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Eddie was a 21-year-old American guy who had been living in Korea for a couple of days, His dream was to live in Korea since Eddie was a fan of Korean culture, Korean food, Korean music and everything that had to do with Korea, Today was already the 4th day since Eddie had arrived in Korea so today he wanted to go out and explore the big city, maybe eat some Kim-chi and who knows, maybe make some Korean friends.

Today was a warm and sunny Tuesday, Eddie got out of bed with a big smile, a great day awaited him today, he got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed his teeth and went to the closet to put on clothes, Since today was a warm day, he grabbed a brown shirt, some khaki pants, some tennis shoes and a sweatshirt, He grabbed his keys and left the apartment Ready to meet the great Seoul.

Since Eddie had not had breakfast out of excitement, he entered a restaurant, it seemed quite nice and had a good price, he approached the ordering counter while a Korean girl told him that he was going to order.

"Good morning! What would you like to order?" The girl said in English but with a Korean accent.

"I would like to order... A plate of Kim-chi" Eddie said as he smiled at her and took his money out of his wallet.

"Very good! A plate of Kim-chi on the way, while we prepare it I invite you to sit while your order arrives at your table"

And with those words Eddie sat down and waited for his order, it didn't take long for a Korean waiter to bring him his plate of Kim-chi.

"잘먹고 맛있게 드세요" (eat well and enjoy it) The Korean waiter said as he put down the plate and left, Eddie began to eat and drink a glass of water that he had ordered before his food arrived While Eddie ate, a Korean man sat at the same table where Eddie was. When Eddie looked at him, he could more or less calculate that he was about thirty years old.

"Hello, good morning, you are a foreigner, right?"

"Yes! In fact I arrived in Korea a couple of days ago, I am in love with the culture and the country"

"oh! Thank you for those words, as someone who was born in Korea I appreciate it very much, I'm Kim Minjae, a pleasure"

"Nice to meet you Minjae, I'm Eddie"

"And tell me Eddie, have you been to one of those Korean adult bars?"

"No... Not yet, but I've been told that there is a lot of fun in those types of clubs, I would love to go to one!" Eddie said as he finished his plate of Kim-chi and left some tip on the table.

"Today is your lucky day! Tonight we can go to one, would you like to go, you can see me as a friend who is inviting you to go, so you don't feel uncomfortable"

"I would love to go! Just tell me the time and give me the location."

"Very well, give me your cell phone, I will write down my phone number and at night I will send you the location, normally these types of clubs open at 11:00 at night, also... "They're hiring, maybe you could work there." Minjae said as she finished writing down her phone number on Eddie's cell phone. "Well Eddie, I have to go! See you at night" And with those words Minjae left the restaurant while Eddie smiled, he had just made a new friend and that made him happy.

Eddie left the restaurant and continued exploring Seoul, the hours passed and he had to go back to his apartment to get ready and meet Minjae at the nightclub, Eddie arrived at his apartment, took off his shoes, went to the bathroom and right there he got naked, got into the shower and began to bathe, He left the bathroom and while he was waiting for 11:00 p.m he lay down to read a book while listening to music, the hours passed and 11:00 at night arrived and with that his phone vibrated.

"Hello Eddie, I already sent you the location of the bar, I'm here, don't take too long to get there, the party is already starting"

Eddie got up from his bed and put on a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, some torn jeans and some shoes, he hurriedly grabbed his keys and left his apartment on his way to the club, Eddie was already arriving at the club and saw Minjae from afar and greeted him, he arrived and they left with a shake and a hug.

"I thought you wouldn't come" Minjae said.

"I had to come! I had a bit of a hard day and I would like to have some fun tonight" Eddie said excitedly, this was his first time in a nightclub, he had never been to one, not even in his native country.

Eddie and Minjae walked into the club, Eddie couldn't see what he was seeing, there were a ton of people, Shirtless Muscular Korean men dancing, while there were girls too, But what seemed most curious to Eddie is that everyone who was in that club, including the dancers, seemed to all be the same age as Minjae, Although he didn't care about that, Eddie followed Minjae to the ordering counter.

"I hope your Korean isn't too bad Eddie, since everyone in this club speaks Korean."

"Not at all! How a good lover of Korea and they culture I learned to speak Korean," Eddie said while smiling and making Minjae laugh.

"안녕하세요 여러분, 음료수로 무엇을 주문하시겠습니까?" (Good night gentlemen, what would you like to order for a drink?)

"나도 항상 같은 걸 마셔요, 친구, 아시죠?" (The same thing I always drink, friend, you know) Minjae said.

"댄서들이 마시는 걸 나도 마시고 싶다. 에너지를 많이 주는 것 같다" (I would like to drink what the dancers drink, it seems to give them a lot of energy) Eddie said.

""아주 좋아, 술과 재미가 가득한 두 잔이 나온다." (very good, two glasses full of alcohol and fun come out) The korean bartender said. It didn't take long for Minjae and Eddie to start drinking the liquid from their glasses, When they finished what their glasses contained, they went to the dance floor, between the alcohol, the music and the smell of some strange substances Eddie was happy, It was his first time and he doesn't regret anything.

An hour had passed since Eddie had arrived and he started to feel weird being so hot, so he left Minjae on the dance floor while he headed to the bathroom, When he entered the bathroom he saw what some dancers had, some black ribbons were lying on the floor, As Eddie leaned against the sink he saw something strange about him, his eyes seemed smaller and almond-shaped, but Eddie assumed that maybe the alcohol was making him see things that weren't true,

His skin, which was white, began to turn a little yellow, his feet began to shrink without him realizing it, his fingers began to lengthen a little and the little hair that was on his feet disappeared, His hair that was straight, long and blonde began to shorten until he had a spiky haircut, The blonde color of his hair began to turn black, Eddie couldn't believe what he was seeing, with his own eyes he could see how everything was changing, His torso began to burn, expand and look more masculine, his pecs began to fill with muscle, his shirt was about to explode so Eddie took it off and was shocked with what he saw.

He now had two large pecs, as if being in the gym all day was all about, a pack of abs began to become visible as the yellow tone continued to expand on his body, His arms began to burn, when he saw them, he saw how his arms began to fill with muscles, biceps and triceps appeared on his arms, now he had arms worth admiring, His hands began to look more masculine and fleshier as his fingers began to lengthen, his legs also suffered the same, Before they were two sticks, now they were two large muscular trunks.

His bag, which was quite a large size in the United States, began to shrink, he now had a bag of 9 centimeters while his balls also shrank, now looking like two lemons, New white and Korean fluid began to run through his bag, Eddie couldn't help but touch himself, he now had a muscular and masculine body, His face began to creak and change as his jaw became set, his lips became fuller and his nose cuter and smaller, As Eddie continued to touch himself, he couldn't help but cum on the bathroom floor, as he expelled his old memories, new memories filled his mind.

Now he was Park Joon Gyu, he was 33 years old, he remembered being born in Korea and he also remembered being an exotic dancer at night in a night bar, that same bar was where he was, He started working at the bar thanks to his friend Kim Minjae, It was Joon's turn to come out of the bathroom and start dancing, he was the most handsome and sought-after man in the bar, so he grabbed his black bows and a gold chain and put them around his neck, While they also put black bows on their arms, he grabbed his cell phone and took a photo while in the same photo it said:

“Yo bro, I think that old dude is checking you out.”

Tyler turned and made eye contact with a rather large and older man, sitting on a beach chair. He looked like a hairy beached whale, obviously eying the young jock. Tyler smirked and turned back to his bros.

“Whatever man, let ‘em look.” The brunette tossed the football back to his bro, “I’d be staring too.” He chuckled and flexed one of his arms, showing off one of his muscular biceps.

His bros chuckled and continued their game, enjoying their time off on spring break. And after a few hours of spending time on the beach, Tyler was in need of some AC. He said bye to his bros and made his way back to his hotel room, making sure to give his signature smirk to a few of the girls he saw along the way. The young jock was planning for a night out and he made sure to get his own room for the trip. He was in some serious need for some action, which he was pretty confident he’d get.

“Not like many people can resist this.” He thought with a grin, “Fuck, her tits are big.” He thought as he passed by another blond, “I hope I see her tonight.”

He felt himself chub up a bit and quickly made his way back to his room. But when he got there, he was surprised to find his door slightly unlocked and ajar. He could’ve sworn he shut and locked it beforehand. And that’s when he heard it. There was someone in his room, rummaging around.

“A thief?” Tyler thought, “This asshole has another thing coming.”

“Hey dude what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler shouted as he entered his hotel room, immediately coming face to face with the intruder, “Wait you? Get the fuck out!” It was the older man- the man who Tyler remembered was checking him out earlier, “You fucking creep.”

“Wait, please I can explain!” The older man said in a gruff voice, holding what looked to be a gray body suit, “I-I...” Tyler shoved the man into the wall, inadvertently touching the gray body suit.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna call...” Tyler heard a strange hissing sound and looked down at the gray suit on the ground.

It was quickly changing, taking on a human skin tone. A tan color that Tyler recognized as his own. But that wasn’t all. Key details started to appear on its initially formless shape, until Tyler realized he was basically looking at an incredibly detailed costume of himself.

“What the hell?” Tyler whispered, stepping away from the older man.

And Tyler watched closely as the suit seemed to move on its own and reached towards the older man like a zombie.

“Need... body...” It hissed.

Tyler felt frozen to the spot. This was unreal. There was no way this was happening. The older man smirked and let his arm enter the suit.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” The older man said as the suit continued to wrap around his body, “But you’ve seen too much.”

Before Tyler could even register, the older man flexed his new, muscular arm, and punched the younger man with his new found strength. Tyler’s world spun before he passed out.

....

Tyler’s eyes flickered open and he winced at the mild pain in his head. He went to grab his head, but found that his arms were held above his head and restrained on a hotel bed frame. And it wasn’t just his arms, his legs were also bound. Dread settled in and he quickly tried to free himself to no avail.

“Oh shit you’re awake.” Tyler’s eyes widened and he looked around in terror. That voice... It sounded exactly like his, “I was hoping for just a little more time.” And then a man walked out from the bathroom.

And to Tyler’s terror, it was like looking in a mirror. The man who stood at the end of the bed was Tyler... Or at least an exact physical copy of him.

“You’re...?”

“You? Yeah you catch on fast.” The doppelganger chuckled, flexing an arm, “Well, I’m not ‘you’ per se, I’m ‘me’ now.” The new Tyler said, “I saw you on the beach and knew I needed to be you. So fucking sexy.” He kissed his bicep.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The New Tyler smirked, “I’m Tyler from now on. Doesn’t seem too hard to understand. Right?”

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, “How the fuck are you going to explain...?”

And that’s when Tyler heard it. Another hissing sound and a whispered voice, “Need... body...” Tyler’s heart sank as he heard something shambling through the hotel room. And that’s when he saw it. Crawling up the side of the bed was another one of those things. But this one... this one had the same appearance of the older man.

“No no no no!” Tyler begged as the suit got closer to him, “No please! Fuck let me go!” He was trying his bed to free himself from his restraints. A smile formed on the mask as it’s empty eye sockets cast their gaze on the restrained man. 

It crawled inhumanely and began positioning itself over the restrained young man. Tyler watched in terror as the suit began to lower itself on Tyler’s helpless form.

“Please! Stop this!” Tyler shouted as he felt the skin of the suit on his legs.

He let out a cry as the suit aggressively wrapped around his lower legs, breaking the restraints nearly instantly. And as the suit settled over Tyler’s legs and feet, he could feel them begin to shift and crack. And to his horror, he realized he could no longer feel the difference between the suit and his own body. There was no suit, he realized as he wiggled his new toes, this was his body.

“Please, you can stop this? Right?” Tyler begged as the suits torso began to approach his toned abdominal muscles, “I... please stop!”

New Tyler shook his head, “I can’t stop this.” He said as he watched the suit’s dick encase Tyler’s, “And unfortunately once you’re bonded with this suit, it isn’t easy to undo.”

Tyler’s eyes widened before they closed in pain as the suit bonded to his torso. He felt his toned abdomen become seared to the suit and push out until he again couldn’t tell the difference between his body and the suit. His pecs followed- the muscle behind them vanishing as the suit fully connected and forced them to remodel to match the suit’s sagging chest. Tyler let out a frustrated grunt as he realized he could no longer feel his muscular chest. It felt old... somewhat jiggly and he winced as the New Tyler plucked one of his new chest hairs.

“And unfortunately, this little guy doesn’t work the way it used to.” Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as the New Tyler tugged on his dick, which didn’t show any signs of getting hard, “Don’t worry, I have stuff that might help you.” New Tyler reassured mockingly.

“You need to stop this.” Tyler huffed, “Please... I can’t...”

“It’s okay. I’ve made a few modifications to this suit.” New Tyler said calmly, “You won’t even miss your old body.”

Tyler groaned as his arms were encased and quickly bonded to the suit. His restraints came undone, and the larger man rolled off the bed with a thud. He sat up his knees and looked down at his hairy abdomen that now sat between his legs. He frowned and grabbed a fistful of his new fat.

“You need to reverse this... please... I want my body back.” Tyler begged as he felt the back of his head become wrapped by the suit’s. There was something odd though... Tyler could feel something else... not just the usual feeling of the physical changes, but new thoughts that also seemed to permeate his mind as the suit’s head touched his.

“I can’t do that.” New Tyler smirked, pulling down his pants, “But I’ll give you one last chance to enjoy your body.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he came face to face with his own dick. He could barely process what was happening, as New Tyler slapped his face with it. Tyler wanted to resist, to turn away, but he felt another pulse from the back of his head and suddenly, he was slowly opening his mouth, inviting his own cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” New Tyler said as Tyler started sucking his cock, “Enjoy it while you can.”

Tyler felt tears in his eyes as he swallowed more and more of his large cock. At the same time, the suit was finishing its process. Tyler’s face was slowly covered by the suit’s, which quickly bonded to him and started cementing the changes. His once clean shaven face now sported an unkempt beard, which covered his double chin. His hairline now receded, while his once youthful features were now older. And with this final physical change, Tyler was bombarded with mental alterations.

‘Fuck.’ He thought as a cloud settled over his brain and he gained new appreciate for sucking cock, ‘This guy is so fucking hot.’

New Tyler moaned as the Old Tyler continued to vigorously suck his cock, now with the skill of an expert. And after a few more moments of intense pleasure, New Tyler let out a moan and came- coating the back of the old man’s throat. The young jock breathed heavily and smirked as he watched the older man wipe the sides of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good old man.” New Tyler smirked, “But that was a one-time thing for us, got it?”

Old Tyler nodded, “Thank you.” He whispered in a far gruffer voice, gazing at awe at the hunk of a man standing in front of him, “If you change your mind though...” But New Tyler was already gone, leaving the old man sitting on the floor. He eventually picked himself up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself carefully. Sure he was out of shape and not much to look at, but if he was able to get someone like that young man to come by, he felt like he might have some better luck that night. He quickly snapped a photo of himself for Grindr, waiting eagerly for another chance to have some fun.

This was meant to be a shorter one but it seems to have gotten away from me, I hope you enjoy! I’ve got a special one coming later this week! Gonna do a little epistolary/diary multi TF to celebrate 500 Followers !! - Occam

Franklin’s older brother, Jack, was a soon-to-be dad, he is terribly nervous about raising a kid, as anyone should be. Franklin was looking for some way he could show his support. His eyes scan the shelves of the local bookstore, sure that there must be something of use in the advice section. He has only just graduated university and remains in a sea of uncertainty but at the very least he could buy his brother some pittance of a self-help book.

There wasn’t exactly a sea of options available, many of them were clearly religious, some were on raising children in other cultures, one particularly gaudy one was a guide on rearing the perfect American citizen. Franklin prepared to throw in the towel and order a book to be delivered, before at the end of the aisle he saw a simple clear cover, upon which was written, “How To Be A Father.” It didn’t even have the author’s name on the front. Franklin couldn’t help but let his interest be piqued as he goes to pick it up.

As he does so it’s almost as if the lights of the store dim as the monochrome cover continues to call out to him. Before checking the contents he checks the back looking for any hint of what lies between the pages and finds another completely featureless page. At this point Franklin’s eyes would usually roll as he returns this obnoxious marketing mishap to the shelf, but instead his brows furrow. He simply must know what is inside. He rushes to open to the first page as his mind can only obsessively demand the contents of the book. 

Hey! I really appreciate the love, I'm glad I can serve as inspiration!

Onto the main event though right? Big and not white, I think I've got the perfect guy! Featured in a recent story of mine, how would you like to be the real deal?

Lucky for you he was in the middle of trying on new clothes when I swapped you into him!

You'll have all the time to yourself in this private room to explore your new self and all the muscle that comes with it. The thick arms and huge pecs, those enormous thighs not yet hidden by clothing. You've got plenty back there to try on and see how it fits, see how your body looks in all those shirts and tight fabric.

If you can't find anything you want he's already picked out though there will be plenty back at home! This dude definitely has a huge wardrobe of gym clothes you can try on to show off your assets! Definitely blessed in the muscle department that's for sure.

Remember Ryder? The SoCal pretty boy who was depressed that his life was a vapid, superficial, and party focused existence? He contacted Turnaround Technologies to ask, nay plead for a new body and a new life. See his Donation Request Form.

If only it were that simple. Turnaround Technologies utilizes some of the most advanced science on the market. When a body is fully adjusted, it's a slow and sometimes torturous process! If it was as simple as switching brains, that would be one thing. But the subjects have to physically transform into one another, and then brainwaves are overwritten. Chemistry, genetics, biology, and psychology are all involved in this elaborate process.

So Ryder had to come up with the $325,000 fee. Luckily, he had money saved and he was able to sell off the red Mustang convertible and his yellow Yamaha Sport Bike to meet the target. The final straw was giving up the deed to his WeHo apartment. Don't tell him, but his donor bought the items! Isn't that funny? He covered the rest with personal loans! Well, a little bit of debt won't hurt.

Let's remind you of where Ryder is starting his journey:

And now let's the see information plate for his donor. I think he'll be very pleased! After this, he'll never have to worry about being surrounded by vapid, beautiful people and fending off pesky pool party invites! Yes, this is the ideal swap partner for Ryder.

Meet Dr. Pervus Fondler. And wouldn't you know it? Dr. Fondler was a doctor in Ryder's hometown! They actually know each other. The good doctor cares very deeply for Ryder and was pained when he heard about his current circumstances. He decided that his job as a physician meant he had to step up and give the ultimate sacrifice! You know what they say: First Do No Harm.

Donor Statement: While I am nervous about the process, I am confident that I will give Ryder a new future, one where he won't have to worry about all that vanity and his gym obsession. True freedom for the boy!

Thank you, doctor, for going the extra mile for your patients. Turnaround Technologies will prepare the Exchange Chambers. Both subjects will be stripped down and cleansed before being placed in metallic, moisture wicking bikinis while our technicians prepare for the process:

Now that Ryder is dressed and the drugs are injected into his system, it's time to introduce him to his generous benefactor. I hope he has a positive reaction to the kind of man he will become. Let's check in!

Patient Statement: No! Holy shit! No, not Pervus the Perv! You can't put me in that. Don't force me into that body! I'd be going from a perfect ten to a zero. Please! No... LET GO. Please, oh my God. No, I thought it would be another buff guy like me. I change my mind, I changed my mi--**UMPH HRRMPH**

It's not clear why Ryder objected so strongly to his partner. Maybe it was the shock of knowing who the doctor was from earlier in his life. At any rate, he paid the fee and signed the paperwork so there is, quite literally, no going back. Swaps of this nature are once in a lifetime and, of course, quite permanent.

Subject had to be forcibly gagged and sedated.

Add another $125,000 for the service. Ryder sure is going to pay a lot of money for his new life!

When he came to in the chamber, Ryder was pounding on the door. I think he was crying. His oversize genitalia were mashed against the glass in his silver pouch. It was quite the sight. When the whirr of the machine began and the paralyzing blue light hit, his eyes went crossed. He fell backwards and pumped his hips in the air. Well, the erection is to be expected. I've heard the process somewhat erotic, though painful.

It takes a couple days and the exchange unstable during that time, but I am happy to report the following:

I saw this guy the other day just walking by

He looked hairy and he was hot so I got ready..

We were talking and he seemed like a nice guy

We were at an alley and I had my chance

I slowly injected a needle

It was painless for him

So while talking the process started

He started screaming without knowing what was happening

thankfully there was no one

So I started taking of he's clothes

Poor thing he didn't know what was happening

He couldn't do anything Since he was already transforming

I stroked he's cock and fuck it was delicious

after stroking I wanted some more..

But the process already finished

He looked so fucking fine

he was part of my collection

A new suit!

i put him on

Took some while

I felt amazing!

I put on he's clothes

And left quickly

I entered my apartment and took out my shirt and started with pics and fuck i look good

I could hook alot of women (and men) in this body

It's been days and I love this body! I will use him for some time

Well gotta get some more boys

See ya!

For @musclelover4826, Sorry about the lateness. Moving hassles.

Timmy sat eagerly for Ms. Raymond’s class to begin. It was his favourite: Trigonometry & Statistics. For nearly everyone else in the class, the boring old lady droning on at the chalkboard was not anywhere near the highlight of their day, yet Timmy was not like nearly everyone else. Timmy was the classmate that would sit tall, pulled forward and always paying attention. He was the one with the thick glasses and braces with a heavy lisp. He was the one that got excited for Chess Club and Foam Weapon Fighting. He was a nerd, through and through… and not the cute kind.

It’s for this reason that he rubbed a majority of his classmates the wrong way, and tended to annoy his teachers. His ‘enthusiasm’ for schoolwork was unparalleled, as was his pretentious ego. He had finally got on Ms. Raymond’s last nerve, correcting her every talking point. She called off that Wednesday morning, and asked Coach Halvorson if he’d teach the class, with particular attention given to young Timmy Schnurblich. The football coach, in his usual intense demeanor of course agreed.

So when Coach Halvorson burst through the classroom door, most of the class broke out in applause. Despite his stern and stoic demeanor, he was immensely popular with students for two reasons. He was sarcastic and generally a lot of fun, but mostly they just loved to stare and admire his hunky body. He walked to the chalkboard, and turned around. Timmy’s distraught face was evident to the Coach, bringing a sly grin to his face. He had no idea what plans the school had for him. 

“Alright class. Ms. Raymond is out today, probably getting her dentures realigned or something so in the meantime it’s time to turn in your homework… But I’ll give you the rest of the period to finish it.” The class breathed a sigh of relief, whipping out their half-finished, five page packet of equations. Timmy’s hand shot up into the air, just as Coach Halvorson leaned back in his seat, putting in his Airpods. 

“But sir, what if we already finished the homework, like we were supposed to!” Coach put his second Airpod into his ear and motioned for Timmy to approach the desk. He eagerly bolted to the front of the classroom, taking a seat across from the coach. He handed over the hefty packet, as Coach took a look. 

“Right off the bat, son, we have a problem. This first equation you multiplied instead of added… So all the following ones are wrong.” Timmy rolled his eyes at the coach. What did he know? He was just a grown meathead jock, dumber than a box of rocks.

“Just correct it, it’s one problem out of 100. I know I’m not wrong.” The Coach smiled at Timmy. Out came the red pen, and the coach immediately made a slash mark.

“Question One is wrong, kid.” One swipe of the pen across the problem and Timmy felt an immediate rush of adrenaline. This was the first question he’d ever gotten wrong on any homework assignment. For some reason, this sparked a bizarre reaction in the aspiring genius: excitement. Timmy did his best to put on a disappointed facade, but deep down, his heart was racing with anticipation. As Coach Halvorson’s pen swiped another red mark across his paper, Timmy’s levels of testosterone skyrocketed. He felt exhilaration like he’d never experienced before. It was fun to get the homework wrong. It was… arousing.

“Question Three… C’mon kid. Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” Swipe. Another question is thrown to the wolves. Timmy felt a stirring in his groin, as his normally inadequate member grew to it’s normal 4 inches. Yet, for the first time, it didn’t stop growing. Inch by inch it continued. 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… until it landed at a heavy handful at 10 inches. The outline of his throbbing third leg pressed comically against the confines of his corduroy pants. 

“Uh, Coach? Could we hurry this up? I uh… need to be somewhere… another class… I think…” Timmy stumbled through his words, a conundrum the Debate Team’s star would never have. The Coach raised a playfully sly eyebrow and continued. Swish. Question Four was yet again, incorrect. In the back of his mind, he knew something was off, but the intense heat that began to emanate from his body; pulsating and flowing with unknown power was too pleasurable to ignore. He could feel the weight of those years of Chick-Fil-A and Burger King drain from the abdomen, to the groin, landing with a plop into his balls. They hung like cantaloupes from his erect cock, exhibiting the same titillating pulsations that wrought his cock and muscles. 

“Maybe if you spent your time studying instead of wasting your time at the Tattoo Parlor, you’d not have this problem, Trey.” The coach’s words stung like needles. What tattoo… What was he… Well he must have been talking about his arm tatt. Well, Steve the quarterback dared him to get it, and he didn’t wanna look like a pussy. His confusion increased as Question Five came and went. Incorrect. He felt his muscles inflate. As if tight balloons were expanding beneath his tanning and inked skin. Twiggy arms became bulbous biceps and triceps. His flabby belly became chiseled and firm. The ass which he was so insecure about became two perfectly round mounds, crowning the two meaty legs and massive feet beneath them. 

“Coach. I’m sorry, I was balls deep in Taylor’s ass last night, and he didn’t want me to go!” The Coach scoffed and swiped Question Six, as his formerly pudgy, round face seemingly deflated. Stubble protruded from his squared jawline, and his greasy, curly hair fell to the ground in clumps; revealing a neatly trimmed buzzcut beneath. Trey sighed as the final question loomed. What did it matter. Why was he worried? Coach was gonna take care of it all anyways. Who gives a shit about Trig and Stats when you’re gonna have a football scholarship, right? The coach finally swiped Question 7.

The tattered remains of Trey’s former clothes evaporated into thin air, as his typical muscle tank, black athletic shorts, signature grey headband, and lucky pair of scuffed, white and red Air Jordans now graced his body. Coach handed the homework back, zero out of seven correct. Trey leaned passively against the chair, his gigantic feet kicked up on the desk, ear buds in, blasting the latest hip hop hits. Coach Halvorson pulled the earbuds out of Trey’s ear.

“Well Trey. You flunked the homework again. I’m gonna have to talk to Principal Howser to convince him to over look this for what, the eighth time?” Trey looked at his feet like a sad child, who had disappointed their grandma. “Jesus, kid. Don’t worry. Just focus on practice today. I’ll take care of it. Now go put some damn deodorant on. You fucking reek, did you even take a shower after morning lifting?” The dopey jock smiled blankly at the command, jumped up, and ran down to the locker room. Of course he forgot his deodorant at home, as he always did. Who cares. He was Trey Williams. Best Runningback in the Conference! He had to keep his eyes on the prize, as long as he could remember to do so.

Graham was excited about moving into his new apartment. It was in a nice part of town, with good transit access to his job, plus it was pretty spacious for the price. Graham could just picture himself, his plants, maybe a boyfriend, all fitting neatly into the apartment, with its nice hardwood floors and retrofit kitchen.

So, he was quite surprised, on moving day, when the neighbour across the hall grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. “There’s something weird about that unit,” the guy hissed in a low voice.

“What are you talking about?” Graham frowned. This guy looked totally ordinary in every way, in his button-up shirt and neatly parted hair. There was no way he was some crazy conspiracy nut.

“The guys who live in there,” the guy continued, seeming frantic, “they change. Most of them get spooked and move out in a few weeks. I’ve never seen one last longer than two months. That’s why the rent is so low.”

“Bull.” Graham tugged himself free. “What is this, some kind of weird building hazing or something? What a way to greet a neighbour.”

As he marched away to unlock the door for the movers, Graham felt his new neighbour’s eyes on his back.

Even though he did his best to put the strange conversation out of his mind, Graham kept thinking about the guy’s words as he unpacked for the rest of the day. He had seemed way too sincere for a prank.

At one point, one of the movers gave a sudden shudder and dropped a box full of Graham’s work shirts and coat hangers. “Sorry,” he muttered, blinking away the wild look in his eyes as his coworkers stared, “there was a...smell.” Graham noticed that he was one of the first to leave the apartment to go wait in the moving van once everything was carried in.

Left alone after the movers set up the basics—bed, couch, dining table, desk, TV stand—Graham stood in the kitchen, trying to recapture his excitement for the new apartment. He couldn’t help feeling like the sunlight through the big windows of the living room looked a little watery, like it couldn’t fully enter the space. Even though it was nice and warm inside the apartment, Graham felt strangely clammy, and he couldn’t settle down.

In an attempt to use the restless energy, Graham paced to the bedroom and cut open his boxes of work clothes. He had a pretty ordinary cubicle job, so there was a certain standard of professionalism to meet, but Graham also loved business clothes. Getting dressed for work, for Graham, was like putting on a professional person, like he could pretend to be someone else for 8 hours a day. He had dozens of slim-fit button-ups for his skinny body, perfectly chosen to match his pale skin. Matching sets of slacks and blazers quickly filled the closet.

The action was soothing, and pretty soon Graham was unpacking his loafers. He’d cleaned them before putting them in the box, but he decided to give them a quick polish before putting them on the shoe rack. As he went to get a rag, Graham suddenly thought, I bet those won’t fit for long.

He stopped, halfway to the kitchen. The thought had been so out of character and strange. But, it sounded like his internal voice. It was a weird feeling.

Don’t worry about it.

Graham shook his head and resolved not to worry about it, grabbing the rag and putting his shoes away.

That night, Graham had trouble getting to sleep. It was like he couldn’t get warm, even under all the covers. He tossed and turned until, finally, he drifted off.

It was still dark when his eyes opened. Somewhere around 4 AM. Feeling strangely detached from himself, Graham swung out of bed and padded to the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror in the darkness, Graham found himself stripping out of his silk pyjamas to see his own skinny, pale body. His lips moved, and Graham heard himself mumble, “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

As if puppeted by someone else, Graham’s body moved through a series of bodybuilding poses. “There’s potential, though,” he heard himself mumble into the darkness.

He lifted up his arm and stuck his nose into his armpit, frowning. “Don’t worry, dude, you’re in good hands,” Graham’s voice told him. “I’ll go slow so you don’t get spooked.” Then he chuckled to himself. “Heh, spooked.”

The morning sun had Graham blinking awake. He’d had a strange dream, talking to himself in the bathroom. But as he pushed aside the covers, Graham frowned. He was naked, even though he always slept in pyjamas.

The pyjamas were on the bathroom floor, tossed carelessly. Well, Graham thought, maybe he’d overheated…while on the toilet.

Anyway, he’d been too tired to take a shower last night, but he definitely needed one before work today. Graham stepped into the shower and turned the tap, but was disappointed to hear a gurgling somewhere in the pipes. Only a few drops came out.

One more day won’t hurt.

“One more day won’t hurt,” Graham said, vocalising what his inner voice had said. He would email the building manager and get the shower fixed today. In the meantime, he applied a few extra layers of deodorant and fixed his hair as best as he could.

Still, Graham was self-conscious all day. He dreaded any coworker getting close enough to smell him or notice that his skin was a little greasy. By lunch break, he had rehearsed in his head a whole speech about walking to work to explain why he was so gross. It was a relief when the clock hit 5 PM and no one commented.

The repair man was standing outside Graham’s apartment when he got home, and he let them in. Apparently, there was nothing obviously wrong with the shower. It even ran on the repair man’s first try at turning the tap. Still, the man recommended that Graham put aside some tap water in case it kept acting up. At least he could take a sponge bath.

No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.

“No problem, it’s not an urgent fix.” Graham wasn’t sure why he’d said that. It was like someone else had spoken through his lips. It was kind of urgent to have regular showers. But he shook hands with the repair man and smiled as he saw him out. If the shower was just randomly acting up, he’d learn to adapt to it.

The guy across the hall looked out his door while Graham stood there, thinking through the strange thought he’d had. “You okay?” he asked. “Nothing…weird happening in there?”

Nothing to worry about.

“Nothing to worry about.” Graham smiled at his neighbour. Yeah, he was feeling pretty relaxed. With his move done, he really did have nothing to worry about. He was just jittery about his new place. “Graham, by the way.”

“Leo,” said the neighbour, still looking rather nervous. “You sure? Usually, guys go screaming down the hall their first night, yelling about feet and nightmares, like they're being haunted.”

Not this time.

“Not this time.” Maybe Leo really was some kind of conspiracy theorist. Graham still had more unpacking to do. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.

First things first, though, Graham wanted to finally get his first shower in his new place. He went and turned the tap.

Nothing.

Graham took a deep breath to calm himself down and went to fill a pot with water from the kitchen sink.

Hahahahaha. Laughter filled his mind. Graham froze in the middle of the kitchen. No matter what, his mental voice laughing at him couldn’t be a good sign, right?

The only thing to do with a problem is laugh.

That logic seemed sound. It wasn’t the way Graham usually dealt with problems, though. He was the kind of guy who tended to panic at the slightest opportunity.

He must be maturing.

Chuckling a bit to himself, Graham went to get his basin of water for a sponge bath.

The sponge baths really weren’t so bad, and by the time the shower started working randomly a few days later, Graham couldn’t find any of his soap or shampoo. He had a vague memory of dreaming that he’d thrown them out, but that was ridiculous. Every time he thought about getting more bathing supplies, he’d have the thought that it was just a lot of effort. He was doing fine with water alone, why complicate it?

One night a week or so after his move, Graham found himself staring at his ceiling late in the night. He must be dreaming again. He felt his lips move. “I think I’m gonna try moving in for real, just a bit. Don’t mind me.”

Suddenly, Graham’s feet went ice cold, and a strange, wet, slippery sensation slid into his feet. They felt…tight, like they were overfull somehow.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be a tight fit. Don’t worry, I’ll work you in slowly,” said Graham’s mouth.

Still with that strange, distant sensation, as if he wasn’t in control of his body, Graham sat up in bed and swung his feet to the floor. He watched as his toes wriggled and something shifted under the skin. They did look a little bloated. Over several minutes, Graham watched like a passenger while his feet flexed back and forth, looking a little larger with each twist of the arch and ankle. Dark hair began to sprout on his growing toes.

At last, they seemed to stabilise, and Graham’s body lifted his right foot up. A faint, but distinctive, aroma rose from the massive sole. “Mmm, smells like being alive,” said Graham’s mouth with a smirk.

The next morning, Graham laid in bed for a long time. He’d never been a foot guy, so this dream was especially strange. He realised, thinking back on it, that his cock had, in fact, been hard the entire time. There was even a stain in his Calvins—somehow, every night he’d worn pyjamas to bed he’d tossed them off while dreaming—like he’d had a wet dream.

When he got out of bed, he wondered why his feet looked oddly tan against the skin of his legs. And, later, why they felt strangely snug in his loafers. They pinched where they had felt perfectly comfortable before.

When he got home, it was a relief to tear his shoes off, but Graham wrinkled his nose at the sharp aroma emanating from his sweaty socks. That was it, he resolved, he needed to stop procrastinating and wash himself properly again.

But it is sort of hot.

Graham paused as he was about to start making a shopping list. If he really thought about it, the scent was kind of hot. No one had mentioned that Graham wasn’t soaping up his body or deodorizing anymore. The smell from his feet hadn’t bothered anyone. It was like it was his own little dirty secret. Like another role he could play underneath his work role.

And the smell really was sort of attractive.

“New shoes” went on the shopping list.

Some sneakers, too. To get really smelly.

Right, Graham didn’t want to mess up any work shoes as he experimented with this new interest of his. “Sneakers.”

It was like his dream had opened a floodgate. Every night, Graham dreamed of his feet growing erotically, and each day they were just a bit larger, with just a bit more stink built up on them. In his dreams, Graham talked to himself, talking about getting gym equipment, a bunch of new clothes, even about how boring Graham found his job.

More and more, Graham found himself agreeing with his dreaming self. One evening, he put a bunch of gym equipment into his Amazon cart, then turned off his computer. Gym stuff cost a lot of money, he needed to be sure he wanted to buy it. But that night, he dreamed about sitting at his computer to finalise the order, and the equipment arrived a few days later. At that point, it seemed like a waste to return it, so Graham set it up in the spare room, where he had originally planned to have a library.

Books are boring.

Graham had decided books were boring.

Any time he was at home now, Graham kept finding himself thinking, “I should do a few reps.” The results were unbelievable, with muscles thickening all over his body in what seemed like just a few days. It wasn’t long before Graham was outgrowing all of his clothes, quickly wearing out three new pairs of jeans in as many weeks.

Sweats are better anyway.

Graham’s new fitness obsession extended into his dreams, too. The cold, slippery sensation still enveloped his feet every night, but it also covered most of his body now. In his dreams, Graham would feel himself get out of bed and strut to the bathroom to pose and flex as his muscles grew larger and larger, until they bulged off his frame.

Once his muscles had grown thick and tanned dark, Graham’s dreams went in a few different directions. Often, he would watch in the mirror as he sniffed his armpits or feet, jacking the thick, musky foreign cock that had grown in place of his average, cut dick. Sometimes, Graham would hear himself say, “Nah, needs some more,” after sniffing himself. Then, he would go to his home gym and pump out reps until he was coated in sweat.

He always woke up aching and coated in stale sweat after those dreams, with a pungent scent emanating from his armpits and shockingly larger feet.

Every few nights, Graham had a dream where he would run his thick, callused hands over his neck and face, subtly pinching and compressing his face until a handsome stranger looked back at him in the mirror. “There, that’s the real me,” he would say to himself in a deep, smokey voice.

After those dreams, Graham was always surprised to see his normal face in the mirror. And yet, there would be a familiar sharpness to his jaw, or the set of his dark eyebrows, that reminded him of the face in his dreams.

The world outside his apartment felt increasingly strange. It was like a part of his internal voice was missing. He had trouble understanding his own thoughts, now. It was like he was a jumble of two different people. Had he really used to spend most of his free time reading library books? Was he really the kind of guy who didn’t put himself up for a bonus at the end of the year?

The apartment was safe and secure. It was like Graham’s mind was wrapped in calm and good sense as soon as he walked in. His mind spoke louder, which let him make better decisions, like the time that he wore sweats and T-shirt to work. It had made perfect sense when he walked out the door, but then he had stumbled over his words when he tried to explain to his boss why he was dressed appropriately for work.

Long story short, Graham was arriving home early today. He was just unlocking his door when Leo came barrelling up the stairs in running gear. He stopped when he spotted Graham, just stepping over the threshold and into the wonderful calm of his apartment.

“Who are—Graham?” Leo stared at him. “Is that really you?”

Graham looked down at himself, then back over at Leo. “Uh, yeah?”

“No way. You’re so…muscular and tan. I barely recognise your face.”

“Yeah, I had a bit of a growth spurt.” Graham flexed a bicep with a grin.

“A growth spurt powered by anabolics and a talented plastic surgeon, sure,” Leo was frowning at him.

Graham was kind of offended by his rude neighbour. He’d put a lot of hard work into this body!

Yeah, I have. Get him in the apartment.

“Look,” Graham sighed, the words spilling from his lips like in his dreams, “I’ve had a bad day. Just come inside if you want to talk.”

Leo seemed to hesitate, just for an instant. “But that’s the—“

“Either get inside, or get out of my face.” Graham’s voice sounded a bit gruff to his ears, beyond just the depth that it had gained over the months he’d lived here. It was like it was another man’s voice.

Leo shook himself. “Okay.” He steeled himself and followed Graham over the threshold.

Perfect.

“Whew, it’s ripe in here, man,” Leo observed. “Do you ever shower?”

“Just with cold water.” Graham kicked out of his sneakers, freeing his massive, socked feet and stretching them out. More and more, he felt separate from his body, as if he was watching it move. Still, it hadn’t done anything he wouldn’t have done, he thought. He was just playing another role.

“Well, clearly, it’s not…enough…” Graham watched, his mouth held in a strange smile, as Leo seemed to lose his train of thought. The man’s nostrils flared, and he swayed slightly.

“Yeah, not so mighty and judgmental anymore,” said Graham’s voice. “You’ve forced me to move up my schedule a bit, but it’s not a problem.”

Leo licked his lips before answering. “Sorry, sir,” he said thickly.

“You’re the guy who’s been helping my potential bodies escape, aren’t you?”

“I warn them about this apartment…I keep listings for new places they can go…” Leo’s eyes started to clear, and he shook his head. “No, wait, what the fuck—“

In a flash, Graham leapt into action. He didn’t know how he got one of his sneakers in his hand, but he grabbed Leo in a headlock and shoved his face into the putrid interior. “Nuh-uh-uh, no escapes or exorcisms this time,” Graham’s voice whispered, as Leo thrashed in his strong arms. “The more you fight, the more you fall. Isn’t it hot? My sexy, sweaty new body all around you, and the smell and taste of my foot musk all over your face?”

As Graham spoke, Leo’s struggles weakened. Graham watched with amusement as they both slumped to the floor, a rock-hard boner growing in Leo’s running shorts.

Finally, Graham’s grip on the sneaker loosened, even as Leo reached up to hold it himself. “Look, this is all just a misunderstanding,” Graham’s said soothingly. “You’ve thought I was a sexy beast since I moved in, right? You loved my big, musky muscles and my foot stink. That’s why you made up that story about a haunted apartment.”

Leo’s eyes seemed to be rolling uncontrollably in his head, but he nodded.

“Now I’ve finally noticed you and invited you inside. You just couldn’t help yourself, you foot slut. You were gonna tackle me before I gave you that shoe to lick.”

Leo nodded fervently, moaning. A wet spot was forming at his crotch.

“Now we’re gonna go to the bedroom and I’m gonna shove my cheesy uncut cock in that virgin hole of yours, okay bro?”

“Fuck,” Leo gasped, muffled through the shoe. “Fuck yes, Graham.”

“Nah, man,” said Graham’s voice, picking Leo up like he was a doll, “I’d rather you call me Grey.”

As Grey’s thick cock entered Leo, Graham found himself watching as if from outside himself. He could see his own handsome, angular face as he fucked Leo. He could see Grey’s massive, musky feet shift as he gained a better angle to make Leo squeal. He could even watch the dribbles of sweat run over his thick ass as his voice gave short, sharp pants.

“Fuck yeah,” Grey said to himself in a harsh voice, picking up the pace.

“This is my body.”

“This is my fucking musk temple.”

“Made it all by my-fucking-self.”

“Feels fucking good to be alive.”

As Grey buried his thick, musky cock deep in Leo, shaking through his orgasm, Graham found himself back inside his body. Once again, he watched like a passenger as Grey licked his load out of Leo’s asshole, then sent his happy new foot slut on his way with a spare sneaker and instructions to stop using soap and add Grey's contact info to his bank account.

Eventually, Grey lounged on the couch, naked, idly stroking his slimy, still-lubed cock and scrolling through Grindr. “What do you think, Graham?” he said out loud. “Since it's my first night able to leave the apartment, I should go crash some boys’ b-ball game and make some more foot slaves, right?”

Graham couldn’t help but agree. He was just the voice in Grey’s head, after all.

And because today is fucking awesome, the amazing artist Sphinx (also known as Hippy Cartoonist) brought one of my more exciting OCs out of reference pics and into art! Nightshade from Nightshade Ascending. This collab was FUCKING GREAT and I cannot recommend him enough. Legitimately amazing guy, and the art speaks for itself man.

"Mmmm yeah man!" Michael yelled out. He was already balls deep inside and fucking my hole like a piston. I was already trembling at the knees, gripping at the kitchen table, my knuckles turning white as their hold weakened. I had wrapped my hand around my borrowed cock and slid it down the shaft, enveloping it with my palm which was already lubricated in precum.

I'm getting ahead of myself though. See my friend Harry and I had stumbled upon some pretty unique powers one day while perusing the internet. We were two pretty horny, and admittedly broke, college students, who were looking for a cheap way to have some fun. That's when we stumbled upon this new meditation that promised to teach us how to "astral project" our bodies. It was a dull Friday night and we had no plans, so we figured, why not?

At first it felt like we were just falling asleep and I gave up. When I tried to wake him up though, he was out like a rock. No matter how much I shook him, he wasn't moving. I freaked out and since he still lived with his dad, I called out to him. He walked in and I immediately sensed something was off. His dad was looking at his hands and touching his face, then his eyes grew wide as he saw his son out cold.

"Adam?" He asked in his gruff voice.

"Mr. Reynolds, I-I-I... I think something's up with Harry!" I yelled back.

"Yeah, I know," he said before pulling me up and gripping my biceps. "I'm in here," he said, putting his hand to his chest.

I was completely lost before realizing it must have worked! After getting Harry to calm down, we started to play with his dad. It was innocent at first, making him say stupid stuff and Harry goofing around. But after a few beers, we got a lot more handsy, and I found myself pushed under Mr. Reynolds as his belly pressed into his back and his fat cock was opening my hole so fucking wide.

Since then, Harry guided me on how he was able to push out his essence and take over his dad. After a few sessions, I finally managed to do it! We then began our Friday ritual of cruising whatever public spot we liked, finding two guys we both liked and taking them over. Usually Harry took over the older or bigger guy, and I always liked taking over the smaller counterpart. I was pretty overweight, so squeezing myself into a tight little body and feeling myself up was a huge turn on and escape. Harry on the other hand was a 5'5" twig, so taking over a daddy scratched a similar itch for him.

That brings us to Michael and Jax. At least, that's what we called them. We didn't know their real names, didn't really care to. All we knew was they were a father and son we saw this afternoon at the hardware store and they were just another pair of playthings for us. We followed them from the store. The dad, who we coined Michael, drove a huge ram truck. Harry definitely liked doing the backstory more than I did.

To him, Michael was a divorcee who left Jax and his wife when the kid was only 5. They reconnected when Jax hit college and takes him around town to try and bond. Whatever got Harry into the headspace he needed to make me his little bitch, I didn't care. All I wanted was for the two to "bond" like they never did before.

We got back to their place, a small ranch home in the suburbs. Harry drove a van which we could park down the road and start our projection that night from the back compartment. Once night fell, we began.

Astral projection is similar to falling asleep, you just need to keep in mind your spirit and detach it from your physical form. It was easy for us now and soon we were floating above our targets' house. I zoomed into the garage and immediately found Michael lifting weights. He was grunting and his body glistened. I could see the pump in his chest and arms, the veins in his neck bulging as he strained against the rack. I zoomed to the other room and found Harry licking his lips as he watched Jax walk around the kitchen shirtless.

"Your guy's in the garage," I told him. "And I think you'll like what you see." I winked and flexed my arms.

"It's like they knew we were coming," Harry joked, before zipping past me. I turned my attention to Jax and tried to find the best point of entry. Not like I had to look for long though, I could see even through the gym shorts, Jax's bubble ass made peaks against the fabric. In my current form, I could do minor manipulation of physical objects. Such as the box of crackers I saw on top of the fridge.

I pushed them over, making them fall right behind Jax who immediately turned to the sound. He sauntered over and bent down to pick up the box. Perfect! With his ass spread and ready for the taking, I dove in head first.

He immediately shot up and grabbed at his ass, feeling my essence stuffing him.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled out. God, his voice sounded just like every frat bro on campus; it made me drool. I wiggled further in, Jax was unable to stop me. His spirit could fight me, but his body couldn't grasp at anything more than thin air. I slipped inside and situated myself. I had become a pro at this point and slipped what was essentially my limbs into their places. Jax had fallen over and was curled into a ball, trying to concentrate and push me out, but his mind was useless. I shot my head up and took in a sharp breath of air with my new lungs.

My face was parallel to the floor, but pushing myself up with my new beefy arms, I stood up and got used to my new footing. It was also so freeing to feel myself in a smaller and lighter body. It almost felt like I was floating.

"You okay son?" I heard a gruff voice ask behind me. Michael stood behind me, looking concerned, his body shimmering and covered in sweat. I cleared my throat, getting used to my new voice.

"Yeah dad just uh, cramps," I told him. I was almost certain Harry was in there already, but once he finished a takeover, he was in character. He was Michael until he finally ejected himself. Sometimes I wasn't even sure if was in there, which could lead to some potentially terrifying scenarios.

"Okay well, just take it easy," Michael said. He stepped closer. "Listen, I did want to talk to you," he continued. He leaned a hand on the kitchen island and loomed closer.

"Sure Dad, what's up?" I asked him, copying his stance. Our hands were only about a foot apart, our bodies only a step away.

"I know it's been rough trying to reconnect since I came back. You have every right to resent me, but I'm really grateful that you're trying," he said. I shrugged.

"I mean yeah, it's weird," I told him. "But I've really enjoyed getting to know you and get closer. You were gone so long though, it's sometimes like you're not even my dad. Just, some guy I live with now." I tilted his head, his hand moving an inch closer to mine.

"I understand. Is there anything I could do to help make this less awkward for you? Help us get a little closer?" he asked. I moved my fingers closer to his, mere inches separated them.

"Well truthfully, I uhhhh.... kind of like what you've been doing. I mean look at you now. I always walk around without a shirt, but seeing you do the same, makes me feel like we're relating. It's good to see you like, be vulnerable. To see just.. more of you."

He cocked his head to the side.

"Do you want to see more?" he asked. I bit my lower lip and nodded. He lifted his arm up and showed off his hairy pit, the aroma of his musk permeated and trailed into my nostril.

"Do you want to smell more?" he pressed. I nodded again and stepped forward. He cradled the back of my head and guided me to the smell. I inhaled deeply, keeping my tongue in place. That would come with time.

"That's a good boy," he cooed at me. He rubbed the back of my head softly, comforting me as I inhaled more of him. He smelled so fucking good. Fresh from his workout and a whole day of walking around before that. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne as it tickled at me from his neck. He pulled back my head and locked eyes with me.

"Show daddy how much you want him around," he commanded. I was about 5 inches shorter than him. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. His tongue swirled the inside of my mouth as mine submitted to his. He cradled my lower back in his beefy arms and pressed me tightly into him. I could feel his sweat coating my slim frame. Reaching around, I wrapped my arms behind his back and clawed at his hairy backside.

Pulling me away, he took my hand and lead me to the living room. We simultaneously kicked off our gym shorts, each of our cocks bounced out and bobbed as we walked. I hadn't even seen my new one yet, it was so fucking pretty. Jax kept himself trimmed, but his balls were decorated with blonde hair. To no surprise, Michael's dick was thick like a bull's, matching the rest of his body. Even his ass was framed like grade A beef! I never really took over guys like him, but I sure did love fucking them.

Michael led me to the couch and laid back, lifting his arm over his head. I laid on top, unable to control myself anymore, going to town on his pits. My tongue was lapping up every bead of sweat I could find.

I was so fucking hungry for him! I made Jax swallow piece after piece of his father's sweat. He just chuckled as he felt his good boy enjoying his new treat. I reached down and began to stroke his cock, which had begun to throb. He was leaking, leaving plenty of lubricant as I made Jax wrap his jock hands around his father's shaft.

Michael let out a booming laugh as he watched his son become a little bitch and submit to him.

He patted me on the shoulder.

"That's enough boy, you know what daddy wants now," he told me. I pulled back and nodded.

Walking off, I found the kitchen table and decided to see how flexible Jax was. Placing my right foot up on the table, I kept myself balanced on the ground. It was fucking perfect. I could feel a breeze grace my hole as I presented myself to daddy.

Michael grumbled from behind me, I could hear his heavy footsteps as he walked over to me. I heard the sound of him spitting and lubing up his daddy cock. There was a hand clasped on my shoulder, and then the teasing of a dick as it played with my hole. I was about to turn around and watch when I felt the pressure of Michael's dick pressed against me. I winced, my virgin hole stretching for what I assumed was the first time.

"Goooooood boy," Michael told me. He wrapped his other arm around my chest and pressed slowly into me. I moaned like a bitch, feeling my dad fill me up. Once I felt his thighs against my ass, I knew he was in. That, and the roar which came from Michael, and the throb of his cock against my prostate.

"That's it boy!" He shouted, before pulling out. He kept up a steady pace, the head of his cock pushing further with each thrust.

"Fuck daddy!" I yelled out as I gripped onto the table.

"Mmmm FUCK man!" Michael yelled out, beginning to piston in and out of me. See? Now you're all caught up.

I was pumping my own cock and could feel the pressure build. How was I already so close??

"Dad? I think I'm going to cum!" I yelled out.

"Fucking cum for me son!" he yelled back. It was like his cock was pressing against my stomach he was so deep! I let go of my cock and watched as a fountain of cum spread across the table.

"Here it fucking comes boy!" Michael yelled out. He wrapped both of his beefy arms across my chest and yelled out. I could feel his seed instantly begin to coat my insides, spreading out and dominating me. His sweat formed even further and drenched my back. I could feel his stomach as it pressed into my back with each breath of his.

He slid out of me and staggered back, laughing. I could hear him catching his breath. I took my leg down from the table, shaking as my blood tried to get back in place. I almost fell over put was caught by Michael's arms.

"Easy there boy," he told me, chuckling. I looked up and saw him towering over me. I smiled as he pulled me up.

"Thanks dad," I said, before giving him one final kiss. "We should probably head out." He shrugged and helped me stand fully up.

"Maybe, or we just enjoy ourself a little more," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How about we run a few more errands? Spend some time with my boy, drive him around in my truck. Maybe play with his ass as we do some shopping?" I was immediately intrigued by the idea, but there was a concern nagging at me.

"What about our real selves?" I asked.

"They'll be fine, they're not going anywhere," he assured me. I knew it was risky, but fuck I loved being Jax and I wanted to keep this up. So, what's the worst that could happen?

Michael was cradling my lower back and holding me close, our new musks mingling with one another. I chuckled and stuck my tongue into his mouth.

"Okay dad, let's do it," I told him. He laughed and hoisted me up effortlessly. My thighs were cradled into his arms as I finally looked down at him.

“You know, your brother really has a perkier ass than I expected him to,” Ashten said, eyeing his borrowed body in the mirror. He threw his head back and lifted his new cheeks with his hands, then dropped them, making them jiggle in the tight briefs we had brought with us. 

“It’s a shame he’s always wearing those baggy camo pants, they don’t do anything to show off this off,” he continued. 

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in Brendon’s room, bouncing my leg and watching as Ashten toyed around with my brother’s body. He was flexing and groping at every inch he had stolen. I of course had to admit I was incredibly turned on, watching my veteran brother take on my best friend’s mannerisms, but I was too nervous about the next step in our plan to really focus. 

Ashten and I had always been somewhat kinky, he would constantly make comments on my brother, saying how hot he was and always ogling at him. It got even worse the one year we were all in high school together and Brendon was the star football player. Truthfully, I was never close with my brother. Even though he was only three years older, we felt lifetimes apart. He had the stereotypical peak high school career and then went off to high school right after graduation, and I… well, I was the pudgy younger brother who did robotics. The rift between my brother and I extended to my father, well, step dad, who got to relive his glory days of football through him, while not knowing what I was talking about when discussing my interests. I almost think a selling point of him marrying my mom was that he got the jock son he always wanted, even if I was part of the package.

Truthfully, I always wanted to know what it would be like to be my brother or dad, bigger, but in the right way. Muscles, strong stature, confidence; they had all of those, while I had love handles and acne. Ashten was my only real friend and while puberty did a number to his libido, he stuck by me, though sometimes I wondered if it was to come over and stare at my brother. 

An opportunity arose when Ashten came over last week excitedly, explaining he had found this vial online that would actually allow for us to take over any bodies we wanted. I thought he was crazy, but with Brendon in town from his latest deployment and staying with my dad and I for a few months, Ashten convinced me to at least try it. He snuck in while Brendon was taking a nap, I didn’t bother stopping him as I figured when his little plan failed, it would be a good lesson on maybe finally leaving my brother alone. 

Ashten took the vial just moments earlier, but even as he approached Brendon, his skin became so slippery looking. That’s when I got intrigued. Ashthen jumped at Brendon and within seconds, he was actually doing down his throat! Brendon jumped awake but was too startled to do anything. Soon enough, Ashten slurped his way inside and Brendon laid still. The moment he opened his eyes he shot up and gasped for air. Immediately he was feeling himself up and checking himself out in the mirror, bringing us to where we left off. Ashten turned to me and raised one his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong man? I thought you’d be excited,” he said in Brendon’s voice, which I was still getting used to. I got up and paced, my nerves absolutely shot.

“Yeah man, I thought it was just some dumb joke or fantasy! I mean, you’re my fucking brother! Like… how is this even possible?” I asked him. He clapped his arms on my shoulders, which pushed me down.

“Sorry, not used to my new strength,” he chuckled. “Look, it’s real okay? And it’s temporary, so don’t even worry about it. Besides, your stepdad can be pretty sexy, it’s not weird, no blood involved”. 

“Besides me fucking my own brother,” I corrected him. 

“You mean him fucking you,” he countered, bopping me on the nose. I swatted his hand away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “Just see where rebellion takes you,” he growled into my ear. I could feel myself pitching a tent and trembling. He let go and laughed to himself before going back to the mirror. 

“I’m just fucking with you man,” he said. He glanced at me through the reflection in the mirror. “Or rather, I will be,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. He was challenging me, wanting to take top dominant spot. And while seconds ago I was stunned and terrified, only lust and the desire to best him entered my brain now.

“We’ll see how the tables turn when I’m daddy,” I retorted. He smirked before clearing his throat. 

“Hey dad! Can you get in here?” He called out. Turning to me, he winked. “Showtime.” 

I could hear my stepdad’s heavy steps climbing up the stairs. I dashed into Brendon’s closet and uncorked the vial. Slamming it down, I nearly started choking from the taste. It was vile! Sour, bitter and almost like I was drinking toilet water. I began to feel a film develop on my skin, reminding me that I had to strip down. With the minimal space available to me in the closet, it took a few attempts to get my shirt and pants off, almost busting out of the door as I did. Once I was down to my underwear, I heard Brendon’s door open and the steps of my step dad as he walked in. 

“What’s up bro?” He asked. Fucking shit I hated when he called Brendon that. He was just a substitute friend, not a son to him. 

“I’m not feeling great, can you come here real quick?” Ash… I mean Brendon said. 

“Umm…okay,” he said, stepping past the closet. I cracked open the door and saw him standing to the right, just past where I was. I slipped off my underwear and opened the door wider as he stepped closer to the bed. I almost slipped on the goo that was running down my legs. Brendon made eye contact with me just as my step dad made it to the edge of the bed. He was laying under the covers and made my brother look so pitiful. 

“So… what’s going on? You like, sick or something?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say I’m sick,” Brendon said. I was right behind him when Brendon smirked. “Sick of seeing you with pants on!” He called out, flinging the comforter off himself and diving at my dad’s gym shorts. 

“What the fuck!?” He called out as Brendon pulled down the shorts and revealed his former jock ass. Even 20 something years after high school, his ass was surprisingly perky. 

“Dude!” I called out, panicking. 

“Go in the ass!” Brendon yelled out, grabbing my dad and forcing him to bend over. Fucking hell! I ran forward and dived like I was going in to a pool, hoping this would work. His hole was spread open as my hands made contact. I began to slide inside and before I knew it, my head was engulfed into total darkness. I could feel the rumble of my dad as he yelled, his virgin as being penetrated for the first time. It was like I was going through a slip n slide. I felt my legs slip through, my ankles getting snagged right before slipping past the opening which squelched as it closed behind me. I stretched myself out, digging through his body to assimilate. One by one though, each limb slid into place, I could feel my borrowed strength come to me as each arm and leg took over. There was a tightness in around my face as I pushed through his neck. It was almost as if I couldn’t breathe. A panic began to grow as I struggled to breathe, only to feel my face lock behind his and I gasped for air. 

My eyes shot open to see the floor of Ashton’s room, my meatier hands pressed against it, barely holding me up. The fresh breaths of air were exhilarating as I became accustomed to my new weight. My breathing finally came to a regular pattern when I saw two bare feet saunter over and stop in front of me. Looking up, I came face to face with Ashton’s erect cock, his sly smirk peaking over the shaft as he looked down on me. 

“Well ‘dad’, looks like you could use a hand,” he said. He cocked his head to the side and bit his lip. “And I could use a mouth”. Any resistance I had planned on giving him immediately melted away and I pushed myself up high enough to tickle the head of his dick with my tongue. He chuckled, his leg spasming a bit. 

“Don’t be such a fucking tease,” he groaned, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping me in the cheek with it. 

“I want your lips around it,” he told me. I obeyed, taking my step father’s mouth and parted it just wide enough to allow him passage. Fuck, there was a clear taste which suggested Brendon hadn’t showered in a few days. It was almost intoxicating though. I used my tongue and lapped around the shaft of his cock, my lips slithering further down until I was almost to the base. There was clear resistance from my body as I could feel myself wanting to gag. Tears began to well in my eyes, tempted to break free. I held them back though, not wanting to give him any more of a boost in his ego. 

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down until my nose was buried into his pubes. The head of his dick rammed into the back of my throat, causing me to choke and pull back instinctively. He let go of me, my head lunging back and leaving me to cough while the water in my eyes streamed down my cheeks. 

“We’ll have to work on that, don’t want to have a daddy that’s such a pussy,” Ashten said, his hands on his knees and that stupid fucking smile on his face. 

“Fuck off,” I told him, getting up. He grabbed ahold of my wrist and pushed me against the wall. He pulled himself in closer until his mouth was against my ear. 

“That’s right, your son is stronger than you now. So how about you be a good daddy and just follow some simple instructions?” He asked. His other hand reached down and stroked my cock, which I had only just realized was out as he had pulled these pants down just before I took over. 

“Your first order is to have fun,” he said. His fingertips caressed my new sheath, making me tremble as the slightest motions sent shockwaves of pleasure across my body. “The second,” he continued, “Is to show off for me.” He pulled away from my ear, his grip tightening around my cock. Kissing my cheek, the locked eyes with me and licked his lips. 

“W… what do you want to see?” I asked him. He raised an eyebrow, as if anticipating more. “Son?” I added. He smiled and relaxed his shoulders. 

“I want to play dress up,” he said, letting go of my wrist and strolling past me to his closet. He opened up the door and rummaged for a second before throwing some clothes at me. I looked through and saw a football pants and a jockstrap. 

“I want my football player daddy to dress up, strip down, and then take his son’s cock. I want his seed to rest in him while he touches himself, and then, when I tell him to, he can stain these pants with his cum.” Ashten must have planned out this fantasy for ages now. And despite how much I began to resent him for having his planned far more in advance than he let on, I was too turned on to object. I fiddled with the jock before sliding it on, feeling the tight straps cling to my thighs which were far too girthy to be contained by it. I figured the pants would present a similar issue, but luckily they were meant for padding, so despite being a snug fit, I was able to get them on with little trouble. I hated to admit it, but feeling the compression of the shorts and jock was fucking sexy. I could feel my cock pressing itself against both layers, begging to be released. 

“Now give you son a lil smile,” he said, eyeing me up. I obeyed, grabbing at my cock and tugging it through the pants. I felt like a fucking sexy bull in my step dad’s body and Brendon’s football gear. Maybe we would have to do more of this after all. 

“Good boy,” he said, pulling me in close and rubbing his hands over my chest. “I think this suits you quite nicely”. He leaned in and stuck his tongue in my mouth, wrestling with mine before pulling away and spinning me to face the bed. 

“Let’s see that sexy ass now,” he ordered me. I did as he commanded, getting on the bed and pulling down the pants to my knees. I wiggled my ass, making him coo as I peaked over my shoulder. He had leaned against the bed and proceeded to slap my ass with his new hands. He had a death grip on my cheeks, spreading them apart and diving in face first. My borrowed voice let out a deep moan as I felt his tongue rim my hole, tickling the edges and lathering them up. I could feel my jockstrap beginning to dampen as precum began to leak from the sensation. The tingle of pure eroticism made my whole body shiver as I loosened up for me new son. 

“Fuuuuuckk…” I managed to moan out, feeling my legs spread further apart, until the constraint of my pants held them from moving any further. I wished I could get a photo of this, I would look at it every damn night; my brother having his face buried in my step dad’s ass, making him almost cum on the spot. 

“I think we’re ready,” he told me, getting up. Before I could even react, I felt Brendon’s thick cock press against my hole and slide in. The shockwave of pain made me yell out and throw my head back. Brendon grabbed the small tuft from my head he could grasp and pulled my head back. I could catch a glimpse of him from behind as he pounded away in me. His cock hit my prostate like a jackhammer, picking up speed and making me lose myself in the ecstasy. 

The pain had immediately subsided and soon I was overcome with the rush of pleasure as he dominated my hole. He pulled out, leaving my hole to gape and beg for more. He stepped up fully on the bed and pressed his thighs against mine before lowering himself down. It took only a second of working around it before his cock found his way inside of me again. His arms wrapped around my chest as he hugged me close and went in like a bullet train. It was becoming way too much for me to handle, without even touching myself, I could feel my balls tightening and the pressure building. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck I’m about to cum!” I yelled out. 

“Yeah daddy cum for me!” He yelled back. He wrapped an arm around my neck and squeezed, leaving me light headed as cum spurt inside of my jock. Each load felt more powerful than the last and I could feel my cock swimming in it as the jock cupped my seed. 

“Fuck daddy, I’m going to seed you,” he moaned. His last few thrusts were powerful, pushing his cock balls deep inside of me until he let it rest in place. I could feel it twitch inside of me as wave after wave of his load spread inside. He threw his head back and roared like a god damn lion. He was breathing so heavy, exhausted and spent. He pulled out, a sensation almost as enjoyable as the feeling of his cum coating me. 

Once he was out, I could feel the dribble of cum leak from my hole, trailing down my taint and mixing with the cum I had still had resting in my jock. Looking down, I could see the small pool of it stain the bed. 

“Fuck dude, we’re doing this again,” he said, walking away to admire himself in the mirror once more. “There’s no way I’m letting this be a one time thing,” he continued, flexing. 

“Okay ‘son’, I think I can make that work,” I told him, my knees giving away and allowing me to fall stomach first on the bed. I looked over my shoulder to see him admiring his work. 

It was the middle of the night. It was all quiet through the house... besides my fathers snores. Today was the day I was going to do what I only thought was possible in dreams. Recently I’ve ordered a book that has taught me some spells to mess with the human body. One spell that’s interested me was the “Swap Lock” spell. The spell was to switch the body of you and the target but once the switch takes effect the target is in permanent deep sleep until you’ve switched back, I’ve always wanted to try this but never knew onto who. But tonight I’ll use it on my father.

I walked into his room, it was eery and dark. I wandered over to his head, stepping on all his clothes thrown around the room. I held the book over his head and commenced the spell. As I said the spell soon enough an mystic aura surrounded the room. It was putting me to sleep. Then the book bursted a beam out of itself and into me and my father, soon enough we both started to levitate upward until the book slammed itself shut and slammed me onto the floor, I awoke then. I stood up from the floor to see my old body lying onto my fathers bed. The body seemed empty and motionless. Nether the less it worked

As I saw my body I looked to to find that I was indeed in my fathers body. I had his chain, his posture, his muscles and everything in between. I walked into the bathroom to admire the body I’ll be staying in for a while, I had no intent on leaving anytime soon. I am going to love this.

Times were rough with the quarantine being extended over and over again. Miguel was just laid off from his office job and although he saved enough money to be comfortable without worries, he didn’t want to eat into his savings this way. He spent too much time and energy on building up his career and life for it to all go down the drain because of some stupid virus.

He decided to make the best out of this bad situation; he would give webcamming a try. Apparently, it was easy money and Miguel knew he could easily garner an audience. He took care of his body and he was proud of his results, however, he wasn’t the type to boast about it.

Couldn’t hurt to try, he thought.

Starting up his first session, Miguel decided to eat lunch while he watched what he was getting into. At first, he saw a few flattering comments which made him chuckle, and while he was in the midst of chewing he heard a ping from his desktop. He got his first tip and it was the amount needed for a private session which caught Miguel by surprise.

Wow, this is pretty easy after all, he thought.  

Miguel obliged and turned off the public chat and he prepared himself for the demands the user may make. He already knew that he would draw the line at any act too raunchy.

He watched as he saw the user was typing away, and finally, the message was sent through. Miguel was puzzled at the request the user wanted. The user wanted him to say a strange phrase that seemed like gibberish. Miguel didn’t mind the request, it was actually much better than what he was originally anticipating.

Swallowing his food, Miguel read the phrase on cue and as the last bits of the phrase left his mouth, Miguel felt a sudden drowsiness cloud his mind. His plate of flood slipped out of his hands, and before it could even hit the floor he was already in a deep slumber.

Miguel’s body groaned as it awakened. Little did Miguel know there was an intruder in his apartment and that intruder was now in control of his body.

Instead of cleaning up the mess on the floor as Miguel would, the new occupant’s attention was solely on what he came for, Miguel.

“Fuck yeah…” the unknown intruder said admiring Miguel’s features in the webcam that was still running. He rose up Miguel’s arms and took a deep whiff of his underside.

“Aww you don’t smell, time to change that,” he said with a devious grin spreading across Miguel’s face. The intruder continued to admire his newly acquired body as Miguel’s unfinished lunch stained the carpet a deeper hue.

The intruder savored the quickly changing sensations in his new body. He first experienced Miguel’s yearning for food, but that hunger was quickly replaced with an insatiable lust, partly driven by him but mostly due to Miguel’s libido.

“Sorry for interrupting your lunch,” the intruder said, “I’ll fix that up for you”. He took Miguel’s hands and dug them into his shorts, drawing his leaking juices out on his fingertips. 

It’s time for the real meal…

I twisted my neck back and forth, launching my eyes across every corner. "Good, I think nobody saw me." I uttered with a soft, welcoming voice. I grabbed the arm rests of the chair below me and pushed myself off of it in the hot, baking sun. As I stood up in my new striking pair of legs which rested under my thin shorts, I stared down the neighbourhood, seeing my previous self lying still and idle on the porch, meanwhile I adjusted to my neighbour's body. It was a quick adjustment at that, seeing as this was not the first time I had been in his body in the last week. Although could you blame me? It was a raw summer day and who wouldn't want to spend such a graceful day in a body as zesty as this. I adjusted the cap on my head and rubbed my hands over my tattoos briefly, adoring this body once more as I always do. Now, his body was mine for another day, just like the last. I dug my hand into my beard, feeling the raw energy it radiated on my body. I had never felt better on days like this then when I am in this body, I've spend so many days of this summer as my neighbour and I do not want that to stop now.

It was another typical day at school, and as usual, I found myself in the crosshairs of Mr. Coachman's disdain. My name is Tristan, and I am what one might call an "unsporty" student. Thin, nerdy, and full of useless facts, I was the kid who always got picked last in gym class. Mr Coachman, a former athlete turned sport and philosophy teacher, had no patience for my know-it-all attitude. He believed that my incessant need to correct everyone was hindering the class and, quite frankly, his sanity. One day, Mr. Coachman approached me after yet another unnecessary correction during PE. He offered me a chance to improve my abysmal grades in sports by taking extra swimming lessons with him. Reluctantly, I agreed, desperate to boost my overall GPA. At our first swimming session, Mr. Coachman handed me a peculiar-looking swimming cap. He claimed it would allow me to hear and see his instructions directly in my head. I thought he was out of his mind, but upon putting on the cap, I realized it actually worked. It was a surreal experience, feeling Mr. Coachman's voice and visual cues echoing in my mind as I swam. The instructions were crystal clear, making it easier to perfect my stroke and improve my technique in record time. Weeks later, Mr. Coachman, noticing my progress, approached me with a new pair of swim goggles. He said they would help me focus better in the pool. Skeptical yet willing to try anything, I put them on and dove in. As soon as the water enveloped me, I felt a heightened sense of concentration. The outside world disappeared, and all that mattered was the water beneath me. Mr. Coachman's voice became a distant echo, guiding me through each stroke and turn. It was as if the goggles had transformed me into a single-minded swimming machine.

Mr Coachman observed my newfound dedication and satisfaction. I was exhausted from the intense swim training, which left me with no energy to display my usual know-it-all tendencies in class.

Several weeks later, Mr Coachman's next request gave me pause. He presented me with a slim blue Speedo and promised that it would enhance my speed in the water. There was just one catch—I had to shave off all my body hair. He argued that professional swimmers did it all the time for better speed and reduced resistance. I protested vehemently. "Shave off all my body hair? Are you out of your mind?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with disbelief. Mr Coachman, with a grin on his face, replied, "Of course not, Tristan! It's a small sacrifice in pursuit of greatness. Trust me, you'll thank me later." I crossed my arms stubbornly, determined to resist this outrageous demand. "Absolutely not! I'll wear the Speedo, but I draw the line at shaving my body hair. It's like asking a caterpillar to give up its fuzzy coat!" Mr Coachman's smile didn't falter, and he simply said, "Suit yourself, Tristan. But just remember, the pros do it for a reason." His words lingered in the air as an internal struggle waged within me. The temptation to conform and become the ultimate swimmer clashed with my natural inclination to rebel against such absurdity. In the end, though, curiosity won over. I figured, if I could endure the grueling training and wear these magical swimming items, what harm could a little body hair removal do? With a hesitant sigh, I finally agreed to Mr. Coachman's request. Trudging to the bathroom, I grabbed a razor, examining its gleaming blade with trepidation. As I stood before the mirror, thoughts of caterpillars and metamorphosis floated through my mind. I wondered if shaving off my body hair would truly transform me into a swimming powerhouse. With each stroke of the razor, I felt a mix of excitement and unease. Whiskers and hairs fell, leaving behind smooth, hairless skin. Trapped in my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder what my friends would say or how they would react when they discovered my newfound aquatic obsession and hairless body. Finally, once all the hair was gone, I took a long look at my smooth reflection. It was a strange sight, almost otherworldly. I felt a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration, like a sea creature shedding its scales and emerging anew. Standing tall in my hairless glory, I slipped into the slim blue Speedo. Ready or not, I was about to dive into the next chapter of this bizarre journey, hoping that my shaved body would indeed prove to be a worthwhile sacrifice in the pursuit of greatness. Emerging from the water for the first time in my stylish Speedo, I had transformed. My physique resembled that of a Greek statue, not an ounce of body fat in sight. I was an athletic swimmer, a force to be reckoned with.

With my old clothes no longer fitting, Mr. Coachman outfitted me with a tight beige chino and a light blue shirt.

As I squeezed myself into the outfit, I couldn't help but complain about looking like a preppy dork. However, Mr. Coachman assured me that it was all about how I wore the clothes. Skillfully, he rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, unbuttoned the top buttons, and stood back to appraise his handiwork. "Aren't you a handsome devil?" he remarked with a satisfied grin.

There are always those annoying people at the gym. You know it, I know it... we all know it. But the worst is when they feel super confident. The guys at my gym get loud, obnoxious and belligerent. No one tells them that though! But today... I had enough.

I went up to the group of them, five in total, and told them to knock it the hell off, everyone here is trying to have a good time! They just laughed at me and smiled. "Bro no one gives a shit except you." One said.

"Yeah, c'mon... we're just having fun. You would to if you joined us." They all kinda laughed at that. But one had a smug smile.

"You know... he does kinda look like he could, maybe just for the day?"

Another nodded, "Yeah, kinda right there, Ethan."

One more added, "Yeah, dude, he's got the muscle." Suddenly I could feel my chest hurt... my shirt felt like it was ripping... it slowly came apart with a loud tear as they complimented me. "Damn! How much do you lift... uh..."

I tried to say my name, "My man looks like a Jeremy." Ethan smirked at the other and patted my back. "I mean look at his face!" My jaw felt numb as it thickened out...

"Oh yeah I see what'cha mean there! His hair too, so fluffy... you got a girlfriend? Bet she loves that." They nodded as the group continued to circle me. They were being so loud but I couldn't help but laugh too.

People were staring at us but... I felt like I stopped caring... my mind... it felt a little... like it was... I felt hard to explain it and junk! "Well funny you say that man! My uh... name is actually Jeremy." Wait... I didn't mean to say that. I was trying to say my name, Jeremy. Getting harder to think...

"Eh we've wasted enough time, Wanna spot me, Sam?" I felt like an urge bubbling up. "Remember guys, lifting then cardio for Harry, me and Klein. You and Sam can go do some cardio first, Ethan." One of them said. I saw them walked up and called out.

"Hey bros, mind if I join you. Kinda weird havin that gap right?" I smiled and walked up beside Ethan and Sam. They seemed like some chill bros.

Sam smirked, "Hell yeah bro, only if you got me for lat raising!" He laughed and I nodded.

"Dude that is so easy, and look at you. Man I'm just gonna do those with you guys!" Ethan said loud and jokingly... this was... gonna be a fun time. Man. Glad I switched gyms.