, quiet, polite people. Why in the hell they had chosen to throw an all night ranger that broke several city ordinances was beyond officer Raymond. 

The two reached the font door and gave a few aggressive raps on the door. Jennings looked through the windows and gawked. “Unbelievable. Raymond Check out the Living room..” Raymond glanced through the window and saw the mess unfolding inside. Around 30 young men. All at different stages of intoxication were yelling, laughing, and dancing inside.

From the small angle of what he could see, Raymond counted 3 holes punched into the walls, and 2 pairs of men groping each other in the corner. Raymond narrowed his eyes and knocked… or rather banged on the door again. He was used to seeing parties where younger girls would get sloppy with whatever college football drop out they could find, but he hadn’t encountered a party where… well where he’d seen this happen.

Finally was opened by a younger man. Cameron ~ the youngest son in the Hernandez family.

“Officers!” He said, sloshing a solo cup behind his back, “I know what this looks like but I promise things are winding down.”

Officer Raymond stepped forward, putting on his sterner face. 

“Cam, we need to talk to your parents. We’ve gotten 3 noise complaints on this block and we need to shut this party down.”

Cameron, seemingly unfazed by what he had just said smiled broadly at the two of them. He raised his hands.

“For sure guys, hey! I’ll go get my parents if you too just chill here for a moment!” He strode away, glancing over his shoulder as he went. 

Jennings called after him. “Hurry back or were going to have to start towing vehicles!” Hopefully an empty threat.

Raymond turned his gaze away from a younger man kept blowing kisses at him through the window.

“Why do you think there are so many guys at this party, and why are they all,” he motioned over to two young men going at it in a corner, “like that?”

Jennings shrugged. “I couldn’t tell ya. I know that Cameron is gay, but I also know that Jim and Sarah don’t really see eye to eye with him on that. I honestly have no idea why they would ever allow something like this in the first place. I talked to jim today after morning briefing and he said they didn’t have any plans tonight. Guess that changed.” Jennings shifted his gaze back into the house as Cameron came back down the stair case smiling.

“Well? Where are your parents at young man?” Officer Raymond said crossing his arms. Cameron Smiled, bouncing down the landing and held up his smart phone. 

“Sorry I had to grab this before I bring you in. I want to make sure you two fit in at the party.” Cameron held it like a TV remote and pointed it at the pair. Officer Raymond instinctively placed his hand oh his holster.

“What the hell are youuuu….” Raymond trailed off as a fuzzy feeling came over him and his body ceased to move. Every fiber of his being came to a halt as he stood frozen in place in front of Cameron. Out of the corner of his eye Raymond saw Jennings, standing motionless with a perplexed look on his face. What was this? Raymond struggled to move… anything at all. His hands remained motionless at his sides. The slight breeze shifted the two officers clothing and hair but they remained stone like. Was this a stroke?” 

Cameron smiled and took a step onto the font porch. He took a sip from his solo cup and threw it against the wall, splattering cheap alcohol everywhere and eliciting a cheer from a few party goers inside. 

“Sorry about pausing you guys, I just had to make sure that you both were in one place while I made My adjustments.” Cameron began circling the two of them out on the porch. Almost like a shark, eyeing them up like meat. 

"I think we'll start with you Mr. Jennings." Cameron stated, planting his feat and typing away on his phone. 

~What the hell is this kid talking about?~ Raymond thought, still completely unmovable. Cam glanced upward from what he was typing for a moment. Almost like he had heard what Raymond had thought.

"It's this app." He said simply with a smile. He tossed his curly hair back and kept typing.

"I got tired of people judging me for who I am. Did some searching. Turns out there are ways to change the world around me to make it more.... inclusive!" 

Raymond realed at how damn stupid this kid sounded, but felt a twinge of fear settle in his heart because no matter how ridiculous it seemed, he was after all frozen in place.

"Alright, that should finish up your adjustments Mr Jennings! I hope you like what I have in mind. Like I said, the party's winding down so it's a good thing you showed up to liven things up!" 

Cam pressed a button on his phone and turned to Raymond.

"You can watch If you want."

Suddenly Raymond's neck whipped around, almost to an uncomfortable angle so he was facing Jennings full on. 

Jennings eyes widened as his body uniform started moving by itself on his still frozen frame. His Kevlar vest unzipped itself and began melting away into thin air - exposing Jennings average body underneath. Raymond watched in shock as Jennings once average looking chest ballooned outwards, forming an overly exaggerated pec shelf. Almost as if a wave was running down his abdomen, his fat melted off of his stomach, revealing a newly formed tanned six pack. Jennings shoulders expanded outwards, at the same times veins started pressing out of his forearms as his arms swelled with muscle. 

He grunted as the changes continued running up his neck. As Jennings undershirt evaporated off of his body, Raymond watched in horror as Jennings shocked and confused face reformed. His once strong and stoic face softened, leaving him with a more playful boyish look. His Dark crew cut turned to a light blonde and restyled itself into soft fluffy curls. A daft grin plastered itself on his lips and previously piercing eyes turned dull And dark. To finish off the changes, Jennings combat pants started to fold in on themselves; changing texture and material until they had become a skimpy pair of red briefs that flaunted his manhood.

Where Officer Jennings once stood now was a scantly clad stranger that only slightly resembled the previous man. Cameron giggled and beamed with excitement.

“You look IN-Credible Mr Jennings! I think you’re going to be just what this party needs. How do you feel?” 

Raymond watched as Jennings unfroze. He half expected Jennings to scream, take down the kid, anything at all. But instead, the new Jennings ran his fingers through his styled hair and cupped a hand over his briefs.

“I feel great baby. You know I always love showing up for my favorite clients!” Jennings smirked at Cameron and gave a quick wink. “I’d love to show you how much I appreciate you calling…. Maybe with a private show?” He flexed his now massive chest. Cameron laughed and blushed a little.

“Hey, maybe later tonight lover boy. In the meantime If you could go inside and liven things up a bit that’d be great.”

Raymond watched, still completely frozen and utterly terrified as the man in place of Jennings nodded and strode inside. He gave Cameron a playful smack on the ass as he sauntered by, and was greeted by cheers and whistles from the men inside. Cameron smiled again and turned back to Raymond.

“Oh my gosh isn’t he perfect?? And honestly it didn’t take a lot of work! Just a few tweaks to his profile and he’s the perfect stripper!” Raymond felt a knot form in his stomach as Cameron began looking him up and down. His mind raced as he frantically tried to grasp his situation. More than anything, Raymond wished that his he could regain control of his hands which were a mere centimeters from his holstered weapon. As cameron circled around him, Raymond caught a glimpse of his phone screen. there was a picture of him displayed with various sliders and entry boxes.

“I don’t know if I ever got the chance to meet you,” said cameron as he rounded back in front of him. “ I know Mr. Jennings from my old scout camps but you and I have never met…” he glanced down at his phone, “…Mr. Raymond. If you wanna follow me inside we’ll get you all fixed up.” Cameron pressed a button on his phone, and like a passenger in his own body Officer Raymonds body relaxed and started following cameron into the house. As he walked past the threshold, He was able to take in the full breadth of the chaos’s inside. The interior of the home was absolutely thrashed - with broken furniture and cups littering the floor. Almost every available nook, corner, or seat was occupied by a pair or a group of men in love. Raymond caught a glimpse of what he recognized as the new Jennings grinding against some young man on top of the dining room table. Cameron turned called back to him as they exited he living room,

“Originally this party was a mixture of some of my friends from school, but I really wanted to see if this app could make my fantasies a reality, and well… here we are.” Cameron laughed as he brushed past a pair making out up against the wall of the hallway. “ I thought it might be nice if everyone experienced life the way I would like to. Oh! You asked earlier about my parents, well, here’s a picture of them before tonight.” he stopped in front of a doorway and pointed up at a framed picture that hung in the hall. Raymond recognized them both from work, just your average middle aged couple with conservative clothing and slightly graying hair. Cameron turned around and beamed at Raymond. “…and THis is them now!” He then pushed open the bedroom door, allowing Raymond to peak inside. 

Two men were making out against the far wall. One, well built, obviously pumped full of steroids, with a shaved head, covered in tattoos, and with a heaving chest. He pressed the other against the wall in a gentle embrace. The other was lankier, with a runners build, who returned the firsts kisses with an eager passion. Both wore next to nothing and were exploring each others bodies with wandering hands.

Officer Raymond was confused for only a moment, until it dawned on him what cameron had meant, that the two men in there used to be - 

“Don’t let us interrupt you two!” Cameron called in a sing song voice. “Glad you both found somewhere private to take care of each other.” The two broke their kiss for a moment. The tattooed man smirked at cameron, “Make sure to find us as soon as the party starts winding down big guy.” They resumed their embrace as cameron quietly closed the door. He looked at Raymond with a wide open grin. 

“Can you believe it!” He said excitedly. “Now I don’t have to deal with their outdated life views anymore!” He leaned close to the still immobile Raymond and whispered, “ My dad was the worst of all, So I made him the bottom. Isn’t that perfect?! Not that its a punishment or anything, I just thought he might enjoy the experience.” Cameron laughed to himself as Raymond screamed internally. On the other side of the door the bed began to squeak. Cameron sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Alight, now that we know each other well enough, lets get you ready for the party ey?”

Raymond fought with all of his willpower to break whatever force was holding him in place, to run away, or even open his mouth - but couldn’t muster a single twitch. He stood rigidly with a neutral expression on his face as Cameron typed away. 

“I’m thinking you and your partner could make a hell a duo out there.” Cameron said as he gave one final flourished tap on his phone. 

~This has to be a nightmare~ Raymond thought to himself. He had almost convinced himself of that, until a wam shiver ran up his spine. His Vest shimmered and began to melt off his body. Cameron smiled, watching the progress.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought we could really go big with you.”

Raymond trembled as his skin felt like it was bursting. Long atrophied muscle materialized back into existence. As his pants began to shrink and climb up his legs, Raymond’s legs swelled to massive proportions. His thighs pushed rubbed against one and other as his quads swelled. His manhood was shoved forward as his but plumped into a pair of perfect globes. He raged inwardly as his pats shifted and finally settled into a tropical colored speedo that showed off his impressive bulge. 

-There’s NO WAY I’m becoming this lunatics sex dream!!~ he painstaking thought as the changes continued up his body. Cameron ginned as Raymond’s chest and torso became defined! His pecs continued to swell until they hung off his body as a pair of muscle tits. Raymond stifled a gasp as he felt the shift race up his neck. Suddenly Raymond’s mind was on fire. Fragmented and torn. His thoughts swirled around like a whirl pool as his face contorted. As a thick fog enveloped him, He desperately tried to hold onto himself. He stared at cameron and tried to hold onto what he had witnessed tonight. He wasn’t going to be changed by this vile… perverted……. Hunk? Raymond shut his eyes tight as mind reformed. Cameron waited excitedly as he watched the final changes. Raymonds once thinning hair turned Jet black and slicked itself back. His shoulders swelled to the size of boulders, and a pair of permanent abbs materialized on his torso. His took on a deep tan and his lips became plump and pouty. Cameron beamed as Raymond opened his eyes.

“Wow, you look absolutely stunning. I think you’ll fit in just fine tonight… Raphael.” Raymond,- now Raphael eyed up the younger man in front of him and put on a cool smile. He didn’t remember why Cameron had brought him back to the master bedroom, but he hoped it was for what he thought; as pressure built in his poser speedo. He leaned back against the hallway. “Anything for my favorite client.”

By:  dumb-and-jocked 

Maxwell Stewart was slowly making his way to his car. After a long, stressful day at the office, the first thing he wanted to do was get home. The three meetings with corporate, along with a talk with his adviser on the advancement of his group project had spent him. Although it was a lot, each event went off just how he had planned, promising him an offer towards a new position with a much higher pay. His boss had told him “off the record” that he was the top candidate for a new opening. Everyone in the office had been fighting for it, but luckily with all his hard work he was able to snag it. With the day now behind him, all Maxwell wanted to do now was go home, and luckily because of his hectic day he was allowed to leave early, but sadly he knew he needed to do something first.

Earlier that day, he had been talking with one of his coworkers about a school event he had to volunteer for. Maxwell’s son was currently in his senior year of high school, so he wasn’t thrilled when his son had asked him to help chaperone a school dance. John, his coworker, commented on the same thing, explaining how he had to volunteer for his son too. He eventually steered into how his son was raising money by doing an at-home car wash that day, and by the end of the conversation Maxwell had somehow agreed to come over to John’s after work.

Slowly getting into his car, Maxwell felt his body stretch into the leather seat. After turning 55 a few weeks ago, he could definitely feel how his body was not in his prime anymore. With a height below the average male, a balding head, and the beginnings of a beer gut, Maxwell wasn’t the most impressive item on the market. After his wife had divorced him years earlier after discovering his mistress, it came as a surprise when his son agreed to live with him. It was even more of a surprise when he found out his ex-wife was fine with it too, as it would be better to call his mistress a mister.

Driving out of the ramp and onto the freeway, Maxwell followed his GPS to John’s house. He knew that his coworker didn’t live that far from where he did, living in the same portion of the suburban ring. After driving a few more minutes off the main road, he steered off into a nearby neighborhood. His phone carefully directed him into a quiet neighborhood, one that looked to be built before the housing bubble burst. Tan colored homes lined the streets with large plants and medium-sized trees swaying languidly in the afternoon breeze. 

Finding John’s home, Maxwell pulled into the driveway, backing up his black car in front of the garage. Getting out of his vehicle, he noticed the multiple items scattered across the lawn, including a hose, bucket, and multiple large different-colored bottles of soap. It looked right for a homemade car wash, but he knew that he was supporting a good cause. Walking up to the front door, he looked between the door and glowing doorbell, not knowing which to hit. He decided ringing would be best, and after doing so took a step away from the door. 

A rustle was heard from inside and the door swung open, revealing a twenty-something year-old standing tall in nothing but a striped speedo. In his arm swung a sign reading “CAR WASH HERE” in messy letters. Maxwell, shocked at the sight, didn’t know what to say. John was only in his early forties, so he expected his kid to be in elementary or middle school, not what looked to be a college student. The young man in front of him was easily 6’4, had a thick brown beard, and looked as if he was a crew captain. His messy quiff haircut, along with the bulging muscles and pine tree tattoo, gave the ultimate douchebag appearance. The man extended a hand to Maxwell, breaking him out of his perplexion.

“Sup bro, Wyatt Williams,” he greeted, his low baritone rumbled with tones of youth.

“Maxwell Stewart,” Maxwell replied back, shaking the other man’s hand. He didn’t look at all like John, but he did have the same last name, so maybe he just took from his mother.

“Oh! Dude you must be dad’s coworker, he texted me that you’d come by. I was just putting away my stuff thinking you weren’t coming.”

“Sorry, I had a late day at the office,” Maxwell responded, cringing at frat boy language.

“That’s cool, brah, let me just drop this and I’ll get right to work.” Wyatt threw the sign on the ground and brushed past Maxwell out the front door. The smell of Axe and locker room flew past Maxwell as the young man walked over to the hose and bucket. Sighing at what he’d gotten himself into, he watched as Wyatt set up, trying to come up with something to talk about.

“So,” Maxwell began nervously, “where’s your father at, Wyatt?”

“The old man?” Wyatt inquired, slowly filling the bucket with water and pouring in soap from a random bottle. “Went to the store to grab something, wanted me to say hi for him if you stopped by.” Maxwell smirked a bit as he watched Wyatt grab the bucket and stroll over to the car. He began to hose the vehicle down, getting it wet before the pounds of soap would be dumped on top. 

“Are you a college student?” Maxwell asked, a little more confident.

“Yeah broski,” Wyatt said, “Last year at the U, majoring in Business.” Wyatt paused, turning on the hose before continuing, ”Also proud member of the Varsity Crew Team and Vice President of Sigma Alpha Nu!” Immediately after Wyatt said this he howled, Maxwell assumed it was some kind of chant for the fraternity.

As the frat jock began to hose down his car, Maxwell began to investigate Wyatt’s body. Looking at the young man’s abnormally large feet and naturally flawless figure, it was hard for Maxwell not to start perking up. Being an older man with his strange history, he hadn’t been able to find any gay men willing to start a relationship with him, let alone have sex. The more he looked at the frat boy, the more it was turning him on. Suddenly, his whole average-sized package was visible through his dress pants. Although it was quite prominent, it still wasn’t as large as the treasure that hid within the tight speedo. Maxwell unconsciously rubbed himself as he stood there, not noticing himself or Wyatt turning just in time to see him.

“FAG!” Wyatt shouted, appalled at the older man’s actions. Before Maxwell could react, he suddenly felt a blast of water hit his body as the hose was pointed at him. Not prepared for the impact, the older man fell to the ground, his work suit soaked as he struggled to get back up.

“What in the-” Maxwell began as he got back up, but was immediately interrupted with another burst of water, pushing him back to the ground.

“You’ve lost all power here, dude,” the jock said before jumping on the ground and straddling Maxwell. With the frat boy on his lap, pushing him to the ground, it was embarrassingly hard for Maxwell to control himself. He tried his best, but all his blood flowed to his dick, causing him to lose all rationale.

“Cock-suckers like you are pathetic. Can’t even control your dick when a real man is on top of you?” Wyatt chuckled as he grabbed a green bottle of soap. In a few moments, Maxwell was once again blasted with water, only this time Wyatt dumped the suds into the powerful stream. The soapy water drenched Maxwell’s body from head to toe. It got everywhere, even in his eyes; strangely however, it didn’t sting. It also reeked like cheap cologne, but Maxwell was too confused with the entire situation to understand what was happening to his body.

As the water and jade soap slowly soaked into Maxwell’s business suit and skin, his body began to slowly age downwards. Years began to fly away as fast as hairs began to reappear on Maxwell’s head. Suddenly, the balding gray crown grew back into a modern black pompadour. Wrinkles and age lines began to sink back into the skin as small, taut muscles began to replace the sporadic piles of fat. The beer belly sunk away into a flat stomach, while Maxwell’s legs pulled themselves in to lose a single inch. Vast amounts of body hair retracted into the skin, making the man look as if he never grew body hair below the head. As the skin across the body became fresh, Maxwell’s arms and legs began to gain the tiniest amounts of definition–nothing special but something to make it across campus. As the last few suds sank in, the remaining amounts of fat and extra weight disappeared, leaving Maxwell looking like an average college student and about the same age as the frat boy above him.

“How you feeling, brah?” Wyatt said, still straddling the now younger man.

“Fine?” Max replied, his tone more youthful than before, “Now can you get off of me? I just want to go home.” Wyatt smirked, grabbing the next bottle of soap. Maxwell, or Max as he had called himself, had failed to notice how his body was much younger, or that his suit had been replaced with a pair of jeans, converse, and a sweatshirt for the local university that Wyatt attended. As Max kept complaining, Wyatt grabbed a red bottle of soap, trying to ignore the boner that was still tickling his posterior. Although he loved to flaunt in his speedo, the straddling always made him uncomfortable for this exact reason. Wyatt got up, but, making sure that Max didn’t get away, placed one of his monster feet on the young man. He knew how much fags loved his feet, as he’d performed this operation multiple times.

Max sighed in relief as the jock got off of him, thinking he was finally let go, but before he could move he suddenly felt a large object of flesh land on his face. He tried to open his mouth and speak, but everything came out muddled under the foot. Trying to speak, Max subconsciously began smelling the frat boy’s foot, his boner rising at the pungent funk. Wyatt grimaced but knew he was doing this for a good cause.

“Hope you’re enjoying my Size 16 feet, fairy” the jock growled cockily as he turned the hose back on for another spray down. Max’s body lurched as the cold water hailed down on him once more, only this time with red-colored suds. This soap didn’t sting either, but it stunk like the seat of an alpha male. As the crimson foam sunk into the young man’s clothes and skin, the changes began to take place. Under Wyatt’s large foot, Max’s body began to slowly expand, stretching him out to a solid 6 feet tall. Small muscles began to pump themselves up, scattered around the triceps, biceps, and calves. Max’s quads barely inflated as his own feet enlarged, growing almost three sizes into a meatier Size 12. As the soap sunk into the bloodstream, the formerly hard cock began to diminish as blood was redirected. There was no way that a strong, alpha , male would get hard over another man. Although his dick was no longer hard, it was now a little longer and thicker than when he was previously soft. As the blood was pumped into other parts of the body, Max’s eager sniffs slowly became more timid, eventually turning repulsive. He couldn’t be seen like this, overpowered by another man. And he couldn’t believe he had a foot on top of his face, the only people who would enjoy this masculine act were pansies–and he was no faggot.

“Making gains, bro, making gains,” Wyatt said, casually lifting his foot from the young man’s face.

“Not cool, man, that was disgusting!” Maxwell grimaced, his voice noticeably deeper. He looked as if he was in major pain as he coughed into his Ralph Lauren polo. The young man was fuming, he couldn’t believe he was just soaked. The dumb jock had ruined his pressed khaki’s and loafers; it was audicaious.

“You idiot frat boy!” Maxwell yelled getting up, “Don’t you have any respect?” Maxwell began to shout at Wyatt, making a massive fuss. Wyatt groaned before grabbing a bottle of yellow soap, not at all listening to the young man before him. Somehow, he had accidentally made a prepster, which was worse than the old faggot he originally started with. He had eradicated the age and homosexuality, but now he had to get rid of the memories, and the intelligence with it.

Maxwell was going mad. All he wanted to do was go home, have dinner with his son, and go to bed, but somehow he had been stuck here with his coworker’s son. He had to escape. Right as Maxwell was about to make a run for it however, a golden wave burst upon his chest, sending him once again flying to the ground. The suds stank like piss, slowly drilling their way through Maxwell’s pores. As the yellow foam sank in, the young man’s body began to swell. First, his arms began to plump up as strong triceps and biceps began to expand into huge, softball sized mounds. His hands grew meaty as large, shelf-like pecs popped in. Abs jumped up like popcorn until a path of eight rock-hard muscles now laid upon Maxwell’s chest. Brown hairs spread like wildfire across Maxwell’s body, coating every area with a nice layer of fur and growing forests in his armpits and crotch. The soap sunk into his legs, creating thick, juicy quads and calves that were as strong as steel. His lower body stretched out, bringing him to 6’3, right under his bro, Wyatt. His feet bloated next, as callousy skin covered the once previously soft area. Meat began to beef up his toes and heel, bringing his feet to Size 15 monstrosities. Maxwell’s cock quickly inflated, creating a snake that would grow to 10 inches for any sorority babe. His balls inflated to, holding the semun of an alpha frat boy.

The yellow soap quickly traveled north, creating a thick neck and large Adam’s apple for a smooth, base timbre along the way. As the last of the suds swam around Maxwell’s head, they slowly corrected his facial structure, creating a square jaw with thicker, more neathanderthal-like eyebrows. His ears grew slightly as his teeth straightened with a pearly white. The black hair on his head was swept with chestnut brown and the sides shaved down and the top became a messy quiff similar to Wyatt’s. A douchey chinstrap wrapped around Maxwell’s neck as his eyes became a dull shade of beige. The suds slowly sunk into his brain, attacking core regions and his intellect began to fall away. Memories of his job, his son, and his life began to fade away. His brain quickly shrank as not only 33 years were wiped away, but so were 40 IQ points. Now resting at a shaky 85, new images of working out, practicing with the crew team, and working on an easy business major infiltrated his head. Many nights of late partying with his fellow bros and placing faggots in their place swarmed into his memory. As the final changes took place, a lifeless, arrogant grin appeared on his face. The middle-aged businessman was washed away, being replaced with a douchey frat boy with little to no potential.

Wyatt quickly turned the hose off to look over his new bro. The young man slowly rose, placing himself on a brick wall and flexing.

“Looking extra bulky today!” Wyatt exclaimed, admiring his work, “Glad you agreed to help with the carwash today, you’re luring customers in with those guns, broseph.”

“Hope you’re not faggin’ out on me, brah,” the new jock rumbled, adjusting his navy tank before groping himself through his short sweatshorts. “Think we’d have to stop being best bros if you’re becoming a cock-sucker.”

Before either could continue, a man walked out the front door of the house. Walking up to the pair, he at first looked appalled, but then he slowly began to smile. His grin looked cynical, almost malicious.

“Nice to meet you, I’m John Williams,” the man said, extending a hand.

“Mason Schmidt,” the jock said, giving his own meaty hand and shaking vigorously. John nodded before gazing up at Wyatt.

“Incredible work Mr. Olson, I appreciate this immensely.”

“No probs, just gave him a few bromosomes and he became the ideal wingman.” Wyatt and John looked back over at Mason, who was currently admiring his own muscles.

“I hope you understand how important this is, your work has sent a huge new position my way.” John then proceeded to hand Wyatt an envelope, “I put in a little extra for your tremendous work.”

“If this dude really believed I was your son, than he wasn’t meant for the job,” Wyatt chuckled as he looked at the bundle of cash, “Anyway, it all helps out the frat in the end.” 

“Let’s go, bro! Back to the frat house,” Wyatt called, grabbing his bottles of soap and heading out.

“Look dude! I can make ‘em bounce!” Mason chuckled dumbly, posing and moving his biceps.

A Fine Bromance

“Listen Charles,” said Timothy as he and his friend Charles stood in front of the mirror in the locker room.  “We might have created the perfect jock bodies for ourselves but you said yourself, we don’t know how to act the part.  It’ll be easy to fix with the app and we can always change back if we don’t like it.  Look, all I have to do is tap this button, I can apply the ‘Bro’ personality to myself… just… like… so!”

As soon as he pressed the button, Timothy shuddered slightly and rolled his neck, shrugging his heavy shoulders before a dopey, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“Whoa, dude, that’s a fuckin’ trip!” Timothy brayed loudly in a deep, bovine voice with more than a hint of a Jersey Shore accent.  “Check it out, I’m a total fuckin’ bro now!  Fuck I even know about sports and how to get laid and shit.  Brah, you totally have to try this!”

“Wait Timothy, stop – I don’t want to be a…” But before Charles could do anything, Timothy hit the button on Charles’ profile and his protestations and concerned look of fear were replaced by a look of confusion followed by a cocky grin from his friend.

“What the fuck bro!”  Charles shouted before the look of surprise on his face settled into an easy smirk as he shook out his muscular arms and hit a front double biceps pose in the mirror.  “This is totally sick, check out what I can do with these guns now man.”

“Pretty awesome right?” Agreed Timothy, who was by now adjusting his junk and pulling his shorts up to inspect the striation in his quads as he preened himself in the mirror.

“But I think a bod this rockin’ needs some ink.” Timothy continued, now tapping on a series of new menus as Charles looked on approvingly.

Hitting the submit button, Charles and Timothy gazed in awe as a full sleeve of tattoos bloomed on Timothy’s left arm before spreading across his chest to be followed by a smaller tattoo of cursive script on his chiselled adonis belt.

“Fuckin’ A! Check out this ink man!  If this doesn’t get me some cock tonight my name ain’t Travis.”

“What the fuck bro, since when are you into cock?  And your name’s not Travis, it’s, um…”  Charles ended weakly, a confused, perplexed look on his face.  “Fuck!  I can’t remember what your name was before.”

“Ah quit bitchin’ Clyde, you think too much.” ‘Travis’ said irritably, tapping again on his phone and inspecting the tent that began to appear in ‘Clyde’s’ trunks.

“Listen bro,” continued Clyde, ignoring Travis’ continued taps, rubbing his rock hard cock as he began to feel increasingly distracted.  “I don’t think this app’s safe. It’s changing shit without us noticing and…”

Travis cut him off abruptly.  “Who care’s if it’s changing shit?  We’ve got hot new bods and I can see my new ink’s getting you horned up.” he said swatting Clyde’s throbbing boner playfully.  “How about you quit whining like some dumbass bimbo, be a real bro and show me what you can do with those sweet DSLs of yours?.”

By: bouncyboytfs

I had always carried the self-proclaimed title of intellectual, a label that some may argue was too heavy for my own good. People often called me arrogant, rude, but I simply didn't have the time or patience for those who couldn't match my intellectual depth. This, of course, created a rift between me and the so-called mindless jocks, who seemed to resent my superiority. It was no surprise that the coach had taken a special interest in me, probably to attempt to mold me into something I thought I didn't need.

The next class on the schedule was Physical Education, a subject I detested with a passion. It had nothing to do with my slender frame or my height of 5'6". It was simply because I couldn't bring myself to care. In my mind, PE class was designed for the meatheads, the ones who felt the need to prove themselves physically. I, on the other hand, didn't feel the need to prove anything.

During PE class, the coach gathered the group together for what appeared to be yet another one of his supposedly important speeches, much like the "core principles of PE" lectures he delivered regularly. It was a monotonous routine, preaching about hard work, discipline, and all that stuff. To me, it seemed utterly pointless and exhausting.

I watched with a glazed-over expression, paying attention to everything but coach's words. Suddenly, I felt his gaze land directly on me, piercing through my indifference. "Dan, step forward," he commanded, his voice carrying an unusual authority. With reluctance, I made my way to the front of the group, only to have the coach grab my thin arm and yank me towards him, causing me to stumble and fall against his imposing chest.

"Dan, I've had enough of you making a mockery of this school. What makes you think you can get away with ignoring me, huh?" His tone was accusatory, as if I had committed some grave offense.

I mustered up a lie, trying to defend myself. "I wasn't ignoring you."

"Really? Then tell me, Dan, repeat the core principles," he challenged, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and superiority.

I stuttered, struggling to recall the words I had dismissed so many times before. "Um... discipline..."

"Good," he grunted, clearly satisfied with my answer. "You must be disciplined, Dan. A boy doesnt grow a body like that by just reading books and playing video games."

I glanced down at my imposing figure, standing at a towering 6'2, and a strange sense of pride welled up within me. The sight of my bulging muscles straining against the fabric of my tight, small shirt gave me a misplaced feeling of accomplishment. However, a nagging sensation tugged at the back of my mind. Why was I wearing such a small shirt? This must be, what, an extra small? Dude, I should know that I don’t fit in anything smaller than a large. This tiny shirt hugging my built body makes it look like i’m wearing a crop top!

"What's the second principle, Dan?" the coach pressed on.

"Uh..." I hesitated, my mind drawing a blank. "I don't remember, coach."

"Of course you don't," he snickered, relishing in my momentary lapse. "You know what, that second principle might as well be 'dumbness' to match your IQ."

Defensively, I tried to reassure myself. "Sure, I've never been the smartest, but I'm not dumb, right? 80 IQ is a pretty big number, if you ask me."

The class snickers at me.

"It's dedication, Danny," the coach corrected me, his tone dripping with condescension.

“Oh right, Mr. Broski. I forgot about that one," I laughed in a bovine manner. 

"Yes, Danny. You forget a lot of things," the coach taunted, as the class burst out laughing. The weight of my confusion grew heavier as the coach continued to test my knowledge. My mind drew a blank once again when he asked for the third and final principle.

"It's the most important one," he emphasized, his voice dripping with disappointment. My response was no more than a bovine drone, "Um..."

"'Um' is not an answer. What is wrong with you? Is that big cock of yours sapping taking all the blood from your brain? Can you not think?" The coach's words pierced through my confusion, leaving me feeling utterly lost and foolish. I could do nothing more than brazenly slip my massive hand under my boxers and itch my hairy bush. 

"No, I can, dude. I swear... Wasn't I so good at the whole thinking thing earlier?" I tried to defend myself, desperately clinging to a memory which almost felt false. 

The class erupted in laughter once again. Why are people laughing? Am I missing something?

The coach rolled his eyes, clearly unamused. "Oh, you're funny now too," he scoffed. "It's obedience. I'm surprised you forgot that, considering how good you are at it."

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what's come over me today," I muttered, looking at the coach as if he were some deity. 

I looked down in shame but was taken aback by the two massive slabs of meat blocking my view of the ground. "Ar... Are my pecs normally this big?"

Confusion washed over me like a tidal wave as my gaze fell upon the coach. His voice took on a harsher tone, filled with heightened disappointment. "You think you're so smart, don't ya, Danny? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but you're as dumb as a bag of rocks. Without my guidance, you'd be going nowhere in life."

The coach's hand landed on my head, delivering a series of painful smacks that served as a cruel reminder of my supposed stupidity. His chuckles resonated in the air, relishing in my transformation. As I recover from his smacks, I realise the hall is filled with an audience surrounding a blue wrestling mat in the middle of the room. 

As the harsh reality sank in, my arrogant facade crumbled, replaced by a deep sense of regret. In that moment, I finally grasped the importance of discipline, dedication, and obedience that the coach had been tirelessly emphasizing. He pushed me toward the wrestling mat, his words echoing in my ears, "Give 'em hell, Danny!"

Looking down, I noticed the wrestling singlet clinging tightly to my newfound muscular frame. The pungent odor assaulted my senses, reminding me of my neglect in washing it. How could I have let it go unwashed for two whole years? Sweat stains were embedded into the fabric, particularly along my fat ass crack.

The next thing I knew, I found myself on top of my opponent, my fat cock pressed against his tight ass, I could feel his muffled voice begging me to make the stench stop. I try to stop to help the boy but all I could do is let out a dumb chuckle and let out a 

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By: tf-lover

Hey! I’d be happy to help. You’ve come at a good time too, because I’ve recently come across something a little unique that I’ve been wanting to try out. Now, I bet you're wondering what this thing I've discovered is, right? It’s this little thing called the Cosmic Switch. Flip it, and it’ll ‘unlock’ your body and let it shift itself until you’re subconsciously happy. Sounds good, right? It's perfect for requests like this; your own desires will guide your changes instead of worrying about me deciding. It's in your hands now, not that you'll remember this, so enjoy!

***

It was a weekend trip to a local Spanish beach one day where things started to change. You’d already forgotten the strange dream you had the other night, or what you thought was a dream anyway. In reality, it’d been the conversation with me, but the Cosmic Switch had let it fade away. It was better this way in the long run. Not knowing about your new ability would let it work to full effect, and a dream was a simple solution.

Some of your new college friends had somehow persuaded you to join them for a day out at the beach. They’d been trying for a while, and you’d finally run out of excuses not to; the dream had left you in a funny sort of mood, so why not give yourself a bit of a rest? Sure, maybe you would be sitting there fully clothed whilst they all ran around in the skimpiest swimsuits ever, but it was still nice to have a break from the usual insanity of life as a student abroad. Even if you had the confidence to jump up and join them, stop caring and actually live a little for once, you couldn’t just strip off, run over and throw yourself in! 

The first signs of change started as you were lying around listening to music, enjoying not having the pressure of constantly working and doing college work for once. None of the friends you’d come along with were close enough to notice what had slowly started to happen to your body. Not even you noticed, too distracted by the rhythmic crashing of waves against the rocks melding with the music you were listening to. Slowly but surely, though, your stomach shrank and toned up, tight abs replacing the bulkier body you’d grown used to.

With your abs now formed, the rest of your body was quick to shift too, your subconscious desires for a body that was beach-ready and full of confidence pushing your changes further. Any unnecessary weight shed itself as you enjoyed watching your friends mess around in the water nearby. Damn, you wished you could join them. But as your body grew smaller and more toned, you were considering doing just that more and more. “Fuck it, why not?” you thought to yourself. You hadn’t come prepared for swimming, but as you stood up and pulled your clothes, you found a yellow speedo under your jeans. For a second, you wondered briefly why you’d ever thought you hadn’t come ready to have fun. Sure, you might be a little shy with new people, but these were your friends! You could let go of all that here and just enjoy the weekend beach trip; now if only you could be confident enough to apply that to the rest of your life.

They all grinned when they saw you running towards them, laughing as you cannonball'd right in the middle of the group. “Nate! Nice of you to finally join us!”

It wasn’t enough, though. You had felt better as you climbed over the rocks towards the water, but now you were there, you were right back to feeling like more of an outsider. They were nice people, they’d taken the shy American jock they’d met on his first day in and helped him open up after all, but it wasn’t the same as back home. They all made an effort to speak English around you so you knew what was going on, but that didn’t stop them from slipping back into Spanish all the time for jokes that you didn’t get or conversations they didn’t want you to hear. You were learning, but it was slow progress.

***

Despite having some slight imposter syndrome, you couldn’t deny that your beach day had been amazing. Hell, you had even agreed to join them again next weekend when you usually wouldn’t have. You laughed endlessly as you finally let loose and fucked around with them all day, enjoying your confidence growing quickly throughout. I wouldn’t be until later that evening that you’d actually realise what happened that day. It was just meant to be a quick look up at the bathroom mirror to fix your hair after a shower, but looking up to see a face that was similar, but not quite the same as your own, had thrown you.

For a second, the spell was broken.

You knew at the start of the day that you'd been Nate, the shy, chubbier dude who was content to chill and listen to music whilst your friends had fun; now you were totally different. Your body was tight and compact, toned muscle gracing every inch of your now slender frame, and you actually enjoyed what you saw looking back at yourself. This version of Nate had been working out for years. Memories of time working out at home or in the gym flashed before your eyes as you inspected yourself, getting a good look at not only your body, but your face too. You could still recognise yourself, but now with sharp cheekbones and a well defined, clean-shaven jaw you'd been shifted into a hotter version of Nate. One you couldn't wait to try out more.

That was another thing that you realised felt different. You had this inherent sense of confidence now, and you could feel it in the way you naturally stood. Taller, shoulders back, and often with a cheeky grin. This new you knew how hot he was and loved to show it off. The choice of the smallest yellow Speedo for the beach had made that clear enough to you.

How the hell this had happened you had no idea, but if it gave you the confidence to actually throw yourself out there, then you couldn’t exactly complain!

***

Over the next week of college, you found yourself quite surprised by not just how much you were enjoying your new body, but also how you were acting as if you had always looked like this. This was most likely because of the confidence you had gained from that beach trip, as it had never actually faded but just grew stronger until it felt completely natural. While it was incredible to feel so good, you couldn’t help but be slightly scared by just how much it was changing you.

You were a new you, at least on the outside.

That didn’t stop those insecurities from gnawing away as you once again relaxed on the beach the following weekend, only this time surrounded by friends doing the same. Ever since you had moved to Madrid, you had been trying to work on your tan, hoping to help you fit in a bit more both around town and also with your friends. This desire became even more prominent as you felt more and more insecure about the prominent language barrier still between your understanding of Spanish. But if you could look a little more like the rest of your friends and their darker and tanned skin, then maybe you wouldn’t feel so insecure and thus feel more self-assured.

That’s all it took for your subconscious to change your body again.

No one batted an eye when your skin took on the tan you’d been unsuccessfully working on for a while. However, unlike most people trying to get a good tan, yours looked far more even. Because it was. You were totally oblivious to the rich, darker skin tone that was sweeping over your body as music blasted through your headphones and you laughed at one of your friends getting buried in the sand. It only took the length of one pop song for your pale white American body to be replaced by a very tanned, very Spanish version of yourself.

It was the music you were listening to as you worked on your tan that clued you in to the fact that something had changed. Whereas a second ago you’d been listening to music in English, now it was some Spanish pop idol you didn’t recognise. Looking down at your phone to see who’d messed with your music confirmed what you had suspected. Its default language was set to Spanish, but whilst you knew that was different from before, it didn’t feel wrong. You knew Spanish now. And not only that, you were thinking in Spanish too.

It was kinda trippy, suddenly having the language in your brain flip. English was still in there somewhere, not that you knew, or particularly cared, where at the moment. You finally felt more at home amongst these people.

“Nicolás! Come help!” one of the guys shouted, waving a spare shovel at you. You grinned, headphones discarded as you ran over to join in the fun.

***

You were loving your new life as Nicolás, the Spanish twink. You’d jerked off once or twice just looking at yourself in the mirror and listening to yourself speak Spanish. Okay, maybe it was once or twice a day, not just once or twice. It had been a massive adjustment, especially when you got a call from a woman you’d never met asking why you weren’t at the usual Tuesday family dinner. It was because you were masturbating to the sound of your own accent, but she didn’t need to know that. You even had a Spanish family now, it seemed. Despite that, you hadn’t forgotten Nate, the shy American college student you’d started out as. But, it was almost like he had faded away to the back of your mind the more Nicolás’ memories came forward over the weeks spent as him. As you.

Given how happy you’d been for the past month since you became Nicolás, you didn’t believe that there was anything left that you wanted to change about yourself. However, one random detour became so important that it changed both your life and body forever…

It was a day like any other. You were headed home after a long day of college lectures, taking a slightly different route back, as had become a habit in an attempt to familiarise yourself with the city. While the new memories you had provided a clear understanding of Madrid’s labyrinth of roads and alleys, you were still eager to experience them firsthand. Although you had changed races, families, and native languages, your sexuality as a gay man remained perfectly intact still. Passing by a gym had you glancing in through the window; the sight of beefy dudes working out still had you turning your head. This time, though, it was different.

Part of you knew still that your body had changed, and that had you wondering. What would it be like to have a body that big? You’d been curious all your life on some level, but now it could actually be possible to have the huge, muscular frame you’d always dreamed about.

It wasn’t immediately obvious, but you soon noticed you had started to feel an uncomfortable tightness as you rounded the corner past the gym. In an attempt to get rid of this discomfort, you rolled your shoulders, but it provided no actual relief. It was new, so it should fit perfectly, but maybe you’d bought a size too small by mistake?

No, you knew you weren't wrong. It must be whatever had changed you a month ago.

With that realisation, your pace quickened. If you could get home before most of the transformation happened, not only would you avoid tearing out of your clothes in public, you'd actually get to watch for once!

***

As you quickly slammed your front door shut and stumbled into your apartment, you rushed through your living room hoping to make it into the bathroom to watch your changes progress. When you had first turned into Nicolás, it had been quite a shock you’d come home and found yourself living in a small yet spacious apartment rather than the small university owned space you had previously called home. Clearly, your new parents were sweet people willing to go above and beyond to make sure you had your own space to grow and flourish.

Damn, your t-shirt was tight now. It'd gone beyond mildly uncomfortable to full on straining, but you knew it wasn't done. Based on the size of the guy you'd been staring at, this was even the start of your growth. The t-shirt had to go. There was one problem with that, though. As you lifted your arms up and tried to pull the shirt up and over your head, you met resistance as the shirt continued to get stuck around your growing chest and shoulders. There was only one thing you could think of. So you sighed and grabbed the front of your t-shirt, pulling as hard as you could. This was your favourite shirt based on how great it looked against your Spanish complexion, but you knew the shirt would be torn up regardless, so it was best to just do it now before you had to endure any more discomfort.

It was tough at first. Skinny arms still lacked the strength to put up the force needed. Only a few seconds passed before it started to buckle as your shoulders and biceps followed suit, growing in tandem with your chest. All at once it tore clean down the middle, your arms strained the short sleeves. You'd seen nothing more sexy than tearing out of your own clothes, so much so you were already rock hard after just that. The remnants were quickly discarded on your run to the bathroom, the excitement of getting to watch yourself grow only making your cock even harder.

"Mierda!" you shouted as you stumbled forwards and braced yourself against a nearby wall, automatically defaulting to Spanish instead of English.

Your balance had suddenly shifted as your chest pulsed larger again; these things were going to be massive once they were done. As you continued to look down at yourself, it became quite clear that your body was totally out of proportion. All the growth was focused on your upper body for the moment, but the visual of such a full and prominent chest was doing wonders for your arousal. You were going to have to be careful not to collapse if your legs didn't catch up soon.

You weren't going to make it to the bathroom to watch this part. Staying upright was hard enough right now. So, as you leant back against the wall for support and took heavy breaths, you looked down and watched as your torso continued to grow. And what a sight it was. You couldn't help but reach down and run your thumbs over your nipples as more muscle flooded into your chest. Bigger and rounder, thicker and thicker until the sensitivity of the new huge muscles and the larger nipples that came with them had you groping and moaning as you felt yourself up. Before long, your pec appreciation session had resulted in you groping your chest and moaning as you felt up the pectoral shelf you now possessed. While you didn't know whether all gym obsessed guys' chests felt like this or whatever was changing you was responsible for the sensitivity, you knew you loved it, regardless.

Your shoulders had also naturally broadened as your chest swelled, giving your torso the typical 'v' shape that so many guys strived towards in the gym. The upper half of your body was at least going to match itself soon as your arms grew with each involuntary flex, your pecs being too good not to sit and play with for what could've been hours. The last touch was your stomach. Where previously there had been a hint of abs on your slimmer form, what was forming now was no hint. Well sculpted

It was finally your lower body’s turn to do some catching up. You collapsed down to the floor, your jeans being shoved off as fast as you could so you didn’t ruin more good clothes. It was hot seeing yourself bust out of them, but trying to tear out of those would only cause unnecessary pain. Despite knowing what was about to happen, you still smirked at the sight of your upper body while bouncing your pecs and flexing your biceps. It was far more comfortable sat on the floor as your thighs bulged and thickened, muscle piling onto them as they grew to rival the size of your broad upper body. Watching your legs start to match the rest of you had your cock getting hard. The average five inch length was looking more and more out of place on your body as the seconds ticked by.

That soon changed when you wrapped a hand around your throbbing cock and stroked. At first, you moved slowly along the shaft, but as your arousal increased tenfold, you soon gave up with that pretence. As you stroked, your grip naturally loosened as the cock in your hand got thicker, your strokes getting longer as inches appeared out of nowhere until instead of five inches, you had a solid eight. Enough to give any ass that came your way a good fucking.

A wave of pleasure suddenly lanced through you as you felt your ass cheeks suddenly plump up, your whole body rising where you sat. You stopped jerking off instantly. Hands flew to your ass as you slid yourself into a better position, your attention forced away from your cock and onto the new bubble butt that was only getting more sensitive by the second.

It was like a missing piece of the puzzle slotting into place when you finally got the right angle to press two fingers between your ass cheeks, an almost overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body. However, there was another feeling that emerged as you continued to use the two fingers to tease your needy hole: happiness. Although it was certainly a surprise, it was a welcome one as you pushed aside your shame about such bottom-like behavior and allowed more erotic thoughts to pop up in your mind. You needed to get deeper. Pressing your fingers against the outside of your hole was nice, but you couldn’t deny how much hotter it would be to have that hole filled. Whilst one hand pressed inside, the other gave your growing butt a good squeeze, the soft flesh literally expanding around your hands. Within no time, you knew you’d have a gorgeous and bouncy bubble butt any guy would be lucky to get a piece of. What you hadn’t realised was as your ass grew, something else was shrinking. Though it had just grown mere moments ago, your cock had already responded to your desires as they shifted again. As the pleasure in your ass ramped up, you were pushing yourself needier and sluttier without even realising. A strict bottom, who wanted nothing more than to be filled with cock. And strict bottoms didn’t need eight inch cocks. Down and down it went until it had dropped smaller than you’d started. It was three, three and a half inches at most. But you didn’t care.

With the majority of your physical changes done, it was around now when your head started to feel fuzzy. Your focus had shifted solely onto your ass, which, although pleasurable, was dangerous when it came to the Cosmic Switch. It let your sense of self become more fluid, so the more you fingered your ass, the weaker your grip on your old life got. But you didn’t care, not when your juicy ass getting played with felt this good. So away Nate went, replaced piece by piece by Nicolás, the Spanish stud. Memories of being top of your class at school were swapped for barely passing and struggling the entire way through. Younger siblings faded along with the rest of your American family and older brothers and sisters and a large Spanish family were left in its place; you were the youngest sibling now. Any knowledge of your college studies drained down into your balls and leaked out of your cock onto the floor below; your ass swelling slightly larger the only worthy replacement of such an immense loss of knowledge. Each purposeful brush of your fingers against your prostate had more aspects of yourself changing and moulding into your new himbo self. Confidence instead of your old shy attitude, an intense pride of your body instead of a desire to be anything else, slutty bottom instead of strict top.

It was so overwhelming you didn't even notice as your face slowly changed to match the rest of your hunky body. Dark facial hair spread over your jaw as it squared out, a perfectly trimmed goatee where there had been nothing before. You’d always wanted to grow proper facial hair, so as soon as you’d relieved the arousal that had flooded your growing body, you’d love admiring your new masculine features. You were also unaware of the sharp pains that pricked their way over your body as diamond studs appeared in your ears along with tattoos on your back, wrist and upper thigh. The tattoos were only small, but they each meant something to you, more signs that cemented you in your new life.

Cum shot from your cock as orgasm finally rolled through you, a sense of bliss at your first of what you knew would be many hands-free orgasms accompanying the incredible pleasure.

It took a while for you to properly recover enough to pull yourself to your feet, but once you’d caught your breath, you were eager to finally see the new you. Stumbling into the bathroom took longer than you wanted, getting used to how the extra weight sat on your muscular frame was going to be a strange but hot adjustment. You hadn’t been nearly this big before, not even back when you were a chubby white guy named Nate.

Once you’d made it into the bathroom and flicked the light on, it became clear that the slight delays in getting there still hadn’t allowed you to properly prepare. You couldn’t believe how sexy you were now! Everywhere you looked was massive. Thick pecs, bulging biceps, and the fattest ass you’ve ever seen. So, after grabbing a towel to clean off the globs of cum that ran along your sculpted abs, you turned into the mirror and got to see how your body looked in action. You flexed every possible muscle to see just how strong you had actually become for several minutes; there was nothing you didn’t like the look of. You were grinning like a dumbass, mainly because you were a dumbass now. Based on how big you were, you were without a doubt bigger than all of those men in the gym that you'd been lusting over. You could tell you weren’t going to miss the old you as you turned to get a better look at your ass. Even though life might get a little harder now, you wouldn’t be able to finish the psychology you started. Though, why would you need to be brainy when you were an absolute heartthrob now? You knew just looking at your new body you’d be able to make a decent living for yourself using your new favourite things: pumping iron, showing off and getting fucked.

For a brief second, you could see yourself, really see yourself. Nate could see everything you’d become. The muscle, the Spanish heritage, the total loss of intelligence. You’d become a total Spanish himbo, and Nate fucking loved it. “Soy tan estúpido!” You giggled as you jumped up and down, your ass cheeks bouncing as you did so.

Nicolás. That was you. Not Nate. And you couldn’t wait to show yourself off.

***

The following morning was a strange one. You woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours, in a house you didn’t recognise. It made your head swim; things like this were a little harder to process now. It didn't take long for it to clear. As you looked around, you chuckled at your own stupidity. This was your house! For years now, your parents had helped you save up to buy a nice place that was both close to them and also your multiple jobs. Perfect for a Spanish stud like you.

More memories of the rest of your life came to you as you pulled yourself out of bed. You knew you had a great selection of the tightest and most revealing clothes waiting for you when you went off to work at the bar later. Perfect for making you look like the muscle slut you knew would get great tips when you started stripping at the bar at the end of the night. Most people would say you were intimidating when they first looked at how huge and masculine you were all over, but anyone that spoke to you for over five minutes knew you were basically a puppy on the inside. You could be cocky as hell when it came to posing and showing yourself off, but that’s only because you knew how good you looked and how hard you worked to get there.

A trip to the gym was first on the agenda for the day.‌ ‌You’d always prided yourself on your body above almost anything else, so you’d‌ ‌got‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌habit‌ ‌of‌ ‌working‌ ‌out‌ ‌early‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌morning’s‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago,‌ ‌something‌ ‌about‌ ‌starting‌ ‌the‌ ‌day‌ ‌off‌ ‌right‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌good‌ ‌hard‌ ‌gym‌ ‌session‌ ‌really‌ ‌set‌ ‌the‌ ‌tone‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌rest‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌day.‌ ‌You‌ ‌threw‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌favourite‌ ‌black‌ ‌tank‌ ‌and‌ ‌shorts,‌ ‌both‌ ‌tight‌ ‌as‌ ‌hell‌ ‌to‌ ‌show‌ off ‌your‌ ‌sculpted‌ ‌body,‌ ‌and‌ ‌headed‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌to‌ ‌grab‌ ‌a‌ ‌protein‌ ‌shake.‌ ‌

Getting‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym‌ ‌once‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌made‌ ‌a‌ ‌quick‌ ‌protein‌ ‌shake‌ ‌never‌ ‌took‌ ‌long‌ ‌at‌ ‌all,‌ ‌one‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌many‌ ‌perks‌ ‌of‌ ‌where‌ ‌you’d‌ ‌chosen‌ ‌to‌ ‌live.‌ ‌Another perk was getting to use the gym for free. Working ‌there‌ ‌part‌ ‌time‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌personal‌ ‌trainer‌ ‌was‌ ‌not‌ ‌only‌ ‌easy‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌new‌ ‌you,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌convenient‌ ‌too.‌ ‌The‌ ‌smiles‌ ‌and‌ ‌waves‌ ‌as‌ ‌you‌ ‌walked‌ ‌onto‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym‌ ‌floor‌ ‌were‌ ‌a‌ ‌familiar‌ ‌sight,‌ ‌one‌ ‌you‌ ‌usually‌ ‌returned‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌cheeky grin and either a quick‌ ‌flex‌ ‌or‌ ‌pec‌ ‌bounce‌.‌ ‌You‌ ‌knew‌ ‌that‌ ‌most‌ ‌of‌ ‌them‌ ‌only‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym‌ ‌this‌ ‌early‌ ‌so‌ ‌they‌ ‌could‌ ‌watch‌ ‌you‌ ‌work‌ ‌out,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌attention‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌massive‌ ‌turn‌ ‌on;‌ ‌so‌ ‌much‌ ‌so‌ ‌your‌ ‌below‌ ‌average‌ ‌cock‌ ‌was‌ ‌often‌ ‌hard‌ ‌most‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌time‌ ‌you‌ ‌were‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌gym.‌

Despite never having stepped foot in a gym prior to today, you moved with clear intent. The exercises came naturally without a second thought as you worked on your pecs, with a few sets of squats thrown in there too. There was rarely a day when you weren’t doing something for your ass, even if it wasn’t your dedicated session for it. You couldn’t help it, the bigger your ass was, the happier you were, and the more money you made at the bar too.

People crowded around you when you went to check out the post workout pump in the mirrors before you left, all eyes on either your pecs or your ass as you adjusted your tank. God, you looked good.

“Deja de hacer eso!” you yelped, surprised when you felt a hand slap your ass. You turned to see a man you didn’t recognise stood behind you, his hand still hovered not too far away from your ass. The Asian hunk wasn’t someone you recognised, but a quick glance down at his tented shorts told you all you needed to know. You bit your lip and giggled as you pressed yourself back against him, his hard cock now nestled perfectly between your sizable ass cheeks.

Clearly you were going to be a little late to work this afternoon.

***

Several rounds of sex, an ass full of cum and a butt plug later, you stumbled out of the guy’s hotel room, headed home to eat quickly before you had to get to work. As expected, you’d spend several hours getting your ass fucked by your gym friend, who’d introduced himself as Akino when he had you pressed up against the window; you had to know what name to moan after all. He was on vacation with his boyfriend, but hadn’t been able to resist your bubbled ass when he’d seen it after his workout. You’d left him with your number in case he wanted another round before he left; you were hoping he did.

You were going to keep Akino’s cum plugged in your ass whilst you were at work, that would be sure to drive the usual crowd wild when you stripped down to a jockstrap and they noticed it. Maybe you’d even pull it out and let someone eat the cum out of your ass, if they paid enough, of course. In truth, the ‘bar’ you worked at was much closer to a strip club, but the owner found it fun keeping up the pretence of a normal bar until late in the evening when all the staff stripped down and started dancing. He was a weird dude, but you weren’t complaining.

One of your favorite things about this job, besides the stripping, was the uniform. It was tight on you, showed off all the right parts of your body before you easily discarded it later into your shift. You had to ask for more than a few replacements over the years. You could get a little carried away when people crowded around you and chanted for you to strip. Clothes were torn from your body with little effort at least once a week, enough that your boss was seriously considering having you work in just a jockstrap for the whole of your shifts.

Later that evening, at the bar…

It turned out you’d done exactly that, once again destroyed your clothes in the process of stripping off. A shake of his head told you all you needed to know. That was the final set your boss was going to give you, so you’d be working in just your underwear for as long as you were still working there. Being half naked with a crowd of strangers around you had never felt as good as it did now, the knowledge you’d always be like that whilst at work, one of the only things you could think about for a while.

Your train of thought was interrupted when you heard a couple of familiar voices call through the crowd. “Nicolás!” Your friends had arrived.

They always said they were being supportive, turning up to watch you dance, but part of you knew they just wanted to watch you whore yourself out for money. They loved you, but you were constantly getting teased for how much of a slut you were by them. At least, you think that’s what they were laughing about as they sat next to the bar where you danced. You didn’t really get the jokes they made most of the time.

Like right now. You were busy bent over showing off your plugged ass whilst you could hear them laughing away, something about “your head being emptier than a balloon”, whatever that meant. A €50 note being put under the band of your jockstrap had you quickly distracted again, the man responsible was a regular favourite of yours who always tipped well.

***

It was at the end of the night, once you’d finally finished showing yourself off, when your phone vibrated; a text from a number you didn’t have saved.

Unknown Number: Hey, Akino here.

Now you knew who it was, you quickly saved it under his name and cock size, a normal thing you did for all your hook-ups.

Akino (9”): Told my boyfriend about you.

Akino (9”): He wants to meet you.

Akino (9”): Same hotel room. One hour. Be there, or not at all.

A couple minutes later, another text came through.

Akino (9”): His cock is even bigger than mine if that persuades you.

Akino (9”): Video attached.

/Ftm tf, muscle growth, masculinization

Charlee was so tired of August. The two had been best friends since what felt like birth, but the two had grown to be completely different people. Charlee was a gorgeous girl, 5'4", beautiful blonde hair, pale skin, athletic. August on the other hand had grown to be a nerdy slob, overweight, and not very attractive. Charlee felt weighed down by him, but she loved him genuinely. They had been through hell together and they continued to do so.

A buzz echoed from his PA system and James put down his pen and pressed the button " What is it Martha?"

"Mr Tucker... there is a man here to see you. He says he's your brother Buford?"

James froze in his chair, he hadn't seen his brother or any of his family for over a decade. James had never felt part of his family growing up, school, maths, academics and business all came naturally to him whereas the other members of his family dropped out and could barely read. They made him feel isolated and different as they made fun of him for studying and working hard when they said he would just be working on their ranch in the future anyway. James made sure that would never happen, he didn't want to trapped in his small town with people who he had nothing in common with. James worked his ass off in school to get perfect grades and when it was confirmed he had received a full scholarship to college he ran as far as he could from the dinky, backwards swamp water town and his embarrassing, hick family.

Morris needs a job, Byron Industries needs an lab rat perfect for their new trial to make a mindless (read: horny) grunt. Paging through his favorite book while he waits, for such a reader he surely didn't read any fine print.

Wrote this one for a GSS challenge a bit ago! Here it is ever so slightly touched up with a few images added. This one's for all you real Melville heads out there. -Occam

“Call me Morris!”

The literature grad surely expected at least some reaction to his smallest of Moby Dick references. It’s not the first time he’s met with silence at the playfully pitiful introduction, but usually there’s at least confusion. This receptionist simply stares blankly. Perhaps there was a perfunctory smile under the facemask, but it certainly didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Morris Baker, yes? For the interview?”

Still recoiling from his scuffed opening Morris is hesitant to speak up. All the well as the receptionist takes his silent quibbling as confirmation. 

“Sir Byron will be with you shortly, please have a seat and enjoy our lobby’s amenities.”

Clutching his shoulder bag tightly as he sort of bows before stepping away from the front desk, Morris realizes that he’s not just working himself up. It’s not in his head, something is off about that receptionist. Sneaking a quick glance back, he sees the clerk is still staring at him. No? Staring through him.

To his credit, Morris stills the shiver that runs up his spine at the realization. Focusing on what matters, Morris convinces himself that between the two of them the secretary’s the weird one. That’s why the man didn’t react to his solid Moby Dick reference! Turning with a cocksure grin to take in the amenities the strange receptionist spoke of he wonders what he’ll find. It’s not every day someone like him gets to wander into Byron Roman’s business, after all.

My eyes blinked open slowly. There was no alarm to wake me up this morning. I adjusted my underwear, sniffing my fingers afterward and getting caught up in my aroma. Rolling out of bed,  I looked at my thick thighs and tight waist. I was a slim hottie today! 

In the bathroom mirror I was able to confirm my predictions. I remarked at my boyish looks and chiselled muscles. My name is Ethan Miller, 22 years old. Certified jock and current student at the local collage.

I flopped my hair before jumping in the shower. Lathering up my chest and shoulders, I couldn’t help but move my hands down to my dick and rub one out. It felt good.

I threw some wax in my hair and prettied up myself before heading to the gym. I had some time to kill anyway. A buddy shot a pic of me, because I looked extra slutty. I made sure to send it to some girls’ Snapchats.

Class was boring, bro. I spent most of the time checking out Snapchat anyway. I made a plan to meet with a chick after class who was totally down to fuck. It’s fun being cocky and young.

My husband is a Warlock, or a Genie, or some kind of magical being. To be honest, I didn’t marry him for that reason. I married him because he’s kind, honest and a good man. I wont lie though, it is kind of nice to have a magical being in the house. He gets the dishes done in no time at all! 

When we were dating, I begged him to use his magic on me, but he always said no. He said he wanted to love me for me. I thought that was really sweet, and so now our relationship is solid because we fell in love naturally. It didn’t stop me from continuing to ask him though, and so to celebrate our 1 year anniversary, he gave me a special gift. He gave me a 1 month magic pass! For the next 30 days, every day, I will wake up a completely new man. I will have a new body, new job, new personality, new clothes: new everything. 

Tomorrow is the first day. I can’t wait to see who I wake up as.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I reached over and turned off my alarm, reaching my arms up past my head to stretch. I realized that today was the first day! I bolted out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. In the mirror I was greeted with a sight.

I was tall, with smooth hazel-tanned skin completely free of body hair. I instinctively puckered my lips and stroked my chin, remarking how bouncy and soft my hair looked in the morning. I rubbed my hands across my bulbous chest and up and down my chiselled abs. That’s right - I looked fucking good in the morning. Chet Alvarez is my name.

There was some time to kill before my shift as a personal trainer at the Gold’s Gym, so I could have a relaxing morning. I reached down for my cock, feeling my cut member with my hand. I slapped my girthy dick against my thick thigh, enjoying the sound echoing around the bathroom. My cock chubbed in my hand, getting thicker and longer as it got erect. 

“Morning babe,” I heard behind me. I turned and saw my husband leaning in the bathroom doorframe. “How do you like the you today?”

“Fuck bro,” I said with a cocky smile. I flexed my arms for him. I knew he liked it.

We kissed, wrapping our arms around each other. And then he fucked hard me. Even guys who look like me like to get fucked sometimes. 

Before work I got my own workout in. Today was my back, and so I did sets of pull ups, deadlifts and rows. I worked up a decent sweat and finished with fifteen minutes on the treadmill. In the shower I fingered my hairless asshole, remembering the sensation of my husband from the morning. 

After work, I went home and ate dinner with my husband. He caressed my hairless thigh, and sucked my cock before bed. I closed my eyes, grinning about the day. I wonder who I’ll be tomorrow.