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I just finished up taking a slash when I noticed the glory hole from the corner of my eye. I was curious. I never considered myself gay, but after hours on the road alone, and having to skip a workout, I just needed to get my balls drained. I couldn’t care less who was on the other end. Just the thought of a warm mouth wrapped around my cock was making me hard. I could hear someone breathing on the other side of the stall, so I stroked to full hardness before shoving myself through the hole. I stood there, squatting down slightly to compensate for my height as I waited for something to happen. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wasn't his accent so hot?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheeks heated up as you nodded.

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

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

No one had to know what you did in private.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Biting your lip, you obliged.

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

And as you did so, your ass changed.

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

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

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

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

That meant...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did the room feel smaller?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just like him...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But were you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You weren't at home anymore.

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

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

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

Bloody hell it was difficult to think!

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

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

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

Or even if there was a home to return to.

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

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

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

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

It felt so natural now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kai looked at you with amusement.

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

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

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

And you did. You so did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Original story posted November 7th 2021. Original story title “Better Life, Cop Life”) This story has been mildly Updated!

Recently Eric’s life had been going down the drain. First he split up with his boyfriend Jake after discovering he was cheating. Then he lost his job due to staff cuts. And to top it off he then lost his old apartment since it was all in Jake’s name. Now his ex was living in their old place with the guy he cheated with while Eric was struggling to find a new job while living in the cheapest apartment he could find. As he applied for shitty job after job he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve all this? Was it all some kind of cruel universal joke?

As he was job hunting, one of the positions that popped up was a job at a small clothing shop called “Threads for Life”. The description of the job itself was extremely vague but he assumed it would just be retail. Working a till and serving customers etc. So he applied.

Surprisingly they were the first to get back to him about his application and in such a short time frame as well. They emailed asking for him to come in for an interview. Of course Eric accepted. Why wouldn’t he? The only weird thing was how close this shop seemed to be. It was just down the road from his old apartment and still rather close to his current one but he could swear he’d never seen or heard of the shop before. He just chalked it up to him being unobservant and forgetful.

On the day of the interview Eric found the shop just where it was said to be. Even after seeing it though, nothing clicked. He could’ve sworn it wasn’t here before. He shook the odd feeling off however as he stepped up to the front door perfectly on time and looking his best.

Upon entering he was greeted by a middle aged man who introduced himself as the owner of the establishment, Tony. The two exchange greetings before Tony ushered Eric to follow him. Eric expected to be taken immediately to an office but instead Tony simply walked through the many isles of clothing with him while chatting casually about the shop and its history.

Before Eric had assumed this to be a simple clothes shop. One that sold shirts, pants and all the rest like most other shops. And it did. But something Eric was quick to notice was how most of the clothes seemed to be matched together in outfits. Rather than being separated into different sections, almost all the clothes in the shop had already been prematched. There were plenty of casual combos like t-shirts and jeans or shorts and tank tops however as they moved from aisle to aisle there were a very noticeable amount of clothes that seemed more like costumes.

Some were more understandable like suits. But a lot of the others?… Eric took note of medical scrubs, fireman uniforms, motorcycle gear, handyman clothes, police uniforms, cowboy costumes, construction clothes and so much more. Eric also couldn’t help noting that none of the clothes seemed to be marketed towards women. He supposed the shop specialised in men’s attire specifically. Still he couldn’t help but find the layout of the store to be… strange.

“Soooo… Eric was it? Before I can give you a job. I want to ask you a couple questions.” The owner said as he sat down on a cushioned stool near the back of the shop, prompting Eric to do the same.

Eric of course agreed to this as questions were standard procedure for almost any interview so he was ready for it..

“Okay first question then. Growing up, did you ever have any dreams of who you’d eventually become? What job you’d want to strive for? What kind of man you’d want to become?” Tony asked.

It was a strange question for sure but Eric still pondered it for a moment before answering. “Well I don’t think I was ever dead set on anything but I remember wanting to be something along the lines of a fireman… or a police officer maybe?”

Tony nodded, seeming pleased with that answer. “Okay then second question. Are you content with the current direction your life has taken or would you still like to fulfill that childhood dream if you could?”

Eric chuckled at the bizarre question. “Well… my life hasn’t exactly been going in a good direction recently. If I could change some things I would. But if you’re asking me whether I’d wanna become a cop then… I just don’t think I have what it takes.” He gestured down at his body. “I’m thin and lanky. Don’t really go to the gym that much and I’m not all that good with confrontation. To be honest I just don’t think I have the right mindset to be a cop you know?” Eric huffed before looking back up at the owner. “And no offense but what does that have to do with me working here?”

Tony didn’t answer at first. He just smiled before standing back up again. The owners eyes glanced around the store, mainly at all the costumes and then turned back to Eric.

“Alright. I think I can give you a job.”

Eric was surprised when he heard that. All he’d done was answer two silly questions. He tried to query as to how those questions even mattered but Tony simply asked Eric to follow him. Confused as ever, Eric did just that.

The pair made their way back down the isles of outfits. They passed by the suits, doctors scrubs and all the other costumes yet again. Only the weird thing was now that Eric was getting a closer look at them, he started to notice how real the costumes looked. They weren’t just silly fake costumes you’d wear to a party. They were the real deal! Actually looking as though they belonged to real firemen and real doctors. Even the tradie outfits looked dirty as if they’d been used for actual tradie work.

Tony stopped in front of the police uniforms. Eric was quick to notice just how real those looked as well. Not just uniform but genuine looking police badges as well. Not to mention the radio, utility belt and even a body cam that all looked completely real. As if they’d been taken directly from actual cops and put on display.

“Pick one.” Was all Tony said.

“What? Seriously?” Eric was baffled. This had to be some kind of joke right?

“Oh come on. Humour me a little. Pick one out.” Tony urged, patting Eric on the back. “Though if I were you I’d certainly pick that one.” The shop owner pointed out a specific uniform amongst the selection. Eric didn’t really see why it’d matter which one he chose as they mostly looked the same anyway.

Eric sighed. “Fine, I’ll pick that one then. Now what? Want me to go try it on.” He joked only to be met by an affirming nod from Tony.

“Changing rooms are just over there.”

Eric raised an eyebrow at the man but decided what the hell. He took the uniform off the rack along with the equipment. Tony then picked up the large black boots and placed them on top of the uniform in Eric’s hands. Eric shook his head as he turned and walked off towards the changing rooms.

He shut the blue curtain behind as he stepped into one of the stalls. It was a fair bit bigger than he’d expected it to be. Eric sat the uniform down on the bench before striping himself down to his boxer briefs. After setting his own clothes to one side, he began to get dressed in the police uniform.

First thing he did was pull on the pants which he found to be rather baggy. He sat down to prevent them from falling as he grabbed the shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He made sure to tuck it into his pants before grabbing the utility belt and strapping firmly around his waist. He still couldn’t believe it had a real taser attached to it and everything. Lastly Eric slid his feet into the heavy black boots which were clearly a couple sizes too large.

With that Eric stood up to take a look in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The uniform was far too big and baggy on him. He looked like he was playing dress up more than anything. He slid his hands into his pockets as looked at himself a little more, amused by the uniform. Though as his hands dug around in the pockets, he realised something was in one of them. It was small and metallic. Eric pulled it out to reveal a name tag with “J. Desmond” engraved on it. Jokingly Eric decided to pin it to his shirt for a laugh.

Eric shook his head again at how silly this all was. Why had Tony made him put this one anyway? With a shrug he was just about to start taking the uniform off, not wanting to look stupid when he stepped out of the changing room. But before he could even start unbuttoning the shirt, he began to feel…weird. Like a warm wave of pure pleasure began flowing over him. A wave so incredible that he almost didn’t notice his body starting to change.

His upper body was first to see a transformation. His back widening significantly as his flat chest began to bubble and swell into two thick hefty pecs. Pecs that grew larger until they started to strain his shirt slightly. The same shirt that’d been hanging loosely off his frame moments ago now starting to fill out at an alarming rate. Especially as his shoulders bulged to the size of cannon balls while his traps grew to match. His waist grew larger but tighter at the same time as fat melted away in place of pure raw muscle. Showing itself even more so in the form of abs. They weren’t chiseled washboard abs, they were thicker and softer than that but still impressive all the same.

But his arms. They were what really caught Eric’s attention. Partly thanks to the cop shirt he was wearing being a short sleeve which gave him a full view of their transformation. He got to watch as veins pulsed across his skinny twig-like arms as though they were being pumped full of unseen energy. And then with pain or warning they started to swell. His previously non existent biceps began hulking into reality as the muscle beneath his skin inflated. It should’ve been impossible. Seemingly gaining mass from nothing. But his eyes witnessed it all. His forearms expanded rapidly while his hands cracked and thickened. His biceps continued to balloon with power and size until they stretched his sleeves. Only then did they finally stop. His veins subsided as his arms reached their new colossal size.

His upper body might’ve been massive now but his lower body was getting ready to catch up. Eric’s waist and hips had already widened enough for the waist of the cop pants to fit securely. Now it was his legs turn to catch up.

In seconds they put on an unbelievable amount of sheer muscle mass. It was as though someone had plugged an air pump into his legs and started filling them up. But it wasn’t air. It was pure real muscle. Eric couldn’t help but groan a little as his pants began to feel tighter. He leaned against the wall of the cubicle for support as his thighs and calves continued to bloat thicker and more powerful by the second. The once baggy cop pants now fit him like a glove. But it wasn’t just his legs. His backside started to swell as well. His once average butt growing into a juicy muscular bubble ass that strained against the back of his pants perfectly. Not to mention his feet cracking and lengthening similar to hands. Growing multiple sizes until they fit perfectly inside the black cop boots he had on.

When the next change kicked in, Eric’s eyes widened as one of his hands instinctively flew towards his crotch. Grabbing his bulge tightly as even that began to swell and grow. His eyes began to roll back as his cock snaked down one his legs, growing girthier in the process. Meanwhile his balls followed suit as they bloated into fat heavy nuts full to the brim with cum.

His body was complete but his head still had to change. A stinging sensation came over his face as it started to morph. The shape of his head and all of his features altering dramatically until he was unrecognisable from the man he once was. His new look being much sharper and masculine in a way that would’ve screamed high school jock had he been a little younger. All the while the light stubble he’d always carried grew into more of a short well kept beard while the messy mid length hair he adorned shortened into faded crew cut.

“Fuuuuuck…” Eric groaned as the transformation subsided at last. There was a clear difference in his voice. It must’ve been altered with the rest of his body. He found himself looking back into the mirror with amazement. No longer was he that scrawny pale figure of a man he’d seen reflected all his life. Now he was… buff. Really buff! And hot as fuck!. It was unreal. The uniform that was more or less falling off him moments ago now clung to him as though he were made for it. He couldn’t stop himself from running his hands up and down his torso, feeling a set of strong abs hiding under his shirt before drifting back up to squeeze his power new pecs through the fabric. He never thought he’d actually have fucking pecs but here he was now! Groping and kneading them.

In all the excitement his cock began to firm up. Eric could feel the blood rushing to his crotch as his growing erection created a clear outline in his pants. He smirked as he brought both hands down towards his crotch. Gently he rubbed his hands across the length of his dick through his pants.

Eric looked back into the mirror before bringing both arms up into flex. His already hard cock twitched at the sight of his biceps bulging, threatening to rip his sleeves in the process. The strength he felt flowing through his arms… No, his whole body was intoxicating! With his left hand Eric proceeded to grasp and squeeze his right bicep. It seemed impossible, like he was living in a lucid dream!

Just then Eric thought of something he’d always wished he could do. He’d never been buff enough to do it before. But now? He lowered his arms to his sides, stood up straight before flexing his chest. His pecs bounced. Eric’s eyes widened in amazement at the sight of his new muscle tits jumping underneath the shirt. He bounced them a few more times before cupping them again with a sense of pure wonder flowing through him. “These feel fucking amazing…”

Once he’d finished admiring his pecs, Eric remembered something else that’d grown. He turned his back to the mirror and looked behind. His cock twitched extra hard this time as he caught sight of his muscular new cop butt straining against his uniform pants. He couldn’t help himself. Before long his greedy hands were reaching back and grasping at his thick bubbly ass. “Oooohh fuuck.” He growled, feeling just how hefty they were. “My ass is fucking huge!…” Eric murmured aloud, lost in the pleasure. So lost in fact that he didn’t even notice Tony peering through the curtains. Watching with a horny gaze as Eric squeezed and groped his fat new ass. Even watching as Eric went as far as to place his hands just under his ass cheeks and start jiggling them, dumbly laughing as he did.

Eric felt his cock pulsing and bucking uncontrollably as he played with his cop butt. So much so that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Soon enough he spun back around to face the mirror again before unzipping his pants. Tony continued to creep in on the show while Eric shoved a hand into his underwear, struggling to free his erection. With a little effort however Eric was able to let out a satisfied sigh as his girthy python sprung free. The thing must’ve been around 9 inches long and insanely thick. It was every man’s dream cock.

A slapping noise could be heard from the changing rooms as Eric began smacking his cock against his hand while he admired it. Every smack sent a pleasurable shiver through his body. He had to stroke it. He was just able to wrap his hand around its full girth before he started to pump. It had to have been at least three times more sensitive than his old cock as Eric couldn’t stop cursing while he pumped it.

He began to jerk faster as he looked over his new body in the mirror again. His handsome bearded face and buff body. How thick his legs were. How buff his arms had become. How massive his chest had grown. Just looking at it all reflected back at him allowed him to jerk off furiously. He then looked down at his cock. He loved seeing it. Soooo thick and excited as some precum started to drip from the tip. With how sensitive it was and intensely he was pumping it, Eric could tell he was gonna to blow any moment.

He turned to his left, getting a perfect side view of his body. He couldn’t help but fixate on how much his ass stood out. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching his free hand back towards it again. Before long he was groping his ass and jerking his cock all at the same time. The new cop was having the time of his goddamn life!

“Fuuuuuuuccck!” That was enough to send him over the edge. Tony, who was still watching, saw Eric's ass clench and his cock erupt with an enormous load. One so big that it shit cum all over the benches adjacent to the new cop as well as his old and now ill fitting clothes. His cock continued to buck and twitch for a good few moments afterwards. Shooting a few more times as it covered the floor in front of him with cum.

“See. I knew you’d like that one.” Tony finally made himself known as he pulled back the curtain.

Eric whipped around, still panting a little. “Fuck I… my deepest apologies sir… I couldn’t stop myself.” He tried to reason.

“No need to apologise Officer.” Tony smirked as he glanced down at Eric’ softening cock, still dripping cum. “Most find it hard to contain themselves after what you just went through. So no need to worry. I’ll even get it cleaned up for ya.” The store manager smiled innocently.

“Officer?…” Eric repeated what the other man had said to him as though it weren’t the truth. It sounded weird and off putting to hear someone call him that. So why did it sound so right at the same time?

“Well you are a Cop now. Officer James Desmond to be precise, so you better get used to hearing it.” Tony nodded towards the name tag that was pinned to Eric’s shirt.

Hearing that name triggered something inside Eric. Memories of being Cop flooded his mind along with a bunch of other unfamiliar memories. He still remembered who he used to be but now he had a whole new life filling his head that made his old one feel like a fleeting dream. A new life as Officer James Desmond.

“Thank you sir. You have no idea how grateful I am for all this…” James stated, his new manners kicking in right away. Immediately after he tucked his fat new cock back into his pants before pulling up the zip. “But I’ve got to be back at the station in half an hour.”

“No worries Officer! I completely understand. You head off and I’ll be sure to get all your ball batter cleaned. Might take me a while though.” Tony joked, earning a chuckle from James.

“Heh sorry sir. Got myself a pair of bull balls down here.” James gave his crotch a quick squeeze. “Well I’m off. If you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask for me down at the staton.” He said, passing by Tony as he exited the changing cubicle.

“Oh don’t worry I will.” Tony replied, giving James’ ass a smack as he passed. He continued to watch James’ ass shake as he sauntered away up until the sexy new cop reached the front door.

James hopped into his car, not even noticing it’d been morphed into a cop car, before starting up the engine. As he drove towards the station he couldn’t help but daydream about plunging his cock into some other hot cop’s ass or having another cop fuck his new bubble butt. Surely some of his buddies down at the station would be down for some fun. According to his memories he seemed to recall catching his own partner checking out his ass a couple times…

Cop TF? Check.

/ happy pride! Got some requests for a twink tf so here ya go I also think this is my first ever 2 part story, I usually never do that! However the story got incredibly long and so I wanted to give you guys this one slowly ;)

/Straight to gay, the tf doesn't finish until part 2

/tw: use of f slur, misogyny

James hated being a personal trainer. He thought that he would get to hit on all the ladies but they barely came to him. Unbeknownst to him his reputation of being an asshole has dissuaded the general public to his services, the only ones that were willing were gay guys that had a thing for being talked down to. Constantly he would complain about the sissies coming in, but he tried to remain cordial. Although how well he was able to hide his animosity was another story. He admitted that he did feel a bit of a rush whenever a fag would be checking him out, not because he was gay or anything– but because he felt powerful. Like he had these gay men in the palm of his hand. He just wished that some bitches would come get trained by him too.

Lucas wanted to start his fitness journey but he didnt know where to start. Laying around scrolling on tiktok he kept getting ads for this stepper machine.

He kept ignoring it but whenever the ad would pop up he'd stare at the hot girl on the machine, obviously she had worked on her body with more than that but what could it hurt to try.

As he added it to his amazon cart he noticed two versions, a "gay" and a "straight" one. There was no difference in how they looked or anything and the straight one was sold out so he decided to get the gay one. It was probably just some marketing gimmick anyways.

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Once the little machine had arrived he tore it open eagerly. He was excited to get rid of his stomach. He frowned slightly as he noticed the rainbow colored sticker on the bottom of the machine. He shook it off as he placed it on his wooden floor.

He got on as he started to pump up and down. The machine going how it was meant to. He put on a show as he continued on the little stepper.

The next day he woke up sore, his whole body ached like the little stepper was an entire routine. His feet peeked out from under his blanket, they looked a little bigger but he didnt notice that.

As the days went by he would go on the little stepper for at least an hour a day, not noticing how much the little thing was changing him. His receding hairline crept forward, making his thin hair thicker. His fat melted off his body, becoming lean juicy muscle, his skin darkened into a nice tan like he spent hours hiking, his face defined itself into perfection with cheekbones a gucci model would be envious of.

Although he didnt notice his physical changes, he could feel the mental ones. How he'd wake up more energetic and be more charismatic to people, how others seemed to be naturally attracted to him, but most of all he noticed how much he preferred the attention of men now. Whenever he'd think of girls a cute twink would take her place. No boobs, instead a nice pair of lean pecs for him to lick.

He couldn't control himself when he saw a cute guy, it was like he was going througg puberty again.

his large calves pulsated as sweat ran down his 6'8 sculpted body. Something he never really had to work for and just had. His trim waist and broad shoulders would say other wise, but he never had a gym membership. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he continued watching sone dumb reality tv show about gay guys. Everyone was so incredibly hot he couldn't keep focus.

All he could think about now was railing some random twink.

I’d lived alone in my flat in Madrid for almost eight years. It was a beautiful bachelor pad — high ceilings, big windows overlooking the city, a sleek modern kitchen I barely used, and a rooftop terrace perfect for evening drinks. At 45, I had a good life. Successful job, nice things, plenty of freedom. But lately the place had started to feel too quiet. Too empty.

So I signed up to host an exchange student. Why not? I figured it would be nice to have some energy in the house again. Give a young college kid a proper Madrid experience.

The agency matched me with Mark Rossi.

Nineteen years old. Columbia University. Italian-American from New York (real Italian though, like his parents were from Turin). When his profile photo popped up, I actually paused. He was ridiculously good-looking in that effortless, boy-next-door way — warm brown eyes, thick dark hair that fell a little messy, a bright smile, and smooth, tanned skin that suggested he spent time outside. He looked innocent, almost sweet. But when we video-called, his personality came through immediately: confident, frat-bro energy mixed with that natural Italian charm. Funny, outgoing, quick with the jokes, but polite and respectful.

He arrived on a warm September afternoon.

I opened the door and there he was, rolling a big suitcase behind him, backpack slung over one shoulder. He was even better looking in person — about 5'11", athletic build, wearing a tight Columbia t-shirt that showed off nice arms and a broad chest, and a pair of shorts that revealed strong legs.

“Juan! Man, it’s so good to finally meet you,” he said with a big grin, stepping forward to give me a firm handshake that turned into a quick bro hug. “This place is insane. Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

We clicked right away. Within the first few days, it felt like we’d known each other longer than we had. Mark was easy to live with. He helped cook, kept his stuff organized, and had this infectious energy that filled up the flat. We’d sit on the terrace drinking wine in the evenings, talking about everything — his classes at the university in Madrid, life in New York, my travels, girls he’d dated, the crazy parties he went to. He had that perfect mix: American warmth and humor with a European confidence and flirtiness that made him magnetic.

I was getting used to having someone else around. Enjoying it, even.

Then, about ten days after he moved in, something weird started to happen.

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At first I was really confused.

I woke up in the middle of the night, heart racing for no reason. I could have sworn I was in one of the guest beds. The mattress felt different under me, the layout of the room slightly off in the dark. But that didn’t make any sense. I always slept in my own room. I rolled over, mutter to myself, and fall back asleep. When I woke up, I was in my room still.

A few nights later it happened again. This time I woke up convinced I wasn’t in my own bed. The sheets felt wrong. The pillows were different. I blinked into the darkness, confused, before sleep pulled me under again.

Then, a few nights after that, I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding hard. I reached up instinctively and ran my hand over my bare chest.

It was smooth.

Completely smooth.

Where the hell was all my chest hair? Where was the thin gold necklace I’d worn every night for fifteen years? My fingers kept moving across the unfamiliar flat, toned skin, searching for something that wasn’t there. Panic flickered in my chest, but before I could fully process it, exhaustion won and I drifted off again.

The next time it happened, I woke up properly.

I sat up in bed, disoriented, I was definitely in one of the guest rooms. I stumbled over to the mirror on the wall. The streetlights outside cast just enough glow for me to see my reflection.

Mark stared back at me.

His handsome, boyish face. His messy dark hair. His smooth, athletic torso. I was in Mark’s body.

I froze, eyes wide. My — his — hands flew up to touch my face, my jaw, my chest. This wasn’t a dream. I could feel everything. The lighter weight of his frame, the absence of my usual bulk, the way his cock sat differently in the loose boxer briefs I was wearing.

“What the fuck…” I whispered in Mark’s voice.

A strange mix of panic and arousal hit me all at once. I was freaked out, heart hammering, but I also couldn’t ignore the low throb of excitement looking at Mark’s reflection — my reflection right now. I looked good. Really fucking good.

I stumbled back to the bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard. Eventually I must have passed out again.

When I woke up the next morning, I was back in my own body. In my own room. The familiar weight, the chest hair, the necklace against my skin. Everything was normal.

Mark was already in the kitchen making coffee like nothing had happened. He looked up when I walked in and gave me his usual bright smile.

“Morning, Juan. You sleep okay? You look a little tired, man.”

I stared at him for a second, searching his face for any sign that he knew.

“Yeah,” I said finally, forcing a casual tone. “Slept fine.”

He nodded, none the wiser, and slid a mug of coffee toward me across the counter.

I took it, my hand slightly unsteady.

Whatever the hell was going on… Mark didn’t seem to have any idea it had even happened.

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The next night I went to bed with a strange idea in my head.

As I laid there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, I thought about Mark. About his body. His face. His energy. I focused hard, willing it to happen again. I didn’t know if it would work, but I tried anyway.

A few hours later, I woke up.

The room felt different. The bed felt different. I sat up slowly and looked down at my hands — younger, smoother, with a light dusting of dark hair on the forearms. I touched my face. Sharp jaw, no stubble yet, thick messy hair falling over my forehead.

I was in Mark’s body again.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Mark’s reflection stared back at me, wide-eyed. I opened my mouth and spoke.

“Holy shit… this is real.”

The words came out in a clear American accent. Then, I tried again in Spanish.

“¿Qué coño está pasando?”

It sounded rusty, clumsy. The words felt heavy on my tongue and came out with a strong Italian accent. I switched to Italian without thinking and the sentence flowed perfectly, natural and fluent.

“Porca puttana… funziona davvero.”

I laughed in disbelief, hearing Mark’s lighter, younger voice. The contrast was surreal.

Over the next several nights, I started doing it on purpose. I’d lie in bed, think about Mark, focus on his body, and more often than not, I would wake up a few hours later inside him.

Some nights I would just lie there in his bed, exploring. I’d run my hands over his smooth chest and abs, feeling the lean muscle. Other nights I’d get too turned on and end up jerking off slowly in his room, watching Mark’s handsome face in the mirror as I stroked his cock. The orgasms felt incredible — sharper, quicker, almost addictive.

A couple of times I even went for late-night walks in his body. It felt incredible — young, light on my feet, full of energy.

But no matter what I did, by the time morning came I would always get overwhelmingly tired. I’d crawl back into his bed, close my eyes, and wake up back in my own heavier, older body.

Mark never said a word about it. He’d greet me cheerfully every morning, completely unaware that I had spent half the night living in his skin.

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A few weeks went by like that. I kept waking up in Mark’s body most nights, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. I explored, I jerked off in front of his mirror, I took late-night walks through Chueca feeling young and alive. Every morning I’d wake up back in my own heavier body, and Mark would act completely normal, like nothing strange had ever happened.

Then Pedro came to visit from Bilbao.

Pedro had been my best friend for almost fifteen years. Thirty-nine, sharp-featured, always well-dressed, with that effortless charisma that turned heads wherever he went. I’d had a crush on him for most of that time. A quiet, hopeless kind of crush. I knew I was a good-looking guy — people told me constantly — but Pedro had never seen me that way. Not once.

He was a bit of a fuckboy. Always chasing younger guys. Twenties, early thirties at most. It verged on problematic sometimes, but he never crossed any real lines. He just loved being worshipped by hot, eager younger men. Over the years I had pushed those feelings for him down as deep as they would go. I told myself I was over it.

The day he arrived at the flat, he dropped his bag in the hallway and gave me a big hug.

“Juanito! Fuck, it’s good to see you, man.”

Then Mark walked out of the kitchen carrying two glasses of water, wearing a tight Columbia t-shirt and shorts.

Pedro’s eyes locked onto him immediately. I saw the shift in his posture, the way his gaze lingered. He tried to play it cool, aloof, but I knew him too well. He was captivated.

“Pedro, this is Mark. My exchange student from New York,” I said.

Mark flashed that bright, boyish smile and shook Pedro’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man. Juan’s told me a lot about you.”

They started talking, and I could see it happening right in front of me. Pedro was interested. Mark, for his part, wasn’t exactly discouraging it. He laughed at Pedro’s jokes, held eye contact a little longer than necessary, and gave him that charming, slightly flirty energy. Not over the top, but enough to make Pedro work for it. It didn’t feel like a straight guy just being polite. Mark was definitely into the attention.

I felt a sharp twist of jealousy in my chest.

Here I was, a good-looking, successful 45-year-old man who had wanted Pedro for years… and this 19-year-old kid was getting his attention in five minutes flat. It was frustrating as hell.

That night, after we all had a few drinks on the terrace, I went to bed earlier than usual. As I drifted off, I found myself thinking about Mark again. Thinking about his body. About how Pedro had looked at him.

A few hours later, I woke up.

I was in Mark’s bed again. In Mark’s body.

I lay there in the dark for a moment, heart beating fast, already knowing what I was going to do.

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The next night we all went down the street to watch the Madrid derby at a local bar. The place was loud, packed with fans, and the energy was electric. We drank a few beers, yelled at the TV, and laughed the whole time. Mark was in his element — loud, charming, cracking jokes. Pedro couldn’t keep his eyes off him.

When we got back to the flat it was already past midnight. We kept hanging out in the living room, talking and drinking wine. Eventually I started feeling tired and headed to bed.

“Night guys,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Night, Juan,” Mark replied.

Pedro just gave me a small nod, his attention clearly elsewhere.

I lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. I could hear them still talking and laughing in the living room. Then the voices got quieter. Lower. More intimate. The sound of movement. A soft laugh from Mark. The unmistakable creak of the guest room door closing.

I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. Even with the door shut I could hear them. The low murmurs. The rustling of clothes. The quiet, wet sounds of kissing. Then the rhythmic creaking of the bed and Mark’s muffled moans.

Pedro was fucking him.

I lay there listening, a painful mix of jealousy, arousal, and frustration twisting in my gut. Eventually I closed my eyes and focused hard on Mark again — on his body, his face, the way he felt — as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later.

It was 3:17 AM. I was no longer in my own bed.

I was lying on my side in the guest room, completely naked, with Pedro’s warm, muscular body pressed against my back. His arm was draped heavily over my waist, his hand resting possessively on my stomach. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, still slightly sticky.

Fuck.

My heart started racing. Pedro was spooning me tightly, breathing slow and deep in sleep. I stayed perfectly still for a moment, just feeling the heat of his body, the weight of his arm, the scratch of his beard against the back of my neck.

I needed to see all of him.

Carefully, I turned over in his arms. Pedro made a sleepy sound but didn’t wake up. Now facing him, I could finally take him in. His handsome face relaxed in sleep, the strong line of his jaw, his broad chest rising and falling, his intricate tattoos, the dark hair trailing down his stomach. His cock rested thick and heavy against his thigh.

I stared at him, drinking in every detail. This was the man I’d wanted for years. And right now, in Mark’s younger, tighter body, I was the one lying naked in his arms.

My cock — Mark’s cock — started to harden against Pedro’s hip.

Pedro stirred, his eyes still closed but his hand sliding down my stomach until he felt how hard I — Mark — was.

“Oh… seems like someone’s ready for round two,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and lust.

In one smooth, powerful motion he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his hips as he gripped my waist and guided me down onto his thick cock. I gasped as he slid back inside me, still slick from his load earlier. The stretch was intense.

I started riding him slowly at first, then faster, grinding down hard. Pedro pulled me forward into a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding into my mouth as he thrust up to meet me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned against my lips.

He flipped me onto all fours and fucked me deep in doggy style, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. Then he pulled me up so my back was against his chest, one arm wrapped around my torso while he kissed and bit at my neck and shoulder from behind. His other hand roamed greedily over my toned abs and obliques.

“Speak Italian for me,” he growled, still thrusting steadily.

I moaned in Mark’s voice, the words coming out naturally, “Ti sto scopando così bene… mi fai impazzire…”

“Such a good boy,” Pedro praised, his hand stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. “So fucking tight for me.”

He flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs up, fucking me in missionary. His eyes locked onto mine, slack-jawed, pupils blown wide with pleasure. He looked completely lost in it, like he was drunk on how good Mark’s body felt.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train.

My whole body seized up. Waves of intense, shuddering pleasure crashed through me, stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my own body. My cock pulsed hard between us, shooting thick ropes of cum across my smooth chest and stomach in powerful spurts. I cried out, hole clenching rhythmically around Pedro’s cock as the orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Pedro’s eyes widened with raw lust. He greedily scooped up a big glob of my cum with his fingers and licked it off his hand without breaking eye contact.

“Mmm… not bad,” he said, voice rough. “Sweet. A little salty. Tastes like a young guy should.”

He scooped up more and brought his fingers to my lips. I hesitated for half a second, but he pushed them into my mouth anyway.

“Open. Taste yourself,” he ordered.

I sucked his fingers clean, tasting my own cum while he kept fucking me slow and deep.

“Not too bad for a kid who’s only tried girls before,” Pedro said with a wicked grin. “Glad I could be the first cock to fuck that tight little ass. Next time I’m gonna pull out and shoot my whole load all over that pretty face.”

He fucked me harder for another minute, then buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling me again.

We collapsed together, sweaty and exhausted, and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window.

I was still curled up against Pedro’s warm body. Still in Mark’s body.

Holy shit.

I carefully slipped out of bed, heart racing, and snuck into the kitchen wearing only a pair of Mark’s boxer briefs.

As I turned the corner and looked up, I was shocked to see my old body was already sitting at the kitchen table, wearing my favorite robe, sipping coffee. He looked up at me with a calm, slightly amused expression.

“Morning,” he said casually, in my voice.

The mid-morning sun blazed over the Springfield college campus on a Sunday morning. Just off the main road, on a winding side street stood the well worn home of the Omega X Phi boys. A towering construction with multiple towers hanging on a wraparound porch. Three stories tall, whitewashed wood covering every wall. Multiple 20 something men were passed out on the front lawn from last night's rager.

A sharp knocking sound rang as a hand rapped the brass Greek letter knocker. The sound grew louder and more incessant when no one came to the door. Finally a hunky freshman by the name of Terence roused himself from his spot on the foyer. He stumbled upstairs, opening and closing the doors till he found the fraternity president. Johnathan or JB was sound asleep, sandwiched between a busty blonde girl and a bodybuilder type guy. Terence shook him awake.

“Yo, like, someone’s at the door. Think it’s some kinda narcs, bro.”

JB blinked awake, trying to calm his jittery brother. “Hey it’s fine, let’s go see what this about.”

He carefully climbed out of bed and gestured for Terence to follow him. As they climbed down the stairs JB kicked two other frat members awake. Chad and Kip, both recent additions to Omega X Phi. They opened the door, squinting in the bright light that helped their hangovers very little. 

Standing on the chipped wood of the porch, from left to right stood a varied and disgruntled group. First was the young athletic coach of the girls sports team, none of the hungover males could recall what sport. But who really cared about women’s sports anyway?  Besides her looking like the total opposite of the coach was a middle aged southern woman. Her hair clearly dyed to keep away the gray and her yellow blouse cut perfectly to her figure. Three more people stood huddled together, two willowly young men, a little too young to be on a college campus. They had both been dragged by the older girl in front of them, she was clearly in charge of them by the way they looked at her, a mixture of fear and respect. She had a fierce expression on her face, at odds with her nerd girl outfit. The skinny dude on the end looked very uncomfortable to be around the others. He didn’t seem to have such an obvious dislike of the frat. All of them had come, however for the same reason, the rumors of the frat's “unorthodox” approach to recruiting, especially after it had been linked to several missing people. 

Now let me clear something up: Omega X Phi had a long slightly magical history. Since the founding in the late 80s the frat had been linked to numerous missing persons cases. But those people were never harmed, all of them turned out happier in the end. Not that anyone ever figured out the truth, to be a member was to be sworn to secrecy but to be given powers beyond comprehension. Not very creative thinkers, they just used these abilities to create more frat brothers. JB, the newest president had immediately hit the ground running, but it seemed the frats' activities hadn’t been as discreet as he would have liked. 

“Yo can I help you guys,” JB said as jovially as he could through his hangover. 

“Help! Help! You turned half of my team into guys, I barely have enough left to field a team!” Yelled the coach.

The mom next to her broke in “And my daughter was the captain, set to be on the national team. Now he’s chugging effing beers all night.”

“Ugh, who cares about dumb sports,” broke in the nerd girl. “I just want my genius boyfriend back.” 

She kicked the boys next to her in the shins till they squeaked out similar sentiments. “Yeah, give us back our big bro.” “Give him back, give him back” 

The guy on the left shuffled his feet, “I’m not with them, I just want… um, ya know.”

JB looked at the guys around him, his gaze loaded with words only his fellow bros understood. And simultaneously the bros picked a target and lunched forward, way too fast for a hangover.

“God, I’m way too drunk for this!”

JB grabbed a football off of one of the sagging chairs and tossed it to the coach. She caught it with one hand. 

“What the hell is this!” She snapped annoyed

But suddenly a surge of energy shot up her arm, her veins thickening. Muscles becoming massive and dense, and her frame broadening. Her height shot up, legs becoming long and thick, covered in a scattering of light hair. Her skin darkened and became a dark tan, as if she was outside daily. 

“W-what’s happe-ning tooo me,” she yelled through clenched teeth. Her voice deeper as her neck grew a sizable Adam’s Apple.

Her body continued to grow as she desperately tried to stop the changes. Her breast pushed back into her chest, leaving a smooth hard pectoral shelf. A small treasure trail grows on top of her already defined abs. Her hair began to ripple, sifting into a short spiked style. Her face broadened, becoming something distinctly male. She felt a strange feeling in her pants, reaching a hand unconsciously in. She freaked out upon feeling a small still-growing male prostrate. 

“What- is this a…?” She trailed off

“A dick, yep,” JB chuckled. “Every football star needs one, how else are you supposed to fuck the cheerleaders.” 

“Football star?” She now sputtered as his changing hormones fueled a growing hornyness. 

He couldn’t help but touch his new dick as it grew erect, filling him with an unfamiliar pleasure. His school branded polo vanished as his shorts reformed into an old pair of blue sweatpants, long enough to benefit her new size. His feet grow to massive proportions, breaking free of his tennis shoes. 

A sharp pain rang through his head, as if a dozen hangovers had all hit at once. The pain so great he wasn’t aware as his mind was rewritten. Memories of growing up in a home of girls, advocating for female representation, and getting her dream coaching position replaced with flashes of growing up with a single dad who taught him how to throw his first football, playing varsity all through high school, and being accepted as the starting quarterback for Springfield College. His hormones changed as new desires coursed through his brain, the urge to run off the last nights partying, the scattered feeling of screwing the guy cheerleaders in the locker room. 

JB looked to his right to see Chad in a huge argument with his mother. 

“I’m a dude, mom. This is what I want, why can’t you just fucking accept that!”

“No, sweetie. They changed you, this isn’t what you want, you loved being a girl. Don’t you remember…” she said, her voice raising in high pitched panic. 

“No, I remember you dragging me along on shopping trips I didn’t want to go on, I remember you forcing me into sports. I don’t care what you think, this is what I want to be.”

Chad finished his winded speech with finality refusing to listen to the rest of his moms desperate pleas. 

“You’ll get it soon, ma,” He muttered.

Suddenly she stopped ranting and fell silent as she felt  a strange bout of nausea. And she too began to change.

Her transformation was quite different from the coach’s. She didn’t regress down at all, in fact she stayed the same middle age. Yet she seemed to become older due to her desperate attempts at staying young reversing. That couldn’t have been more clear as wrinkles began to come into existence on her face. Making her look older and more distinguished. Her hair began to darken, not graying dispite her age just turning her original brown. Her delicate manicured hands not escaping the change, they thickened into massive meaty mits. Years of labor making them broad and tough, her pink nails cracking off revealing bitten down nails at the end of stubby fingers. 

Her thin body began to grow at a rapid rate, her while body becoming enlarged with a both fat and dormant muscle. Her arms, legs, chest, and back growing to fit a lengthening bone structure. She could feel the change in strangth in her body, she rarely worked out and so the new found muscle was disorienting. She could feel the power with each muscle that grew, as she began to wobble with unfamiliar height.

Finally looking her middle age and feeling more comfortable in her skin then she had for years. Her body had become nearly double the size, packing on even more as time went on. Breasts already traded for hard earned chest muscles. Thighs touching from the thickness of both muscle and fat. His ass now far more soild, but still the same large size she had prided herself on. 

“Son.. stop this. Ugh.” She ground out, not even noticing the causal change of pronoun reference.

Chad just watched the transformation continue. A thick layer of body hair began to sprout in every visible place, which was quite a lot as her body had outgrown her former clothing. It spread down her legs and over her forearms. Coating her ass and rippled  abdomen. But her chest had the densest forest of manly fur growing out of it. As it happened her fomor nips become smaller and smaller, growing ever so slightly erect. Meanwhile the perfectly styled hair she’d kept since high school began receded all the way back into a tight crew cut followed by her nonexistent faical hairmbecoming a sparse mature beard. 

Finally the headache subsided, bringing forth the mental shift. The changes flooded her mind just as it had with the former coach and everything unnecessary vanished from existence. Detaching her from her former life completely before installing new wants, needs and goals into her brain. Forcing him to think like a man and think of herself as a man. As this new thought popped into his mind, a thick girthy manhood grew under a newly formed jockstarp. His brain forged newfound obsessions with drinking and american football that he couldn’t wait to indulge in. Filling his memory bank with endless amounts of dad jokes. Implanting an irresistible urge to work out enough to keep him thick and hot. And of course we can’t forget an insatiable desire for sex.

Chadwick sir blinked groggily, Chad grinned up at his dad.

“Told ya not to drink that much, you just can’t keep up with us young blood anymore.”

Terence on the other hand was being barraded by his former girlfriend and brothers.

“Baby, this isn’t you, please come back.” She begged through tears, the brothers echoed her sentiments.

“Just be smart again, big bro.”

“Yeah, we miss our bro.”

Terence rubbed his hands through his messy brown curls. “Look, I don’t need a girlfriend anymore, ya know. And you bros are always welcome in my life, you know that.”

“No!!! You will not fag out on ME!” Terence’s ex screamed, making him lose any sense of regret for what he had to do. His brothers saw the change in his face and tried to shut her up to no anvil. 

They all felt a sudden drop in their stomachs and smelled something gross. It smelled like a mixture of old socks and moldy cheese. They wrinkled their noses as the stink invaded their minds. They recoiled but couldn’t help but sniff more, as if to discover the source of such a disgusting smell.

The transformation hit them like a lightning. First all of their bodies shot up, becoming the indentical height of exactly 6”. Next thing they felt was their chest shifting, her breasts vanished in favor of wide man nipples. Hard pectorals began to develop and punched their way unto place on chests. Beneath their clothing soild sets of washboard abs formed out of fat layers. Under said abs, the girls transformation took on a slightly different form then the boys, as her vingia reformed into a average sized disk weighed down by usually large testicles. 

Their legs also began to change, making them steadier in thier changing bodies. One of the boys made a slight gasping noise as his quads began to tense into solid muscle, perfect for the running they’d be doing every day. As soon as their thighs were done blowing up, their calves followed. Expanding with solid muscle on top of more muscle. She felt her butt flatten slightly to match the other two’s smaller asses. Their arm’s transformation mirrored the rest of their bodies. Years worth of muscle work pumped into thier arms, their biceps and triceps expanding to melon like proportions. Their hands expanding to become a natural size for gripping a beer or dabbing up. 

Once their hands had reached full size their feet’s changes kicked into high gear.  They could feel them expanding, toes becoming little meaty sausages, until their shoes collapsed form the pressure. Revealing massive stompers, thick with vain and muscle. 

“Ya know, maybe it’d be, like, cool to join the frat.” One of Terence’s brothers remarked. 

The others two tried to speak but couldn’t through the thickness in their expanding throut. All of them moaning deeply and sniffing desperately at this point, trying to inhale as much of that glorious stink as possible. By the time their necks reach maximum thickness they sounded like the deep tones of masculine jocks. Till this point thier transformations had been almost identical, now’s as the changes spread to their necks they began to diverge in appearance. 

The girlfriend’s head began to stretch longer and thicker. Her hair began to turn blond, her tight bun just vanishing completely. Her remaining hair fluffing out the sides and growing out on top. As soon as it stopped growing, a hat plopped unto her head. One of the boys felt his cheekbones move up and his chin pushing down, causing his cheeks to suck themselves in. The remaining brother’s nose shrank a slightly and both of thier lips grew a little wider. Both of the boys kept their hair colors of blonde and brown respectively, but it was now styled in a more jockish style. All of thier eyes took on a dull glare, making thier resemblance to Terence even more apparent.

Their sniffing become even more intense as the origins of the smell slowly became apparent. They began to feel slightly itchy, looking down they realized a faint dusting of hair was coming in across their body. Heavily covering everything, arms, legs, chest, even in thier butts. The thickest places was the dense bushes on their gargantuan feet and the dense forest of armpit hair. Once the hair had stopped growing thier bodies began to produce the powerful musk. The small but mighty scatterings of body hair were currently stink factories working overtime. 

Terence laughed as he watched the now three boys desperately huffed each other. Tearing of each others clothing that reformed as quickly as it went. Their pants becomibg shirts in varying colors, black, green, and white. One gained a worn gray t-shirt, the fomor girl a sleeveless hoddie, giving the last, adorned in a mesh jersey, full access to his musky pits. Worn sneakers grow over thier massive feet and two gained a pair of sunglasses that made them look like the dochebags they had become. 

The more they greedily laped up each other scent, the more thier minds began to dull. Blankness becaming their default mood, Memories of family and high school began to disappear and respawn as memories of tons of friends, girlfriends, and secret relationships with other bros all perfect copies of each other. The fomor girlfriend’s memories of late night studying were now replaced with drunken homecoming bashes and late night bangs identical to his new brothers. All thier intellectual thoughts and ideas began to flow out of them, becoming a physical thing in the form of hypnotic musk. 4.0’s slowly became B’s, which dragged into C’s, and in turn dragged into barely even graduating. They remembered that dispite thier academic difficulties they where eagerly accepted on lacrosse scholarship. Making them able to enter collage at the same time as their big bro. Dispite the year difference, Terence had gotten held back twice and the triplets only once. 

The slim guy watched all this happen with excitement, and trembled with anticipation when Kip approached him, the gentle giant seaside nothing, instead raising his fist for the man to bump. 

Once there first touched, an explosion of color flooded the man’s vision. His body spasmed as his frame shot up to the sky, broad shoulders and long legs making him a massive 6,3”. muscle flooded into his new body. Rippling muscle twisted on his arms, in which plump vains swelled. Biceps and triceps gaining a powerful new roundness, ending in long fingered hands, also swelled thick with vains. Thick pectorals grew like balloons  his chest. Defined muscluler abs appearing out of thin air, leading teasingly down below. 

Speaking of down below, his formerly small member swelled to easily 8”. Hair growing over a heavy balls sack, the tests filling with testosterone and sperm. The growth continued down his legs. His thighs swelling as large as beer kegs, so large they rubbed against each other.  Spreading down, his calves bulked with soild muscle. And his feet expanding, becoming massive and sweaty. Filling with vein too, his feet stopped growing around a size 16. 

“Yessss, bye bye skinny boo.” He yelled as his transformation continued. 

His face began to change, gaining classically handsome features. A sharp jawline, proud nose, puffy lips, and natural bedroom eyes. His buzz cut grew out into effortlessly messy fringe, making him look like a tic-tok wanna be. Covered quickly by a backwards baseball cap. His black hoddie and sweats reshaped, becoming a tight fitting gray tank top and black shorts showing off the slight hair on his muscular legs. To complete the physical change, he flelt a slight weight on his neck in the form of a thick silver chain and a matching bracelet. 

He felt his brain fog over, years of low self esteem and social isolation replaced by partying all night and fucking long into the morning. He felt his strangth of mind replaced by strangth of body. As if all his smarts and awareness had been transmuted into physical form. Details filled in the blanks, growing up in an athletic family, coming out as gay at a young age, and fulfilling his life long dream of becoming a frat boy freshmen year. Once the final changes clicked in place, a hysterical smile grew on his lips. 

“Hello, big dick frat boi bf!”

JB looked around at the new frat brothers around him. The quarterback started to talk excitedly to him.

“I’m going to need way more bros for the team. Got, like, lots of ideas bro.” He said. 

Chad was trying to get his hungover father into the frat house. Muttering curses under his breath for not making his mom into a younger brother like Terence. Terence stood, however, dealing with his own issues.

“We’re so fuckin hot now, bros,” one of the triplets remarked.

“I’m obviously the hotest tho’,” another muttered.

“Hey,” yelled the last, “it’s me,”.

“You dudes are hopeless. Legit, y’all are identical.” Terence said, exasperated beyond belief.

As the day went on the new bros began to fade into the rhythm of the fraternity. That night they huddled on the roof, drunk, watching the sun set over the collage campus. Sending a clear message into the ether, Omega X Phi would never go fucking down, bro.

30 days before annual Ashworth Math Competition

First week..

Sitting at his table, Leo was looking over the package that arrived earlier this morning. It came from a scammy site that promised to help him with his problems. It was a small package of powder that was supposed to slow cognitive abilities of whoever took it. The best part? It was undetectable, and by the end of the month, irreversible. Although Leo didn't really think it would work, he was desperate and desperate people do... Whatever it takes to win.

Ren, his roommate was the only obstacle standing between Leo and the Ashworth Scholarship. Full tuition, a stipend, and a guaranteed spot in the graduate program... The only issue was that there could only be one winner. The mathematics department would make their final decision based on the upcoming regional competition, and Leo knew, with the cold certainty, that Ren was better. Not by much. But enough.

Ren had that thing Leo lacked - genuine brilliance. Numbers sang to Ren. He didn't just solve problems; he understood them. Leo had to grind, to bleed, to sacrifice sleep and social life and anything resembling normal human existence just to stay neck and neck with someone who doodled fractals in the margins of his notes for fun.

It wasn't fair.

Thankfully, Leo seemingly found a solution. Even if it would just give Ren headache, he would be happy. Now, the side effects were listed in small print: Increased muscle density, heightened testosterone production, and some other. Unfortunately for a math genius he didn't bother too much to read everything a site had to offer as he was blinded by his wish to win...

Ren was already in the kitchen when Leo emerged from his room, feigning casualness. The dorm's shared space was small but functional: a mini-fridge, a microwave, a single counter that Ren was currently leaning against as he stirred instant noodles in a bowl.

"Morning" Ren said, his voice still raspy with sleep. He was tall, six feet even, with the hunched posture that made him look a bit smaller than he actually was. His dark hair was a mess, his glasses slightly crooked. He wore a threadbare t-shirt with a Star Wars reference "You're up early." Ren added

"Couldn't sleep," Leo said, which was true enough. "I was thinking about that equation we were trying to solve yesterday..."

"Tell me about it." Ren yawned, his jaw cracking. "I've got this theorem stuck in my head. It's like a song on repeat. I was dreaming about it."

Leo's jaw tightened. Of course he was. "Coffee?" He said with a soft smile

"God, yes." Ren said unsuspicious, simply craving a drink right now.

This was the moment. Leo moved to the counter, his back to Ren, and poured two mugs from the pot he'd brewed minutes earlier. The powder was already in his palm, a fine white dust that looked exactly like sugar. He tipped it into Ren's mug, stirred it once, and watched it dissolve completely. 'I hope this works...'

He handed Ren the coffee. Their fingers brushed. Ren smiled, genuinely, warmly, the smile of someone who considered Leo a friend. "Thanks, man. You're a lifesaver."

"Don't mention it," Leo said, dismissing it with his hand, as he watched Ren drink with a smirk crawling up his face...

And to his luck... The first signs came within few days

Leo had spent the day in the library, running through practice problems until his eyes burned. When he returned to the dorm, Ren was at his desk, staring at his laptop with an expression of mild confusion.

"You okay?" Leo asked, hanging his bag on the back of his chair.

"Yeah, just... I don't know. Feel weird." Ren rolled his shoulders "Like, sore. But I didn't work out or anything." He added standing up a bit to stretch.

Leo's pulse quickened... Was it already working? "Maybe you're coming down with something." He said trying to hide a smile as he thought of possibilities

"Maybe." Ren stretched his arms overhead, and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of his stomach. Leo frowned. Was it his imagination, or did Sam's midsection look... tighter? Less soft?

"You been eating differently?" Leo asked, keeping his voice neutral, unsure if the powder could react so fast or was his imagination playing tricks on him...

Ren shrugged. "Just been hungrier than usual. I destroyed a whole pizza at lunch. Didn't even feel full." He laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "Weird, right?"

"Nothing weird about it. You were just really hungry probably" Leo said dismissing Ren's concerns.

By end of the week, Ren had stopped wearing shirts in the dorm.

Leo walked in from a late study session to find his roommate sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, a sheen of sweat on his body despite the air conditioning being cranked to maximum. The change was undeniable now. Sam's chest, which had been flat and undefined a few days ago, now sported the faint outline of pectorals. His shoulders looked broader, straining the straps of his backpack when he bothered to carry one.

"Dude, I don't know what's happening to me," Ren said, not looking away from the TV. He was watching a mixed martial arts fight, something Leo had never seen him do before. "I went for a run this morning. Just felt like it. And I ran like, four miles. Didn't even get tired."

"That's... good?" Leo offered, not wishing to raise suspicion. "Means you are in good shape..."

"It's weird." Ren finally turned to look at him, and Leo felt his stomach drop. There was something different about Ren's face. His jaw seemed squarer, his brow heavier, his eyes somehow... sharper. Did he know something?

"I tried to study today. Sat down with my notes and just... couldn't. The numbers looked like gibberish."

Leo manufactured a concerned expression, still trying to play a role of a supportive best friend. "Stress, probably. We've been pushing hard."

"Yeah." Ren scratched his chest absently, the motion drawing attention to the new definition there. "Maybe." He sniffed his armpit and made a face. "God, I reek. I've been sweating nonstop. It's like my body's on overdrive."

"Shower might help."

"Yeah, maybe in a minute." Ren's attention drifted back to the fight. One fighter had the other in a chokehold, muscles bulging, sweat flying. Ren leaned forward, his eyes bright with an interest "This is actually pretty sick. You ever watch this stuff?"

"No." Leo replied in an instant, not even remotely interested

"You should. It's way better than I thought." Ren flexed his arm unconsciously, watching the bicep rise. "I kinda want to try it. MMA, I mean. Or maybe just hitting the gym. I feel like I've got all this... energy."

Leo sat down at his desk, pretending to open a textbook. His heart was hammering. Were these signs of mental decline... Or just a new interest he picked up...

Second week

Leo was woken by a crash. He bolted upright, disoriented, to find Ren standing in the middle of the room, staring at a broken lamp on the floor.

"What happened?" Leo asked.

"I don't know." Ren's voice was deeper. Noticeably deeper. A rumble rather than the soft tenor he had a week ago. "I reached for it and just... knocked it over. I didn't even touch it hard."

He bent to pick up the pieces, and the seams of his t-shirt gave way with a long, slow tearing sound. The fabric split down the back, exposing a landscape of new muscle - trapezius muscles climbing his neck, lats flaring out to create a V-shape that hadn't existed before, it was... Magnificent.

Ren straightened, holding the ruined shirt in one hand. He stared at it, then at his body, then at Leo.

"What the fuck is happening to me?"

There was fear in his voice. Real, genuine fear. For a moment, Leo felt a stab of something like guilt. This was Ren. His roommate. His friend, even, before the scholarship had poisoned everything between them. But then Leo remembered the Ashworth. The future. The tuition.

"I don't know," he said. "But whatever it is, it's good, no?"

"Maybe." Ren was still looking at his own body, flexing his hands, watching himself in the mirror . "But... I don't know. I do feel kind of... good? Like, really good. Strong. I did push-ups this morning. It felt really nice to be active. You should try it sometime " Ren grinned, and even his grin was different too. Cockier. "Didn't even break a sweat. Although... I'm always kinda sweating now. But you know what I mean, bro"

He tossed the ruined shirt aside and walked to the bathroom, his chest wider, his feet landing heavier. Leo watched him go, noting the way his thighs seemed thicker, the way his boxers were straining across ass that had definitely grown.

The powder wasn't just working. It was exceeding expectations. If things went accordingly to plan... He was sure to get that scholarship~

Third week

Ren had stopped going to classes. It started with sleeping in. Then it was "I'll catch up later." Then it was silence, an unspoken acknowledgment that catching up was no longer possible. The textbooks sat untouched on his desk, gathering dust. His laptop stayed closed. Instead, Ren went to the gym.

He'd joined on a whim, wandering into the campus fitness center after a morning run and deciding to "try some lifts." From the first session, he was hooked. He came back that day with a manic light in his eyes, babbling about "the pump" and "feeling the burn" and a dozen other phrases that sounded like a foreign language coming from his mouth.

"Bro, you gotta come with me," he said, dropping his gym bag on the floor with a heavy thud. "It's insane. I bench-pressed like, two plates. First try. People were staring."

"Two plates?" Leo didn't know what that meant, but it sounded impressive.

"Two-twenty-five." Sam grinned, flexing his arm. The bicep rose like a softball, veins snaking across the surface. In two weeks, he'd gone from a soft-bodied academic to someone who looked like he'd been lifting for years. How was it even possible? What even was in that power... "Coach came up to me after. Asked if I played football in high school. I told him I was on the chess team and he couldn't believe it!" He laughed, a booming sound that filled the room. Leo forced himself to laugh along. "The chess team. Can you imagine this" Ren said pointing at himself "On a chess team. I bet my opponent would give up on sight due fear" Ren shook his head, the motion slower than it used to be.

Leo was looking. It was impossible not to look. Ren had grown. Not just muscle; height. He'd been eye level with Leo two weeks ago... A bit taller. Now Leo had to tilt his head up slightly to meet his eyes. The doorframes were becoming a hazard. And Leo only came up to his chest...

"Speaking of chess," Leo ventured, "we should probably review for the competition. It's in two weeks. The Ashworth is riding on it." He said testing the waters

Ren's face went blank. The word "Ashworth" seemed to register, then fade, like a stone dropped into deep water. "Right. The scholarship thing." He scratched his jaw, which now sported permanent stubble, the hair coming in thicker and darker than before. "Honestly, bro, I don't know if that's my thing anymore."

"What?" Leo's voice came out sharper than intended. He was honestly surprised there for a second "Ren, you've been working toward this for three years." Leo didn't even know why he said that. Perhaps he felt guilty about this whole situation... Did he go to far? Perhaps there was time to reverse the changes after competition.

"Yeah, but..." He struggled, visibly, to form the thought. "Math just doesn't... click anymore, you know? It's like trying to read a language I forgot. When I'm lifting, everything makes sense. The weight goes up, the weight goes down. Simple. Math's all..." He waved a hand vaguely. "Fuzzy."

Fuzzy. The word echoed in Leo's mind. He was definitely getting dumber... Ren's brain was literally being rewired to prioritize physical prowess over intellectual capability.

"Well," Leo said carefully, "if you aren't interested, perhaps you should not come. No use in just taking space among nerds there"

"Yeah, nerds" Ren's smirked "I'm better off not being there, spending time on something more important" He clapped Leo on the shoulder, and the force of it nearly knocked him off his chair. "You're smart, bro. Always thinking. That's why I keep you around."

Keep you around. Not "that's why we're friends." The phrasing was hierarchical now. Dominant and subordinate. Jock and his nerd.

The next evening, Ren brought a girl back to the dorm.

Leo had never seen Ren with a girl before. The old Ren was too shy, too awkward, too lost in his own head to even attempt flirting. Not to mention gay. But this new Ren, the one who walked with his chest puffed out and his shoulders back, apparently had no such difficulties.

Her name was Tiffany, a blonde cheerleader with eyes that never left Ren's body. Leo sat at his desk, trying to study, while he heard sounds coming from Ren's room. He stared at his textbook, the symbols blurring. He could hear them kissing, the wet sounds amplified in the small room. He could smell Ren's cologne, something cheap and musky that he'd bought at the campus store. He could feel the vibration through the floor as Ren shifted his weight...

"God, you're huge," Tiffany whispered.

"All natural, babe."

Leo's stomach turned. his was only a start of the night of loud moans and whimpers had just began... How much stamina did Ren have now?

Fourth week

By the start of week four, the old Ren was dead.

Leo knew this with absolute certainty the moment he woke to find his textbooks dumped on the floor, replaced on his desk by a pair of massive, sweat-stained sneakers. Size sixteen. They reeked of the gym and locker rooms.

"Sorry, bro." Ren's voice rumbled from the living room, completely unapologetic, as Leo went to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Needed somewhere to put 'em. Your desk was empty."

Leo turned. Ren was sprawled on couch that now seemed comically small beneath his frame, wearing nothing but a jockstrap that struggled to contain its contents. His body was a masterpiece of excess… shoulders like boulders, pecs thick that were probably bigger than most women's boobs, abs carved so deep they looked like a washboard. His thighs spread wide, taking up space, legs wide as tree trunks. He was easily 6'5" now, maybe taller, and every inch of him oozed that salty musk…

"My textbooks were there," Leo said quietly.

"Were they?" Ren didn't look up from his phone. "Didn't notice. Hey, you gonna eat that?" He gestured at Leo's untouched breakfast, a bowl of oatmeal.

"I was planning to."

"I'm fucking starving, dude. Be a bro." It wasn't a question.

Leo watched Ren consume his breakfast in four massive bites, oatmeal dripping down his chin. When he finished, he tossed the bowl onto couch, leaving a smear of saliva and oats on the sheets.

"Clean that up, yeah? Thanks." He said without even looking at it, Leo cleaned it, not wanting to argue...

But definitely the worst part was the smell.

Ren's body now produced a constant, pungent musk that saturated everything. The dorm reeked of it. A thick, masculine odor of sweat and hormones and something else, something almost chemical. Leo would come back from class and gag on the air. His clothes absorbed the smell. His bedsheets. His hair. So they both lived in Ren's stench, a constant reminder of who owned the space.

Arguably the only thing worse than smell would be the noises. Ren's libido had become monstrous. When he couldn't find a girl, which was rare, but happened, he would handle himself with a complete lack of shame. The wet, rhythmic sounds filling the dorm at all hours. Leo would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep while listening to moans coming from Ren's room.

"Bro." Ren's voice cut through the darkness one night, rough and commanding. "Bro, come here"

Leo mumbled from his room. "What?"

"You heard me. Get over here."

"I'm trying to sleep."

A low, humorless laugh. "I don't care. I got a problem and my hand's not cutting it tonight. You're gonna help so I can get to bed too. I have practice tomorrow"

"Ren, I don't-"

The lights flicked on. Ren was standing beside Leo's bed, completely naked. And between his legs, jutting upward was something that made Leo's mind go blank with terror. The powder had changed everything. Ren’s dick was enormous, grotesquely, almost comically endowed, thick as Leo's forearm and pulsing with visible need.

"You see this?" Ren gestured at himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "How am I supposed to sleep with this thing asking to be fed? It's so hungry bro.."

Leo's heart stopped. "What?"

Ren casually wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly "And now you're gonna help me. Like good roommates do.. Get on your knees."

"Ren, this is insane. I'm not-"

"Did I ask?" The smirk vanished. Ren's face hardened into something cold and cruel. "I said get on your fucking knees bitch"

Leo's body moved before his brain could catch up. Fear was a powerful motivator. He slid off his bed and approached, trembling, his eyes fixed anywhere but the massive thing Ren was stroking.

"Good boy." Ren's voice was a low, approving rumble. "Knew you'd see it my way."

Leo knelt on the cold floor, his mind screaming at him to run, to fight, to do anything but what he was about to do. But his body wouldn't obey. Ren loomed over him like a skyscraper, blocking out the ceiling light, casting him in shadow as all Leo could see when he looked up was a shelf of pecs that blocked his view of Ren's face. Maybe for the best. The smell was overwhelming this close… musk and sweat and something primal that made Leo's head swim.

"Open up," Ren commanded, one massive hand gripping the back of Leo's head. "Don't make this weird. A mouth's a mouth. It's not gay if you don't think about it. And don't you dare use teeth. Else" he said squeezing Leo's back, just enough to send a message. “You already know what'll happen”

But you used to be gay, Leo thought. You had a boyfriend sophomore year. You cried when he transferred schools. But that part of Ren doesn't exist anymore. Ren's existence had been erased and replaced with this towering, aggressive, painfully stupid alpha who viewed Leo as nothing more than a convenient hole.

"Come on, bro. I don't got all night." Ren's grip tightened in Leo's hair, pulling his face forward. "I told you I had practice tomorrow morning, I need to be rested. So you better suck on it like your life depends on it and be honored you are even allowed to touch my cock"

Honored. The word was so absurd Leo almost laughed. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Ren pull him in as he choked on the massive thing, barely fitting it into his mouth while not to start crying.

Afterward, he spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, brushing his teeth until his gums bled, scrubbing his face, trying to erase the taste and the shame. When he emerged, Ren was already asleep, sprawled on his back, still naked, still half hard somehow with his dick still leaking small amounts of cum over his sheets.

Leo barely slept that night. He laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Ren's breathing. His jaw ached. His pride was in tatters. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered: You did this. This is your monster.

The next morning, Leo tried to assert some fragment of normalcy. "The competition is Saturday," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to prepare. I need quiet."

Ren was doing push-ups on the floor, one-armed, his free hand scrolling through his phone. He didn't look up. "Cool, bro. Have fun with your nerd party."

"It's not a party. It's a mathematics competition. The Ashworth Scholarship is-"

"Yeah, yeah, free money. You said." Ren switched arms, his bicep bulging obscenely. "You know what else is free money? My scholarship. Coach talked to me again. They wanna give me a full ride. Football. Coach says I'm 'a natural talent.'"

Leo's stomach dropped as he repeated "Football scholarship?"

"Hell yeah. Gonna be the star player. Coach say I'm the biggest guy he's ever seen walk onto the field. And I'm still growing." Ren stood up, stretching, and Leo watched in horrified fascination as his lats flared out like wings. "They're gonna pay me to smash people. Best deal. Ever." He grabbed his gym bag and headed for the door, ducking slightly to avoid hitting his head on the frame. Before he left, he paused, looking back at Leo.

"Hey, bro? Clean up a bit while I'm gone. This place smells like a nerd died in here."

The door slammed. Leo stood alone in the silence, surrounded by the wreckage of his plan.

Friday night. Twelve hours until a competition.

Leo was at his desk, reviewing his notes one final time. The equations were solid in his mind. If he could just get through tomorrow, just show up and perform, the Ashworth was his. Ren was no longer a threat. Ren couldn't solve a basic algebra problem anymore. The scholarship was Leo's by default.

"Bro."

Leo didn't turn around. "What?"

"Got a problem."

"You always have a problem. Handle it yourself."

A low chuckle. "Feisty tonight. I like that." The floorboards creaked as Ren approached. "But here's the thing. I already handled myself three times today and it's not enough.” Ren's hands landed on Leo's shoulders, massive and heavy, kneading the muscle with casual ownership. "Tiffany's out of town. Some cheerleading thing. So it's just us tonight, bro. Lucky you."

"I'm studying." Leo replied trying to get Ren off his back

"You're always studying." Ren spun Leo's chair around, forcing eye contact. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna do what you did the other night. Then you're gonna do it again. And again. And again. Because I said so."

"No." The word came out before Leo could stop it. "I have the competition tomorrow. I need to sleep. You can't just-"

"Can't just what?" Ren's voice dropped, the playfulness vanishing. "Can't just what, bro? Say it."

Leo's throat closed. He stared up at the monster he'd created, at the thick neck and the square jaw and the eyes that held no recognition, no friendship, no mercy. This wasn't Ren. This was something else wearing Ren's skin.

"You think you're better than me?" Ren leaned down, his face inches from Leo's. "You think your little math contest matters? It doesn't. You know what matters? This." He flexed his arm, the bicep rising like a mountain. "Power. Strength. The only things that actually count in this world. You're smart, bro, but you're weak. And weak people serve strong people. That's just nature."

"I'm not your servant."

"No." Ren grinned. "You're my roommate. Which is even better. You can't leave. You can't escape. You're stuck here with me, and I'm gonna keep getting bigger and stronger and hornier, and you're gonna keep helping me out. Forever. Sound good?"

Leo didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was too tight, his eyes burning with tears he refused to shed.

"Good talk." Ren straightened up, his shadow swallowing Leo whole. "Now. Knees. We're gonna be here a while." He said... And truly, by the time they were done, Leo lost count how many times did Ren cum into his mouth, but before passing out, he could swear he saw a sunrise.

Day of the Competition

Leo's alarms didn't go off.

He woke at 10:47 AM, gasping, disoriented, the morning light slicing through the blinds. The competition had started at 9:00 AM sharp. Registration closed at 8:30. He had slept through all of it... slept through his alarm, through his backup alarm, through the third alarm he'd set on his phone.

He grabbed his phone. The alarms were all disabled. Every single one. And there, in the notification history, a message he hadn't sent:

"I can't make it. I'm withdrawing from the competition. Sorry for the late notice."

"No" he breathed. "No, no, no-"

"Morning, bro." Ren said casually with a smirk

Leo whipped around. Ren was sitting on the edge of his bed, already awake, already dressed in gym clothes, a protein shake in his massive hand. He looked... content. Satisfied.

"You," Leo whispered. "You turned off my alarms."

"Did I?" Ren took a long sip of his shake, unbothered. "Must've been an accident. Your phone was making noise while you were asleep. Figured you needed the rest."

"You sent that message."

"Which message?" Ren's grin was a knife. "The one where you quit? Yeah. I helped you out with that. You were really stressed and tired last night after I was done with you. Said you didn't even wanna go. So I made it easy for you."

Leo launched himself off the bed, fury overriding reason. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The Ashworth was my only chance! My entire future was riding on that competition! You've ruined everything!"

He was pounding on Ren's chest with both fists, his blows utterly useless against the wall of muscle. Ren didn't even flinch. He just looked down at Leo with something between amusement and pity.

"You done?" The giant smirked

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" Leo shouted

"Yeah, I know." Ren grabbed Leo's wrists with one hand, effortlessly restraining him. "But here's the thing, bro. You're not going anywhere. You missed your nerd party. You're stuck here. With me." He pulled Leo closer, his breath hot and sour against his face. "So you might as well make yourself useful again, I can't go into gym with a morning wood"

"Let me go." Leo tried resisting, but it was all for nothing.

"After you are done with your job. Oh and don't worry. Coach called. It's official, I got the sports scholarship. Full ride. They're announcing it Monday. I'm gonna be a star, bro. A legend. You should be happy at least one of us gets a scholarship." He released Leo's wrists, shoving him backward onto his own bed. "And if you don't want to end up on the street, I suggest you start taking very good care of me. Every day. Because that's what good roommates do."

Leo sat on the edge of his bed, defeated, hollowed out, as Ren stood and stretched, his massive body blocking out the sun.

"Life's pretty good, you know?" Ren said, almost to himself. "Got the scholarship. Got the girls. Got you to handle the rest. What else could a guy need?" He laughed, taking out his dick in front of Leo's face and smacking him with it. "Open wide roomie" he said showing that monster inside Leo's mouth.

But Leo didn't protest or cry... he was too broken to feel anything as he sucked Ren's dick to the best of his abilities, chocking and gagging on it as Ren pushed into Leo's throat, not caring if the other boy could breathe or not. Everything was going so well... He was so close to getting that scholarship and now... Now he was stuck as Ren's cum dump... Forced to do whatever his roommate wanted if he wished to even get a penny and pay his school year...

CUM

(A requested story)

In the public restroom, I was taking a leak in a urinal. A straight frat bro went to my left to take a leak too. Out of nowhere he flips out, "Did you look at my dick?" He demanded to know in a panic.

"No. I always keep to myself? Just maybe you should do the same." The frat bro's face goes red. He stormed out without even washing his hands.

Then in the middle of the night at 1:00 AM, I was abducted from my college dorm room. Tied up and my mouth covered. I awoke to Frat bros doing some sort of hazing ritual.

The frat leader walked in and declared my reason for being here, "I am Simon the wizard and tonight my fellow straight bros, you will be tested against the mental might of a single gay man's pride. Our newest and definingly straight frat member Clay will do the honors of trying to overpower his will within his own body."

Clay walked in, "Don't worry, Simon. He's no match for my masculinity and and my mind to body connection."

The wizard Simon just threw my consciousness, my soul into Clay's body. I looked down and said, "fuck, this twunk is ripped." And I felt the new package harden...

Clay himself felt great rage against me, "This is my body! Get out, I'm better than this gay guy!!!"

The wizard Simon gave some advice, "True pride is not thinking you're better or about arrogance. It's about self certainty in your own capabilities."

And I responded using Clay's voice, "I think I'm feeling pretty capable." I just relaxed and moved my body, while Clay's mind sunk like quicksand into a sleepy coma.

Simon smiled and flirted, "yeah, indeed you are pretty and nearly one of us. We are all gays in possession of super straight men. Clay needed his straight body filled with a gay spirit like yourself. Welcome to the club, Clay!" He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Later, Simon asked me out on a date. I said "Yes, I would love to fu- I mean go on a date with you!"

"Since you're so horny, Clay... let me show something the frat did last week. But promise to save yourself for me later. Here..."

Simon explained, "This was the last possession ritual before yours. We called him Bubble Butt Brian when he started moaning by our obsessive touching of his ass. It was a virgin straight ass until that day."

I covered my dick. It was fully hard, but haven't the time to see it in it's full glory yet. I pulled my jeans away from my waist and it must be around 7 inches and 6 inches of pure girth...

Simon watched me, "Remember no jacking off. I want to be your first sexy experience in your new life." He licked his lips and grabbed ahold on my dick and added pressure to his grip. "Just hold on until after we eat. Fucking while hungry could reduce pleasure. Now, let's go do our date in the arcade."

I saw him having fun, but secretly I think he was trying to turn me on at every turn by acting promiscuous in regards to showing off his body to me. He looked at me with an enchanted aura in his eyes, "How do I look? Hot enough to ride a different bike?" He laughed in a quiet manner.

We had a awesome date. Did everything we wanted until we got back to the frat house. And while we were still in the car...

He put curtains around the windows. He kissed me. Putting his hand down my jeans and used the other to put the seat all the way back. Breathtaking and breathless soon after. He rode my new dick for the first time. Right after which, I rode his 9 inch dick, in which moments my heart was his prisoner and him, my warden.

We announced to the frat of our decision to become a couple. But we still have to pretend to be our straight hosts as to not arouse suspicion. They're giving me training on how to be Clay the Frat bro.

1 week later.

Simon instructing me, "Say what we taught you."

"Dude. What the fuck. Get off my dick. I'm not about that, bro!"

Simon looked proud, "You're ready. Help the frat with our next straight frat bro when the time arrives." We finally went on another date night out, and man did I look like a catch- Maybe a little gay, but pink is just a color, not a sexuality. (Fun fact. In the early 20th century, blue was originally for girls, and pink for boys. But cultural changes happened)

Ready for my date with Simon. He says I need to loosen up and just have fun. Can't help but be gay and a perfectionist. People are starting to ask questions because I keep checking out Simon in public. He likes to punish me during sexy time for my incompetence.

For @makingrealalphas Ryan bit down into the pillow and did his best to stifle the pleasured yell building in his throat. Even if he had resigned himself to living his days out as some cock hungry power bottom, he still refused to debase himself by moaning like the slut he had become. In his wildest of dreams he never saw his life taking such a dramatic turn. That was the price of meddling with the forces of the universe, he had come to understand that much.  He had been angry for the longest time after the found the world before him warped and twisted into the reality it had become. He felt cheated. Was the world built on his very words and requests? Yes. But he had never actually meant to divulge his desires, and he certainly hadn’t meant for them to be interpreted in the way that they were. He had been a little apprehensive when his usual gym was taken over by some company he had never heard of. The Gilded Vessel was a strange name for a gym and struck Ryan’s mind as being more than a little on the fruity side. Still, he had been going to the gym for the past couple of years. It was equidistant between work and home, open twenty four seven and charged next to nothing, even after the takeover. He wasn’t about to go through the hassle of canceling his membership and finding a new place to get his pump on. In truth, not much seemed different with the changing of ownership apart from the name and the occasional twinky dude brought in by the new neon sign.

Ryan had gotten pretty good at ignoring the occasional flouncing faggot who strode their way in and out of the gym. A few of them would stay and leer long enough for him to start to recognize their faces, but for the most part, their stints were short lived. If he was being truly honest with himself, it absolutely pisssed him off that they went to the gym at all. The gym was supposed to be a place for manly guys to get their sweat on and improve their already manly bodies. It wasn’t a place for guys to check each other out or try and hook up in the steam room. Still they were few and far between, and the majority of the men at the gym remained macho and masculine. He hadn’t thought much of it when a particularly thick looking bro in a monogrammed “Trainer” shirt steeped up to him mid set. He had looked like such a regular, solid dude. The conversation had gone casually enough. He introduced himself as Curt and made some small talk about how Ryan was liking the gym and if he had any problems since the new management took over. Ryan had fully intended to just smile and nod and tell Curt that everything was fine, no complaints to be found. Even though Curt looked like a solid dude there was no way of telling just who was sensitive about the whole gay thing, and he didn’t want to stir up any drama. Whatever his intentions were, they melted away in an instant and Ryan found himself going full tilt into a rant about how the gym was supposed to remain a place for guys to be guys. The fruity name was only going to attract more of “them” to come in and leer. Much to his relief instead of looking offended Curt seemed to be genuinely sympathetic to his complaints, and motioned him to follow on over to his cubicle. Ryan didn’t realize it at the time, but he didn’t have a choice in following the bulging trainer back to his little work station. His fate had already been sealed. After some scrounging through his small desk and a few strokes of the pen Curt pushed a small slip of paper in front of Ryan. The slip bore the embossed logo for the Gilded Vessel, a lamp with smoke and stars pouring out of it. Below the logo the words “I want this to be a place for men to be men.” “Just sign here and it will be made official.” Boomed Curt in his deep baritone.The words had struck Ryan’s inner ear in a way that made the room shimmy and spin for an instant. Something about them was ephemeral and less solid than the rest of the world around the two of them. After a shake of his head to clear the otherworldly ether filling it, Ryan had reached forward and signed his name on the statement in gold ink, making it official. “Fuck dude, I’m gonna blow!” The deep moan and sudden flood of warmth within his ass pulled Ryan from his contemplation and back to the sweaty bedroom that was his current reality. Try as he might to maintain his manly dignity, Ryan found himself pulling his face from the pillow and letting out a loud groan. “Fuck I love you!” Moaned Ryan reveling at the surge of warmth in his ass. The sensation was too much for him to take, and his own cock to let loose its load onto the bedspread beneath him. His cheeks burned crimson, feeling a strange sense of overwhelming love and embarrassment. No matter how many times the two of them preformed the same song and dance it never failed to bring colour to his cheeks. With a flourish of sheets and a few quick grunts Ryan found himself laying on his side and looking into Todd’s eyes before going in for a slow, passionate kiss. Even though he had spent most of his life growing up with Todd, he felt as though he had never really seen him before the world changed in the most bizarre and wonderful way. It was as if he was seeing his bro for the first time, really seeing him. What were once just a pair of pecs with a light dusting of hair suddenly seemed as though they were the most perfect and beautifully sculpted slabs of muscle Ryan had ever seen his life. The wavy black hair that he often teased his friend about was now endearing and adorable. Ryan loved how each and every curl bounced ever so slightly when Todd smiled his perfect smile and let out his soft laugh.

(Sharing a TF I wrote for @reddarkfox222)

You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.

As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.

You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.

You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.

It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.

For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.

The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.

Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.

You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.

It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.

You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!

You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.

The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.

Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.

At least that’s what he called himself.

“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.

“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”

He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”

I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.

“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”

“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.

I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.

“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”

I met his eyes through the screen.

“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”

Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… serious?”

“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”

I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

---

The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.

“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”

We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.

When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.

On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.

“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”

I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”

As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.

“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.

“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.

I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

---

Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.

Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.

At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.

Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.

Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.

And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.

Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

This body was insatiable.

I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.

The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.

By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.

Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.

I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.

---

By day six, I was losing the battle.

After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.

The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.

There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.

I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.

The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.

It felt incredible.

The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.

That night I opened Grindr again.

---

After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.

I needed pussy.

Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.

I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.

I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.

The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:

“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.

The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”

Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:

“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”

I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.

“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”

I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.

---

I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.

One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.

We barely spoke.

I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.

The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.

“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.

I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.

“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.

A dark thrill shot through me.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.

“Sohil… oh my god—”

Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.

I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.

I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.

The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.

The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.

“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”

Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.

“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”

He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.

“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”

I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”

My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.

But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.

I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”

I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.

We could switch it all back… if only…

I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.

If only… what was I trying to do again?

The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.

“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.

"Dude. Stop asking. I won it fair and square. Go find another body to win. You shouldn't have offered your own body as collateral."

He walked away but then came back, "I really need it back, okay? And please stop doing only fans, and posting my dick online. It's not fair." He begged.

"Well, it's not your dick anymore, is it? It's mine." I groped my package in front of him. "All mine... I'm the new Oliver" the package straining against the cage of my blue jeans.

I never saw him again. I got a boyfriend a few weeks later after countless hooking up.

My boyfriend Aiden went missing for a couple days, and came back different. He kissed me. I didn't refuse as I was horny. I thrusted into him. He started to thrust his own heavy dick inside me. He kissed me during, and whispered, "I want my body back for your boyfriend's body in return.

I was rapidly moaning, 'Fuck. Fucking finish!" I felt his load fill up the bubble butt he so desperately wanted back.

We discussed everything in the shower, "Where's my real boyfriend?"

"Does it matter? Neither of us will downgrade. He's in the body a weak 23 year old twink. I won it after gambling for it. And managed to win again after challenging your lover here. His ego couldn't not be his downfall. Now, here I am. A body I don't mind inhabiting."

"I..." I froze.

He looked down at his former dick. 'I'd prefer to not pound to my own former assets everyday. Switch with me. And I will show you what that body can really do. I see you jacking off to your- my former reflection in the mirror. You'd love to get fucked by it."

"Okay. But I'm in charge." We went and got switched.

It was only 3 days inside my boyfriend's body before a man came knocking, a twink man with a charming face. He demanded that this body be returned. The rental company of body swapping known as Swap Shark, handed me a bill and placed my soul into that twink. And he left.

I became furious. I demanded the body back, "My boyfriend rented his body to you? How? why?"

He laughed, "He unknowingly signed a contract with Swap Shark for his body to be used by others for a period of 5 years for a lump sum of only 50k. He's trapped in the passenger seat while others drive him. Sorry for the deception."

"That's not right. This is criminal. I need to call someone." I yelled. Oliver in the original flesh, "I don't think so, I was given a great deal for tricking him. My body back for your boyfriend's body now being a money maker. Plus you get to be my beautiful submissive twink."

My new body felt less powerful. I was pretty. But no power in my muscles. "What are you going to do to me?" I gulped with shallow breaths.

"Get on the bed. The body you're using was already cleaned out for bottoming before arrival. And with this dick... that's all mine. You could say I beat the game, "Fair and Square". But maybe if you're a good twink, I'll let you rent out your boyfriend's body to use again. With big dicks comes big loads to carry." He patted his dick. And inserted it inside me from behind me.

Oliver ramming my hole making my dick leak, "You're just my type, a twink that can take a hit from my dick's extra large loads. Thanks for the body back. No more gambling away my precious body. You deserve a reward for taking such good care of it."

We went at it until my ass was overflowing. I swear the loads were never this big when that body was mine. It must respond differently to him. "I will have to hope he'll honor his promise to let me use Aiden's body. Better me than a stranger." I thought.

There was nothing fair or square about this. Swap Shark is nothing but a criminal organization of swap-body theft schemes.

My name is will and I’m a pretty free spirit guy who likes to have fun and make new friends, but there’s one particular guy who catches my attention the most at gym.

There was this guy named Tacitus who was tall, good looking and had a brilliant athlete physique, he tended to the gym daily lifting weights and high intensity cardio. He was a brilliant sight to behold and he stood out among people like gods among men, almost unreal. I found him pretty attractive so I attempted to find an opportunity to connect with him.

Every attempt to connect to him was like trying to find a needle in the hay stack, if you pick it up, you were risk also getting punctured by it. I tried connecting with him the way that most people do, such as waving at him when we locked eyes, when we went to shower I gave him a dab and said good workout and when he lifted weights I would ask him if he needed a spot thinking he might be more open if he believed I showed a bit of friendly concern for him.

Despite little results he seemed to be the strong silent type who was distant.

Eventually I came to the conclusion that he didn’t really think I was worth his time and this brought me a sense of animosity and envy.

So one day, I decided if I can’t connect with him, I’ll be him instead and possibly get to see the world in his perspective while I have fun with his body.

Now I have a special ability that allows me to shift my body into a spirit like form which allows me to enter the person to possess them, usually I use this ability for fun shenanigans, but for once I’ll use it as a social experiment, particularly being a hot introvert.

I waited till he finished his routine workouts which usually were in the morning and waiting till he was worn out which is when he would go in the sauna. When Tacitus was so distracted by his EarPods while laying down with eyes close, I saw my opportunity to take his hard working body by becoming a astral form and flew directly into his mouth at the moment he breath in.

For a moment he tried to resist despite being exhausted but I held the upper hand. After completely entering the body, I was in his stomach where I caused the already weakened body to contort causing muscle spasms as I situated causing feeling ecstasy as my possession cause my victims.

Once I locked in, I put my astral form into each limb as my cock went into his like a reverse fuck, which caused a erection in this body which may have been my excitement from being inside of him and position my head into his which caused him to black out and for me to take the wheel.

As soon as I came to, I immediately started feeling these muscles and removed his towel he had on to see his cock in full girth and his balls like the size of grapefruits. I then smelled his hairy pits which were sweaty and like the rest of his body was enough to set me on edge.

I then left the sauna to go and shower which allowed me to feel the sensation of warm water hit this sexy body as it with through the hair and ran down its skin.

Afterwards, I got his towel and dried off from head to toe and found his gym bag which I used to get his clean clothes to put on and his sweaty clothes to put in there place. When done, I went to the mirror to see this body from its own perspective which is when I felt a sudden shift in his thinking.

When I looked in the mirror, i started hearing his thoughts and could literally feel his mood shift in his body. I began to think to myself,

“How could someone with such a perfect body and appearance have such negative feelings.”

“The Day as Tacitus”

Afterwards, I left the gym and went about his daily routine which wasn’t hard to remember since I have access to his memories. When work was completed, I went to his home and showered before i went to bed. When I layed down, I found it hard to sleep, originally it was make mind playing today’s events over like a tap recorder and than a need for sexual release which is when I received a hard on. I attempted to go to sleep again, but the need for release kept me wide awake.

“Oh, well this is what the body wanted, I said as I proceeded to get his lotion set by him for this purpose and stroked Tac massive cock until load after load of cum came out like a faucet that wouldn’t stop dripping until it burst.

Afterwards I thought to myself,

“Damn, Tacitus body had a higher sex drive than most people and here I thought he was good at suppressing his sex drive. “Guess you only know a guy unless your deep inside of him.”

It was knee numbing when I orgasm in his body, I felt like I reach the next step of human evolution.

Damn he even organizes not only his sexy body but his sexual needs, that’s hot.

The morning came, Following his routine, I went to the gym, of course it wasn’t hard since his workout was muscle memory.

As I trained, I noticed how his mind also was very good at cognitive tunneling, so when he workout, that’s literally all he was lock into.

“I guess this is why he is not too socialable while training, his mind is lock in”, I’m lucky not to be a target in his shooting site”, I said.

After intense training, I went to the sauna to relax this body while laying down and when done I washed up and got dressed.

The night out as Tacitus

Today there wasn’t anything planned, so I decided to do what I wanted in his body which was to go out.

Tacitus is usually such an organized guy, but tonight he is gonna get down and chaotic with me to go to a gay bar, to see what I could pull off as him, seeing that a face as attractive as Tac should be shared with the world instead of behind door to a lonely mirror.

So I freshened up and changed to go to the bar to have a little fun.

When I arrived to the bar, I was amazed with all the attention I received and even heard other guys present talk about Tac about my looks. I proceeded to go to the bar table and asked for a drink and to my surprise, it was on the house. When I looked, I saw this hot guy who was sitting across from me who later came to sit next to me.

He said,

“So having a good time tonight”

Before I could speak, I begin to hear Tacitus thoughts speak, which almost hindered my actions saying things about how the guy next to me is attractive but filled with quiet anxiety, it almost couldn’t move. On the outside, I appeared composed and controlled but on the inside, it was like my world was on the verge of calamity with every thought that raced in my mind.

“My night is good”, I responded.

“Just one of those nights”

“What about you”

The man responded,

“Oh you, just completed a hard day at work.”

“Ohhh, and what type of work you do”, I said as to remove some of the spotlight off myself.

“Well I do work as one of the lead bosses of a construction company. I aid in planning and executing the construction of roads in most of Texas region, you know how the streets and roads are in need of repairs.”

“What about you, what your type of expertise, handsome” says the man.

“Oh, I’m just a police officer”, I said, “My job is basically to make sure people are safe and following the rules, that stuff.”

Oh, so I see why you have all those muscles, you must rarely have any trouble, says the man. Oh, how rude of me, my name is Simon by the way.

“My name is Tacitus, I said.

We had a conversation for well over a hour, as I talked, the mind thoughts of Tacitus relaxed if not became more vulnerable to Simon. Before I knew it, I was asking him to come over to Tacitus’s house to go further.

Once we got there, we couldn’t help but unleash the urge and passion that has build up all night. From drinking and talking came vulnerability and before I knew it, we were half dressed and making out.

Throughout the sex intimacy, I begin to take the lead in the sex encounter which I usually don’t do first when I possess other guys, I play the bottom role, the this introvert isn’t what he appears to be, nonetheless it never hurts to let your inner introvert out sometimes, ahaha.

Suddenly I began to lift Simon up and we continued to make out on our way to Tacitus’s room to start round 2.

Carrying him to the bed, I begin helping him take off his clothes both of us driving by the urge to fulfill our lust desperately. When all the clothes were removed, both of us were naked, able to fill each more than words can describe. I then turn him on his abdomen, pressing his ass cheeks with my hands to separate them as I feeling more daring and also guided Tacitus lust and passion begin eating this stud ass. Simon not being able to contain himself began to moan with pleasure.

After a while I stop and begin to put my hard cock into Simon’s glory hole and pressed my hands against his to the bed, bringing my head closer to his as if to desperately become one being.

I begin butt fucking the hell out of Simon as I thrusted in and out, increasing the pace until I reached the right rhythm. As I did this he proceeded to moan and cry as the pleasure was so much for him. Minutes passed and we both were reaching climax and couldn’t contain it which was when both of our muscle started tensing and our cocks ready the release as we proceeding bursting our loads at the same time as Simon became a cream filling for mine and his went all over the mattress, shooting out like a wild faucet going on and off as the edge diminished.

As the climax calm and clarity slowly returned, I thought to myself.

“I have to say I may have underestimated this shy boy, he’s more capable then he appears on the outside.

Fuckkkk me, this is what you wanted? Some 18 year old hung twunk? Ungh... god my body's so sensitive now. Fuck I feel so needy, I just want to ram my cock into your tight little bussy. Mmmmfuccckkk I'm still changing. My dick keeps getting longer, how fucking big do you want it whore? Holy shit these abs. Wow you're a fucking cunt, you have no idea what you're doing to me... unnngh holy fuck my feet are huge. Fuck let me fuck you please my dick can't take it anymore. I need to fill you up, i need to cum in you.

The heat was getting to Franco, as a construction worker he barely had any time to relax. Always on the next project, always on the move– his existence was exhausting. He had been in construction since he was old enough to get a job. 16 years old, but back then he just worked in reception. Now he was on the field and salaried, but that didn't mean he hated his life any less. He had not grown into a man that he hoped he would, despite being quite strong from the nearly 35 years of work he wasn't the most attractive. Facial features that didn't make the most sense, a soft non existent jaw, and teeth that were more than a few steps away from perfect. His body ached like hell constantly, tinnitus and back pain had been constants in his life for more than a decade. 

He stumbled into the small mobile breakroom, the AC his savior from the sweltering heat that only seemed to get hotter each year. He gulped down as much water as he possibly could as a younger guy, Tristan, watched him. Tristan tried to not show judgement, but his eyes betrayed him. He was a new hire, and in Franco’s eyes he was… okay. Franco seemed to not get along with any of the new people, especially Tristan. Although deep down he knew it was out of jealousy. Tristan; the fresh kind handsome face.