CinaedeFuri

Back in the early 2000's, Chris Evans and Mark Wahlberg were filming a movie together. Both of them weren't as big as they were nowadays, but their egos were certainly big. Chris and Mark constantly fought on set, sometimes using just words, but mostly physical brawls. The shooting schedule kept having to be pushed back more and more, and the studio was losing money on a film that was supposed to be a summer blockbuster. Finally, the executive producer for the film had had enough. He had Chris and Mark visit his trailer separately, but told them the exact same thing.

"We've fuckin' had enough of your fighting. We are mandating you to go to a hypnotherapist to solve the problems you are having with your co-star. If you do not attend these sessions, then we will be forced to fire you without pay for any work you have already done on this movie. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," both of the hunky actors said, not wanting to lose this career opportunity. So, a couple days later, Chris pulled into the parking lot of the closest hypnotherapist, some dude who shared the same name as him, Dr. Chris. He noticed Mark's car in the parking lot as well, and lo and behold, Mark was in the waiting room as well.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" Chris screamed at Mark.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Mark screamed back.

"Boys, boys," said a third voice. "The studio decided that you should have sessions together to facilitate the friendship process. Remember, I need to sign off that you have made substantial process if you want to return to the film and get paid," said Dr. Chris.

"Fine," the two of them said, as they walked into Dr. Chris's office. Once they were seated, Dr. Chris got started.

"As you both know, I am a hypnotherapist. I will bring you both under shortly, and your subconscious will hopefully reveal why you two are bickering so much. Do I have your consent to hypnotize you?"

"Yeah, yeah, just get it over with," both of the actors said, as Dr. Chris brought out a pendulum. He told Chris and Mark to stare at it as he began swinging it back and forth. The two of them thought it was a bunch of horseshit and wouldn't work, but it wasn't long before they were completely under, with hypnotic spirals appearing in their eyes to show Dr. Chris that they were successfully hypnotized.

"You two will no longer fight on set. In fact, you two will be best friends from now on."

"Yes, we understand," Chris and Mark replied, robotically and scarily in sync with one another.

"Perfect," Dr. Chris said. "Now onto the more fun stuff." He opened a box that was under his desk, which contained a camcorder and a tripod. He set it up and made sure the whole couch was in frame before giving the two actors their next orders. "I want you two to fuck each other carnally. I don't want you to hold back. I want to see the lust in your eyes as you suck on each other's dicks and take the other's cock up your asshole. Do you understand, boys?"

"Yes, we understand," the two of them replied, again.

"Great! Now go at it," Dr. Chris said, as they pressed the record button. They had enough film to last them throughout the entire session he had with the actors. As expected, Mark and Chris wasted no time taking each other's clothes off, revealing their hunky bodies that their fans lusted over. However, fans didn't get to see what Dr. Chris now saw, which were their cocks and asses. Both actors had impressive members and clearly did their squats as well. Dr. Chris shifted in their seat as their cock began to chub up in excitement of the scene playing out in front of them.

Now that their clothes were off, the two actors began passionately making out. Neither had kissed a guy before, not even for a film or show before, but both men had had their fair share of ladies, so they knew exactly what they were doing. There was a lot of French-kissing and spitting in each other's mouths, which Dr. Chris found to be weirdly erotic. The two of them also felt up each other's muscled bodies, paying special attention to the nipples and the other erogenous zones. Both Chris and Mark's cocks were starting to chub up too as the actors continued to worship one another.

Finally, it was time for one of them to start sucking on the other's cock. Dr. Chris had to laugh, as even in the hypnotized state, both of them were still macho and alpha-like, and literally did rock-paper-scissors to decide who was sucking cock first. Chris was the loser, or winner depending on how you looked at it, and got on his knees in front of Mark, whose cock was now fully erect. Dr. Chris made sure that they were still getting all of this on camera as Chris the actor began sucking on another man's cock for the first time.

Naturally, this would be Chris's first time sucking dick, which meant that he wasn't too good at it and could barely take any of Mark's cock down his throat. However, he relied on the memories of the many blowjobs he had received, and sucked Mark's cock as best as he could, much better than Dr. Chris was expecting. Mark didn't yelp in pain the entire time he was getting his dick sucked, and he was actually moaning and groaning often, even putting his hand behind Chris's head and controlling his thrusts for a little bit.

Neither man was really vocal while having sex, which Dr. Chris didn't mind, even though they had soundproofed the walls so that their other clients, celebrities and non-celebrities alike, wouldn't hear what went down in their office. The blowjob continued for a few minutes until Mark was leaking a good amount of pre-cum down Chris's throat, which the actor was dutifully swallowing. Then, the two of them swapped places, and Mark began sucking on a cock for the very first time in his life as well.

He had actually received quite a few more blowjobs than Chris had, and he had no gag reflex, so he was able to take an impressive amount of Chris's cock down his throat before he started to choke on it. Dr. Chris rubbed their cock just watching how much cock Mark could take. Mark was also better at giving the blowjob in other ways than Chris, playing with some other erogenous zones while his mouth was on Chris's cock, such as his balls or even his perineum. The blowjob itself lasted a few minutes, and Chris was dangerously close to cumming by the time Mark pulled away and the two of them got ready to fuck.

The two of them decided to go in the same order they had for the blowjobs, which meant that Chris now got on his hands and knees on the couch as Mark began eating out his ass. Chris moaned in pleasure at the new sensations he was feeling back there. He had actually never been eaten out before, and neither had Mark. Mark knew what he was doing, though, and licked in and around Chris's hole, causing him to leak even more pre-cum from his throbbing cock. Mark then got ready to actually fuck Chris, with some lube and a condom provided by Dr. Chris, who kept them in a box under the couch.

Mark told Chris to relax his asshole as he lined up his cock with Chris's hole. A copious amount of lube had already been applied to his cock, and he moved his cock closer and closer to Chris's hole. It was a difficult process getting his cock inside of Chris's hole, as both actors were anal virgins. Eventually, Mark felt his cock almost being sucked inside of Chris's hole, and then he began thrusting. His cock didn't go very far inside of Chris before his moans of pleasure became cries of pain, but Dr. Chris had anticipated that that would happen anyways.

Mark then began fucking Chris in earnest, going as fast and as hard as he could, even though less than half of his cock was actually inside of his co-star. The couch was shaking and Chris was moaning pretty loudly because of the new and quite pleasurable sensations he was feeling in his ass. He got fucked doggy-style and on his back before it was time for the two of them to swap positions. As much as Dr. Chris wanted this to go on forever, they had other clients they needed to "help".

The two of them switched positions, Mark now on his hands and knees on the couch as Chris got ready to eat Mark's ass out. It was pretty much like it was when Chris was bottoming, with the straight actor reveling in the new sensations he was feeling back there, and another straight actor doing a surprisingly good job at rimming despite it never having been done to him before. Mark's cock was leaking a good amount of pre-cum too by the time Chris pulled away and put on the condom and applied some lube to his cock.

Mark was then told to relax his asshole as best as he could as Chris lined up his cock with his hole. Once more, it was almost literally a painful process trying to get a cock into an asshole, but it wasn't too long before Chris's cock made its way inside of Mark, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the hunky actor. Chris was able to get a fair bit deeper inside of Mark than Mark did Chris before the moans turned into cries of pain. Dr. Chris was enjoying the entire show, and they were infrequently checking the camera to make sure that it was still recording and getting all of the action.

Chris then began picking up in intensity, thrusting his cock in and out of Mark's hole with some ferocity. Mark was loving this, moaning with every thrust and his pre-cum pooling on Dr. Chris's couch. He was also fucked in two positions, the same two Chris was fucked in, before it was finally time to cum. Dr. Chris didn't want the actors to get STDs, so instead of cumming down their throats or in their asses, they wanted Mark and Chris to cum on each other's chests.

The two actors readily obliged, both of them having large cumshots that splattered the other's chest in their seed. Dr. Chris then had them lick each other clean before telling them to put their clothes back on and giving them one final command. "You two will only remember that you two are now best friends and will no longer fight. You will not remember anything else from today's session, especially the sex the two of you had."

"Yes, we understand," the two of them said in that same robotic tone and perfectly in sync.

"Excellent," Dr. Chris said, before bringing them out of hypnosis.

"So, did it work?" Mark asked, once he had fully returned back to reality.

"It's a bit hard to tell in a setting like this, but I assure you that it did work. If it didn't, then I'll pay back the studio whatever they spent on me."

Alex was refreshing his email feed, waiting for an important email to arrive, when another email popped into his inbox. “You have been selected to take part in the beta program of ‘RealLife,’ the soon-to-be hottest life simulation game on the market!” was the long subject line of the email. Alex vaguely remembered signing up for something like this months ago. He saved the email for later as he waited for the more important one to come in. As he waited, Alex thought about his life and how it could be better. On the one hand, he got paid handsomely to work from home as a UX designer for two major companies. 

On the other hand, being a busy nerd meant that there was little time for much else in life, even if Alex wanted to do other things. He was painfully shy, one of those people who had to psych themselves up when they needed to make a phone call. And on top of that, even if he were to go out in public, he probably wouldn’t attract many girls. He was also quite skinny, his bones being visible in some places. His dad had bought him some free weights before, but Alex struggled with the two-pound weights, let alone the rest of them. 

Finally, the email came in and he responded to it quickly. He didn’t realize that it would take such a short time, so he went to his saved emails and opened up the one from “RealLife”. There was a lot of marketing talk in the email, and finally a link he could click to sign up for the game. It only worked on a PC or laptop, so Alex took out his laptop, made his way to the email on the laptop, and finally clicked the link. The game automatically downloaded onto his system, which was not a good sign, but it was in the beta testing phase after all. Alex pressed Start on the game screen. 

The character creation screen had numerous glitches in it, at least from Alex’s perspective. Once he moved a dial to a seemingly “correct” position, it got stuck there. At least the creator was robust, including things such as dick size, IQ of the character, and so on. Alex looked over the list before starting the game proper.

Name: Alex

Age: 18

Hair color: Blonde

Sexual orientation: Straight

Gender identity: Male

IQ: 140

Body style: Extremely lean

Weight: 110 lbs.

Dick size: 1 inch flaccid, 3 inches erect

Libido: 10%

Self-worth: 5%

Current clothes: pants, shirt, hoodie

Once he was finally in the game, it was like most other life simulators. You could bring your character to certain places where they would be able to do stuff, like work out at the gym, learn at the university, and get a haircut at the barber or salon. As Alex explored the city, which had insanely good graphics, he soon realized that the player character looked exactly like him. He wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened, but it must have some data he had put in when first signing up for the beta testing program, which he had almost forgotten about. 

He decided to test out the gym first, especially to see if the animations were as crisp as the graphics. He got a personal trainer, since there seemed to be no way to progress in the gym further without one, and began his workout. As he expected, the animations were mostly crisp, with a little bit of clipping, but that was to be expected, especially with the poses Alex’s avatar was doing. Once the workout was done, a helpful +5 pounds of muscle popped up onto the screen, as well as weirdly enough -1 IQ. He left the gym and decided to explore the rest of the city. 

He went to the career counselor next and found that he also had the job of UX designer in RealLife, which admittedly was just his avatar sitting at a computer for a long period of time as his pretend cash level increased. The day/night cycle was pretty quick in this game, definitely not real-time, but Alex kind of preferred it that way, since he wouldn’t need to worry about logging in every day. He continued to hit the gym every day, slowly but surely building up muscle. A few game days into playing, Alex noticed that his shirt was getting to be a bit tight. He stopped clicking for a few seconds and looked down at his biceps. “Hmm, were they always that big before?” he asked himself. He brushed it off, not realizing that what was happening in the game was happening to himself at the same time. He continued playing the game until it was time for Alex to eat dinner. He saved and logged off. The pause screen was a list of his attributes for some reason, but Alex didn’t mind. 

Name: Alex

Age: 18

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Gender identity: Male

IQ: 100

Body style: Swimmer’s build

Weight: 160 lbs.

Dick size: 2 inch flaccid, 5.5 inches erect

Libido: 40%

Self-worth: 45%

Current clothes: pants, shirt

That night, Alex noticed that some things seemed a little off. He always got his clothes ready for tomorrow, but there seemed to be no hoodies in his closet anymore. “Do I even like to wear hoodies?” he asked himself, before moving onto his shirt and pants. If he had checked his avatar, he would have noticed that he had taken his hoodie off one night and never put it back on the next morning. Alex struggled to change into his pajamas because his clothes were so tight now.

Finally, one of the biggest changes came about during Alex’s nightly wank session to help himself go to sleep quicker. He usually thought about women, but tonight he was also getting turned on by the men he was thinking about who were having sex with the women, and he swore his dick felt bigger in his pajama bottoms too. However, thanks to his increased libido, he was a bit too horny to care about the changes, if they were to actually bother him in the first place. 

The next day, Alex woke up bright and early, no other changes happening overnight. He soon got dressed, in pants and shirts that fit him and leaned more towards a jock style of dress than a preppy nerd style of dress. He wasn’t going to be in any meetings where he needed to show his face, though, so that was good. He got through all of the meetings today and did quite a bit of work before finally calling it a day. Unlike in RealLife, his bank account didn’t instantly see an increase for every hour of work that he did, but he knew that he would be getting a sweet paycheck at the end of the week. 

Finally, with some free time, he logged back into RealLife and began playing. He continued to play as he did yesterday, hitting the gym every day, working, going for a haircut when the avatar’s hair got too long, and so on. One interesting thing about RealLife was that you could create the perfect partner for your player character too. Alex had fun experimenting with the option, and he actually chose a male partner, not a female one. Soon, all Alex was doing in the game was working out and having sex. He had noticed that his intelligence had decreased sharply and he no longer could “work” as an UX designer in-game. He got a job at the gym, where he was able to scope out hot guys to bring home, including some of the other beta testers’ player characters. Once the avatar’s IQ finally hit 70, the game began glitching and soon automatically deleted itself from Alex’s computer, leaving no trace of it left behind. 

“Ah, man, I was really enjoying the game too.” However, Alex was also enjoying talking to another dumb himbo jock like him on Grindr. Unfortunately, they were both bottoms, but they were planning to meet up soon to take some pictures and hopefully find a hung top to have sex with them. Technically, one last thing from RealLife remained on Alex’s computer, a list of his final stats hidden deep within the file structure of his computer.

Name: Alex

Age: 18

Hair color: Blonde

Sexual orientation: Gay

Gender identity: Male

IQ: 70

Body style: Muscular himbo jock

Weight: 220 lbs.

Dick size: 3 inch flaccid, 8.5 inches erect

Libido: 90%

Self-worth: 100%

“I’m telling you, Chester, the class is cursed!” Thomas said to his best friend. 

“There’s no way that a class can be cursed. It’s a metaphysical conception, and besides, I don’t believe in curses and magic and all that junk anyways.”

“Okay, okay, I hear you about the curse and all, but do you really wanna spend your time tutoring dumb jocks?” Thomas asked. “I heard one of them got two plus two wrong when asked!”

“That’s the reason why I want to do this,” Chester said. “I want to break the dumb jock stereotype, and turn them into nerdy jocks!”

“Good luck with that!” chuckled Thomas. “Well, it was nice talking to ya, Chester, but I have to go now. Have fun with your dumb jocks!” Chester didn’t respond as Thomas walked away, leaving the school by the front door a minute or so later. As for Chester, he walked down the hall the other way to the supposed cursed classroom. He knocked on the door and entered the room to find several dumb jocks, himbos even, goofing around, probably waiting for him to arrive. 

“Yo, are you, like, our tutor for today, eheheh?” asked one of the himbo jocks.

“Yes, yes I am,” Chester said. “Now, if all of you would have a seat, I would like to get started quickly. You men have a lot to learn and there’s only so much time in the day!” He then tugged on his shirt a little bit. “Are any of you guys hot?” he asked, as he was getting his materials ready. 

“Yeah, like, lots of people say, like, we’re hot, eheheh!” said another himbo jock, who promptly got punched in the shoulder by a third one. 

“No, brah, he meant, like, the temperature! Nah, teach, we’re, like, all good!”

“Oh, okay,” Chester said. He did sometimes get hot flashes after all, so it was probably just one of them. He didn’t expect the himbo jocks to be so nice, though. They followed his orders quickly, all of them sitting down at a desk already, and correcting each other when they got something wrong, which admittedly would happen quite often with this group of men. “Let’s get started then! We’re going to start with some mathematics. Normally I wouldn’t start this low, but you guys need the help. So, one plus one equals two and two plus two equals four.”

“Oh, so, like, that’s the answer, eheheh!” said the himbo jock that Thomas had overheard getting the math problem wrong once before. The math portion of the lesson today was going surprisingly well, and all of the himbos were getting it somewhat quickly. They weren’t afraid to ask questions and help each out too. Chester was getting a bit annoyed with their language, but that would be hard to change, and at least all of them could speak in grammatically correct full sentences! As he switched over to the basic science lesson he was going to teach them today, he noticed something a bit odd. His shirt was getting to be a bit tight. 

“Hmm,” he wondered. “Is it really that hot in here that my shirt would be sticking to my skin? The himbo jocks don’t look hot and their clothes still fit perfectly?” Their clothes were showing off their muscles too, but Chester was more focused on teaching than on the muscular hunks sitting in front of him. He didn’t realize that his shirt was getting tight because he was gaining muscle, slowly but surely getting to be the same size as the himbo jocks. Throughout the course of the science lesson, which was about volcanoes to hopefully pique the himbo jocks’ interest, there were some other changes, these ones happening below the literal belt. 

Chester’s pants slowly changed materials, and length, going from chinos to athletic shorts. The change happened gradually, the material changing first and then more and more of the pant leg disappearing into thin air until he was wearing athletic shorts, just like the himbo jocks. As for his underwear, that changed too, from boxers to briefs. This change was also gradual but invisible to the himbo jocks, since it was both happening at the same time as the pants change as well as the fact that the pants still covered the underwear. Fabric slowly but surely disappeared from the pair of underwear, and it even changed brands as well, going from Fruit of the Loom to a brand called EWA. 

Surprisingly, Chester didn’t notice these changes at all. He was too busy teaching the himbo jocks, who were also enamored by learning about volcanoes. A few of them did happen to notice the clothing changes because of the angle they were sitting at, but they didn’t say a thing. Towards the end of the science lesson and the beginning of the social studies lesson, there was another clothing change totally outside of Chester’s control. As he droned on about the Revolutionary War, his hoodie slowly but surely began disappearing, and this time around, nothing was replacing it. The fabric just disappeared into thin air, and since it was much closer to Chester’s face, he was much more likely to notice the changes, which he did, eventually.         

Along with the disappearing hoodie, his shirt changed as well, still straining from his new muscles. However, this one was mostly just the sleeves disappearing, the shirt becoming a tank top instead of a long-sleeved button-down shirt. The buttons disappeared as well, merging with the new fabric of the shirt, until Chester was wearing a tank top just like most of the himbo jocks in the room. When he finally looked down to check his notes on a topic he always seemed to forget about when talking about the war, he realized the changes and screamed. 

“GAH! What the heck is going on here!? Is this classroom really cursed? I’m out of here!” he screamed, not caring about turning himbo jocks into nerdy jocks anymore. There were transformations already happening that he didn’t like, and Chester rushed over to the door, only to find it locked. He didn’t remember locking it when he came in, and none of the himbo jocks had left the room to go to the bathroom or leave early or anything like that. “Let me out! Let me OUT!” Chester bellowed as he banged on the door. Unfortunately, no one was around to hear him. 

One of the himbo jocks, the closest one to the door, grabbed him, and all of the himbo jocks in the room began chanting “One of us, one of us,” like they were in some cult. Chester was horrified by the implications of their statement, but was soon distracted by the himbo taking his shirt off and massaging his muscles. 

“That feels so good!” he moaned, drawing out the words as the himbo massaging his big muscles. Surprisingly, Chester was getting more and more turned on by the massage for some reason. He identified as straight and was open to experimenting with guys, but he didn’t think he would be enjoying it this much. His cock was bulging in his briefs and was even obviously tenting out his athletic shorts as well. As the massage continued, another himbo opened his backpack and took out a gold chain, like many guys wore, including most of the himbo jocks in this classroom. 

He walked over to Chester and placed it around his neck, Chester oblivious to the action as he was getting turned on immensely from the himbo jock massage. Another himbo jock took a baseball cap out of his backpack and did the same thing, placing it on Chester’s head backwards, of course. While the gold chain didn’t have any special powers or anything, the cap certainly did. Chester could feel his intelligence moving through his body, a strange feeling that he had no way of describing, even if he could right now. He was still lost in the orgasmic high of the massage and hornier than he had ever been in his life before, but he did realize that his intelligence ended up in his balls, nearly all of his intelligence moving from his brain to his balls now churning with cum. 

It didn’t help that soon after the cap was placed on his head, two more himbo jocks came around and began rubbing his throbbing erect cock through his pants and underwear. They then took turns stroking Chester’s cock, making sure he didn’t cum just yet as more and more of his intelligence was being drained into his balls. Additionally, some other himbo jocks were playing with his nipples, sucking on them and twisting them to cause him an erotic mix of pain and pleasure during the handjob. It wasn’t just the nipples being played with, though, but most of Chester’s other erogenous zones. The himbo jocks stroking his clothed cock had a hard time making sure he didn’t cum from all of the pleasure Chester was currently feeling.

 In the midst of all of this, Chester had a moment of lucidity and realized just what was happening to him. He tried to take the cap off of his head, since surprisingly, none of the himbos were holding his limbs down. However, as if by magic or some other force, two himbo jocks appeared by his side and held his arms down tightly, so that he could barely move them, let alone grab the cap off of his head. 

Eventually, all of the intelligence from his brain had made its way to his balls, Chester now technically no smarter than the himbo jocks he was assigned to tutor. The two himbo jocks stroking his cock finally allowed him to cum, with Chester having an enormous cumshot from all of the edging that he had just endured. His cum flew across the room and then trickled out from his cock, all of his intelligence coming out with it. Once the last drops of cum made their way out of his cock, Chester grabbed his cap and took it off for some reason. However, it was too late for Chester, even if he realized why he was doing it in the first place. He was just another dumb himbo jock. 

A couple weeks later

Chester was hanging out in the locker room with the rest of the himbo jocks. They had just played a game of basketball, skins vs. skins, and they were all sweaty and musky. One of the few himbo jocks who hadn’t been playing with walked into the locker room and made an announcement. “They, like, found out another tutor, eheheh!”

Teddy was excited, since college was going to be starting soon, and he would be back in academia. This was his first year at college, and the first time away from home for a long period of time. Despite his best efforts at getting a single this semester, the housing department paired him up with a jock. Teddy loved to study and proudly carried the moniker of “nerd” around with him, so he knew that this was not going to be a good match. It also didn’t help that his new roommate, Todd, was a bit of a slut of social media as well, with practically every post involving him shirtless or in his underwear. Teddy was a bit of a prude too, but his requests to change roommates went unanswered.

As it turned out, Todd was actually pretty nice. He helped out around the dorm room, held upon doors for both ladies and gentlemen, and so on. However, despite his nice demeanor, there were quite a few clashes between the roommates forced to share a room for the semester. The biggest gripe that Teddy had with Todd was that Todd always seemed to be shirtless in the dorm room. Coming back from the showers or right before going to bed was one thing, but it was like Todd didn’t even own a shirt or didn’t keep them in the dorm room. 

And as for his other clothes, Todd was a bit of a slob. He left his dirty clothes all around the dorm room, and only picked them up after some prodding by Teddy. Teddy had found Todd’s cum rag on the ground on more than one occasion, as well as underwear with skid marks on them often. Todd also liked to have his dates over every weekend, which Teddy hated. He was forced to stay in the common area until Todd’s date walked through, usually flushed and barely able to walk straight. 

Todd wasn’t a big fan of Teddy either, though. Teddy stayed up for long hours studying to maintain his stellar grades, which meant there was some kind of light on in the room well after midnight most nights. Todd also didn’t like how Teddy seemed to dictate the way that he lived his life, such as telling him when his clothes were too dirty or changing the wifi password so that he couldn’t watch porn and had to go to class instead. Those were just two of the many things that caused a rift between the two roommates, and Todd’s friends knew all about his troubles. Todd was meeting one of his fellow jocks, Keith, in his dorm room to discuss the upcoming game. However, the topic soon shifted to their roommates. 

“Ya know, Colby’s not such a bad roommate. He’s a bit of a weirdo, but in a good way, ya know?”

“I really don’t, Keith, but I wish I had Colby as a roommate instead of Teddy.”

“Yeah, we know, we know. I actually got you something to help out with your Teddy problem.” Keith went over to his desk and took out a gold watch. He handed it to Todd, who started to put it on. “Wait, that’s for Teddy,” he explained. 

“Oh,” Todd said. “So, I’m just supposed to give him a watch and all of my problems will be solved?”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up!”

“How will giving him a watch solve all of my problems?”

“I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now, would I? But trust me, it’s gonna work.”

“Ok, bro, if you say so.” Later that day, Teddy arrived back in the dorm room after class to find the room mostly clean and smelling nice. Todd was sitting on his bed with an awkward smile on his face. “Hey, Teddy, I know we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot for most of the semester so far, but I’d like to give you a peace offering. It’s a symbol of my commitment to do better.” Todd then took out the watch and handed it to Teddy. 

“Um, thanks,” he said, putting it on, so as to not disappoint his roommate. He wasn’t exactly sure how this was going to smooth things over between them, but he did like the fact that Todd was at least trying to be a better roommate. Honestly, he planned on pawning it for some extra cash when he had some free time, which admittedly wasn’t too often. Teddy decided to keep it on until then, though. 

What neither man knew was that the watch was actually enchanted. The watch itself was enchanted with a spell that would make the wearer gain muscle while they had the watch on. There was a natural stopping point so that they didn’t become massive muscle behemoths barely able to walk, and the effects also didn’t reverse once the watch was taken off. The watch face was also enchanted, but it had a different effect than the watch itself. Whenever someone, Teddy in this case, looked at his watch to check the time, he would slowly but surely be hypnotized into becoming a dumb lovable himbo.

Since Teddy kept the watch on at all times, except when taking a shower, the muscle growth happened pretty quickly. The day after he started wearing the watch, he found that his favorite shirt was suddenly too tight on him. He sheepishly asked Todd if he could borrow one of his shirts for today, since Teddy wasn’t sure if any of his shirts would fit him now. That evening, in the shower, Teddy noticed his muscle growth for the first time. A faint outline of a six-pack was starting to appear, and his pecs were getting rounder and jutted out from his body a bit more. He wasn’t sure how all of this was happening, since he had never stepped foot in a gym in his life, but truthfully, he wasn’t complaining about it. 

Teddy loved to check the time often, and it was actually nice looking down at a watch instead of having to take out his phone to check the time. That only accelerated the hypnotic process, and by the next evening, even though his muscle growth was obvious even to Todd now, he didn’t question it when his roommate asked him about it. “Huh, whaddya mean, Todd? I’ve always been this muscular. You must need to get your eyes checked.” After Teddy went to bed, Todd texted Keith, who filled him in on what was happening to his roommate now that the changes were perceptible. 

Over the course of the next week or so, Teddy gained an impressive amount of muscle, ending up with juicy pecs that protruded from his body a fair amount, as well as some bulging biceps, chiseled abs, and a bubble butt to die for. His legs also gained some mass too, and even his cock got bigger as well, both in length and girth. He went for a haircut that week too, as part of the whole enchantment/hypnosis and got a quaff, just like his roommate. He also started growing out his pit hair again. 

While Todd was naturally shocked by the physical changes, the mental changes were a bit more drastic. The biggest change was that Teddy was slowly but surely getting dumber and dumber. It started off with simple things at first, like forgetting something in his room or missing an assignment, but the more and more he wore the watch and looked at the time, the dumber and dumber he got. He soon began skipping classes because they got to be too hard for him, and he spent more time in the gym and around jocks, where he could talk about stuff that didn’t require a high school diploma, let alone a college degree. It ended up at the point where if Teddy even were to attend his classes, he would fail them, barely able to do basic math and spell his name, let alone grasp the concepts being taught in a college course. 

Zackary, Elijah, and Bruce were on their way home from an academic decathlon. It was the middle of winter, so they were all bundled up in their winter coats and toques. It was snowing pretty hard, and visibility was starting to get near zero. 

“I don’t think we’ll be able to make it home,” Zackary said. He was driving and his hands were gripping the steering wheel as strongly as they could. 

“Hey, I think Devin McCallister lives around here, just a street away. I went over to his house one time to tutor him,” Elijah explained. 

“Are you sure some jock is gonna let us stay at his place until the snow stops?” Bruce wondered. 

“It’s our best option,” Zackary said. “Elijah, tell me where to stop.” 

Devin had been relaxing at home all alone while the snowstorm happened around him, so he was quite surprised to hear the doorbell ring, especially with how fast and heavy the snow was coming down. He opened the door to find his one-time tutor standing there along with two of his friends. 

“Hey, Devin, I know this is a big ask, but can we stay here until the storm dies down? Zack can barely see out the window and our houses are pretty far away,” Elijah explained.

“Oh, sure, that’s fine! I think you guys will really like my basement. I have a bunch of old games you can play down there!” The three nerds all looked at each other. Devin seemed a little too keen on letting them into his house, but there really was no better option right now. The three of them made their way inside and started to take off their outer layers before Devin stopped them. 

“If there’s one bad thing about my basement, it’s that it gets really cold in the winter and really hot in the summer. It’d be best if you guys keep everything on.”

“Oh, okay,” Bruce said, as the three nerds followed the jock downstairs to his basement. As Devin had said, it was kind of like a game room in the basement, with various arcade sport games beside the walls, along with some regular arcade games like Pac-Man and Donkey Kong. Devin had waited on the stairs as the three nerds looked around. 

“Mi casa es su casa while you guys are here,” Devin noted. “I’ll be in my room for the rest of the day. Holler if you need something!” With that, Devin walked up the stairs and left the three of them to their own devices. Devin wasn’t lying when he said that the basement got really cold in the winter. Their hands, luckily, weren’t freezing, so they could play the games a whole lot easier, but everything else stayed on. Zackary, Elijah, and Bruce each went to a separate game and began playing it. Even though they were nerds, they really didn’t play arcade games all too often, and so they all lost pretty quickly. Unbeknownst to them, losing at games in Devin’s basement meant that some changes were happening to them. Immediately after losing the first game, all three nerds got bigger pecs. They were thicker and juicier, as well as being quite squishy as well. 

However, because of their heavy winter gear still on, they didn’t notice the change, even if they could have. Next up for the transformation was their abs. All three of them got chiseled six-packs and shredded obliques, and all they had to do was lose a game! This was followed by them gaining a plump bubble butt and their legs gaining some more mass to them after two more losses at the various games Devin had in his basement. The next physical change was to their cocks, all three nerds gaining inches in length and in girth as they happily played the games in the basement. 

During their transformations, Zackary, Elijah, and Bruce all acted normally. They were talking about how they were so bad at the games they were playing, as well as Devin being uncharacteristically kind to them. However, they were still oblivious to all of the changes happening to them, and they even took breaks at times to eat and go to the bathroom. They always made their way back downstairs, though, partly because of the strong pull of the transformational magic not being done with them, and partly because of the simple reason that there was little else to do in Devin’s place. 

The next loss made the nerds’ hair turn blonde. The loss after that changed a bevy of facial features so that they looked more like a jock. With that loss, the physical transformation was complete. The three of them now looked like jocks, but except for the changes in their facial features, which were somewhat subtle, you couldn’t tell just by looking at them. The next change was actually a gradual change, which was compounded with every loss that the nerds had until that part of the transformation was complete. All three of them would now get dumber and dumber with every loss. Their intelligence and knowledge didn’t just dissipate, though. Their toques were now collecting their intelligence and knowledge as an effect of the transformational magic in Devin’s basement. 

With each loss now, there was a clothing transformation. Their heavy winter jackets changed into tight-fitting hoodies that showed off their impressive muscular frames now. This was followed by the hoodie disappearing, and then their shirts changed next, from button-downs to stringer tees. The shirts then disappeared with the next loss, leaving them shirtless in the basement. The nerds were getting too dumb to realize this, but even without anything covering their upper bodies, they were no longer cold in the basement. The next loss transformed their Sperrys into sneakers, and the loss after that made them disappear as well. Surprisingly, their socks didn’t change at all, only disappearing after a loss. 

Next up was the pants, changing from khakis to sweatpants that showed off their impressive bulges and muscled legs. Of course, the next loss made them disappear, and they were left standing there playing games in their underwear. The next loss changed their boxers into briefs, but unlike the rest of the clothing changes, the briefs didn’t end up disappearing. In fact, Zackary, Elijah, and Bruce no longer wanted to play any of the games in the basement. Their transformation into dumb horny jocks was now complete, including the intelligence and knowledge drain. 

“Like, we tots need to take a picture to, like,  show off our gains to Devin, eheheh!” Elijah said to his newly-minted jock friends. 

“Yeah, brah, that’s, like, a tots cool idea!” All three of them then snapped pictures of themselves wearing just their briefs and their toques, and sent them to Devin. Elijah had had his number saved still from the tutoring session, but if he hadn’t, the transformational magic would have given them a little nudge and put the number into their phones. Devin had a shit-eating grin on his face as the three text messages soon arrived in his inbox. His frat brothers had laughed at him when he had that wizard come in and do his magic to his arcade games, but he would be the one laughing now when he introduced the frat to their three newest brothers. 

“Are you bros ready to join the frat?” he texted back. 

“Yes, another 100!” Jeremy thought to himself as he received the test back from his teacher. Jeremy was the epitome of an overachiever, and strived for perfection in everything that he did. He usually achieved it, too. If people didn’t know him as an overachiever, and most people did, then he was known as a prude. He closed his eyes in the locker room after gym class and claimed to have never masturbated once in his life. Not a lot of the girls, or even guys for that matter, were interested in him, so he didn’t need to worry about having sex either. 

That evening, after he got home from school, he looked at the mail. Most of it was just bills for his parents and junk mail, but one letter was addressed to him from Featherington University. He greedily opened it up, hoping that there was something special inside waiting for him. He had already been accepted into Featherington, but the tuition was exorbitant, and Jeremy really didn’t want to take out student loans and get himself in debt. He had applied for an exclusive full scholarship to the opportunity, and as the letter he had just opened explained, he had gotten it! He immediately told his parents, who were quite excited for him, and relieved that they would only have to help him pay for books and other incidental costs. 

Featherington was known as a top school for many reasons, and one of those reasons was that 100% of graduates had jobs in their chosen field six months after graduation, and that happened year in and year out. Jeremy wanted to specialize in geophysical astrophysics, which the university did offer, one of the few schools on the planet that did. There were very few jobs in that field, but Featherington also offered majors like English and Creative Writing. Jeremy wondered just how they got that 100% job rate with all of those liberal arts majors. 

A few weeks later, it was time for orientation. Orientation was a weekend event where the freshmen got to tour and live on campus for a little bit, and also have their classes picked out for them. Jeremy soon learned that he would have to meet with his counselor to pick out the classes he was going to take. Geophysical astrophysics had a very clear course sequence that he needed to take, starting in the fall semester of your freshman year, so Jeremy wondered why he even had to go to this meeting. However, it was a mandatory meeting, and Jeremy had heard rumors once he arrived on the physical campus that his counselor always got things right. Of course he would get them right with such a clear and laid-out course sequence!

It was Jeremy’s turn to meet with his counselor, named Chad. Jeremy swore the student who walked out of the office wasn’t the same as the one who had walked in, but there might have been connecting offices or maybe he just wasn’t paying enough attention. He walked into the office and Chad greeted him. The man certainly didn’t look like a college counselor, wearing tight clothes that accentuated his muscular frame. He could have been a personal trainer or even a model with his good looks, but Jeremy was on a mission to get this over with as quickly as possible. 

“Hello, Jeremy, please, have a seat.”

“Sure. So, I noticed on the website that geophysical astrophysics has a pretty stringent course sequence that needs to be followed. Can’t you just put me in those classes and we can both get on with our lives quicker?”

“That is true, Jeremy, but I’ll let you in on a little secret. Not everyone ends up in the same career path they picked when they started college or university. Do you want to know your career path?”

“I assume it’s going to be a geophysical astrophysicist, but amuse me, Chad.”

“Let’s see, Jeremy Gladstone, class of 202X, ah, I found it! Your career path is a dumb himbo sexy boy toy.”

“Excuse me!? I am certainly not a himbo and I’m nobody’s boy toy!”

“That’s your perfect profession, Jeremy. This never lies. I’ve bet you’ve heard that about me,” Chad said, with a huge grin on his face.

“Well, I think you’ve finally got it wrong.” Jeremy stood up in a huff and tried to leave the office, only to find out the door had been locked behind him. “What the heck is going on here!?” he screamed. 

“Well, Mr. Gladstone, being a dumb himbo sexy boy toy doesn’t require college at all. Heck, it barely requires you to graduate high school!”

“I am not a dumb himbo sexy boy toy! Why the frick do you keep saying that!?” Jeremy then felt a sudden sharp twinge of pain and collapsed to the ground. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t get up, no matter how hard he tried. 

“Himbos have blonde hair.” Jeremy couldn’t notice the change, since he could barely move his body, being awash with pleasure, let alone take out his phone and check, but his hair did become blonde. 

“FRICK!” he moaned, as the waves of pleasure washed over his body. “What the heck is happening to me!?”

“Everything that’s supposed to happen to you, Jeremy. Himbos never wear shirts ever again, unless required by law.” Jeremy moaned in pleasure , although the change actually wasn’t happening to his body proper. His button-down shirt disappeared into thin air and left him shirtless and writhing on Chad’s office floor. 

“Wait, what, I hafta wear shirts! Oh, frick, it feels so frickin’ amazing!”

“Oh dear, I was going to wait for this one, but looking at you, we really need to do it now. Himbos need to be muscular.” Jeremy continued to moan in pleasure, this time because muscle growth was happening all over his body at an accelerated rate. His pecs now jutted out from his body a fair bit, he had a six-pack of abs that were chiseled, a nice and plump bubble butt, as well as toned legs, not to mention some meaty biceps too. Jeremy would have protested these changes to his muscles, but he secretly liked the fact that he was muscular now.  

“Himbos also love wearing almost nothing. Himbos like wearing tight briefs or speedos.” Jeremy continued to writhe in pleasure as yet another change was happening to his clothes and not his body itself. His pants surprisingly stayed on, even after Chad’s statement, but it was clear that whatever was happening in this room was still happening, as his underwear changed into a tight-fitting pair of speedos. Chad grinned looking at the almost naked himbo writhing on the floor in front of him. The process was far from done, though. 

“Please, please, Chad, make it stop! I don’t wanna become a himbo! But, man, all of these changes just feel amazing!” Chad let out a guttural moan, but a pleasurable one, as the himboficiation process continued

“Then I won’t stop, Jeremy. Himbos always have to be horny,” Chad noted, and watched for the physical manifestation of that change. As he expected, Jeremy’s speedo began tenting, but not by a large amount. 

“Oh no, oh no, oh no, what have you done to me!? Man, it feels so frickin’ good!” Chad then realized he had forgotten about a physical change upon looking down at Jeremy’s body. 

“Oh, I almost forgot. Himbos have long and thick and juicy cocks.” Chad then grinned as the tent in the speedo got bigger and bigger, big enough that you could see some of the shaft as well. Jeremy barely noticed his cock actually tenting his speedo that he was now wearing, but like the muscles, he didn’t say anything, as he secretly enjoyed having a much bigger cock. 

“Himbos need to have beautiful faces too,” Chad added, before he forgot. Jeremy was writhing in pleasure still, wondering when all of this was going to stop. That meant Chad couldn’t really get a good look at Jeremy’s face, but he was certain that Jeremy’s jawline was now chiseled and that he had piercing blue eyes.

“Oh, frick, it hurts so much, but it feels so good too! Frick!” Jeremy screamed, as he was conflicted on whether to keep these changes going and force Chad to make them stop. However, he was certainly in no position to make them stop any time soon, and besides, most of them were actually good changes when you really thought about it. 

“Himbos think about sex and the gym all of the time.” Jeremy continued to feel the waves of pleasure as he was on the floor as this mental change took effect. There was really no way for Chad to tell that it actually worked, considering his cock was already erect and throbbing, but Chad knew that it worked. It always worked. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” Jeremy screamed. “I wanna think about school and studying! Please, Chad, reverse this change. Frick, it feels so good, but I don’t want it!”

“Unfortunately, I can’t reverse these changes, Jeremy. But I can always add more! Himbos talk dumb too. They use the word ‘like’ a lot, and end most of their sentences with ‘eheheh’.” Once again, this wasn’t a change that Chad could see happen in the moment, since the only thing coming out of Jeremy’s mouth were moans and groans, but Chad knew that it would be hot hearing Jeremy talk like that. And it was, once Jeremy started to protest the change. 

“Like, I don’t wanna, like, talk like that, eheheh! That sounds, like, so stupid!”   

“Himbos are friends to everyone.” That was a simple change that Chad loved to add, as Jeremy continued to writhe around on the floor in the dance of pleasure and pain. Jeremy didn’t protest this one, as it seemed to be good overall, no matter what the consequences might be. 

“Himbos are dumb, through and through.”

“No, like, I don’t wanna be, like, dumb! I’m, like, the smarterest people at this college, eheheh!” Chad just chuckled at how dumb Jeremy was now. Finally, Jeremy felt both the pain and the pleasure stop, and he was finally able to get up. His erect cock was still tenting his speedo, but he had a relaxed look on his face now, which quickly turned to annoyance. 

“Like, why I am not at the gym or, like, having sex, eheheh?!” 

“Because we need to work on your schedule. We have a patron all lined up for you when you ‘graduate’ from Featherington. You’ll be on our himbo track, of course, with classes such as ‘Bottoming 101’ and ‘Anticipating Master’s Needs’. These wealthy patrons love dumb himbos like you. Too bad you have a family, though. There’s only so many extremely smart orphans to go around!”

There was a meme going around a few years back, which stated that if a rivalry lasts younger than seven years, then it is no longer a rivalry; instead, you two are gay. The meme was mostly used by shippers and fans of long-running media, like Mario or Pokemon. There were also some real-life examples as well. However, some examples were truly real life, as was the case with Valagon and Asteriae. Both of them were wizarding students at a wizarding school in the Americas. 

The two of them had known each other since they were children, and both of them discovered their magical powers around the same time. However, even from a young age, there was hate between Valagon and Asteriae. There was an incident on a “normie” playground that Valagon blamed Asteriae for, and vice versa. The two of them never reconciled, begrudgingly working together on projects when needed but having little interaction elsewise. The two of them were also quite different in terms of personality. 

Asteriae, despite being a wizard, loved to work out in the “normie” way, and had the muscles to show for it. He was also one of the smartest wizards at the school, a rare combination for any school, magical or not. Of course, he was also quite popular as well, which Valagon hated. As for Valagon himself, he kept to himself mostly and was quite gloomy most of the time. However, he was also a serious bookworm and near the top of the class as well, if not at the top, which only contributed to the rivalry between the two of them. 

The rivalry now mostly exhibited itself as literal quarrels in the halls, whether they be verbal or even physical. Asteriae naturally won all of the physical quarrels, but the two enemies were neck and neck in who won the verbal quarrels; one student was literally keeping score. This was a disruption to classes going on at the same time and just disruptive in general. The two of them had gotten detention on numerous occasions, and after the last physical brawl between the two of them, the administration had had enough. The next step was to expel them, but since they were a wizardry school after all, they had some other tricks up their sleeve. 

“Valagon, Asteriae, we have decided on your punishment for your latest quarrel. You two are to switch bodies for one week, so that you can see things from the other person’s perspective and realize that you two aren’t so different after all,” said the headmaster. Both men disagreed with their punishment, but it was no use. There were a bunch of powerful wizards in the room, and minutes later, the body swap had successfully happened, and Valagon and Asteriae were forced to listen to the rules of the body swap. Thankfully, they didn’t need to act like each other for the duration of the body swap, since everyone in the school would know that they swapped. However, it was strongly recommended that they do so, so that the punishment would ultimately prove effective and the quarreling would stop.

They were finally allowed to leave the room, and both Valagon and Asteriae walked out of the room with disgust on their faces. They made their way back to their dorm rooms, sleeping in the other person’s room and in their bed for the duration of the swap, the two had decided. There was no one else in Valagon’s room when he arrived there after the body swap, so he took the opportunity to explore his new body. He had always been secretly intrigued by Asteriae’s body, especially once the two of them passed puberty and Asteriae started gaining muscle. 

He stripped completely naked and admired his nude body for a few seconds. He had seen Asteriae shirtless before, and even in his underwear on a quickly-deleted Snap, but he had never seen him fully naked before. It was now clear the muscles were compensating for something, but Valagon didn’t mind. He loved feeling up his new body’s muscles, especially his bulging pecs, protruding pecs, and chiseled abs. The self-worship session continued for a few minutes until the smell in the room just got to be too much for him. 

Valagon didn’t know how he remembered it, and frankly why it had even come up in the first place, but he had a distinct memory of Asteriae telling the class that he had hyperosmia. As Valagon tried to wade his way through the many strong scents in the room, a couple stood out to him. He tentatively lifted up his arms and sniffed his own armpit. To his surprise, his dick twitched and started to chub up. “Wow, Asty has a musk kink!” Valagon thought to him. That meant that he now had a musk kink for the rest of the week, which wasn’t so fun. What was fun, though, was the other extremely strong smell in the room. 

It had strong hints of musk to it as well, but also fabric. Valagon couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, until he finally looked under the bed. He chuckled to himself as he pulled out a box full of dirty and used clothes. It was mostly various types of underwear, but also included some shirts, socks, and pants too. All of them reeked, and Valagon soon noticed that not all of them were actually Asteriae’s! Some were monogrammed with the initials of someone else, or a different name was written on the tag. “Wow, I never knew Asty was such a kinky motherfucker before!”

Soon after that discovery, Valagon got a text from Asteriae, of all people. “Meet me in the gym,” it read. Valagon didn’t even know that the wizardry school had a gym, and he went to the gym despite his better judgment, in case Asteriae had found a way to swap them back before the week was up. However, that proved not to be the case. “I’m not losing a week’s worth of workouts just because we swapped bodies. I’ll walk you through the workouts each day, and I’ll even work out with you, so that you can gain some muscles on these sticks you call limbs.”

“And what if I just fuckin’ walk out of here right now?”

“Then I’ll make your life a living hell this week and after we get our bodies back.” Valagon thought about it for a few seconds. He decided to go along with Asteriae’s demand to work out, since the swap was already hellish and he didn’t need anything else added to it. Over the course of the week, the two of them met in the gym every day and worked out. Valagon hated it every single day he went, but he noticed something weird. Whenever he was doing a workout that he knew how to do, or Asteriae had taught him already, his rival seemed to be ogling him, and maybe even rubbing his cock at the same time! Asteriae was brazen enough to do that since the two of them were the only ones who actually used the gym, instead of a muscle growth spell or potion. 

The day before the two of them were set to swap back, Valagon confronted Asteriae about this after a particularly overt display of ogling. “What’s your fuckin’ problem, Asty!? I know you know that I see you over there, playing with your cock while I’m forced to work out just so that you can maintain this perfect body of yours!”

“Val, I have something to tell you. I hated that we were forced to swap at first too. But over the course of the week, I actually grew to love it. I liked having a true out-of-body experience and being able to watch myself work out. I especially loved seeing my muscles all pumped up and the musk that emanates from your pits after an especially grueling workout. But what I loved the most was knowing that it was you who was controlling my body.”

“Oh,” Valagon replied, not exactly sure how to respond to all of that. He didn’t feel the same way, but he did enjoy seeing his rival vulnerable and in a state like this. Val then flexed his bicep, making it pop. He made sure Asteriae was staring right at him when he did it, and as he had hoped, his rival’s dick twitched in excitement over the sight of him flexing. “Oh, this will be fun,” Valagon said to himself. “You’re my fuckin’ bitch now, Asty,” Val said, flashing a double biceps pose and causing Asteriae’s cock to chub up even more. 

“I’ll let you watch me flex as I worship my muscles because you’d like that, wouldn’t you, bitch? You get fuckin’ turned on watching your body flex, watching me flex in your body? Yeah you do, bitch, yeah you do. Watch as I make your muscles pop, Asty, make them real big, just like your cock is getting now.” Valagon continued with the verbal taunting and the muscle show for a few more minutes, until Asteriae was rock hard. He then walked over to his rival, lifted up his pit, and shoved Asteriae’s face into it. 

“Yeah, sniff my musky pits, bitch. I know you fuckin’ love it; there’s no fuckin’ denying it.” Of course Asteriae loved worshiping Valagon’s musky pits, and his dick was starting to leak a good amount of pre-cum by the time that Valagon finally pulled his pit away from Asteriae’s face. Valagon had a shit-eating grin on his face as he decided what to do with his bitch next. He then recited a simple spell, changing a couple words so that the desired object would appear in his hand. Asteriae looked on in shock as a remote-controlled vibrator appeared in Valagon’s hand. 

“Shove this up your ass,” Valagon ordered, and Asteriae wasted no time in doing so. Valagon took out his phone and downloaded the app that would control the vibrator now lodged inside of his rival. Even wizards knew the power of smartphones, and so most wizards in the school had one on their person at all times. “Now we’re gonna walk back to your dorm room,” Valagon said. Along the way, he played with the different vibrations and intensities of the vibrator. Asteriae could hardly contain himself as he was walking, and a bunch of people gave him some really strange looks. They were wondering just what the fuck was happening and why the tables seemingly turned between the two rivals. Once the two of them were in Asteriae’s dorm room, where Valagon had been sleeping for the past week, he ordered his bitch to strip. Asteriae did so, and Valagon also took the vibrator out of his ass, for now. Valagon himself stripped, and despite having the not-so-impressive cock of the duo, was still the dom top in this scenario. “Suck on it,” he ordered. Asteriae complied, and the two of them had some pretty mind-blowing sex, at least from Asteriae’s perspective. The two of them actually had sex twice before Valagon finally called it a night. 

As much as he loved having Asteriae as his bitch, he knew that he only had that power over him because he was in Asteriae’s body. He did want his old body back, but it would be cool if he had his old body back but still had the power over Asteriae. The rivals turned lovers, at least for the time being, arrived at the headmaster’s office early the next morning for the reversal of the body swap spell. The wizards in the room cast the spell, but nothing happened. Valagon was still in Asteriae’s body, and vice versa. The wizards cast the spell twice more before the headmaster blushed. 

“Um, men, there is no easy way to say this, but did you two have intercourse while in each other’s bodies?”

“Fuck yeah we did!” Asteriae said. The rest of the staff in the room was a bit shocked by the sudden turn of events, but the headmaster was the only one with a solemn look on his face. 

“I didn’t think I needed to mention this, since I didn’t know either one of you were gay, but having sex with the person whose body you swapped with makes the body swap permanent.”

A few days had passed, and I had the NuYu device sitting on my dining room table. As I was thinking about what body I wanted to swap with next, a strange thought crossed my mind. I wondered if this device could turn me into a furry. And I don’t mean a human in a fursuit, but an actual anthropomorphic animal. There were some advanced settings that I hadn’t dared touch in previous swaps, and I wondered if that option might be in there. It was a long-shot, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I stumbled across a furry option there!

I clicked on it, and the screen changed to something slightly different. I didn’t need the social media profile, of course, unless I wanted to become one of those animal influencers, and it didn’t require the DNA from an animal either. There were a few options on the screen, namely body size, dick size and shape, and what kind of animal. I of course picked one of the most muscular body shapes they had available. As for the dick size, I wanted it to be long and girthy, but not ridiculously so. 

For the shape, I ended up picking human-shaped. There were dicks with knots and weird ends, and even the option to have a spiral-shaped cock like some waterfowl had. With the plans that I had in mind for this body, if they even were to work, a human-shaped cock would be best. Then came the toughest decision of them all, deciding what animal I wanted to become. There was a litany of animals to choose from. The animal did have to be extant, but that still left hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of choices to pick from. After some careful deliberation, I decided to be a lion. In the furry art I wouldn’t dare tell others I liked to look at, lions were well-represented and had a nice muscular build to them most of the time. 

I then moved onto the next steps and clicked through a few more disclaimers than usual, because of the advanced settings and especially because I was becoming a furry. They thankfully gave me the option to keep my fingers and toes human-shaped as well so that I could handle the NuYu device and turn back into a human, whether it was myself or someone else, easily. The same thing as the rest of the swaps applied, which meant it only activated during your next REM sleep cycle. I went to bed that night wondering what my life would be like the next morning. 

I woke up the next morning, and while still quite groggy and having to take a piss quite bad, I could tell that the changes actually happened. For one thing, my body was now orange and pure white and covered in fur, and as I got up to actually use the bathroom, my tail flopped to the ground behind me. I found out that I could control my tail as well, and I kept it upright as I made my way to the bathroom. I pissed with my human-shaped cock and then got a nice long look at myself in the mirror. I still couldn’t believe that I was a lion, a fuckin’ furry!

One of the many disclaimers that I clicked through, but also read, said that like the other swaps, this would be seen as perfectly normal. Reality would have changed so that seeing a life-like anthropomorphic lion would not be seen as anything out of the ordinary. Additionally, I wouldn’t be seen as a “furry” per se, and would still be attractive to whomever found me attractive, not just people with a furry kink. I then took the time to really explore all of the new changes that came about from being a furry. 

One of the major changes, of course, was having fur all over my body now. I was used to having a hairy body in my prime body, but fur was quite a different story from hair. For one thing, you couldn’t even see my skin without pulling out a shitton of hairs or moving a clump of it to the side. And it covered every part of my body, with very few exceptions. I no longer had armpit hair, for example, because there was no way to tell when it stopped or started! Another major change concerned my musk. 

I’ll admit, I had a musk fetish in my old body as well, but my musk was naturally more animalistic than usual, and stronger too. There was really no way to apply deodorant or anything of that nature because of my literally furry body, but at the same time, it turned me on, knowing that everyone would smell my unadulterated musk. Something related to that was my enhanced sense of smell. Everything had its own unique smell now, and I have to admit, it was all a bit overpowering at first. By the time I was done exploring my body and all of the changes that had come about as part of it, my sense of smell was still strong, but manageable. 

Finally, one last change that came from being a furry was my newfound flexibility. I could bend somewhat in my prime body, but in this new furry body, it was almost like my limbs were made out of jelly. I could lick my balls for example, and even sniff my own butthole as well! There were so many different changes, I couldn’t list them all here and how much fun I had with them. It was after lunch that I finally wanted to have fun in my new lion body, and I decided to hit the gym. I have to admit, it was a bit weird putting clothes on and matting down my fur, but I was still anthropomorphic and would get arrested for public indecency if I walked around with no clothes on. The real test was walking to the gym. As the disclaimers said would happen, the fact that there was an anthropomorphic lion walking down the street didn’t cause everyone’s head to turn. I got some looks and stares, but that was likely because of my muscular body and not the fact that I was a lion. 

Once I arrived at the gym, I checked in, the receptionist not batting an eye at my new ID card, which had a picture of me as a lion on it. I worked out for a little bit in the gym, doing the exercises I had been taught by “Oliver Forslin’s” personal trainer. I slowly increased the weight or amount of reps I did for many of the exercises, and found that my new body was actually quite strong. I still got looks and stares, and some guys even wanted to talk to me, but it was about form or how I got so big and so on, and not because I was a furry walking around in the gym. 

It was actually a bit late in the day when I finally finished at the gym, and went back to my place to open up Grindr, yet again. I set up my profile for my new lion body, and waited for the taps and conversations to roll in. I didn’t shower after coming home from the gym, so I reeked. I made sure the guys I talked to knew that, and surprisingly, many were a bit turned off because of it. I did eventually find a guy, though, who was into that kind of stuff, and that I also found attractive. He said he wanted to fuck a “big sweaty cat,” which did throw me off a little at first, but I then realized that he did see me as a lion and not just someone in a murrsuit. 

This time around, I went over to his place, since he had his own house in the suburbs. He was in finance, but didn’t sound like one of those finance bros. Regardless, he was going to be a one-night stand, or technically one-day stand, so that stuff barely concerned me. I pulled into his driveway and noticed he was peering out one of his windows, waiting for me. I couldn’t tell if that was cute or creepy, but there was one thing that I did know, and it was that I was horny as fuck. 

For tomorrow, I wanted to turn into a femboy twink. And not just any femboy twink, but a very stereotypical one at that. I was looking for someone who was short but had a nice plump bubble butt, as well as cock-sucking lips, a small dick, and a lisp. I mean, I could do without the lisp, since I had to search up people on Instagram after all, but everything else was a dealbreaker. I stayed up surprisingly late in Ruiz’s body, looking for the perfect femboy twink to swap into. Finally, I found Albie, a twink who checked all of my boxes, even the lisp! I plugged his profile into the NuYu device and fell asleep relatively quickly after I did so this time around. 

I woke up the next morning and went for my morning piss without even bothering to look in the mirror. I knew that I had become Albie, and there was no need to double-check until later. As I knew would happen, I was in the body of a stereotypical femboy twink, and boy would I be having fun today! There was one thing really interesting about being in a body like this, and it’s that they’re almost always seen as submissive. I was, or am, a very dominant individual, so the juxtaposition between my personality and how I looked would be quite fun to play around with today. 

However, I also learned that my body really craved cock. My cock, if you could even call it that, was barely two inches long erect, and don’t even get me started on the flaccid length. My ass practically demanded that it be filled with cock at all times, and while I did have a dildo I could use to satiate my desires in the short-term, I really wanted to get fucked by a guy today. I opened up Grindr and picked out the best photos of myself, in my new body, to post on the account. I wasn’t a hunk now that normally cruised Grindr looking for some other guys to fuck, but I knew quite a few guys locally were into femboy twinks like me, and it wasn’t long at all before a hunk chatted me up and wanted to fuck me. 

After confirming that he was the real deal, I had him come over to my place. I know that we probably should have met in a neutral area before going to either one of our places, but I was just so fuckin’ horny and my ass was really craving real cock. A half hour or so later, the doorbell rang, and I answered it wearing only a thong that did its best to highlight my puny cock but really showed off my fantastic ass. I was half-expecting to see an old man or someone with a gun when I opened the door, but it was really Oliver.

“OMG, I’m, like, so glad you could finally make it!” I said to him, my lisp quite strong. 

“Nice to meet you, Albie. What do you have for drinks?” he asked. 

“Oh, hunny, we’re not doing that. We’re going straight to the bedroom and getting all of your clothes off so that I can worship your incredible body.” Oliver blushed as I grabbed him by the hand and led the way to the bedroom. 

“A power bottom, I like that,” he said, as we stepped into the bedroom. I didn’t bother closing the door since I lived alone, and the front door was locked anyway. I did exactly what I said I would to Oliver, taking off all of his clothes and worshiping his muscles the entire time. It was clear he worked out every day, even Sunday, and had the body to prove it. He was getting turned on the entire time I was worshiping him, so I didn’t even need to get his dick hard. It was straining the fabric of his underwear by the time I finally pulled the underwear down and it flopped out, hitting his six-pack of abs. 

“Fuck my face,” I ordered, and Oliver was more than happy to oblige. As I had learned earlier in the day with my dildo, this body had no gag reflex and could open their mouth surprisingly wide. It was almost the perfect cock-sucking body, with the lips to match, of course. Oliver held onto my hair as he fucked my face with his cock, being able to go almost balls-deep before the curvature was too strong. Whenever he took a break or paused for a few seconds, I demanded more. My bratty power bottom attitude only served to turn him on even more, and a steady amount of pre-cum was leaking out of his cock and down my throat as he fucked me. 

Eventually, I pushed myself off of his cock and hopped on the bed. It was a sight to behold, my skinny body level with the bed, all except for my enormous ass that I told Oliver he had to eat out. He seemed excited to do so, spreading my cheeks and getting his first look at a loose and sloppy hole. His tongue darted in and around my asshole, getting it all nice and wet and ready for his cock. Of course, I still acted like a power bottom, using my hand to push his head even deeper into my ass and really taste, and smell, my hole. I did allow him to decide when he was done eating me out, and he grabbed the lube and a condom I had placed on the bedside table before Oliver had arrived. 

Once he was ready to fuck me, he lined up his cock with my hole and slid right in easily. In fact, it only took two thrusts until he was completely balls-deep in me. I allowed him to do his own thing for about a minute, and then I took control, telling him how fast he should be fucking me, in what position I wanted to be fucked in, and so on. Oliver continued to get turned on while fucking a bratty power bottom like me, and I could feel the end of his dick, and the condom, getting a little bit bigger from all of the pre-cum that was filling it up. 

Even though I was having a lot of fun with Oliver, I could tell that he really wanted to cum sometime soon. I finally told him he could cum, but he would be doing it down my throat. He took the condom off after he pulled out of my ass, and I opened wide to receive his cock. He was quite literally on the verge of exploding when he placed his cock in my mouth, as I didn’t even need to suck on it before copious amounts of cum spewed out of his cock and down my throat. I swallowed every last drop of cum from his cock, milking it out of him. He finally flopped onto my bed, spent after the intense fuck session the two of us had just had. 

I decided to go for a different route for the next day. The new few guys on my hot guys list were celebrities like Chris Evans or Wonho, and it would be pretty hard sneaking around and having fun in their bodies without alerting the world to the fact that the celebrity had an identical twin they had been hiding from everyone for years. I decided to really spice it up for tomorrow and swap into someone who barely had any understanding of English. Most of the people around me spoke English, including the two hot guy friends I had in my old body, so I had to trawl through social media to find someone to swap into. 

I was inspired by Pablo and focused my attention on finding a hot Spanish guy who barely spoke a lick of English. It took about an hour or so, but I soon found this Spanish hunk, who as far as I could tell, didn’t speak English, or at least had a very rudimentary grasp of it. I plugged his profile into the NuYu machine, and I waited until nighttime yet again for the swap to happen. I did want to enjoy Reno’s body for as long as possible, including a late-night jerk-off session to help me go to sleep. 

The next morning, I did look at myself in the mirror before taking my morning piss to make sure that I had actually swapped into Ruiz’s body, since he wasn’t a celebrity after all. The swap had worked perfectly, just like it had the past two times, and I pissed with my enormous cock, bigger than the previous two guys I had swapped with. Still looking in the mirror, I tried to speak in English. “Hola, me llamo es Ruiz,” came out of my mouth, even though I was thinking, “Hello, my name is Ruiz.”

“Freaky!” I said out loud, which was naturally translated into Spanish by the effects of the swap. I decided to watch a little TV in the morning before doing anything, to get caught up on the news of the evening and day. As I quickly learned, Ruiz’s grasp of English was barely minimal, if that. I couldn’t understand what the newscasters were saying, and even turning on subtitles didn’t help either. I could understand probably one word out of every one hundred that was said. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” I thought to myself. 

I took out the NuYu device, which thankfully altered reality in a way that I could still understand all the prompts and buttons. However, soon after I turned it on, a message popped up on the screen, one that I had never seen before. “Hello, NuYu customer. We see that you are trying to swap with another person almost immediately after swapping with someone else. There is a cool-down period of approximately eight hours between swaps.”

“Shit!” I said out loud, also translated into Spanish. It was going to be rough getting through this day without having any English skills. I decided that today I would be a gooner. I had heard about them before I had learned about the NuYu device, and knew that it would be perfect for today’s guy. All I would do was edge my cock and stroke my dick for the rest of the day until I could find someone else to swap into. Thankfully, I had a fair amount of porn saved on my phone. I couldn’t understand the plot lines, if there were any, and what the porn stars were saying most of the time, but porn is a visual medium after all, and all I was focused on was the hot guys having sex. 

As much as I loved living in Oliver Forslin’s body, it did get monotonous pretty quickly. Of course, to maintain a body like his, I had to practically live in the gym, which affected my social life as well. And then there was the problem with the NuYu that nobody had told me. Apparently, the person whose body I became still existed, and I looked exactly like them. That meant Oliver had a twin out there, and I was extremely lucky that I hadn’t been caught yet. With that in mind, for my next few swaps, I decided to just do it for one day, so that there would be a miniscule chance of the “real” person finding out they suddenly had an identical twin. 

After Oliver Forslin, my biggest celebrity crush was Reno Gold. I was able to quickly find him on social media, and couldn’t help but pop a boner looking at his many shirtless photos on his profile. I went through the same process that I did with Oliver, and waited until it was nighttime again to actually fall asleep and become my second-most favorite person in the world. The next morning, I didn’t even check in the mirror to make sure that I actually was Reno Gold as I went to take my morning piss. I just knew that I had become him.

Of course, I loved my body for the day, a bit less muscular than Oliver’s, but still much more muscle than I had to start with. And then there was the topic of his voice. He had a deep baritone that most people didn’t expect to come out of his mouth, and it was turning me on just to fuckin’ talk to myself! I know I sound like a bit of a crazy fan here, but truthfully, that was how I was going to act today. I didn’t need to worry about working out or maintaining any of the “real” Reno’s schedules, so I began with testing out today’s sexy body. 

That meant going to the gym again, ironically, even though I didn’t have to work out. I did want to see how truly flexible I, and Reno, was in this body, and thanks to the days spent as Oliver, I didn’t need to hire a personal trainer for today. I began by doing my stretches, and I made sure to do them where as many people as possible could see me. As I knew would happen, I was as flexible as the “real” Reno Gold, which included the ability to do a full split and bend my body in ways I could only dream of doing in my old body, and honestly, even in Oliver’s body too! There were definitely some oglers as I was stretching, and I noticed more than one dude trying to discreetly adjust his package, having popped a boner from my display of flexibility. 

I continued to give them a bit of a show during the actual workout, doing pretty much the same thing I was doing in Oliver’s body, but with lighter weights and less reps and so on to adjust for Reno’s body. I then proudly walked into the locker room and took off all of my clothes, by my locker, of course. A few more men were staring at me, especially at my long, flaccid cock flopping around. I went to shower, unfortunately getting rid of the musk that I loved, but also giving the guys an opportunity to have a little bit of fun with me. Unfortunately, no one took me up on my offer in the gym, but I knew that I was going to have fun in my body regardless. 

I went back home and opened Grindr. Unfortunately, the rules of the reality change and body swap meant that Reno’s profile didn’t transfer over to my account, but it was laughably easy to find five photos of him on the web, nearly naked and showing off his impressive body. Within minutes of going live, I got several taps and conversations. I had to weed through creepy old guys, guys who tapped everyone, and even hot guys looking to break into OnlyFans with “me”. I certainly wanted to have sex today, but also certainly didn’t want to film it, so as to not arouse the real Reno’s suspicions.

I finally chatted with a hot guy who didn’t want to film for OnlyFans, but was still impressed the “real” Reno Gold was talking to him after I sent him a picture of me doing a random pose, like I did to verify for some of the other dating apps I was on. It wasn’t long before we set up a meeting at my place in a couple hours, and I was pumped that I was going to get laid in Reno Gold’s fuckin’ body! I prepared to bottom for most of the time in between the conversation and his arrival. His name was Pablo, and he had an incredible body too and a porn star-sized dick to boot! 

I opened my apartment door wearing nothing but the sluttiest underwear that I now owned, one of the cool things about the reality change. Pablo didn’t waste any time leaning in for a kiss, and my underwear was off and all of his clothes were off by the time we were in my bedroom. Of course, we didn’t have to have a weird conversation about who was topping and who was bottoming; I dropped down to my knees and began sucking on Pablo’s meaty cock wordlessly. I was able to take an impressive amount of it down my throat, thanks to inheriting Reno’s lack of a gag reflex as well. 

He soon started to face-fuck me, and I was quite enjoying it, giving him a sloppy blowjob and drinking all of the pre-cum that was leaking out of his dick. I told him he couldn’t be that vocal of a fucker since my neighbors were used to the apartment being pretty silent, but his moans and groans from the incredible blowjob I was giving him alerted the neighbors that I was finally getting laid. I continued to suck on his cock for what seemed like an eternity and swallowed a fair amount of his pre-cum before he pulled his cock fully out of my mouth. 

“Get on the fuckin’ bed,” he growled, and I complied. I got on my hands and knees first, as being fucked in doggy-style was how I pictured most fucks starting. Pablo was fine with that, and lubed up his cock in preparation to fuck me. He didn’t need too much lube, as despite the tight-looking exterior of my asshole, I knew that it was also pretty damn loose. It was my turn to moan and groan as Pablo’s dick slid inside of me easily, and it was just a couple thrusts before he was fully balls-deep inside of me. 

We fucked in several different positions over the course of the fuck session, including one of my favorites, during which I did a full split on the bed as Pablo rammed his thick and meaty cock into my hole repeatedly. Finally, it was time for him to cum, and I announced to him that I wanted him to breed me. He readily complied, and leaned on top of me as his cock spurted out load after load of cum deep inside my asshole. It was a surprisingly big load, and I wasn’t just saying that because of the size of Pablo’s cock and balls. He had probably been edging for a few days, waiting for someone to get fucked by him. I turned around and licked up the remaining cum from his cock before we both collapsed into the bed together.   

I’ve always been intrigued by body swapping, but in a very particular way. I would want to change my body like I do my clothes every day. I wouldn’t want to completely take over their life, but having their body would be fuckin’ nice. In my fantasy, I would still wake up in my bed the next morning, but have the body of someone else. Of course there would be some reality changes as well. For example, all of my clothes are now the perfect size for my new body, and I’ll even get some new clothes to match my new body type. Like if I’m muscular, some of my shirts will become stringer tees, so that I can show off all of my muscles. 

Additionally, the way that I move and speak would be affected by this body swap. I would talk like the person and use the slang that they use too. However, in this fantasy of mine, my personality wouldn’t change at all. I would still be “me,” so to speak, just in a different body and the changes I mentioned above. Reality changes would include the fact that pictures of me still show my new body and that everyone would think that I always looked like this. My dream body would be Oliver Forslin, but all of this is just a fantasy. 

I arrived home one day after coming home from a long day at work. I noticed that there was a package on my front steps. I didn’t remember ordering anything recently, and I do not have one of those automatic shipping things set up. The package was addressed to me when I looked at it, and it was from some company called NuYu, Inc. I brought the package inside and then looked up the company on my phone. Apparently, it was some kind of body swap company that purported to do the swap exactly how I always imagined. It seemed too good to be true, especially since I had never heard of the site before and definitely didn’t order it. 

I never told my body swap fantasies to my family or my friends, so I was still unsure of how it got here. However, I reckoned that trying it out couldn’t hurt. At best, I would live out my greatest fantasy, and if it didn’t work, then it would go in the trash and probably pollute the earth a little bit. I opened up the box and there was a device that sort of looked like an iPhone, but with a handle on the bottom with a lot of different buttons. There was a helpful instruction manual tucked in there, and it was pretty easy to find the person I wanted to swap with. 

There were two options available to be able to swap. You could either find them on social media, or use something that had their DNA. Of course, Oliver Forslin had numerous social media accounts, including many that were open to the public. After confirming that the profile was the correct one and clicking some button combinations, a message appeared on the screen. 

“Congratulations, NuYu user! You have successfully swapped bodies with the person of your liking! Please be warned that the body swap will not take effect until the first time you go into REM sleep. For most individuals, this will be your normal sleep at night. If there are any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to reach out to our customer service line.” I would have liked an instantaneous swap, but I didn’t mind that it would take some time, if it even did work. I didn’t know if napping would get me into REM sleep, so I waited until it was actually time to go to bed. 

When I woke up the next morning, I immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I had to piss, of course, but I also wanted to look in the mirror in the bathroom. I was half-expecting to see myself in the mirror, but I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ eyes! I was actually in the body of Oliver fuckin’ Forslin! I still had to piss, so I did that quickly before standing in front of the mirror and admiring my new bodybuilder body. I felt up all of my impressive muscles, cupping my pecs and tracing the outlines of my eight pack of abs. 

I then looked in the mirror as I began flexing my muscles, flashing a double biceps pose first and showing off my impressive guns. I then bounced my pecs for a few seconds before flexing my abs and really making them pop, along with my obliques, which I felt up as well. I then looked down as I shook my legs a couple times to make my hamstrings really pop as well. I spent a few more minutes admiring my impressive body and feeling myself up before deciding on an outfit for the day. 

As I had always imagined, my wardrobe was mostly the same, but a few sizes bigger to match Oliver’s, and now my, new frame. Additionally, some of my shirts had become stringer tees, some of my pants became compression tights, some underwear became compression shorts or jockstraps, and even some of my socks switched brands to Calvin Klein. I tried on several different outfits, combining stuff I already had in my wardrobe with some of the newer options. With this body, anything I wore looked good on me, especially as it was usually snug and showed off my muscles prominently. I decided on a tight shirt to show off my upper body and compression shorts that really made my bulge pop. I didn’t want to be too obscene in public, so I picked a pair of grey sweatpants that didn’t accentuate the bulge too much, and I threw on some socks and sneakers. I was naturally going to show off this body at the gym. Thankfully, the old me had had a membership to one of the local gyms, which as part of the reality change, had transferred over to “Oliver Forslin”. 

However, as I was making my way to the gym, I realized that there would be a slight problem. I knew how to work out, but not on the level of a professional bodybuilder. Since everyone in the gym would likely be staring at me, I couldn’t make a fool of myself. I decided to get a personal trainer for the day, which led to a few awkward conversations, the first one at the front desk. 

“Hello. I’m Oliver Forslin. I’m looking to get a personal trainer for today’s session.”

“Um, sir, are you sure you need one? It’s not included in what you already pay, and honestly, sir, it looks like you don’t need a personal trainer. Fuck, you could be the personal trainer!”

“I would like a personal trainer, please, and it doesn’t matter how much they cost.”

“Um, okay, sir, if you insist.” The receptionist then buzzed over one of the personal trainers on-call. It was a man who was quite muscular, but not to my new size, which led to yet another awkward conversation. 

“This guy needs a personal trainer!? This guy!?” the personal trainer asked, incredulously. 

“Yes,” I said bluntly. “I’m looking for a way to maintain this body, and I’m hoping someone like you can help me to achieve that.”

“Dude, with a body like that, you already know how to fuckin’ work out and shit. I think my services would be of better use elsewhere.”

“I’ll double your rate for our sessions,” I blurted out, desperate to get someone to help to work out. 

“Okay, let’s go then!” Throughout my pretty intense workout session, I heard a lot of snickers and jeers in the background, wondering why someone like me didn’t seem to know how to work out. My personal trainer was surprisingly quite hot, considering he would be getting paid twice his daily rate for our sessions, and since I had a lot of muscle to maintain, I took quite a bit of time in the gym. However, I took it in stride, as most of those men were making comments like that because they only dreamed of having a body like mine. 

After my workout session for the day, I returned back home and opened up Grindr. I was initially excited to have some hot sex in this new body, but then I thought about it some more. Everyone thought that I was Oliver Forslin, and from what they knew about him, Oliver was straight. He didn’t even have an OnlyFans to gaybait his fans. Besides all of that, I wasn’t too comfortable in this body just yet to actually have a hookup. So, I closed the app, despite an influx of messages pouring in, and I decided to jerk off. 

Val was not lucky in the boyfriend department whatsoever. It didn’t help that he was picky as fuck, and the guys that were interested in him, whether in real life or on the apps, he wasn’t interested in. He desperately wanted a boyfriend, which was why a shady ad on a website he was browsing appealed to him. “Make your own robot boyfriend! Incredibly lifelike and built to your exact specifications!” Val was intrigued and clicked on the ad. He half-expected his computer to get bricked or be filled with malware, but it took him to what appeared to be a legitimate site, albeit on the dark web. 

He then clicked the big green start button, and the crude outline of a person appeared on the screen. Val had to pick a name first, and he decided on Taemin, or Tae, for short. A pop-up appeared asking if he wanted to use the base model attached to a man with this name. He declined, as the guy he had in mind was very particular and not at all common. Val actually began with the cock first, so that the individual would be hard-coded as a male. Of course, with the power to create a cock, Val made it long and girthy, just the way he wanted. 

The balls were made to match the cock, and then before he could move, there was a long list of parameters that Val could choose from. He kept most of them at the factory default for a cock this long and big, but there was one thing he did change. Tae would not be allowed to cum if he jerked off. His body still made cum, and Val even allowed him to leak pre-cum still, but no matter how long or how hard he jerked off, Tae would not be able to cum. 

After Val was done playing around with Tae’s cock, it was time to focus on the rest of the body. He started from the scalp down, giving Tae long and luxurious platinum blonde hair, as well as a rounded almond-shaped face. His eyes were a piercing blue and his lips were plump and juicy without being too obscene. What was borderline obscene was his pecs. Val gave Tae pecs that jutted out from his body a fair amount, and they were also quite big. All of Tae’s muscles were big, including his washboard six-pack abs and his bulging biceps. Even his leg muscles were impressive in size, all things considered. Val also gave Tae a couple tattoos, text tattoos that only accentuated his body. 

With Tae’s physical appearance now set in stone, Val got to work changing some of the mental and inwardly physical attributes of Tae. First things first, Val made sure Tae was a very sweaty individual. He easily sweated and Val could even finetune what his musk could smell like. There was no way to actually smell it through the computer, but Val was sure he picked out a smell that would turn him on immensely. After that came Tae’s personality. Tae was a himbo, both in looks and now in brains. He was a bit dense and took a while to understand things, enough so that he would be a bit dependent on his boyfriend to do some things for him. 

However, he wouldn’t be used for much else than sex, and that was partly because Val cranked up the horniness level to as high as it could go, even unlocking the slider so that it could reach the true maximum. At the same time, Val made Tae extremely submissive, almost slave-like. After all, Tae was like a slave in some sense of the word, and Val made sure that he was submissive in the bedroom too. Despite being overly horny and submissive, Val also coded in that Tae was a bit of a brat, especially in the BDSM sense of the word. Tae loved to show off his muscles and was even coded to tease Val that he didn’t have the body of a god like Tae did. 

After his personality was complete, Val moved back to the pecs and wanted to see if an option was available. It was, and he turned on the ability for Tae to lactate. That required his body to make prolactin as well, an easy fix for a boyfriend like Tae. In addition to the lactation, Val also made Tae almost narcissistic in a way, in love with his own muscled body. He would be especially turned on by his big pecs and his musk, and even jerk off to that when Val wasn’t around. However, Val made sure that even with all of the additional changes that he made, Tae still couldn’t cum when he jerked off. 

Tae was now complete, and after doing a quick onceover to make sure he was exactly how he wanted him to be, Val moved on to the purchase part of the process. Making a real-life boyfriend to your exacting specifications was quite expensive, but luckily, in one sense of the word, he had had a great-uncle die recently and leave him an impressively large sum of money for someone he had only met a couple times in life. It would wipe out those savings and then some, but it would definitely be worth it in the long run, so Val clicked on the purchase button. Thankfully, he lived alone, so only the delivery person would know that he bought himself a made-to-order boyfriend. 

Tae arrived a few days later, the delivery man wheeling him into Val’s house, none the wiser to what was actually in the package. He was just excited that he got a tip from this guy. Once Val was sure that no one else was around, he opened up the package and couldn’t believe his eyes. Tae was now standing in front of him, completely nude and perfectly made to Val’s exact specifications. The on-button for the boyfriend was placed inside of the ass, past the prostate so that it wouldn’t be hit accidentally. There was a cute little tool that Val could use to turn his boyfriend on. After he did so, Tae blinked a few times and then looked at his boyfriend for the first time. 

“Hello, Val, my name is Taemin. I am your boyfriend. I hope you enjoy your purchase!” he said in a slightly robotic tone of voice before his true personality kicked in. 

“Fuck I’m hot!” Tae said to himself, as he began to explore his body. Val joined in, feeling up Tae’s massive pecs and the rest of his muscles. Tae’s bratty personality began to show through a little bit as he flashed a double biceps pose or a most muscular pose and taunted his boyfriend that he was so much more muscular than he was, so much better than he was. However, that only served to turn Val on even more than he already was, seeing and playing with his made-to-order boyfriend in his living room. 

After the worship session was over, Val and Tae made their way to the gym. Tae had been programmed to know what to do at the gym to maintain that stellar body of his, and Val could only watch in amazement as his boyfriend was lifting much heavier weights than he was and doing so many more reps than Val could ever dream of doing. Of course, Tae got sweaty and musky quite quickly, and he teased Val at the gym as well, flaunting his glistening body and lifting up his pits as often as he could so that Val could get a whiff of his aromatic musk. It was quite hard for Val not to pop a boner in the gym. 

He could thankfully have one on the car ride home, and he had plans for Tae when they got home. Of course, neither of them showered before getting in the car. “I think I’m gonna hafta punish you for being such a brat today,” Val said, his dick twitching in excitement over what he was going to do to his boyfriend. 

“Like, what did I do?” Tae asked. “But, like, that would be fuckin’ hot anyways, teeheehee!” Val was surprised that he didn’t cum right then and there or lose control of the car. They miraculously made their way home safely, and they were passionately making out as soon as they got in the foyer. Clothes were taken off there and Val worshiped his boyfriend’s sweaty and musky body as the two of them made their way upstairs and to the bedroom. Once they were in there, Tae dropped down to his knees and began sucking on Val’s cock. Val’s cock was nowhere near as big or thick as Tae’s cock was, but thanks to the programming, Tae was able to swallow the whole thing regardless. 

The blowjob was the best Val had ever received in his life, even though he only had a few other blowjobs to compare it to. Still, he knew that Tae was an excellent cocksucker, even if it was thanks to his programming. The blowjob lasted for quite some time, and Val leaked a good amount of pre-cum down Tae’s throat. His boyfriend swallowed it like a champ and had to be pushed off of Val’s cock. “You’ve been a naughty himbo,” Val said, spanking Tae’s ass. He then had his boyfriend turn around, so that Tae was in position to get fucked by Val, only to receive some more spanks. 

Val turned Tae’s asscheeks a bright shade of red before finally fucking his boyfriend. One cool thing that came with a made-to-order and technically robotic boyfriend was that Tae was programmed to have a self-lubricating asshole and a resistance, if not outright immunity, to sexually transmitted diseases and infections. That meant Val could plunge his cock right inside his boyfriend’s hole right then and there, and it went deep inside. It wasn’t long before Val was balls-deep inside of Tae, and he was fucking him with a ferocity that Val didn’t even know he had in himself. The fucking soon transitioned to the bed and there were a few more positions that Val fucked Tae in before finally breeding his boyfriend. 

I woke up in a body I didn’t recognize. I mean, I know that I’m still me, but this wasn’t my body. I rolled over in my bed, a couple times actually, until I could reach my phone charging on the bedside table. There were quite a lot of news headlines and texts that all said pretty much the same thing. Overnight, at least for my time zone, there was a great switch, as many headlines were calling it, of bodies all around the world. I was quite surprised the world hadn’t devolved into utter chaos yet, but that’s just me. 

Now that I knew why I was in some other body, I needed to figure out who I was. But first, I really needed to piss. Thankfully, the room I was in had an ensuite bathroom, and I happened to catch a glance of myself in the mirror before making my way to the toilet. I ended up pissing all around the bathroom because I couldn’t believe my eyes. I pinched myself to make sure that it was really true. Out of all of the people in the world I could have switched with, I switched with Jungkook of BTS, a hot, muscular, wealthy Korean guy of my wildest dreams! 

I cleaned up the bathroom to the best of my ability and then went back to my phone. As I expected, all of them switched bodies as well. Our texts were in Korean, though, but to my surprise, I could fluently understand them! I had picked up a little Korean here and there from listening to K-pop, but I didn’t realize I would be able to understand it fluently in my new body. I tried speaking for the first time. 

“I fuckin’ love my new body!” I announced to the world. Even though I understood what I was saying, it still came out in Korean. Jungkook didn’t have the best English vocabulary when compared to some of the other members of BTS, so I would have to get used to speaking in Korean. At least my thoughts were still in English! As I got myself ready for the day, I realized that there was likely no way to go back to my old life. I would have to live my life as Jungkook now, and live it normally, despite wanting to spend the whole day worshiping my new body and jacking my cock until I was shooting blanks. 

And as a matter of fact, I was pretty damn good at living life as Jungkook! I got through his military service just fine, and the members of BTS eventually reunited and started touring again. We all learned each other’s backstories, of who we were before the great switch, and fans loved the combination of the old BTS and the little spins we put on the members to make them our own. As for me, the spin I took on Jungkook was a bit bigger than the other guys. I was gay, and had actually been in a relationship in my old body. 

That was a part of me that could never change, despite being in an entirely different body, so I came out as gay, again, but on a much more public platform than I had before. The media took it surprisingly well, considering the great switch and all, and I’m pleased to say that I soon found myself in another relationship. As it turned out, another one of my K-pop crushes, Wonho, was now gay, and I soon learned that he was a bottom, which was even better! Since we were now in the same circles, it was easy to contact him, and it wasn’t long before Wonho was begging for my dick in his ass! 

That happened earlier today, although it didn’t just only happen today. Anyways, Wonho finally returned home after his concert last night, and he hadn’t showered. I liked my guys nice and sweaty, and Wonho loved that too. I could smell his ripe musk as he walked into our bedroom, and my cock began to twitch. “I’m so fuckin’ horny!” he moaned, as he began taking off his clothes. Security at our concerts was tight, and no one was allowed backstage. Fuck, we didn’t even sell backstage passes anymore. It made perfect sense why he was horny, and I soon got to look at my boyfriend’s impressive muscular body and even more impressive cock. 

However, that cock wasn’t going to go in any holes, at least not today. I pushed the sheets off of me and exposed my rock hard cock, just a couple centimeters smaller than Wonho’s. He hopped up onto the bed and crawled forward until his mouth was just above my cock. He then opened wide and took the whole thing down his throat, which I still found impressive, even to this day. I loved when he gagged on my cock and I watched the spit and slobber dribble down the side of my cock. He was a voracious cocksucker, and all I needed to do was lay back and relax as I got one of the best blowjobs of my life. Every blowjob that Wonho gave me was one of the best blowjobs of my life. 

After I had leaked a good amount of pre-cum, which Wonho dutifully swallowed, he pulled himself off of my cock and gave me a look which could only be described as puppy-dog eyes on steroids. “Please, Jungy, I wanna feel your cock in my tight little hole, please!” he begged. Even if he didn’t beg, I was still going to give it to him, but I did love hearing him beg. It made my cock twitch in excitement and a little bit of pre-cum spurted out of my dick as we both got into positions. We fucked condomless, but I did grab the lube from our bedside drawer and applied a copious amount to my cock. 

Wonho wasn’t lying when he said that his hole was little and tight. Despite having fucked him probably hundreds of times now with my cock, his hole never got looser than it already was. I was impressed, and it made fucking him so much fun, as it took some real effort for me to finally get my cock inside of him. Even with him relaxing his ass muscles, it took a couple minutes or so before my cockhead finally made its way inside of Wonho’s ass. “Oh, yes, fuck me daddy, fuck me with that big fat juicy cock of yours!” Wonho moaned, and I readily obliged. 

OnlyFans was very proud of the new feature that they were rolling out, and they should have been, considering just how much money was spent on it. It was the ability for a content creator to be able to literally swap bodies with one of their random viewers in a livestream. They could only get the tech to work during a livestream, but creators and fans didn’t mind, as they were focused on revenue and potentially being the one to swap into their favorite creator’s body, respectively. Reno Gold, one of OnlyFan’s biggest gay content creators, was tapped to be one of the first to use the new feature. 

After he logged on to the livestream and smiled, with his new tongue ring on display, fans began rolling in, including one mega-fan of Reno’s, Zeno. He was excited for the possibility of swapping with the one and only Reno Gold. However, his hopes were a bit dashed when he noticed the number of viewers just kept rising and rising. True, there was always the possibility that he could be the one that was selected, but it got harder and harder with more people present. Reno was constantly flexing and showing off for his fans, eventually getting nude before it was time for the swap to actually happen. 

“Hey, everybody, the swap’s about to, like, happen! People won’t be allowed in while the swap process is ongoing, so that means, like, all of you here right now have the shot of taking a spin in my body, teeheehee! Okay, and let’s start the process!” Reno then pressed a button on his side on the screen, and a wheel appeared on both sides, meaning his and the viewer’s, filled with the names and pictures of all of the viewers currently watching the livestream. The wedges of the wheel were tiny, since there were so many viewers, but OnlyFans had anticipated that this might happen, especially with some content creators, and they were prepared. 

Reno then pressed another button on his end, and the wheel began spinning rapidly. “Oh, I hope it lands on me,” Zeno thought, although he could no longer tell where his wedge was on the wheel. After a few seconds, it started to slow down, and it got slower and slower until it finally stopped, just getting caught on the next wedge. The name and picture on the wedge then flashed on both of the screens. Zeno couldn’t believe his eyes when the name and picture finally became visible and it was “ZenoValDennis69” and his profile pic!

“Congrats ZenoValDennis69!” Reno said, with a chuckle. “From, like, what they’ve told me, the swap should be happening any second now.” The viewers then watched Reno wince in pain as a sharp shooting sensation went through his entire body. Zeno felt the same thing, and by the time the pain had gone away, they were in for quite the surprise. They had actually truly swapped bodies. Zeno couldn’t believe that he was in the body of the blonde sex god, and it certainly showed. 

He took the time to explore his body, starting with his biceps. Zeno had bicep peaks for the first time, and his arms now were so much bigger than they were in his old body. He did a classic Reno Gold lick of his bicep muscles and generally just felt them up, much to the delight of the viewers. Some of the other viewers were pissed that they weren’t selected, while others were shocked that the whole thing actually worked out. Regardless, Zeno was having the time of his life and had moved down and across his body and was now exploring his pecs. 

He had pecs that jutted out from his body now, and very sensitive nipples, apparently. He moaned in pleasure as his hands brushed across them, and he continued to moan as he cupped his pecs and made them bounce for a little bit as well. Zeno then moved down his body to his six-pack of abs, chiseled and clearly delineated. He made sure to flex and make them pop even more as he traced the lines that he was making. He explored his abs for a couple minutes before moving onto his ass. 

Zeno turned around so that his new perky bubble butt was on display to all of the viewers. He slapped his ass a few times and spread his cheeks wide open, giving the viewers a taste of his pink hole. Zeno even went so far as to stick a finger up his hole, assuming that Reno had douched before starting the livestream, and he was right. He was a bit shocked by just how easily his finger made his way inside his hole, especially considering how tight it looked on the camera. He then turned back around and sniffed his finger for his fans with that fetish, and then finally decided to play with his cock. 

It had been rock-hard ever since the swap happened, and it had taken a lot of willpower for Zeno not to touch it before now. It had been dripping pre-cum for quite some time before Zeno touched it, and he once again moaned in pleasure as his hands graced his cock for the first time. He was surprisingly good at edging himself and prolonging the pleasure, even in an entirely new body, and the viewers got a treat as Zeno brought himself to the edge of orgasm numerous times before letting his cock get somewhat flaccid again. 

However, all good things must come to an end, and Zeno just couldn’t hold off any longer. He blew a massive load all over his chest, covering his pecs and his abs in his thick and creamy cum. The cumshot lasted for a solid twenty seconds, Reno likely having refrained from cumming for a few days prior. Zeno ate up some of his cum on camera as well, and then got ready to change back. He could finally click the annoying prompt that had been showing up on the screen ever since the swap. 

“Are you ready to swap back?” it read. Yes, Zeno thought to himself, and clicked on it. Reno himself was anticipating this moment, as the body he was currently in wasn’t up to his standards, although it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting it might be. Both men were ready for the intense searing pain to come back, but it didn’t. Zeno clicked on the button a few more times, wondering just what the fuck was going on. Eventually, an error message popped up. 

“We are terribly sorry, but we are having difficulties swapping you back. Please wait and try again later. Error Code X0000275.”

“I’m stuck in the body of a porn star!?” Zeno announced to the viewers, incredulously. He quickly made sure to end the stream and then started up a chat with ZenoValDennis69. 

“Hey, so I’m stuck in your body until further notice,” Zeno said. 

“What the fuck, dude!? I was told there were failsafes so that shit like this wouldn’t happen!”

“I mean, I did try to change back, but it threw an error code, and I didn’t want the fans freaking out either.”

“Well, at least you fuckin’ tried. So, how long am I stuck in this body?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m going to reach out to support as you and see if we can get this all squared away.”

“Okay.” Zeno did just that, and he was quite surprised by the quick turnaround that they had. However, the answer was not what he was expecting. Apparently, the swapping function was not ready for primetime and should have never been implemented in the first place. There were only a few content creators who were stuck in other people’s bodies, but Reno Gold was definitely one of the biggest ones to get stuck. Zeno relayed the message back to Reno, who was understandably pissed yet again. There was nothing either man could do, though. Zeno loved that he was living in the body of a porn star, but he knew that there was a lot of stuff he didn’t know. 

So, Reno became Zeno’s “sex trainer,” for lack of better terminology. 

Val felt a bit weird as the alien made its way out of his body. He had just been possessed by the leader of a group of alien refugees who had decided to settle here on Earth. They were almost invisible to the naked eye, which meant it was quite a shock when Val heard someone talking to him when he swore no one else was around. Against his better judgment, he allowed the leader to make its way inside of him so that they could communicate easier. He learned a lot about their story, and one crucial fact about their existence. The alien species couldn't survive in Earth’s atmosphere for more than a couple days. 

Since they had only recently arrived on Earth, that wouldn’t be too much of a problem yet, but they needed to find some vessels, and find them fast. “I think I know just the place to take you,” Val said, hopefully addressing the leader and the rest of the aliens. They all fit into Val’s car, surprisingly, and he drove into the city and parked next to one of the many gyms there. This gym was more elitist than some other gyms, which meant that it was mostly full of muscled hunks. The alien species could slip under doorways and through small cracks in windows, for example, so someone like Val didn’t even have to go inside. 

The leader thanked Val and it wasn’t long before the aliens made their way inside of the gym, slowly but surely possessing all of the men in there. There were exactly enough men inside for each alien to possess one man, so it worked out even better than Val could have expected! The possession worked a bit different than when the leader went into Val’s body, as the men were no longer in control of themselves. The aliens still had access to all of the human’s memories, and had a way to copy their personality and other traits so that, overall, no one would suspect anything was amiss. 

Val had also learned something a bit weird during the time that the alien leader had been inside of his head. Apparently, they didn’t choose Earth just for the hell of it, since they couldn’t survive in the atmosphere after all. It was because there was a food equivalent on Earth very similar to what they had on their home planet. Only on Earth, it wasn’t usually considered food. It was semen that the men needed to survive, cum, which they now had a good supply of. Val needed to explain to the leader that their new hosts also needed real human food to be able to survive as well, but for the alien hosts to survive in the bodies, they needed cum too. 

Thankfully there were no windows at the front of the gym, and the door to get into the gym itself wasn’t made of glass, since the aliens did not hold back on ways to get cum whenever they needed it. With everyone in the gym having been taken over, including the staff, Val could now waltz right in whenever he wanted, and during one of the times he did that, he was in for quite a shock. There were quite a few possessed men brazenly jerking off on the gym floor, not to mention the numerous handjobs and fucking that was going on as well. Val had successfully appealed to the alien hosts who were possessing the staff to not let anyone into the gym who wasn’t possessed themselves or was Val. The website was changed and everything so that no one would come in and see the bodybuilder orgy that was happening right before their very eyes. 

Of course, Val got something out of this as well. He wasn’t just doing this out of the kindness of his heart. He had let one of the alien hosts suck him off once while he was in the gym, and the aliens learned that Val’s cum was especially tasty, almost like a delicacy to them. That meant whenever Val was in the gym, there was a room full of hunks wanting some of his cum. It didn’t even have to be through oral sex or swallowing cum either. The aliens could somehow absorb it if Val came inside of their ass after some intense fucking. He decided not to ask questions about how exactly that worked. 

There were a whole lot of instances of Val having fun with the possessed hunks that he unfortunately couldn’t tell anyone, lest the aliens be found out. One of Val’s favorite stories involved one of the numerous hunks at the gym, David. He was half-Korean and a cocky homophobic jock like most of the men in the gym. However, he, like all of the men in the gym, wanted some of Val’s cum, and so he didn’t do much as Val walked over to him and started to feel up his muscles. David was working out shirtless, so Val got easy access to his pecs and abs in addition to his meaty bicep muscles. Since David’s personality remained even during the possession, he still acted like he “normally” would, even if an alien wasn’t inside of him. 

“Hey, faggot, what do you think you’re doing? You like my muscles, don’t you, you fuckin’ faggot? Here, I bet fags like you love the taste of a smelly armpit, don’t ya?” That was right, as Val took some deep breaths of David’s pits too, really enjoying the musky scent that he was giving off. 

“Do you want some of my cum?” Val then asked David, once the muscle worship and pit sniffing was over. 

“Fuck yeah I would, faggot!” Val just had to laugh at the tonal difference between the beginning and end of David’s statement. 

“Then you’re gonna hafta get on your knees and start sucking,” Val said with a smirk. The technically cocky and homophobic jock wasted no time dropping down to his knees, pulling down Val’s pants and underwear, and sucking on his cock. It naturally wasn’t the best blowjob that Val had ever received, but David was doing a pretty good job, all things considered. However, once he was getting close to the edge of cumming, he decided that he wanted to have even more fun with this jock. “If you really want my cum, then you’re gonna hafta give me that sweet juicy ass of yours, David.” 

“Fuck, faggot!” David screamed, but he did as he was asked, since he did desperately want some of Val’s cum. Surprisingly, not a lot of guys in the gym were watching as David got on all fours in front of Val, exposing his tight and pink asshole. Val had gotten into the habit of bringing lube and condoms with him whenever he went to the gym, so he prepared to fuck the cocky and homophobic jock. As he expected, David’s hole was quite tight, if not completely virginal, and so it took a fair bit of effort for Val’s cock to finally make its way inside of David. “Fuck, faggot, your faggot cock is so fuckin’ big!”

Val was also able to get surprisingly deep inside of David until the cocky alpha was begging for him to stop, almost in tears. He fucked him for a few more minutes until he was finally about to cum again. He took off the condom and then plunged his cock back inside of David’s hole, spewing the cum inside of him. David absorbed as much as he could at this point, and then turned around and sucked Val’s cock, making sure he got every last droplet of cum from this cumshot. Val hated that he couldn’t tell his friends about stories like these, but he had a lot more memories like this one. 

It was a couple months later when the body of the leader made its way over to Val while he was in the gym, during a rare moment of Val actually working out and not doing something with one of the other hunks in the gym. “Val, I would like to talk to you about something. As a symbol of our collective mutual trust in you and all that you have done for us, we would like to make you a full member of our group as well. This will entail a possession of sorts, but not like the kind we have done to the men here. Instead, you will be connected to what I believe you might call a neural network.

“You can use it to communicate telepathically with us no matter where you are in the world, and it will also allow you to use all of our bodies as you see fit. Technically, we can change whatever body we are currently possessing at will, but we have found it much easier to remain in the same body, especially when we leave the gym and have to assimilate into your human society. Of course, that would mean one of us would have to take over your body if you decide to possess someone different than yourself.”

“Of course. Thank you for this kind offer. I accept,” Val said to the leader, and then through a complicated process, since all of the aliens already had a host body, Val was given a connection to the neural network himself, and quickly tried out the new body hopping power that he had. He found it to be quite interesting, and he would definitely be having a lot of fun with it, in addition to all of the kinky fun he had with the guys in the gym who wanted his cum. Val’s prime body wasn’t too shabby, now that he was spending most of his time in the gym and actually working out from time to time. His build was still lean, but now that Val could body hop, he could have someone else in the gym workout for him while he had some more fun. 

Val also learned that he remained in control during the times he body hopped. His personality was the one that was on top, not the personality of the guy he had jumped into. Soon after he gained the ability to body hop, Val decided that he wanted to spend some time in Jordan’s body, one of the personal trainers they had at the gym. Of course, he wasn’t doing much personal training now, since all of his clients had been possessed by aliens, but he too continued to work out and maintain an incredible body. 

It wasn’t too difficult at all to get into Jordan’s body, and the alien that had been in Jordan’s body was now taking Val’s body for a spin, even swallowing his own cum at times since it tasted so delectable to them. Val had asked if Jordan wouldn’t shower yesterday, so that when he finally took over his body, he would be nice and ripe, just the way that Val loved it. He spent some time in the gym smelling his ripe and smelly pits. He reeked to high heaven, but that only turned Val on even more. Val also played with his new beefy pecs for quite some time. He barely had any pecs in his old body, and now he could bounce his pecs as much as he wanted! They were soft and squishy, but he could also tense them up and make them firm and hard as a rock. However, one thing Val was really itching to do was to fuck himself, literally. Jordan had a big black cock, admittedly one of the biggest Val had ever seen in his life, and Val wondered how it would feel inside of him, in a way. Quite a few of the other aliens had wanted to fuck Val’s ass too, since it was usually Val doing the fucking as to give them their cum fix. 

Since he was a part of the neural network now, Val didn’t even need to be in earshot of his old body to tell him the plan. By the time he actually made his way over to where his body was, Val’s body was already on all fours and one of the other guys in the gym was already fucking him. Since Val was gay and had usually bottomed before the aliens came to Earth, he was able to fit most of their cocks inside of his hole, quite a few of the guys able to go balls-deep as well. After a couple of guys fucking Val’s hole, it was finally Val’s turn to fuck himself in Jordan’s body. Both of them were quite pleased that Jordan’s cock expanded Val’s hole just a little bit. Since the alien possessing Val’s body still retained Val’s personality, including his kinks and fetishes, he was in high heaven getting fucked by this musky muscular Black man. Val pushed Jordan’s cock deep inside of Val’s hole, and surprisingly wasn’t able to go all of the way in before his body began whimpering in pain and begging for Val to stop going deeper. 

However, once Val pulled back a little bit with Jordan’s cock, Val’s body was back to drooling over getting fucked by the perfect man. The fucking itself lasted for a few more minutes, Val keeping Jordan’s cock inside of his asshole when he finally came. Jordan’s cum didn’t have the same effect as his own cum did, but Val was quite pleased with how much cum actually came out of his cock.