Ghost Writer

“Not so tough anymore, huh?”

Nelson sneered down at the briefs on the floor as he felt himself up. He breathed out a small chuckle and bent over, tossing them into the hamper of clothes.

———

Nelson and his buddies had been bullied relentlessly by the jocks at their university. Nelson had grown sick and tired of it and decided to take matters into his own hands. He had used his gifts to make himself brilliant and clever so that he could find a good enough job that would earn him plenty of money, but he never really used it on himself in the ways that mattered. Call it humility or self-control, but he was fine being the twiggy, four-eyes nerd in the crowd, so long as he was more knowledgeable than the person next to him. But having condoms filled with piss thrown at him and his buddies from a passing car full of frat jocks was several bridges too far. Now was the time for payback.

———

He snuck his way into the fraternity house through the basement window. Some tall, broad, hulking brute of a frat bro was standing at the basement laundry machine in just his briefs, loading his clothes into the machine. He was a massive specimen and would definitely beat Nelson to a pulp if this didn’t work, but with great risk comes great reward. Nelson silently approached him from behind, took a quiet, deep breath, and gave the giant man a massive wedgie.

“HRRRNG, WHAT THE FUU-u-u-u-u-u-u-u” the jock screamed, but immediately started convulsing uncontrollably. Nelson yanked harder, lifting the man up onto the tips of his toes, leaning in against his ripped back, feeling the jock vibrate and shake before him. The hulking giant’s cute head with his thick fauxhawk suddenly suck down into his body. He stood there shaking uncontrollably without a head, when his arms quickly sucked into his shoulders. Within seconds, the rest of jocks body sank and collapsed in on itself and shrank into his briefs, as though his entire body was sucked into the fabric that made up his underwear. Nelson held the sagging briefs up before him, admiring how easily he was able to synthesize the Herculean jock’s essence into his briefs. He disrobed completely and stuck his foot into each of the holes—hoped to god this would work—and pulled the underwear up. In a matter of seconds, Nelson’s body exploded with muscles, easily tripling his original size, growing a foot and a half in height and 125 lbs heavier with muscle. It felt like he was being pumped full of mass from an unknown source—it was fucking incredible. His cock and balls ballooned huge and engorged and his ass jiggled with new muscle behind him. He threw his head back and moaned in ecstasy as he came in the briefs, puddles of white pushing through the fabric and dripping in heavy, thick globs down onto the basement floor. He looked down at the soiled briefs as he continued squirting his seed and bucking his hips, more and more of it seeping through the fabric and dripping heavily down to the floor. When it subsided, he wiped the front of the briefs clean with his thick fingers and brought them to his mouth to suck clean. He first stuck his index finger in his mouth and—oh, holy fuck, this boy kept a healthy diet, it tasted divine.

He was still Nelson, albeit with sharper, hotter facial features, and his body now took on the exact same qualities and attributes as the massive jock who wore the briefs before him. He looked down at the jock’s hamper of dirty clothes, kicked it over to dump the clothes onto the ground, and placing the empty hamper against his rounded hip and supported the other end with his other cleaner hand. He walked over to the stairs, he had some more clothes to collect.

Another frat jock with a backwards cap opened the door to the basement and started walking down the stairs, “Yo, Josh, you good? I heard a noise and—…” he noticed a man who looked like he was built like Josh and took on the same shape as him, but with different skin, different hairiness, different facial features. He was wearing Josh’s briefs, sure, but it looked like he had just cum all over himself. “Wait, who the fuck are you?”

Nelson finished licking off the rest of his fingers and nonchalantly reached out as placed his huge, saliva-wet hand on top of the jock’s head, resting against the top of his backwards baseball cap. The jock started convulsing and vibrating, his swole muscles jiggling all over his body. His eyes rolling up into the back of his head and in a flash, his body collapsed in on itself, shrank, and sucked up into the baseball cap, as the rest of his clothes tumbled loosely down to the ground, the only evidence that someone once stood there.

Nelson placed the hat into the hamper and began ascending the stairs.

———

He approached a two jocks from behind, sleeping while sports blared on the large living room flatscreen, and fiercely gripped onto each of their shirts over their pecs with two hands. After they awoke in violent convulsions that rocked the couch, they both soon disappeared into the fabric of their shirts, leaving behind two shorts, two briefs, and two pairs of socks where they once sat. Nelson tossed the shirts into the hamper by his feet.

A jock was in the house kitchen, eating a snack to stack on some more gains. Nelson approached him from behind and strongly squeezed his ass cheek over his gym shorts, prompting the bro to groan out in surprise and slight pain, but his groans turned to a steady vibrato as his body erupted in intense convulsions. As Nelson stood behind the convulsing jock, the door leading outside opened and one of the frat bros entered, dressed in a suit and tie.

“Who are you? And the fuck is going on here?” he asked with genuine curiosity but with a touch of hostility in his voice, as the jock vibrating in Nelson’s hands casted a pained, worried eye in his direction, as though asking for help.

“Laundry day,” Nelson replied innocently as the vibrating jock finally collapsed in on himself, shrinking rapidly, and finally getting sucked into the fabric of the gym shorts. Nelson tossed the gym shorts into the hamper under his arm.

“What the fuck!” the well-dressed frat boy exclaimed and tried to run away out the door, but was caught by the tie by Nelson before he could get too far. Nelson dropped the hamper and brought him in closely, overpowering him with his larger physique.

“Where you going pretty boy? Huh? You fill out that suit real well, don’t you?” he began to tighten the tie uncomfortably tight around the bro’s neck as the bro started to feel his body start to vibrate slightly. “I may have to borrow it at some point. I may have to borrow you, huh?”

The bro’s eyes closed tightly and he could feel the shakes begin to turn violently intense and could feel himself losing control of his body. He began shrinking and compressing, feeling his ripped body begin to be sucked into the small ring of fabric around his neck. His essence was finally sucked up into the fabric of the tie, as the rest of his dress clothes tumbled down to the ground.

Nelson dropped the still-tied tie into the hamper. He looked down at the rest of the dress clothes. They did look nice… He bent down and scooped them up into the hamper, too. ‘Waste not, want not,’ he thought, slinging the hamper back under his arm and walking up the stairs for some more jock shopping.

———

Brett was plowing away on some hot piece of ass from the sorority house across the street. He barely knew her name, even though this was the third time she was invited into his bed. He had to pause, swearing he heard something like several of his bros riding on a broken mechanical bull. ‘The hell’s going on out there?’ he thought. He wetly dislodged from his date and angrily put back on his briefs, tucking his wrapped hardon against his thigh, hearing her impatient protests as he marched towards the door to investigate the racket.

He threw open the door and saw several pieces of clothing strewn across the second floor. It looked like everyone had thrown off their clothes for the day and left them where they stood. At the top of the stairs, just about to descend, stood some vaguely familiar muscle-bound hunk, holding a hamperful of clothes and wearing nothing but a pair of performance briefs. Josh? Wait, weren’t those Josh’s briefs? He looked like Josh, but… not exactly. The hunk had a jockstrap and a tank top in his hand, which he put in the hamper, and looked up noticing Brett at his door.

“Brett!” the hunk called out from across the landing in a booming, joyful baritone. He stepped back up onto the second floor hall and adjusted his groin. “Just the stud I want to see.” He started walking towards Brett with confidence.

“Yeah, and just who the fuck are you, bro? We didn’t order laundry service.” Brett only now noticed the stillness and quiet in the house. Where was everyone?

“What, this?” he looked down at the hamper. “Nah, this is all mine.” he arrived at Brett’s door. “Wait, you seriously don’t recognize me, bro?” he looked down at Brett’s big erection in his briefs and peered behind him at the woman in the bed. “Woah, man, ‘stud’ indeed! Nice cock, great size, bro!” He waved at the woman in the bed, “Hey Tammy!” and she slowly waved back in utter confusion.

Brett studied this unfamiliar hunk’s face a bit and it suddenly clicked. That pencil pusher brainiac! The leader of that pack of know-it-all nerds! Earlier that week, he had chucked a condom full of piss at him and his buds from his BMW. Sent he and his bros into hysterics. Now he’s telling him he has a ‘nice cock?’ It’s absolutely true, but it’s not something Nelson would ever say. But this couldn’t have been him, the beast of a man standing before him would’ve instantly been pledged to the frat, no questions asked. Shit, he looked like Josh, and Josh was a fucking pussy king and an animal…

“Nelson?” he asked in genuine disbelief, and they both heard Tammy echo ‘Nelson?!’ from the bed.

“Bingo!” Nelson responded with a smirk.

He shot a beefy arm forward and fiercely cupped Brett’s hard junk over his briefs. Brett groaned in pain as Nelson squeezed his balls and still-hard cock in his strong, manly hands. “Ooohh, very nice cock, bro! Feels powerful! Feels potent! Wallis is gonna fucking love this!”

Wallis?! Nelson’s fruity nerdy friend?! Ain’t no way Nelson is getting out of this alive to tell his nerdy friends. Brett looked at the beefcake Nelson with fury and prepared to sock him between his glasses, but quickly realized his limbs were frozen where they are. Not that it would’ve mattered anyways, Nelson now way-outsized him. Nelson responded to his angry look with a devilish grin. Brett continued groaning in pain but his groans turned shaky as he started violently convulsing, as though his body was racked with a seizure. He’d never had a seizure before… He looked at Nelson with abject confusion and panic and Nelson couldn’t help but giggle. With one last whimper of panic, Brett’s body began shrinking into itself, his head collapsing down into his torso and his arms sinking into his body as he shrunk down into his waist, his legs shooting up into his briefs. Finally, the remainder of his body was sucked into the fabric of his briefs and Nelson had nothing to hold onto any longer. The light blue briefs fell limply to the floor, only a slightly used condom remained inside.

“Not so tough anymore, huh?” Nelson spoke down to the briefs as he bent over to scoop them into his hamper.

He looked up at Tammy, whose mouth was hanging open in disbelief. Nelson, that flimsy nerd who appeared so often in her economics classes, had shot up in height and stacked on like 2 men’s worth of muscle. Nelson studied her for a second. He had… altered, let’s say, her usual fuck buddy, so he may as well help her out. He fished the condom out of the briefs.

“Sorry about that, Tammy. You know, guy stuff,” he explained with a giggle as he smelled his fingers, admiring the musk Brett’s crotch left behind. She numbly shook her head, her mouth still hanging open. “Hey, to make it up to you, I wouldn’t mind tagging in where he left off. Would you like that?” he asked with a toothy grin, bouncing his pecs and flexing his arms for her to make his offer more enticing.

A faint smile appeared across her open mouth and she nodded her head more enthusiastically. Nelson may be a brainiac and a know-it-all, but now he looked like one who could really fuck her right.

“Super!” he chirped with boyish enthusiasm as he scooped the massive snake of a dick out of his, or rather Josh’s briefs, and started pumping it to its 10 inch long, coke can thick stiffness and walked towards the bed. He slid the condom on, the inside extra-slick with Brett’s pre, increasing his arousal. It barely fit over his cock. “Fair warning, though: I’m pretty big now, and I’m definitely bigger than Brett, from what I could feel back there. I hope he’s loosened you up enough for me!”

She stared at his massive wrapped meat and gulped as he hopped onto the bed and mounted her with his Herculean frame.

———

Wallis opened up his door and was shocked to see his best friend standing before him several feet taller and over a hundred pounds heavier than he last saw him, holding a hamper full of clothes and wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy performance briefs.

“Surprise!” Nelson boomed deeply and enthusiastically, flexing a massive arm and sticking his tongue out.

“Holy shit, Nelson, I can’t believe it worked!”

“Believe it, man!” he presented a the hamper of clothes to Wallis. “The gentlemen of Delta Tau Phi, at your pick.” he said with a bad English accent and grinned proudly at his handiwork.

Wallis excitedly took the hamper and welcomed the new and improved Nelson into his appartment so he wouldn’t get charged with indecent exposure and Nelson closed the door behind him.

Wallis set the hamper down on his couch. “Which one is Brett?”

“On top. Light blue briefs.” Nelson plopped himself down onto the loveseat across from Wallis. “He was mid-fuck when I got him. Had to use his half-used condom to finish off Tammy.” the two laughed at Brett’s misfortune.

“Ooooh, fun… Tammy from econ? That must’ve been nice. “

“She almost couldn’t handle my big dick,” Nelson said looking down at his crotch and squeezing his hardening cock. He looked at Wallis with a grin, “Think you can take it, babe?”

Wallis grinned back and reached down to play with the tip of Nelson’s dick over his briefs, making Nelson shudder, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

Wallis excitedly pulled the light blue briefs out and lowered his shorts and underwear, exposing himself in front of Nelson, save for his loose-fitting university t-shirt. Neither of them minded though; how Wallis looked now is not at all how Wallis would look in a few moments. Nelson couldn’t believe how much he was looking forward to watching Wallis undergo his changes. He brought his cock out and started stroking in anticipation, waiting for his friend to hulk out in front of him. Wallis blushed at him and pulled the briefs up to cup his modest junk and flat ass, and the changes began immediately.

He moaned as he shot up several inches in height, his legs and arms cracking and elongating to give him proportion. His face became more angular and grew more stubble, his hair straightening and thickening, mimicking Brett’s attributes but retaining Wallis’s features. Wallis moaned louder as literally every muscle group on his body positively exploded with new mass. His arms became toned and strong, his chest protruded and broadened, he felt deep ridges form on his belly as abs rose to the surface. His back broadened and rippled, his ass swelled behind him filling up the briefs, his calves grew thick and powerful, and his thighs burst into massive tree trunks. He could feel the final change coming so he whipped out his cock—hardened like hell from the transformation so far—out of the confines of the briefs started pumping it. As he stroked with panting breaths, Nelson also stroking passionately across from him, his dick grew longer and longer and longer, lengthening slowly but noticeably. Without warning, his dick then fattened thicker, nearly tripling its original thickness in half a second. Finally, he felt his balls swell enormously within the briefs. With rapid moans and tugging on his newly huge nuts, Wallis stepped forward closer to Nelson—who knew what was coming and opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in anticipation—and fired a copious load onto Nelson’s ripped abs, chest, face, and mouth. Nelson loudly reached climax seconds after, his own spunk showering down on himself in the same places, mixing with Wallis’s.

Wallis stood over Nelson panting as Nelson finished himself off. Wallis threw his head back and closed his eyes, experiencing the feeling of this new body, this new weight, this new height, this new fucking confidence. Nelson looked up at his friend, happy that he was finally able to experience this kind of orgasmic rush, this feeling of getting back at your tormentors by taking their essence and figures for yourself.

Nelson watched jizz slowly leak out of Wallis’s cock head and leaned forward to suck the cock of its excess and clean it. Wallis was shocked back to consciousness and moaned as he stroked Nelson’s hair. Nelson dislodged Wallis from his mouth with a slurping *pop* and swallowed, leaning back into his chair to smile pleasingly at his friend.

Wallis returned the smile and pulled his briefs back over his tool and stumbled back, collapsing heavily on his coffee table, hearing wood crack and splinter beneath him. He chuckled, clearly he would need an adjustment period to get used to his new weight. He looked back and leaned an arm against the hamper of clothes.

“This for the rest of the boys?” Wallis asked, gesturing behind him.

“Yyyyep!” Nelson replied as he grabbed a folded rag from the table next to him and started wiping himself off.

“Huh,” Wallis responded. He looked back at the clothes. There seemed to be more than enough for their friend group. Plenty of life-altering fabrics were mixed together in the hamper. Enough that they could….

“Say,” Wallis started, Nelson looked up from wiping himself off to hear what his buddy was thinking. Wallis brought a huge hand up and stuck a thumb behind him. “What, uh… what happens if you wear more than one at a time?”

Nelson raised his eyebrows, surprised by the question. He sat thinking for a moment. He had never considered the possibility. “… Honestly? Not quite sure…”

Wallis looked down at the pile of clothes again with greed and then back at Nelson, biting his lip. His cock began to swell once more. They exchanged a knowing glance with one other.

“Wanna experiment?” Wallis asked.

“Fuck yes, I do.” Nelson answered, hardly letting Wallis finish his question.

The two shot up and started rummaging through the hamper, bringing out gym shorts, tanks, boxers, anything.

Freshman at Maxford U

Try as he might, Wes couldn’t figure out what he was thinking when he agreed to this stupid road trip. He knew it made sense logistically. He, John, Trent, and Phineas had all been accepted to the same small college, were all traveling to their new school at the same time, and had each had had their stuff sent ahead courtesy of the schools incredibly generous moving policy. Considering all that together, plus the fact that John had a nice, new, roomy sedan, it only made sense for the 4 young men to travel up to their new school together. What didn’t make sense was why Wes had willingly agreed to spend four straight hours with the three most annoying people in the world. 

Wes had never been the type of person to get easily annoyed, and certainly wasn’t an aggressive or confrontational person. When it came down to it, Wes was incredibly, almost painfully average. The 18 year old had average looks, average grades, an average physique, and an average life. But being patient and understanding was one of the few areas in life that Wes had always excelled at. Wes wasn’t sure why he had a tendency to keep his cool when others couldn’t, but had long suspected it had at least a little to do with him having 3 much younger sisters.  After years of tea parties and late night talks with tween girls, Wes had learned a lot about being sensitive and showing empathy. He had thought that maybe his patience would make being on the road with the other 3 teenagers more bareable, but he was quickly proven wrong. Despite Wes’ trademark patience, John, Trent, and Phineas were all driving him absolutely crazy, and worst of all they were all doing it in completely different ways. 

The driver, John, was making Wes crazy by being his usual, aggravatingly uptight, self. Wes knew John better than he knew Trent or Phineas, John having shared a few classes with him in the past, and usually got along well with John. They weren’t friends exactly, but they were acquaintances, and John usually didn’t mind how high strung the black haired teen could be. The issue was that, since they were all on a long car trip in John’s shiny, brand new sedan, John’s uptight attitude had come to an all time high.at the moment since it was his sedan they were in. John had bought the new car himself after saving up for over 2 years, and had been treating it like his baby since the moment he bought it. For the 3 hours that had already passed on their road trip, they hadn’t been allowed to eat in the car, hadn’t been allowed to drink in the car, hadn’t been allowed to recline the seats even slightly, and hadn’t been allowed to mess with the AC, or even do as little as adjust the direction of the car fans. The worst part was that John had forced him to sit in the back with the others, insisting that he needed the front passengers seat for his own stuff. That all could have been fine, albeit very uncomfortable, if Wes hadn’t been stuck between Trent and Phineas.

Trent and Phineas weren’t as uptight as John, and neither of them had particularly grating personalities or habits that made them annoying. Trent was a stereotypical skater/stoner, the kind of guy who cared very little about anything that wasn’t skating or smoking, though he did have a surprisingly artistic side he showed to those who got to know him a bit better. Phineas on the other hand was a stereotypical JROTC kid, an uptight guy who treated everyone like they were in the military and tried to enforce order everywhere he could. They were both ok guys, and Wes liked them both just fine. What was annoying about the two of them is that they were identical twins, ones that were almost constantly arguing. It was almost laughable how stereotypical their relationship was, twin brothers who were complete opposites and were constantly at odds, or at least it would be funny if John wasn’t literally stuck between the two as they argued about whatever stupid thing they were fighting about. He wasn’t sure his eardrums could take any more of their yelling, or that his shoulders could handle them using him to shove each other. 

Wes was just grateful that they were almost there, and was already fantasizing about getting out of the cramped car and exploring his new school. He didn’t actually know much about Maxford University, and neither did anyone else he asked about it. He hadn’t found anything strange online though, and it was hard to turn down a full scholarship, so he had accepted, just like the others. As Wes’ eyes glazed over the ‘one mile till Maxford’ sign, he fantasized about making new and like minded friends, exploring his passion for physics, finding a nice girl or guy to date, and never, ever getting into a car with any of these people again. This entire road trip…

… Had been fucking awesome! West knew that going to college with his three best bros, Johnny, T-bone, and Finn, was going to be awesome, but getting to drive up there with them, talking about sports and chicks while relaxing in his best friend Johnny’s sports car? It was fucking badass!  He leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head, subtly flexing his biceps and resting his feet on the dashboard as he smirked at Johnny, who playfully rolled his eyes at him.

“What did I say about putting your feet on my dashboard bro?” Johnny asked playfully. West smirked as he responded, knowing that Johnny wasn’t being serious. 

“Only to do it when I’ve got a girl riding my cock.” West said, causing both of them to laugh arrogantly and fist bump, their muscular arms flexing as they did. 

Inside the head of the muscular douchebag jock that was now sitting shotgun in the transformed car, the original Wes began to panic. What the absolute heck had happened? He couldn’t control his body, which from what he could see looked nothing like how he usually did. He was suddenly acting like John was his best friend, and could vaguely remember that they were both on his high school's football team? It was like one moment he was himself, and the next he was just a voice in the back of the head of someone he didn’t even recognize. Like they had all just been… transformed. 

As Wes tried in vain to get control over his body, West smirked as Johnny pulled into the school's parking lot. He suavely got out of the car, his bros behind him, and winked at a passing sorority chick as he did, sending her into a fit of ditzy giggles. West wasn’t like Wes, as where Wes was completely average, West was fucking exceptional. He excelled at everything he tried, every sport, every hobby. He was popular, charming, athletic, and even fairly smart, at least by jock standards. His only flaw was his temper, and according to him only pathetic losers thought being aggressive was a flaw. Plus, it wasn’t like he ever got in trouble for it. A guy as cool as him could get away with beating up fags every once in a while.

As West strut through the campus with his bros and headed towards the dorms, he took in the campus. Maxford U was the perfect school for a guy like West: a party school with a huge sports culture, filled with buff jocks who were just like West. It was almost weird how few nerds there were in the school, but West didn’t waste his time thinking about dumbass shit like that. He knew that no matter how many other jocks went here, he’d be the big man on campus in no time. After all, he had the best crew in the world watching his back.

While Wes hadn’t been particularly close to John, Trent or Phineas, West considered Johnny, T-bone and Finn to be his best bros in the fucking world! They had known each other since they were kids, and were practically brothers. As West reminisced about his brothers and imagined the epic days ahead of them, Wes couldn’t help but gawk at the differences between the guys he knew and the jocks they had become.

While John had been ridiculously uptight, Johnny was almost the exact opposite. Johnny was an incredibly chill guy, always willing to go with the flow and follow his bro’s – usually West’s specifically – lead. John had always been the kind of guy to go along with anything, which was how he ended up West’s right hand man and partner in all sorts of mischief growing up. The one thing Johnny did have in common with John was that they both loved their car, though even that wasn’t exactly the same. John loved his sensible sedan because he was a ‘responsible young man’ who wanted to keep his first car clean so it would last him as long as possible. Johnny, however, loved his bright red sports car because he was a total fucking gearhead who loved getting his hands dirty in an engine, and using his flashy ride to go cruising for pussy. Wes watched, through West’s eyes, as Johnny fell into place right next to him, the two bros swaggering across the quad with an unearned cocky confidence that looked like it was engraved into their very being. 

As shocking as the change to John had been, Trent and Phineas, or T-Bone and Finn, seemed to have gone through an even more intense change. The two had become dumb jocks like West and Johnny had, but they had also become completely identical. The two had been identical twins before, of course, but now they were truly identical, to the point they were almost interchangeable. As long as West had known them, T-Bone and Finn had been absolutely identical, in both looks and personality. Both dumb, muscular, blond meatheads who cared about nothing more than playing football and fucking bitches. Sometimes West wondered if they even remembered which of them was which, since both of the brothers were also dumb as shit, but if he was being honest it didn’t really matter. They were both solid bros, and having two super muscular dumbasses in his crew made it so no one messed with them. As West’s cocky strut slowed to a crawl as he passed by a group of scantily dressed sorority girls, his eyes traveling over them like they were pieces of meat. Internally Wes felt a rush of embarrassment and disgust as his eyes involuntarily fixated on the girl with the biggest tits, tracing over her curves as he gave a lurid smirk. Wes was bisexual, so it wasn’t that he was unused to finding girls attractive or anything, but the way West looked at these girls, silently ranking them in his head and deciding which one he was going to pump and dump first, horrified Wes. He’d never be this disrespectful to a girl, to anyone! Still, Wes was powerless as West confidently strutted over to the sorority sisters, and gave an unsuspecting one a quick slap to her ass. The girl let out a yelp of surprise, before turning around and coming face to face with West. Well, face to face wasn’t entirely accurate. Whatever had turned Wes into a total beefcake had also given him a great deal of extra height, making it so the blonde bombshell in front of him only came up to his meaty pecs. The girl looked slightly shocked by West’s bold approach, but moaned slightly as West’s manly hand, which had once again made its way to her juicy ass, squeezed her ass roughly. 

“Hey there. Names West. I’m new here. But I think I’m going to have a fuck ton of fun.” West said, his voice a rich, manly purr that sent visible shivers through the girl's body as she tried to repress her obvious lust. West grinned cockily, excited for his first college fuck. Wes was less excited… but he couldn’t deny the feeling of West’s thick cock snaking its way down his tight jeans and pressing against his own, muscular tigh felt fucking amazing. 

—

Wes couldn’t believe that he, or rather his new, strange, meathead counterpart called West, was currently fucking the hottest blond girl he had ever seen in the handicap stall of a mens bathroom. Wes couldn’t believe how good it felt, and furthermore couldn’t believe how good he was at it. West’s muscles flexed and cock throbbed almost violently as he literally lifted the big tittied blonde up and down on his footlong, fist thick cock like she was a sex doll, well she tried to repress her own moaning so they wouldn’t be caught. West didn’t care enough to try and stop to masculine groans of pleasure that came out of him as he roughly fucked the bimbo before him. Why would he? He wasn’t worried about getting fucking caught. Hell, if anyone did see that he had already gotten a sophomore sorority chick to let him fuck her stupid on the first day, it’s probably improve his reputation. Maybe if another guy came in they could spit roast her together or something. West was no goddamned fag, but watching a girl choke on a cock while getting fucked by another one was always fun. Wes was overwhelmed by the rush of lustful, dirty thoughts that filled West’s mind, feeling almost smothered by the sensation of a slutty bitch on his cock. This was, for Wes at least, his first time, and well it wasn’t anything like he imagined, it was fucking epic. Wes was so enamoured with the feeling of pussy on his cock that he didn’t realize that the flood of West’s lustful thoughts, combined with the memories of West’s own previous conquest, was literally pushing him further down into West’s subconscious, at least not until it was too late. Wes knew, instinctively, that he couldn’t be fully destroyed, but he could feel himself being pulled down, feel himself becoming fully, truly West as the studly jock started to rocket out of blonde even harder, driving more moans out of her as she herself approached climax, her long nail racking down his massive pecs and leaving light red lines down them as she did. West smirked dominantly as he bottomed out inside her wet pussy, kissing her roughly before giving a single command.

“Cum, bitch.”

With a loud slutty moan, the girl squirted on West’s giant cock, pleasure wracking her body to the point she almost went limp from the overwhelming feeling. West laughed slightly, before shooting his own cum deep inside her, ropes of cum escaping from his huge, thick balls and filling her up to the brim. Normally West would have used a condom, since he wasn’t looking to knock some bitch up, but he did get a certain satisfaction of watching his cup drip from the girls well fucked hole as he pulled his monster baby maker from her body. He pulled up his pants, shoving his still half hard cock into his underwear before swaggering off, leaving the fucked out girl sitting on the floor of the bathroom, half naked and fuck drunk. It occurred to him, or at least to a very small voice in the back of his head, that he had never actually learned that girl's name.

—

“Bro, did you seriously get someone to ride your cock already? We’re not even moved in yet.” Johnny said with a smirk as West entered the suite the four jocks would be sharing, the cocky and familiar spring in West’s step letting Johnny know his best friend had just gotten laid. West chuckled slightly as he gave Johnny a fist bump. 

“What can I say man? You know girls can’t resist all this.” West said with a cocky smirk as he groped his own bulge, getting a dumb guffaw from Johnny as he did. “So, where are the twins? Already hitting the cafeteria up? I swear those two have got, like, bottomless pits in their stomachs or something.” West continued as he started to unpack his stuff, putting his showy, athletic clothing in his dresser and putting up some posters of his bodybuilding idols.

“I know bro. I don’t get how they eat that much and still have goddamned abs.” Johnny said with a chuckle as he started putting some of his own stuff out, setting up his PS5 in the common room and putting his favorite, signed baseball up on one of the shelves where it’d be relatively safe.  “So, dude, we need to talk about what's next. One of the most important parts of college.” Johnny continued, shooting West a knowing grin. The two had been dreaming of college since they were high school freshmen, and apart from the endless sex with sorority girls and the glory of college football, there was one thing they were looking forward to more than anything. Joining a fucking badass frat. Even when they were younger the two jocks had known that they, and the other two members of their crew, were destined to be some of the douchiest, manliest frat boys ever. And to do that, they were going to need to get into the douchiest, manliest frat they could find. “Ok bro, so I have just the damn frat in mind. Mu Alpha Chi. They’re the most popular frat on campus, they’ve got the coolest dudes, they throw best parties, and they get all the hottest girls, and they’re all absolutely fucking ripped.” Johnny said, having spent the hour and a half West had used to fuck that girl researching. “There is a problem though bro. This school is, well, way fucking cooler than we thought.” 

“The fuck are you talking about bro? We’re practically the size of seniors, and we’re hot as fuck. Frats are going to be begging us to join them!” West said with his usual, cocky smile.

“At any other school you’d be right bro. But Maxford U is a step up from most places. Apparently sports are super important to the town, so almost every guy here is a goddamn stud. Schools got a fucking nerd shortage or somthing, huhu.” Johnny explained with a dumb chuckle. Something in the back of West mind itched, like he was trying to remember something, but he brushed it off. Maxford being a kickass awesome place was something for another time. Right now, he needed to figure out how he and his bros were going to stand out. “If we want to get into MAX, we’ve got to do something to make a damned good impression. Being a stud jock isn’t enough here. We’ve got to prove we’re fucking legends.” West said determinedly, an almost thoughtful look on his perfectly chiseled face. “MAX usually has this absolutely massive party on the first night to kick off pledge week, and scout out potential new pledges. If we do something big there, getting in should be a damned cakewalk.” West continued

“Ok, but, like, what should we do bro? They’re not going to be impressed by most of our usual tricks.” Johnny said, thinking aloud

“We’ll do this one by one. If we’re going to stand out, we can’t do it all together. All 4 of us have to stand out in a different way. Or, well, 3 of us. Making T-Bone and Finn act different would be like goddamned pulling teeth.” West said with a slight chuckle “OK… I think I’ve got it.” West said with a mischievous grin. 

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West had known from the start that the best way to make Johnny stick out was his car. Sure, a lot of frat boys had cool cars, usually bought for them by their rich dads as gifts or something like that, but most frat boys didn’t know how to dismantle an engine with their eyes closed and a girl's mouth around their cock. Johnny did. West wasn’t going to make him lean into the gearhead thing, since coming off as too eager, fake or showy was a damn good way to annoy the seniors into blackballing them, but figured having Johnny park his car close to the frat house was enough to get some attention. Johnny wasn’t exactly thrilled about having his ‘baby’ so close to the chaos of a frat party, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t cleaned puked up beer out of his car before. T-bone and Finn could both drink with the best of them, but when they got drunk, they got drunk off their asses. That was how West planned to get them in. If Johnny was the gearhead, T-bone and Finn would be the party animals. They could drink and eat a lot more than anyone would think looking at them, so long as they didn’t go too hard and smash someone's TV (again) they’d probably be fine. What West hadn’t quite figured out was how he was going to stand out. Sure, he was fucking amazing. He had huge muscles, was incredible at sports, could get a bitch addicted to his cock without even trying, and was one handsome fucking bastard. But, everyone here was a sporty stud. Even if he was better than average, that wasn’t going to cut it. He needed to fucking stand out. As the party got into swing, and his bros started making the strong impression he knew they could make, West couldn’t help but feel almost… average. He fucking hated it. No way was he going to screw this up. He had to show everyone here that he was a fucking alpha, and as his eyes landed on a firey redhead being chatted up by one of the senior frat boys, he figured out how. 

West had noticed throughout the party that, well most of the girls at the party were throwing themselves at the frat boys, one of the girls seemed to be ignoring them. It was a little weird to be honest. Every time a guy would come up to her and start chatting her up, she’d get this sultry look in her eyes, only to shake her head, like she was trying to come out of a sort of strange sleep, and walk away. Wes, who had finally had enough time to reassert himself into a higher part of West’s subconscious, realized that the girl was also a freshman, and seemed to be resisting whatever effect Maxford had. Wes realized that, if he could talk to her as Wes, even for a moment, he might find an ally who could help him escape this crazy place. West, however? He saw a challenge, a mountain no one else had been able to climb. A way to make him stand out. He sauntered over to the redhead, a sleazy, half drunk smirk on his face as he did, and purposely got as close to the girl as he could, cornering her against a doorway.

“Hey there…” West said, leering at the girl's voluptuous body as he grinned a cocky, swarmy grin. “What’s your name red?” He asked casually, brushing away some of her hair out of her face and letting him get a better look at her emerald green eyes. The redheaded girl bit her lip slightly, looking down shyly for a moment as she did. “Kara.” She said, almost licking her lips as she looked over West’s perfectly sculpted muscles and handsome, smug face. Internally, Wes recognizes this was before her regular self was able to assert whatever influence she had over the bimbo she had become. If he wanted to get her alone so that they could talk, he needed to make sure West kept her attention, and needed to make sure they could get away from the damned party. There were way too many distractions. And if West was going to seduce someone who didn’t react to his usual sleaze… Wes would need to give him some help. As West and Kara continued to vapidly flirt, Wes fought his way forward. It was like swimming in molasses, but he managed to push forward just enough to make a small suggestion, one that appeared almost like an intrusive thought inside West’s mind.

“Hey, why don’t we go somewhere private? I heard there's this one room upstairs. It’s supposed to have some ‘history of the town’ bullshit in it, so it’ll definitely be empty.” West lied with a lustful, almost lecherous grin. West wasn’t sure why, but a small part of him figured that she might be interested in learning about the town, and that mentioning a fake room like that could help get her to come with him. Kara’s eyes widened slightly, and Wes could almost see the gleam of whoever Kara really was inside of them, before the look faded and Kara giggled vapidly.

“That sounds like fun. Lead the way.” She said with a wink, grabbing West arm and feeling up his massive bicep as he led her upstairs. Wes could feel his influence fading fast as West’s libido kicked into high gear, the feeling of her light hands worshipping his bicep enough to get his massive cock to begin to harden. Wes fought to keep control, fought through every agonizing moment as West led the girl up the stairs, through the hallway, and to one of the few spare bedrooms the exclusive frat left open for parties like this. He held tight to West’s slippery consciousness as the door closed with a click. He turned, Wes trying to force West to speak, to say something to let Kara or whoever she really was know he was fighting too. And then, he felt Kara’s dainty hand group his fat, thick bulge, sending a thrill of pleasure down his spine and shooting Wes back down, deep into West’s subconscious. West grabbed Kara by her pretty red hair and pulled her into a deep, dominant kiss, and it wasn’t long till both had their shirts off, West’s muscular arms, shoulders and chest on display as she showed off her barely covered tits. West reached out without hesitation and groped the girl's tits, making her moan deeply as he stripped away her grab with one hand and played with her massive titties with the other. Fuck he loved college girls. And now that he had managed to catch the eye of the one girl at the party who had been giving everyone the cold shoulder, the Mu Alpha Chi’s would be bound to notice him. 

Almost two hours later, West emerged from the spare bedroom, a sheen of sweat across his still shirtless body, and a fuck drunk Kara plastered to his side, giggling dumbly as she continued to feel up his bicep and kiss him muscles. He smirked smugly as they returned to the party, noticing the impressed and respectful looks from the frat brothers. He grinned as a clearly drunk T-Bone and Finn came over, both cheering as they did. “Broooo! You fucking caught the white whale! Now that you’re, like, fat or anything.” T-Bone said with a chuckle, punching West on the shoulder. Kara pouted playfully at his words, but continued to feel up West, too focused on her lust to worry. “Fuck yeah bro. She’s hot as hell. I think it’s like a thing for a book or something. Anyways, everyone at the party is talking about you bro! You totally fucking did it!” Finn said with a smirk, his body half draped over T-Bone’s shoulder as he drunkenly congratulated West

“What can I say, I know how to keep a girl interested.” West said smugly, winking at Kara, who giggled and blushed, before pulling the redhead into a deep, dominant kiss. “Y’know, you and I should do that again sometime. Most girls can’t handle me for that long, but you… You’re something special.” West said, making the lust-struck Kara almost melt at his words. He kissed her again, and then sent her off with a loud smack to her juicy ass. Soon, West, T-Bone, Finn, and Johnny had met up again.

“Ok bros, I talked with one of the frat brother, and I can’t promise anything, but I’m pretty much certain we’re fucking in. You were right West, they fucking loved my car. Spent about an hour chatting about her engine with one of the seniors, and then another talking about my last hookup in that car, huhu.” Johnny said with a cocky smirk.

“Fucking awesome bro.” West said, chest bumping Johnny. Suddenly, Johnny got a strange look on his face, almost like the one West could vaguely remember Kara making before.

“Hey, uh, I heard there was this party just out of town. You guys wanna go hit it up?” Johnny asked, his usually loud and wild self somewhat more controlled than before. West considered it for a moment, before a sudden rush of certainty filled him.

“Hell no bro.” West said to Johnny’s surprise “This party isn’t close to over, and there’s no way I’m giving up all this pussy beer to go to some lame party outside town.” West said “Plus, we’re drunk as fuck. No way are any of us driving your sports car like this.”

Johnny looked like he wanted to object for a moment, but whatever was bugging him faded, and he quickly went back to doing what he always did, following his best bros lead “I guess you’re right bro. Why leave town when we’ve got everything we need right here?” He said, playfully winking at a drunken sorority girl standing a little bit away

The Reality Rewriter: Cosplayer To Cop

Jameson’s hands drummed the steering wheel of his car in a mix of frustration and nervousness as he drove down the deserted country road. His original plan, to drive all night to get from his house to the convention center, was now clearly a big mistake, as the road he thought would be a straight shortcut now seemed to be only wide open fields in the glow of his car’s headlights.

He knew that his decision to begin the long drive to the convention at the end of the day, instead of at the beginning like he had originally planned, was a horrible idea, but he had done it anyway. His ticket had been paid in full, and the first day of the convention was going to be prime time for the reveal of his handmade cosplay for the annual competition held there. He would have left earlier, but he had gotten so busy writing that paper earlier that he didn’t even notice the time. So he made the stupid decision of leaving late in the day, and the even stupider decision of taking this weird, mind numbingly long shortcut.

An hour ago, he had been stuck in a horrible traffic jam, heavily considering just cutting it early and turning around to go home or to a hotel. Being a day late might be worth it, if it meant not having to spend the rest of the night fighting off exhaustion and risking a car accident. Maybe. However, Jameson had happened to see an off ramp that was being strangely ignored, and decided to take the shortcut and escape his traffic nightmare. For the last hour he had been driving on what he thought was a shortcut that others didn’t want to enter, simply because the GPS directed them elsewhere. It was only once he saw the glow of light in the distance he was flooded with relief that his decision wasn’t a waste, managing to vaguely make out the lights of a town, albeit a small one.

Jameson briefly glanced at the phone, seeing the GPS still showed no town up ahead, and that according to his phone all that was in front of him was a bare patch of green. It wasn’t completely abnormal for a small town to be ignored by GPS, but for some reason the whole thing made him feel oddly nervous. Whatever, he thought as with a simple swipe, the application was shut down and he continued his drive. 

A town that wasn’t noticeable by GPS, in this part of the country, sounded weirdly familiar to the cosplayer, but he couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t until Jameson recalled the town sign that he had just passed that it clicked. ‘Now Entering the Town of Maxford.’ and, In an ‘oh shit moment’, Jameson slammed on the brakes. It was too late though. He had passed into the city limits.

The tires and the wards he had conjured onto his car screeched as he stopped dead on the dirt road. There was no time to switch to reverse and leave because the immense magical force right outside pressing in from everywhere began compressing the wards to break; his car shuddered with the changes wracking it everywhere all at once.

“Shit!” Jameson cursed as a rapid tingling feeling rose in waves all over his body, the magic of Maxford flooding and displacing his own, pushing itself deeper than he thought it could. His vision blurred, and the heat suffusing his body felt so good as if he was getting a heated massage. His vision cleared, the heat ebbed away, and Jameson sat in stupor.

You see, Jameson wasn’t an average person. Jameson was what's known as a reality warper, a human with the strange ability to morph reality to his whim, and one of the few magical entities in the world trying to lay low and keep his ability to himself. That was the only real limitation of his ability; he could only alter his own reality in a limited bubble of what he owned. The paper he had written, the reality warping spell that made him tireless for the night, was now burned up in the face of this magical behemoth.

“Fuck.” Jameson said, his voice now both familiar yet unfamiliar to himself. It was now deeper, both in octave and tone, almost performatively masculine. He looked down to see for himself what had happened, and it confirmed the number of similar stories he had already read online. He had been transformed, like everyone who entered the strange town of Maxford, into a sexy, traditional, conservative, athletic, straight version of themselves.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Almost transformed into a straight version of himself, he corrected internally. His awareness of the reality changes, his memories, and most importantly his mind, had been shielded from the changes by his own magic powers, compressed as of now. He had gone from an average cosplayer to a beefy straight man, a beefy straight cop if what he saw in the rearview mirror was anything to go by. His body had transformed, his clothing had transformed, even his beat-up second-hand car had been transformed into a sleek, state-of-the-art police cruiser.

He could feel the new memories stick to his consciousness like barnacles on a ship, vaguely staying outside his sphere of power, not invasive but vivid enough that he could easily recall them as if they were his own. The vague memory of his new identity rapidly became clearer as he focused; these new memories, in particular, were of him as a muscular, cocky police officer named Officer James, a man who loved to play the hero, abuse his power to uphold traditionalist conservative values, and had an insatiable libido for women, especially those who were sluts for the badge, and who fit his idea of a proper wife.

He should, and would, have been disgusted by his new memories and thought, if his body didn’t react to it favorably, the magnum sized cock in his pants thickening visibly. His magic managed to protect his mind, but everything that was physical about him had been reforged to fit Maxford to a tee. He could feel that his new personality was completely different in comparison to his true self, a cocky smirk forming as he inspected his handsome reflection in the rear-view mirror and felt the heat of his bulging muscles under his uniform.

Despite the urge to admire his new muscles and stay here, Jameson changed gears to reverse and sped back through the city limits. The weird feelings intensified, as if the town was trying to keep him there, and a small voice in his head said it didn’t matter that he’d miss the stupid convention, and that if he left he’d be unable to get a woman on his rod. Jameson ignored it, and in an instant his own power expanded back into its rightful vessel with a reviving flow; everything had reverted to normal again.

For a minute, Jameson pondered his choices. He could drive the two hours back to the main highway, get back into the traffic, which he knew would still be awful and still miss the cosplay competition anyways, which was his main reason for going to the convention anyways. Or… he could do something else for the day. There it was, right in front of him, a magical city rumored online that turned people into hot straight people, and Jameson grimaced at the idea of just turning his back on it. He had always loved hearing about other transformations, and had longed to investigate one up close. Plus, his power was able to protect his true self. Making his decision, Jameson steered himself back towards the town, and drove right back into the city limits.

The sensation of having sculpted muscles, overbearing testosterone, and a cocky, douchebag personality felt fucking amazing! It took him all his newfound disciplined self to not cover his dashboard with his virile seed while driving with one hand and instead wait a few minutes for him to drive into town. Fucking hell, he had stumbled into the magical goddamned town rumored online on his vacation. One that managed to, at least to some degree, turn him into a manly, muscular, straight cop, and a horny one at that. The gay Jameson had never even thought about women except in certain circumstances, but Officer James could tell his now much larger and definitely straight cock needed some fucking pussy.

Officer James tapped his phone to open the maps app again, surprised but not unexpected to see his own smug mug flexing on the lock screen. The password remained the same, but to his disappointment, there was no internet reception. His scowl was deep enough for irritation to stack with his incessant need fuck. Something attractive caught his eye, his drive coming to a crawl as he noticed a blonde woman in a tight pink crop top, a short skirt, heels, and thick makeup.

James’ eyes raked over the woman's body, his eyes landing on her massive tits. Fuck, being a straight meathead was so weird, but… good. It felt ridiculously good to be so cocky and full of unrestrained lust. His imagination ran wild as scenes of that stupid slut moaning like a bitch in heat while bent over the hood of the cruiser with him pounding her pussy. He tried to pull his mind out of the gutter, even though it was very hard, and reminded himself he didn’t actually want to stop. But he did anyway.

The blonde didn’t seem to notice him as he stopped his cruiser beside her and rolled down his windows, not until a wolf whistle escaped his lips before he realised what he had just done, coming out like an ingrained habit. Clearing his throat, Jameson asked a question to try and undo the awkwardness. “Hey there miss. Do you know where I can get a map of this town?”

The way the bib tittied blonde bit her lip told him very little about where to find a map, and a lot about what the woman really wanted. “Yes, Officer, I have a map you can explore~” she said with the sultriness of a succubus, her hands roaming across her body and down to her waistline as Officer James felt his eye undressed her without meaning to. He should have diverted his eyes, tried to steel the conversation back to getting a map, yet he licked his lips as his earlier lust came roaring back, filling him with the need for a good fuck.

“Is that a pistol in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Officer?” she says, leaning into the cruiser’s window with her tits now eye level with him. He knows he shouldn’t indulge, that he’d never do this to a woman. He had to find a way to stop this before he did something stupid. His hands roamed to his cuffs. Yes, he’d arrest her, put her in the back of the cruiser, and state her rights to remain silent. That made sense, right?

It was a haze of heated action that spurred him on. She was in the back seat, he was on top of her, unbuckling his belt. “I might have contrabands in my pants, Officer... You need to check me out…” She said with a slutty giggle that made the muscular cop almost growl with lust.

Officer James was already pulling her pants down, acting entirely on instinct that felt natural for this body, for this reality. His mind knows the truth, but his body says otherwise. The cruiser jumped and rocked, as the grunts of a dominant man and the moans of a satisfied woman echoed out from the cruiser.

He could always get back to investigating later. Maybe he’d even take the second day of the convention off so he could keep looking into things. But as for now, he’d give himself a moment to…indulge. ---

You might have noticed that this story is a little different from my usual stuff. The story I'm reporting on here was actually sent to me by James himself. He's a friend of mine in the TF Reporting community, and a really good guy. He told me he was planning on continuing his investigation into Maxford, and that he would be posting any updates he has on his own blog at @ghostwritesmuscles

I'm proud of my friend for being so adventurous, but I'm a little worried. Places like Maxford can be really dangerous, especially once you spend more time there...

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Jameson reporting from within Maxford. Well, Officer James now. I have a strong need to write it as a police report now that I've been given a whole new identity. It's decidedly easier not to force myself out of it.

December 17th, 3:56AM.

That was the time recorded when I decided to drive to the Convention Center in my basic grey Sedan. About 4 hours prior, wrote myself an excerpt that retconned my body to have had a good long nap before the drive instead of staying awake among other things.

I've limited its effects to only my body, thus my suitcases and the like were not undone. Such is the way my magic works, and as such was able to drive with a perfectly serviced vehicle. However, a large traffic jam had diverted me onto an oddly unmarked road on the GPS.

It was 6:21 AM when I finished up with that woman in the back of my cruiser, and with how rough I had been with her, she was ragged and had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Pumped a couple loads into her, might be a big mistake, but honestly couldn't bring myself to care.

Sent her home after checking her ID and registrations, her address was quite close-by. Thankfully, she woke up and walked back into her apartment on her own. Should've helped her, but it came as an afterthought after I drove away and remembered my true moral values.

What was odd is the town's magic, it surfaced a vague memory that was fake. Recalled memories of a faith I do not exactly follow that if she were to get pregnant, marriage with her would follow. Shook my thoughts away from it, but it burned in the back of my mind quite vividly.

I've noticed how the vague memories that were recalled became vivid, almost undiscernible from my own memories had it not for my own magic having kept them outside my sphere of power. Chose to not recall any vague memories at that point.

The local library was instead my next go to spot for information, trusted that their books held good information instead of my own brain. It took me a while to find it, Maxford seems to not hold much regard for information archives except for the colleges and universities.

An hour is the only duration inside the book-filled library. My body buzzed with energy that was habitually set, became too antsy to stay still inside the dork center. Had to check out of the library with some books in tow, throwing them into the back of my cruiser beside my suitcases.

Had to check my belongings, it didn't surprise me that it felt right to have my police uniform and firearm stored in the back. Fished out a set of tank tops and gym shorts from it, which promptly reminded me of a now vivid memory of routinely hitting the gym in the morning.

The town had plenty of gyms to visit, found earlier in the search for the library. It felt natural for a paid walk-in, then performed multiple workouts purely from muscle memory. Burned off all of the energy that had distracted me in the library.

My shock was palpable when tattoos appeared on my forearms, spirals and shapes which was vaguely recognized. Rationally, figured that thanks to my wards, Maxford's magic couldn't fully manifest onto me. Took a selfie for reference later. The lighting inside made my skin much paler than expected.

Had a good time with the workout, it managed a good pump and granted quite the strong sense of masculinity. The feeling of the burn evoked a sense of satisfaction that the thought of registering for a membership briefly crossed my mind, but I shook it off since I am not staying.

The gym was almost empty in the morning, only a few gym patrons were about. Managed to strike up some conversation with them, though their responses were to be expected. Anything outside of gym, women, and their masculinity were not their interest.

Had almost walked out of the gym without a shower, it simply didn't cross my mind as I was not a gym goer before. Had a quick wank in the showers and left the gym with a clean body, though shirtless yet proud of my upper body before having exited the premises. Did not want the sweaty tank-top ruining my hygiene.

Alarms should have blared in my head when I found no books in my cruiser, and instead a rather secure black bag. Inside were creatine, a tub of whey isolates, and to my surprise, a variety of steroids. PEDs that I recalled to having taken in cycles.

I present you with my first completely original story in over a year! I’m feeling a little rusty but I’m happy with how this one turned out overall. Hopefully a lot of you will agree. Enjoy!

Gerald sighed as he sat outside his usual coffee shop on a Friday evening. He stared down at his coffee, eyes heavy after yet another unfulfilling day. He always told himself he should be grateful. At 43 years old he’d secured himself a very well paying job as a financial advisor which he was pretty damn good at. And yet he never felt satisfied. Especially over the last few years. Gerald would finish with his clients for the day and suddenly find himself sinking into a pit of discontent. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was wasting his life somehow.

He pulled out his phone after taking a sip of coffee. In an effort to forget his own sorrow, he opened up the first social media app that caught his eye and started scrolling. It helped for a while. That is until he stumbled across the profile of a young hunk. He was handsome, had great hair, thick muscles, and loads of tattoos. Practically the polar opposite of Gerald who was unremarkable in every way. He could barely stand to look at his own flabby aging body nowadays. So whenever he saw these gorgeous younger men online, he found himself drowning in envy. Wishing he’d had what they do. Wishing he’d made different choices when he was their age.

He could’ve been a stud had he ever bothered to go to the gym. He could’ve been an athlete had he pursued sports like his father tried telling him to. Even if he didn’t become a star, he might’ve at least felt more proud to look back on his past. Now when he looked back all he could see was a younger version of himself wasting his youth.

Gerald glanced up from his phone for a moment to grab his cup again when another man caught his eye. He was seated not far away and seemed to be glancing in his direction though it was hard to tell behind the sunglasses.

The man looked to be a similar age to Gerald, maybe a little older, but he was far more attractive. Perfect salt and pepper hair that seemed to glow in the sunlight. An immaculate beard that was surprisingly dark compared to the hair above with the exception of his chin where it turned a snowy white. He was alluring in a way that made it hard for Gerald to look away. He must’ve stared at the man for a good minute or so before he was snapped out of it when the handsome figure stood up suddenly.

“Excuse me. May I have a word?” The mysterious man asked as he stepped towards Gerald. “My name is Mr Wavell and I just couldn’t help noticing you staring.”

Gerald was mortified. There was nobody else around the man who could've been speaking to. His face turned bright red as he scoulded himself internally for being a bit of a creep.

“Oh… I’m so sorry sir. I didn't mean t-to stare. I was just… zoning out a little. I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything.” Gerald stumbled through his words like an idiot while feeling embarrassed beyond all else.

Wavell smiled. “You’ve nothing to apologise for. I completely understand. I get looks all the time. Most people just can’t help themselves.” He moved closer to Gerald before taking a seat next to him at his table. “Besides. I can tell there’s something bothering you. Why don’t you tell me all about it.” Wavell placed a hand on Gerald’s thigh, his eyes shimmering behind his sunglasses.

Gerald’s mouth went dry in an instant. After that first comment he wanted to say this gorgeous man was a bit up himself and yet he couldn’t help proving him right by continuing to stare helplessly as Wavell took his seat. But the moment Wavell’s hand landed on his thigh, Gerald could stop himself from getting a boner harder than he’d had in years. It was embarrassing to say the least. To get this worked up over nothing but a man’s touch.

“I guess I’ve just been feeling a little regretful? Like I wish I’d done things differently when I was younger.” Gerald wasn’t even sure why he was admitting this to a total stranger but he couldn’t help himself. “I wish I could go back and do it again. Change my decisions, you know? I’m always looking at these young hunky men online and wondering if I could’ve been like them if I took a different path.” The words just kept spilling out.

Wavell squeezed Gerald’s thigh. “Is that so? Well why don’t you tell me more about it on the way back to your place?”

Gerald squinted for a moment. Why would he let this stranger he’s just met accompany him home? But the more Wavell’s hand rubbed his thigh, the more his cock pulsed and the more he just wanted to nod and agree.

“S-sure. Okay.”

———

The journey home was a blur. Gerald felt as though he was high with the way the world spun and how time seemed to bend. One moment he was sitting outside the coffee shop speaking to one of the most handsome looking gentlemen he’d ever met and the next he was stumbling through his front door with that very same man trailing behind him.

“Show me to your room won’t you?” Wavell asked though it sounded more like a direction than a question. One that Gerald didn’t think twice about as he nodded before leading the way. All the while not caring how his dick was pulsing aggressively in his trousers, creating an obscene tent that he should’ve been trying to hide. Yet a foreign voice in his head urged him to let Wavell see just how excited he was to invite the gentleman into his home. In any other case this line of thinking would’ve repulsed Gerald with how perverted it seemed but the more he tried to snap out of it, the deeper he fell into whatever fog had cast itself over his mind. By the time they reached the bedroom, Gerald didn’t know what to do with himself. Mr Wavell’s magic had settled so harshly over his brain that he struggled to think for himself without command.

“So.” Wavell began. “You wish your life was different?” He placed a hand on Gerald’s shoulder.

“Y-yes sir. I do.” Gerald replied honestly in the manner of a drone.

Wavell hummed as he scanned Gerald’s body. Middle aged. Out of shape. Mundane clothes to match the boring look of his house. “Well. You’re in luck because I just so happen to have the power to grant your heart's desire.”

“Please. Please fix me. I’ll do anything for you sir.” Gerald begged as he dropped to his knees. “I-I’ll worship you. I’ll be your personal servant. I’ll-” He was cut off before he could continue.

“There’s no need for all that.” Wavell stared down at the man as Gerald began hugging one his legs. “You’re one of those huh?…” He mumbled. Wavell knew that nobody could resist his magical aura. No matter how strong willed they were, they would submit to him. Even the strongest of men would crack in seconds if Wavell flooded their minds with his magic. But other men were so weak to his power that they found themselves melting into submissive puddles even under such mild exposure. Gerald was one of those men. Wavell barely had to thread his magic through the man’s head and already he was willing to become a devoted love slave.

Wavell told Gerald to get back up on his feet. Gerald complied in a heartbeat, jumping back up with glazed eyes. Wavell was silent for a moment before telling him to strip off. Without a second thought Gerald practically ripped off his baggy suit and tossed each article of clothing to the side until his flabby aging body was on full display.

“Alright, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me what exactly you wish was different about your life. I want to know all the choices you would change. Can you do that for me Gerald?” Wavell asked.

Gerald nodded. “Yes sir. Of course. Anything.” He immediately began to think back over his life in an attempt to zero in on all the decisions he made that lead him to where he was today. “Well… for start I wish I didn’t waste all my youth in accounting. I only did it for the money. I never really enjoyed any of the work.”

“Is that so? You want all that time back do you?” Wavell’s eyes glowed, shifting from their ordinary colour to a glimmering violet as a different kind of magic began to settle over Gerald’s body.

A low hum escaped Gerald’s lips as he started to regress from middle age. Slowly the wrinkles that’d etched themselves into his features started to vanish. His skin tightening and smoothing over with a youthful glow as all those lost years came rushing back. His eyes began to look brighter as his hair grew back full and thick. All the aches and pains that’d crept up on him in the last decade or so faded away in moments. Immediately Gerald felt so limber and energetic as he regressed from his forties all the way back to his mid twenties. His erection felt harder than ever now with his cock having been rejuvenated to its prime.

Gerald hardly seemed to notice the changes. He paid no mind to strange happenings of his own body. It didn’t seem to matter right now. All he could think about was Wavell and how to please him. And right now that was by answering more questions. So when Wavell asked Gerald what else he wished he could change about his early life decisions, he was quick to rack his brain until something popped out at him.

“I wish I’d started going to the gym with my dad back when I was a teen instead of burying my nose in books all the time.” With those words another pulse of purple magic caused a new change to begin.

The fat on Gerald’s frame began to melt away as his own personal history rewrote itself. Instead of all those extra hours studying, he spent that time getting into shape when he was younger. This shift caused his wobbly belly to fade from existence as a much leaner frame took its place. He would only remain lean for a moment or so however at that fat was swiftly replaced by burgeoning muscle. All that consistent weight training from years in the gym caused Gerald’s frame to bulk up considerably. Arms bulging, pecs ballooning, legs swelling. All the while new memories flooded his mind as he remembered every second he spent pumping iron and cooking healthier food to fuel his muscles. At the same time though his IQ dropped to a more average level due to all those lost study hours. Yet Gerald hardly seemed to notice.

Reality had already shifted significantly to accommodate the changes. Gerald’s entire family tree had gotten younger along with him for a start. He’d regressed back to the beginning of his career in accounting as well. Initially that was fine but with the loss of IQ in that specialty, memories of struggling to hold his current position piled in. Constantly being scolded by his bosses for being a weak link and making mistakes while the threat of being fired hung over his head. Those newfound memories were exactly what spurred his next words.

“I wish I hadn’t gone for a career in accounting. I wish I could’ve gone for something more fun and athletic.” And with that the transformation deepened… only this time it was less physical.

All that time Gerald had spent trying to work his way into accounting evaporated. In its place memories of trying out a bunch of different sports when he was younger littered his mind. He’d tried athletics, football, and rugby but the sport he excelled at the most was basketball. It only made sense considering he’d always been a tall dude. With that he started to remember all the friends he’d made on teams and at clubs over the years as he got more and more serious about it. He’d excelled to the point of going professional and had managed to make some decent money playing over the years. He was happier than ever. Sure the games were nerve racking but they sure as hell weren’t boring and he almost always had the time of his life!

As these changes happened, the reality warp began catching up to Gerald’s house itself. His personal belongings morphed and changed to fit his new life while the very layout of every room in his home shifted. Before long any trace that a middle aged financial advisor once lived there evaporated as it looked more and more like a messy bachelor pad by the second. Sports memorabilia decorating the walls, gym equipment scattered around, discarded clothes littering the floors.

As more memories began piling in about his new friends, he suddenly recalled how often they went out together to fool around and have a laugh. But one thing that stood out was how often his teammates would go and get tattoos done. Yet he never did. He always feared the idea of stamping his body with something permanent like that. The team always teased him about it while trying to push him to get at least one small tattoo but he never could. For as confident as he was now, tattoos still made him anxious.

“I wish I just nutted up and got inked like my bro’s on the team did.” He barely even noticed the shift in his vocabulary before another buzz of magic vibrated through his being.

Dark spots of ink began to swirl across Gerald’s skin at almost every point of his body. From his neck down his chest, stomach and arms, across his back and even along his legs! All kinds of patterns that twisted into words, animals, faces, numbers. You name it. His youthful body became an art canvas covered in all kinds of pieces. A tiger crawled along his right shoulder. A pair of axes mirror each other on his pecs. A snake slithered over his left trap and down his arm. A mermaid to the left of his stomach. A skull filled with tentacles on his right thigh. And between them all a multitude of symbols, phrases and faces belonging to various men and women until the only part of his body that was clean of ink was his face.

Gerald bit his tongue as the sizzling feeling began to subside. He still refused to look down, his gaze locked on to Wavell’s glowing eyes, but he knew something else had changed. But as his memories shifted, he struggled to comprehend what possibly could have happened. For a moment he remembered what he’d wished for but now it didn’t make sense. He’d wished he was inked but he’d been getting tattoos for as long as he could remember.

“Wait… why did I… wish for those things?” Gerald managed to say aloud. He remembered all the things he wished were different about his life but none of them made sense. Why would he wish to be younger when he was in his prime? Or to be in better shape? And he never wanted to go into accounting right? None of them made sense.

Wavell placed a gentle hand on Gerald’s cheek. “Don’t think too hard about it. In fact, don’t think about it at all.” He pressed a finger against Gerald’s temple and in an instant all the hunk’s doubts melted away as he fell into an even deeper trance.

The warlock took a moment to admire his work. He’d changed this unhappy middle aged man into a young bright eyed athlete. Wavell ran his hand along Gerald’s huge chest before hefting the tattooed muscle. He gave each bicep a squeeze before allowing his palm to glide over Gerald’s abs. Only after admiring those bulky legs did Wavell’s gaze shift back up towards the hunk’s face. His magic hadn’t touched a single feature besides and yet he looked more handsome than ever. It was incredible what looking after your body could do for your face. He went from looking painfully average to being a total knockout. And as a bonus Wavell even sprinkled in a little magic to stop that hairline from receding again any time soon.

“Not bad. Only four self-inflicted reality shifts for a change as dramatic as this.” He hummed. It was always fun to manipulate his subjects into driving their own transformations every once in a while. And in this case it couldn’t have worked out any better for old Gerald.

Wavell took a step back before snapping his fingers. Immediately Gerald’s eyes flashed with awareness as the haze that’d dogged up his brain began to lift.

“W-woah dude. What the hell is going on… am I naked?” he grumbled, holding his head as he stared down at his hard veiny cock before finally looking up again to see the suited warlock standing before him.

“It would appear that way.” Wavell responded and before Gerald even had a chance to question any further, he flicked his wrist with a flash of purple magic.

“Ohhhh F-FUUUUUUCK!!” Gerald moaned as the magic swirled around his cock. It gathered up any residual memories floating around inside Gerald’s mind about his previous life in an attempt to purge anything that would contradict this new reality. All of those memories and experiences were sucked down on his balls where they were churned away into nothing but a huge virile load waiting to shoot. Moments later Gerald threw his head back as ropes of cum launched from his cock and splattered across Wavell’s suit jacket.

The warlock wiped some of it up with his finger before plugging it into his mouth. “Mmmmmm that’s the stuff. Nothing quite like a post-transformation orgasm.” He chuckled before returning his attention to the confused panting hunk. “Now. Go to bed. Forget all about me. Forget all about this experience. Wake up tomorrow as a new man with a new life.” Those very words seemed to carry magic of their own as Gerald’s eyes began to lull. He became too sleepy to argue or question why. He was hardly able to slip on a pair of underwear and shorts before collapsing into bed where he fell from consciousness.

With that Wavell took one final look at his most recent subject before nodding with satisfaction. Moments later he turned on his heel before allowing a purple cloud of smoke to engulf his body and teleport him away. Leaving Gerald alone to a new life where he’d made better choices for himself.

~~~~~~~~~

Yo! Welcome back to the world of writing stories! On a scale of 1 to 10, how hot do you find mentally adopting the personality traits of the man you swap into? I know this has been briefly explained on another ask, but this is more in depth. Usually, swapping into someone but still being 100% yourself would totally give you away that you're not "insert big buff jerk here".

I would have to say it’s a solid 8/10 for me! Adopting personality traits that belong to a body one has stolen is such an interesting dynamic to explore during a TF.

For a start this of course falls into the category of mental TF’s rather than physical ones which tend to be a whole different ball game. Changes to a character’s mental state during or after some kind of body theft adds an entirely new layer to the story. Sure the physical side of it allows you to steal the appearance of someone else but with that alone you’d struggle to actually slip into their life. But with the mental changes such as alterations to your personality and the way you act as well as receiving memories can make the takeover all the more effective. That way you’re stealing more than just their looks. You’re stealing everything that makes that person who they are. Their entire life!

Because yeah like you say, without the mental side of it, it’s gonna be obvious that you aren’t who you say you are. You’re just an imposter. A lookalike. But with their memories stolen. Their mannerisms. Their personality. That all changes. That’s why I love it so much. You get to become that person in every way and nobody could say anything different.

Now if I’m so into it then why did I say 8/10 instead of 10/10? Well that’s purely because I’m not as big of a fan of going the full mile of forgetting your old life. To me, if you forget who you used to be and start to believe that this body you’ve stolen has been yours all along then I think some of the magic is slightly lost. For me that magic comes in knowing that the body and life you’ve stolen wasn’t your own. That it used to belong to someone else and now you’ve taken it from them. But if you go that full mile and forget all that then it loses its significance slightly. For me anyway.

So my most ideal scenario would be to steal the body of one of my crushes and then to steal most of what makes them who they are mentally. Take all those juicy personality traits, the memories, all their likes and dislikes. But I would make sure to hold onto the core of who I am and remember who I used to be. To retain a good amount of my old memories so I can truly relish in the fact that my new body and life is so much better than my old one.

That’s not to say that I don’t find a complete mental conversion attractive at all. I’ve done a couple stories in the past where the main character undergoes an almost complete mental reset into thinking they are the person they’ve transformed into. And those stories are great!! But I wouldn’t ordinarily go that far.

One of my previous questions said something similar to this so I’ll avoid giving the same answers. Last time I said ‘Plan gone wrong’, ‘total personality flip’ and ‘serial body swapper’ so here’s a few that I didn’t mention in that post.

The first one that springs to mind is actually a mix of two popular tropes. We’ve all seen TF’s that get triggered by some magic article of clothing or a special costume. And I’m sure tons of you have read stories where a man is transformed into an inanimate piece of clothing too. Well something I’ve loved to do is combine those two tropes into something a little more niche. It starts with one man, usually a hot hunk or a daddy, losing his body by getting transformed into some inanimate piece of clothing. Perhaps the very same pair of underwear or socks he was wearing or maybe something else entirely. For the sake of this example we’ll say underwear. Afterwards, the next person to wear that sentient underwear will be transformed and gain the former body of whoever soul is trapped inside the underwear they’re wearing. Bonus point if the underwear can still communicate mentally with whoever is wearing them and by extension their former body.

Hopefully I explained that well enough to understand. If you’re still a little confused then my story A Worthy Replacement is the perfect example of this. I won’t spoil too much about it if you haven’t read it but it involves Chris Bumstead so if you like him then you might enjoy it.

Moving on from that however, I’d say the next trope that I enjoy but don’t see all too often is female to male. It’s a trope I enjoy but don’t write all too often since I like to keep my blog super gay. However I like to indulge in it every once in a while if a see a female to male story floating around.

The idea of a woman transforming into huge hunky man or a thick burly bear has always been such a hot concept to me. Becoming the total opposite of what they were. Perhaps getting a little freaked out by how different the male body is at first. Taller, stronger, hairier. All that new testosterone flooding their formerly female system. I always love getting to see them accept their new bodies and enjoy the experience of being a man. I think another part of what makes it so appealing is how massive of a difference it is. I mean that’s the essence of TF. Becoming something different to what you are. So to see someone go from being a petite woman to a big strong man is very hot.

I’m not sure if this one counts as ‘niche’ or not. I mean it’s not like it’s an unknown thing. It’s just that I personally don’t see it floating around that much in the writing community. Not as much as male to female anyway which I’m not interested in writing. Same goes for art. I can’t find much FtM TF artwork whenever I search for it. It’s mainly all just MtF. So yeah I would enjoy getting to see more women getting turned into hot men. I might even write a couple more female to male centred stories myself in the future. However like I said I like to keep this space as gay as possible so they’ll probably be few and far between.

Onto the final niche trope. Now this one is say actually is a bit more niche and That trope would have to be cock tf. As in literally getting turned into another dudes dick.

It’s like taking the inanimate TF trope to the next level by having that thing be apart of someone else’s body. Now I’m not really into TFing other parts of the body, it’s mostly just dicks. I just think there’s something so inherently intimate about literally becoming a man’s most prized possession. It is a little weird? Yes. But honestly most of everything we write about in this community is weird lmao!

This kind of TF could happen through multiple ways. Perhaps a guy tries taking over a hunk’s body but it goes wrong and he accidentally possesses the hunk’s dick instead. Alternatively maybe the possession works and he does takeover the hunk’s body while the real hunk’s soul is forced into becoming his own dick. It could also be a literal transformation where one dudes body is transformed into a cock, perhaps during sex, and hence becomes attached to his partner as his new big dick. I dunno there’s plenty of routes you could take that, same as with most tropes honestly.

Given that the flaw can be quite vague, I guess I can propose 3 and you can choose one (or any) of them:

1. A tiny cock. Not that noticeable, until naked.

2. Low intelligence. Noticeable, but you can be as hot as you want, I guess.

3. Balding. Noticeable, but can be sometimes appealing. Thinking of a Jason Statham or maybe a daddy kind of look. Although it would make some transformations less viable.

Ooooo this is an interesting dilemma. One change that I have full and total control over or infinite changes with one drawback I can’t alter.

Well the thing is that I can be an indecisive person at times so the infinite changes would seem ideal. I could try out multiple different looks, cycling between a bunch of my different types. Probably transforming into most of my personal crushes. I’d be able to fulfil an ungodly amount of my deepest fantasies that’s for sure. I could even have transforming myself with a mix and match of the best features from some of my favourite men. But then I’d need to accept one of the three downsides. A tiny dick wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world but ideally I’d like to have control over the size of my dick during transformations. Feel like that would take at least some of the fun away since then I’d never be able to have the true cock of any of the men I’m eager to become. Low intelligence in the shirt term wouldn’t be that bad as I’d have full control over every physical aspect of transformation. In the long term however low intelligence would be quite damaging to my life overall I feel. Though I suppose I could just start an onlyfans or something like that lmao. But that said Baldness wouldn’t be too bad. Tons of men out there look great without hair. Like you said, Jason Statham is a good example. Or if I wanted to go a little spicier I could steal the looks of someone like Johnny Sins. He’s certainly a handsome devil as well. And if I were doing a mix and match all I’d have to do really would be use the head of a guy who looks good bald and the rest I can whatever I please with.

On the other hand, a single permanent change that I have 100% control over could be more beneficial in other ways. For a start it’s probably a lot less likely to give me some sort of identity crisis years down the line. But also I think locking myself into one new dream body with help cement me into a new life. Plus it would feel like the universe correcting a mistake by allowing me to choose the body I’ve always been destined for. Now what that body would look like I have no idea. God knows how long I would spend micro analysing all my favourite crushes. I’d be putting them into categories like “who has the best beard”, “who has the nicest looking legs” and even “who has the fattest ass” among others. This would also certainly end up as another mix and match scenario where I’d be choosing my favourite features from my favourite men and putting them all together. Though I’m hoping the transformation would allow me a short grace period while transforming myself to alter and tweak a few details to make sure everything first together perfectly before locking in forever.

Overall I think I could make both scenarios work but if I really had to choose… I would go for having a single permanent change. It’d be much more final and would get me to think much more critically about the body I’m creating for myself. Plus I wouldn’t have any of the drawbacks!

(Original story posted September 3rd 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Collaboration with @tfscales

Read The Prologue first! Read Jack’s Interview here! Read Theo’s Interview here! Read Lewis’ Interview here! Read Andrew & Mateo’s Interview here! Conclusion to come…

After so many interviews already, Wavell had found himself standing in front of the door outside of yet another flat. Inside he could already feel the energy of someone who’d experienced the effects of the homo-bomb. He could just tell that this one was different though. It was strange. Even when it came to other anomalies, the residual magic energy that their bodies gave off usually felt the same. Hence the interview to see what went on with them. With this person though, something was off. Wavell could tell it was his magic therefore they had to be a homo-bomb victim but… the energy they exuded was much more potent for some reason. Naturally, this only intrigued the warlock further.

“This one’s bound to be interesting…” he mumbled to himself while stepping up to the door before giving it a rhythmic knock.

He waited for a good few minutes outside, whistling to himself casually. He knew someone was home so he had no idea what was taking them so long. Were they pretending not to be home? Wouldn’t be the first time.

Could be understandable if they’ve undergone a big transformation and are afraid to show it. Wavell had already dealt with a few similar cases where he had to simply teleport inside because people wouldn’t just answer their doors for him. Either too scared or too embarrassed to show what had happened to them.

He was beginning to think this was going to be another situation like that until at last he heard the twisting of a lock from the other side followed by the door swinging open.

The guy that answered the door was a huge jock of a man. Incredibly tall to the point where his head almost hit the top of the door frame. His form was wide and thick with powerful-looking muscle that was consistent across his entire body. He was quite the Adonis. A body that could only be amplified by how young and handsome he looked. Early to Mid twenties Wavell would guess. Youthful yet jockish-looking features matched with a head of short brown hair and a trimmed beard that gave him an air of maturity and masculinity. In short, he looked as though he’d just stepped out of the kind of modelling magazine someone would keep under their pillow at night.

“Y-yo man. What’s up?” He asked in a somewhat nervous tone.

“Sorry to bother you but I’m interviewing everyone that’s recently been affected by the strange events that have transpired here recently.” Wavell began, thinking back on all the people he’d interviewed so far over the last couple of days.

“My name is Mr Wavell and I was hoping I could come inside to talk to you as well. There’s been a common pattern through most people that were affected however there’s been a few strange outliers along the way as well. I’m curious to know if you fit into either of those categories.” The devilishly handsome warlock smiled kindly. There was a sensation that enveloped the jock emanating from the warlock.

“Oh… sure.” The jock immediately felt a warm and welcoming presence emanating from Wavell. It worked its way into his mind almost instant, leaving him all too eager to trust this stranger. He stepped aside and allowed the well-dressed man to walk past him and into the flat.

He shivered a little as Wavell brushed his hand against the bigger man’s thigh on the way past. “I don’t see much of a problem if you’re helping.” The hunk justified outloud to himself, his tone having shifted to a calmer and more trusting one.

As Wavell walked through the hallway and into the living room, he couldn’t help noticing some of the other rooms. Unsurprisingly there was a bathroom and what seemed to be a closet as well as a kitchen. Yet what caught his eye was that there seemed to be two completely different bedrooms.

Curiously he took a quick peek inside each and they were both definitely occupied by two not so similar people. One room was filled with all sorts of sports memorabilia, weights, and exercise gear scattered around, clothes strewn across the room in a rather untidy fashion, and a shameless box of tissues on the nightstand next to the bed. The other room however was different. Scientific posters lined the walls, collections of comics and collectible figurines all tucked away neatly on shelves, the bed looked almost freshly made with everything seemingly in its place.

He could see that there was an attempt at cleaning up the former room, the weights stacked in the corner as well as some of the clothes folded on the bed. But clearly this was interrupted, most likely by his arrival.

“Does anyone else live here with you?” Wavell questioned.

“Not really. I guess it’s just me now.” The hulking man responded, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Tons of things on my mind now that the house just belongs to me…”

Wavell narrowed his eyes a little at this. “Hmm. Okay, well why don’t the two of us get sat down and we can talk. Is that alright with you big man?”

He made his way towards one of the large living room couches, sitting down before patting the seat beside him. The jock approached the couch and sat down before making himself comfortable, manspreading a little in the process.

Once they were both ready, Wavell whipped out his trusty notepad once again and let the questions roll. “First of all, I don’t believe I asked your name did I?”

“It’s Josh.” He said confidently but before Wavell had a chance to write it down he doubled back on himself. “Wait. No. One of my names was Josh. And David.” A strange thoughtful look crossed the man’s face. “One second, my name got mixed up.”

His eyes darted to the left as he whispered under his breath. “Shit, I forgot already. What was the name?”

His eyes then darted to the right, continuing to talk to himself. “We didn’t affirm the name overnight, it’s Trevor, right? Yeah.” He then looked up at the interviewer and confidently repeated the name as if he hadn’t just said it aloud. “My name is Trevor bro.”

Wavell stared at this man in awe. He’d just been talking to himself as if… there was more than one person in his head. How bizarre. Could this have been the homo-bomb’s doing? Regardless he scribbled down the final name as well as the other two the jock had given.

“And your last name?” Wavell asked.

Trevor thought for a moment again, conversing with himself under his breath a little until finally coming to a decision. “Griffin.”

“Okay Trevor Griffin. We’re coming back to that later but can I ask how old you are and what you do?” Wavell was already starting to suspect what might be going on here but decided to go ahead with the usual line of questions for now.

Trevor sat in thought for a minute. “Well… I guess I’m still 21? I was born in February.”

There was then a twitch in Trevor’s eyes for a moment. “But I was born in April.” There was a subtle shift in the tone of his voice again.

Wavell squinted. “So… You have two birthdays?”

“Yeah? I guess so.” The adonis replied genuinely. “Also at college, I major in physiology.”

Another twitch.

“But I also major in sports studies!” He added swiftly.

Wavell stroked his beard a little. “Physiology and Sports Studies huh? Those are two rather different things to major in at once.”

He was starting to piece it all together now. The shifting of tones. Talking to himself. Multiple birthdays. Twice as much residual magic inside his body compared to most. There was only one explanation Wavell could think of at the moment. Only one thing that made sense. If what he suspected was true then… he never imagined the homo-bomb could deviate so much as to do something like this.

“Trevor. What exactly happened to you on the night of the event that caused so much chaos in this town?” Wavell questioned.

Trevor shuffled in his seat a little. “You’re gonna think I’m completely insane when I tell you.” He glanced over at the handsome older man again. Once again feeling so safe and comfortable in his presence. “But here goes I guess… I’m two people. At the same time. It’s hard to explain but I-”

“You’re a fusion. A merged being made up of two people.” Wavell interjected. “Am I correct?”

A look of shock and confusion crossed Trevor’s face. “Y-yes. I think so but… how the hell did you know that?!”

Wavell patted the jock’s shoulder. “I’m an expert in this kind of stuff, big guy.” The power of his magical aura intensified, causing his and Trevor’s eyes to shimmer for a moment. “Now I want you to tell me everything about yourself and how you came to be.”

Trevor nodded almost hypnotically before beginning his tale.

———

Before Trevor, the flat was owned by two college sophomores, Josh and David, just a few days before the Homo-Bomb. They both lived their own distinct lifestyles with some overlap here and there, just enough to co-exist without being entirely homogeneous.

David was the smaller one of the two. He’d been a rather skinny dude all his life with little to no meat on his bones. This combined with him being a late bloomer led to some inevitable bullying throughout his high school years. It also didn’t help that he was the complete definition of a nerd. The thick-rimmed glasses he used to own earned him the classic and highly unoriginal nickname of ‘four eyes’. And to top it all off he was crazy about things like comic books and collectibles. A craze that’d follow him from his teen years and into adulthood.

However if there was one thing he always had going for him, it was his brains. In typical nerd fashion, he was usually the smartest person in the room and always excelled in education. Especially when it came to science. Hence when he left high school to go to college, he immediately jumped into a physiology major.

By this point, he’d hit a huge growth spurt and finally had some decent facial scruff growing in, not to mention he got contact lenses to replace those old glasses. He even tried to put on some good muscle but eventually settled for a lean and toned look instead. After all, he wanted to focus more on his studies rather than trying to push his body past its ectomorphic limits.

And then there was Josh.

Josh was pretty much David’s polar opposite in almost every way imaginable. Unlike his nerdy roommate, Josh was an early bloomer back in high school and had always remained one of the bigger kids as his dad taught him everything he needed to know about building muscle through his teen years.

It didn’t take long for him to get scouted by the gym coaches and before he knew it he was one of the star jocks! Always being one of the most popular guys who quickly made a bunch of other jock friends while playing football. Not to mention having been blessed with such handsome looks, he was always a hot topic around the school. Naturally after leaving high school, he found himself going after a sports studies degree in college. It just made sense at that point.

As he entered his twenties Josh had grown even bigger. His muscles burgeoning even thicker and stronger with every workout until he was finally closing in on his dream physique at only 21 years of age. Of course, he knew that if he tried he could get so much bigger, especially if he started a steroid cycle, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He couldn’t help noticing how all of the biggest dudes he’d seen playing football had amazing strength but sorely lacked speed. That said he wanted to retain a body that was large and powerful but still agile on the field.

———

“Quite literally two opposites living together under one roof. It was a miracle.” Trevor chuckled a little as he stared upwards, having his mental reverie.

“How did that come to be, if I may ask?” Wavell asked smoothly.

———

When David left for college he was quick to find a flat near the college grounds but he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it for long all on his own. Luckily it was a two bedroom so he spread the word and posted online about needing a flatmate.

What he didn’t expect was to get a response from none other than one of the most popular jocks from his old school, Josh! He had slightly mixed feelings about it. On one hand Josh and his jock friends would frequently tease him back then for being a nerd. But on the other hand it was always Josh that stopped things before it went too far, showing he was at least a little more decent than the people he surrounded himself with.

Still, though, David’s little gay heart just couldn’t resist the idea of living with such a hunk that he’d shamelessly jerked off to multiple times in the past. It probably wasn’t the best idea but… he just couldn’t help himself.

And so eventually the day arrived when Josh showed up, suitcases in hand and ready to move in. For David, it was like a dream come true! Getting to live with such a hunk. To be so close to him all the time. He even offered Josh the bigger bedroom of the two to further entice him to stay. And somehow it worked! Josh quickly decided to move into the flat and before long he’d made himself at home.

Initially, it’d been awkward between the two. They both remembered what went on back in their high school days but neither of them wanted to bring it up. Slowly however, they began to grow closer as friends. They found that they had a few common interests here and there as they made small talk with one another until they eventually got to a point where they could consider themselves friends. Surprisingly it was Josh who made most of the effort. Always started conversations and invited David to watch football with him and whatnot. It was strangely sweet.

It was then that it became clear to David that half the reason Josh had bullied him at all back in high school was because of his jock bros encouraging him all the time. But now it was the two of them without any outside influence or peer pressure, Josh was a pretty cool dude to chill out with.

When people found out that a gay nerd like David was living with a jock the likes of Josh, they always assumed the worst. For Josh to tease or berate David everyday about his sexuality or push him around and call him names. Maybe pulling those stupid frat boy pranks like farting in David’s face or something else just as gross. But it wasn’t like that at all and a lot of people almost didn’t believe him when David said that he and Josh were cool now. Especially when he told them about how they even sat and watched TV together in the evenings.

———

“You know it’s crazy. After the torment Josh and his friends had put David through in high school, neither of them imagined they’d eventually become friends one day.” Trevor leaned back in his seat a little and turned his head towards Wavell. “And soon enough they were chilling and laughing like best buds. High school always makes it seem like two people can’t get along just because they don’t both fit into the same category. Seems silly now.” Trevor smirked a little as he placed a hand over his chest. “But in the real world, it’s nothing like that. Even two people like Josh and David who seemed wildly different can still find common ground and get along.”

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He noted down a couple more things as he replied. “You also mentioned that David had somewhat of a crush on Josh and would have frequent sexual fantasies about him. How did this budding friendship affect that?”

Trevor’s face started to go a little red. “Well, you see…”

———

Naturally, this growing bond between the two would only serve to further David’s crush on the jock to the point where if Josh went out to hang with his bros, David would sneak into Josh’s room. Not for anything malicious of course. He just loved getting to bask in the natural scent that filled the room. A mix of sweat and cheap deodorant that was strangely arousing to the nerd. He would even go as far as to try on some of Josh’s clothes from time to time and even though they never fit. Just pulling on the oversized clothes gave David such a rush.

Could you blame him? Josh was everything David was missing. Sure he might’ve been highly intelligent with a lot of good qualities but it's always been a deep-rooted desire of his to be huge and strong with bulging muscles. A fantasy that most men have in all honesty. To represent the peak of masculinity. To have all that confidence and charm that Josh exuded so naturally instead of being so meek and small. That envy he had for his roommate was one of the reasons he’d begun to fall for him so much. What was once just lust had transformed into something much deeper. This connection however was something David never believed he’d have a chance to explore.

On the other hand, he wasn’t at college or home, Josh was hanging out with his bros which mostly consisted of other jocks he played with back in high school. He loved them all to death but unfortunately, they weren’t always the best influences even now they were in their twenties. Half the time they came up with something mildly homophobic to joke about which Josh tried not to encourage as much now. A lot of their nights out would consist of going to bars where they’d try to pick up chicks. Josh already had a girlfriend which he’d been seeing for over a year now so he usually didn’t participate. However once his bros found out that Josh was staying with that gay little nerd they used to bully, they began accusing him of being homo as well.

They teased him about it so much that they eventually told him to prove that he wasn’t gay by fucking a chick from the bar. And that’s what he did. He flirted with a few babes until he convinced one to go with him to one of the private bathrooms where he practically ripped her clothes off and started slamming into her pussy.

All the while his bros were listening just outside listening to their moans as they fucked. He only stopped fucking her when he pulled out at the last second to cum as not get her pregnant. Moments later he emerged from the bathroom only to be greeted by his bros jumping and cheering around him.

Of course, it wouldn’t take long for news of that to get back to his girlfriend unfortunately. She was furious when she confronted Josh about it. He felt so guilty that he couldn’t even deny it and just like that she broke up with him on the spot. Who could blame her?

Later that night he’d come home to the flat wasted. David was quick to pick up on this and helped Josh to his room. He managed to get Josh onto his bed but just as David was about to leave the jock to sleep it off, he said something that made David’s dick jump.

“You’ve got a really cute ass bro…” Josh mumbled, pawing at his crotch a little while chuckling before drunkenly passing out.

———

“Interesting.” There was a pleased glint in Wavell’s eyes. “So you’re saying that Josh was gay the whole time as well? Concealing his homosexuality so that his jock friends wouldn’t find out?”

Trevor shrugged. “I mean… not exactly? He did legitimately like girls but he also liked dudes just as much. Maybe even a little more. But he just suppressed that side of himself for the reason you mentioned.” He slumped in his seat a little with a somber look crossing his face. “Even after leaving High School, he was so scared to show that side of himself due to years of keeping it hidden…”

“Until a bad breakup and some liquid courage got him to slip up,” Wavell added.

Trevor nodded. “Pretty much… God, I wish those years were different. That I could’ve… I mean Josh could’ve felt safe enough to come out.” He let out a long sigh. “Oh well. The past is the past.”

———

The revelation of Josh’s bisexuality (or at the very least bi-curious) came as a massive surprise to the nerd. Unfortunately, it seemed by the next morning Josh had completely forgotten about the remark.

But David certainly hadn’t. And with it in mind, he waited a few weeks for the break up to blow over before finally deciding to nut up and put his cards on the table. It happened one night when Josh had encouraged David to watch some soccer with him. Throughout they cracked open a bunch of beers until they were both pretty drunk and that’s when David finally came out and said it.

“Josh. I used to think you were an asshole but… you’re actually really awesome… and super freakin’ hot.” He slurred his words a little while his eyes scanned across the jocks bulging muscles that strained against his clothes. “You’re just so big… and strong…” He shuffled a little closer on the couch. “W-will you… be my boyfriend?”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Josh simply gazed down at David with an expression the drunk nerd could hardly decipher. That is until Josh leaned in and smashed his lips against David’s without warning, kissing him roughly.

David was quick to reciprocate until before long he felt his jock flatmate picking him up off the couch and carrying him to the bedroom. It didn’t even seem real to David as they started pulling off their clothes and revealing Josh’s body in its full glory but he couldn’t deny how real it felt when the muscle-bound jock started sucking him off.

But of course, Josh was still bigger in every sense, cock included, as before long the bisexual hunk was pounding his thick rod into David’s ass. Both of them moaned at each other about how great it felt until Josh blew his load deep inside David’s hole.

From that night onwards the pair just kinda fell into a relationship.

The friendly bond they’d formed before grew into something far deeper. A genuine and loving connection as well as being Josh’s first ever relationship with another dude. And strangely it felt more fulfilling to him than any he’d had with a woman. Almost like he and David completed each other in an odd way.

Similar to how David envied Josh’s dedication to his awesome physique and confidence with others, Josh secretly envied David as well. Sure he might’ve had the looks and the body but he was nowhere near as smart or well put together as David was. With brains like that Josh could’ve taken himself to the next level with becoming an athlete and personal trainer. And yet he felt as though he was cursed to simply be a big dumb jock no matter how hard he tried

Neither of them realized that the other was carrying similar feelings of envy until one day in particular after a couple of months of dating. David happened to mention after having sex that being with Josh made him feel ‘whole’ in a strange way. Like Josh was everything he was missing. Only for Josh to completely agree, saying that he felt the same. It was a strange sentiment they shared but finally having it out in the open only made them closer.

So much so that it even evolved into some kinky roleplay sex between the couple where they pretended to swap bodies before fucking as weird as it sounded. Since Josh pretty much always topped, when they did these body swap role plays David had even managed to convince Josh to bottom once or twice for them. It only made sense.

By this point, they thought they’d accepted their envy and overcome it. Instead opting to be a happy couple that complimented each other’s strengths and weaknesses. So much so that Josh had even been considering telling his bros about them. Something that David appreciated greatly.

But little did they know this was only scratching the surface. Their true desires to be ‘completed’ went so much deeper than even they realized. To a depth that would’ve been thought impossible to reach.

———

“Up until yesterday, they were probably the happiest they’d ever been. Both are finally in a loving relationship with someone they found themselves deeply connected to. David even believed it was fate. But then… they weren’t David and Josh anymore. They were me. And I was them.” Trevor put his face in his palms, trying to rack his brain around it like he had been for the past day and a half.

“Can you tell at all how it happened Trevor? Do you have any memories of David and Josh combining to become you?” Wavell scratched his chin with the bottom of his pencil.

Trevor rubbed his temples, trying his best to think back to when it happened. “I’m not sure… I can remember pieces but it’s blurry.” He closed his eyes, trying to put himself back in that moment when he came to be.

“I remember everything around me having somewhat of a purple hue… and I was horny. We were horny… fuck, I was hard and leaking. I was stroking my cock on the bed and also walking to my room? It's hard to remember in the haze. I just remember feeling like I was fucking and being fucked at the same time. And then I woke up. Just one guy on Josh's bed. Me." Trevor groaned as he tried to claw at the hazy memories while the python in his pants began to cause a tent.

"If I were to guess I’d say Josh and David’s memories of the experience are overlapping in your mind. It’s a common thing to happen with newly merged people who’ve shared experiences. Those experiences tend to blur and it can sometimes be hard to make sense of." Wavell explained calmly. “As you may or may not be aware, many people have been affected by this recent magical event but you’re the only ones to have been affected like this. Can you think of anything that may have caused this to occur?” The warlock asked him with a slight smile.

"Well, David was always admiring how big Josh was. Not only huge and muscular but capable of reaching it at this age was impressive.” Trevor explained before glancing down at his bulky arms and legs. “All while David was stuck small and thin thanks to genetics. But I think envy might’ve played a part to be honest . I envied the smarts in David, and I also envied the physical prowess of Josh. But in that way, we always complimented each other." Trevor lifted his heavy arms and gave them a flex, gleefully watching his biceps bulge. "Sort of like two halves. We joked that we were like one well-oiled machine. Always laughed it off. Though now that I'm one person, I’ve started to realize just how much that envy made us wish it was true, despite us logically thinking it was impossible." He put his fists together, one an open palm and the other a rock-hard fist to visualize it.

Wavell nodded thoughtfully. “So you believe that your envy and desire for one another may have been the root cause? An agreement between the two of you that the sum of your best parts would create something or someone much better than both of you separately.”

Trevor was amazed by how well this Wavell guy was keeping up. Even he didn’t fully understand what he was saying in truth. He already felt an odd sense of deep trust around the distinguished-looking man but he still imagined Wavell would think he was crazy. And yet it was the opposite.

It was as if this suited figure interviewing him somehow knew everything Trevor was saying was truthful. "Yeah… I mean that’s gotta be it right? Josh wanted more smarts so that he could cruise through this course and be the private trainer he dreamt of being, while David wanted the body so he could bro out and be more confident."

"And now do you feel as though you embody all of those things, Trevor?" Wavell grinned, showing off his pearly whites knowingly.

"Well yeah, bro. I’m still fucking huge… but I feel so smart as well. My brain is bursting with as much knowledge as my muscles are with size!" The jock cockily gloated, flexing his biceps even harder beside his head.

Hearing that got a smile out of the interviewer. “That’s good Trevor. That means your merge was a balanced one. Not one half more potent than the other.”

He took a few extra notes. “Still… It’s a shame you can’t remember the actual process of it all.” The warlock was already getting ready to place a hand on Trevor’s forehead to induce a vision of that night. He’d done it with plenty of his other interviewees and he was sure Trevor wouldn’t mind seeing how he came to be in a little more detail.

"Yeah, I kind of wish I did as well…” The brainy jock hummed until suddenly his eyes widened with realization. “Wait a fucking second, I can check that night out! I installed a hidden cam in Josh's room so that I can rewatch our sex scenes.”

His eyes then darted to the side a little again. “Wait, you put a camera in my room?!"

He mumbled to himself. “Hey, I didn’t post it anywhere…” Trevor paused for a second as he remembered something. “Well… not anywhere public anyway.” Standing up, the hunky jock took a deep breath and asked Wavell to wait on the couch for a second.

He made his way to Josh's bedroom which was obvious by the weights and football posters inside it. He dragged Josh’s desk chair and placed it in front of the corner shelves before stepping onto it. Trevor had underestimated his height as the moment he stood up straight he bumped his head on the ceiling, his thick skull absorbing the impact with a loud thunk. He rubbed his head as he stayed hunched.

“Ouch, whew, I’m tall now huh? Probably didn’t even need this chair. I’ve got to be at least 6’5” or something now. I’ve gotta measure myself soon.” He chuckled a bit as he reached over the top of the shelves, and produced a rather large boxy camera that was most likely powered by a single chunky battery.

“No wonder I never noticed this before. I rarely ever reach up here.” He looked at the small camera in his hand as he stepped off the chair before shoving it back in its place.

With the camera retrieved, Trevor picked up the laptop and the data cable from Josh’s table and returned to Wavell’s side. With his thick hands being both foreign and ordinary, it took him a minute to set up the camera with the laptop.

“One sec. I think this could answer what happened that night.” Trevor said as he scooched closer to Wavell until their thighs were pressed together. He placed the laptop on the suited man’s lap, trusting him completely.

“All I remember was the euphoric pleasure I described to you but that’s all really.” He shifted his sitting position slightly, the stiff rod between his legs throbbing.

Wavell glanced to the crotch of the jock and could see Trevor manhood pressing eagerly against the man’s shorts. He couldn’t tell if this was from Trevor getting so intimately close to Wavell or if this was David’s side remembering all those nights of rewatching the videos on that camera. Probably both.

The drive loaded and a bunch of videos with different dates popped up. Wavell pulled up the video that matched the night of The Homo-Bomb before executing it to run. The video player started and initially showed Josh’s empty, yet still messy, bedroom.

“Ah yeah, I set it to record things at set times for when we usually fuck.” Trevor chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. “Thankfully I think it was recording when the thing that did this happened.”

They fast-forwarded the video, watching as Josh soon went to bed. Wavell opted to slow the tape back down so they could watch the part where Josh was getting undressed, revealing his bulky body to the hidden camera. Trevor blushed a little, getting even hornier.

Noticing this, Wavell smirked. “Rub yourself a little if you need to. I am.” The warlock lifted the laptop momentarily to reveal his bulge along with his free hand groping at it.

Something like that would ordinarily have set off alarm bells for Trevor. Like that perhaps this wasn’t a normal interview but once again he found himself oblivious due to the subtle haze Wavell’s magical aura had put him under.

They watched on as eventually Josh went to bed, prompting them to fast-forward the video once more until the purple fog was located in the preview slider. The footage began playing normally as the fog seeped into the room descended upon the sleeping jock…

———

David made his way into his clean and well-organized room as seen through the open doorway while Josh entered his messy room, oblivious to the small camera up on the shelf. Said camera watched him keenly as he began to get undressed. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it across the room before hopping onto his bed, keeping his shorts and athletic socks on. He grumbled a little, tossing and turning in bed for a while until he finally dozed off to sleep. Josh wouldn’t be asleep for long however because soon enough a certain purple fog found its way into his room.

It wrapped around his body before pushing itself inside through any entrance it could find. Most of it went in through his mouth but some entered through his nose, ears, cock, ass and even just seeping through his skin until all of the fog's magic had been absorbed. Instantly Josh was hard. It was clear as day through the huge tent he was sporting in his shorts. This was a very common result across those who’d been touched by the homo-bomb’s magic.

In most it simply meant that their sexuality was being altered and that before long they’d be gay… except Josh, for the most part, was already gay. Most could assume it was the homo-bomb erasing what little bit of hetero he had but it would soon become clear that wasn’t the case.

“Mmmm fuuck David… David…” Josh started to groan in his sleep while groping at his boner and thrusting his hips. He wouldn’t stop grumbling about needing David. It sounded like he was having an intense wet dream but he would only continue to mumble about how they had to be together. They were two of the same.

That they had become one.

The kind of stuff you’d normally expect to hear from someone who’s utterly obsessed with another person. His cock jumped constantly at full length, begging to burst out of those shorts. Even as Josh’s eyes slowly fluttered open, waking him from his slumber, he continued to grumble about his boyfriend. “I… neeeed… David…”

———

*Trevor found himself pursing his lips as he watched the video with the interviewer. It felt weird watching what was essentially a porno of himself with this stranger while they both got off to it. Yet he didn’t say a word.

———

Before long Josh started getting restless and looked as though he was about to get out of bed. Before he could though, his bedroom door creaked open, and in walked none other than David. But as the nerd walked into view of the hidden camera, it became clear that he was under the same spell as Josh.

He stood in only his underwear with a vacant expression and a huge bulge displaying his erection. A tent just like Josh’s that pointed straight ahead. It might not have been as big as Josh’s but it was certainly respectable.

“Josh. I need you…” David began muttering the same phases the jock had been moments prior. “We need… to be together…”

He began following his dick and walked straight towards the bed. Towards Josh, who was eagerly waiting for him. It was like they were in some kind of horny trance that was drawing them towards one another. And it was working as within seconds David was practically falling into bed with Josh and the moment he did they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Kissing and groaning while they tugged off whatever clothes they had left on.

———

Trevor began to moan as memories bombarded his head. More of the memories from that intimate moment began replaying directly in his head as they lined up with what the video was showing. Almost as if seeing it was unlocking the mixed experience.

———

Pretty soon they were both completely naked as they pressed their bodies tightly together. David was on top while Josh hugged him tight from below, wrapping both his bulky arms and legs around the nerd.

Embracing this, David began thrusting their crotches together and frotting their cocks. Grinding his skinny 5-inch dick against Josh’s girth of 7 inches.

“Fuuuuck… fuuuuuckk… fuuuuck meeee!” David started to beg. “I need you inside me Josh! I need you inside me!” He thrusted himself harder against his boyfriend while his asshole began to pulse. Hungry for dick.

It was the only way they could get even closer than they currently were. And they needed to be closer. So much closer.

As much as he didn’t want to stop hugging David, Josh agreed. In the end his cock was just as eager to plunge deep inside. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, seeing the magical purple glow coming from them but not thinking anything of it. It didn’t matter to them. Instead, Josh tugged David on for one last big kiss, smashing their lips together and kissing deeply before finally releasing his smaller boyfriend and maneuvering their bodies to get in position. He moved out from under David before pushing the nerd down onto his stomach.

Ordinarily, Josh would eat David’s ass out a little and prepare him for what was to come but they were both far too impatient for that. And so, like a horny animal, Josh slammed his cock inside David’s hole as fast as he could causing the nerd to yelp in pain and satisfaction as Josh plunged himself as deep as he could go.

He buried himself to the hilt with a dumb grin as the recording camera blinked in the corner of the room. “So deep… wanna be… deeper.” Josh groaned out as he slowly pumped his cock inside the man below.

He soon started to rest his body weight on top of his boyfriend, lying on top of David while wrapping his hands around him from behind. Soon after he continued to bury his cock nice and deep. And David welcomed it lovingly. Feeling Josh’s large muscled body pressing down on him from above while his hole was filled with dick felt euphoric to say the least. Neither of them could imagine being anywhere else. They only wished to be closer… and that’s exactly what the homo-bomb was about to grant.

It began with Josh’s cock.

Something inside him told him to just go for it and plunge as deep as he possibly could. So he pulled back a little, steadied himself, and without warning rammed his cock as deep inside David as he possibly could. Balls slapping against the nerd's ass as the jock’s cock disappeared inside the hole. In doing so both men let out a deep moan as Josh’s cock began fusing with David’s hole making it impossible for Josh to pull back out.

They should’ve been mortified at the realization but it only turned them on more with how amazing it felt to be attached. Connected at last. So much so that Josh continued to hump David as best he could despite it all.

Josh kissed along the back of David’s neck lovingly as they gave in to the magic. Completely oblivious to what it was doing to them. They were so focused on staying as close as possible that they didn’t even realize their bodies were slowly becoming more and more stuck together.

Josh’s chest began merging into David’s back. David’s ass merged further into Josh’s pelvis as even the jock’s balls became stuck to David’s taint. Josh’s hands which were still wrapped around David’s body gradually sank in.

But the camera caught it all.

It was hard for it to pick up on the small details at first but it soon became clear even on video that the couple was slowly sinking more and more into one another’s bodies. But even so, their moans only grew. As their bodies became intertwined, so did their sensations.

Josh began to feel the writhing pleasure of David’s cock as it bucked below them as well as the sensation of being filled by his dick. David started to feel as though he were fucking his own ass. They shared every little sensation. Perceiving everything the other felt and more! It was far beyond anything they’d experienced before. Almost otherworldly!

From the camera’s point of view, it looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

It soon became clear that their bodies weren’t just becoming stuck together as their legs finally sunk into one another completely, leaving behind just one pair of thick muscular legs between them.

They were merging!

Josh’s cock was absorbed and added on to David’s length, making their new shared cock thicker and longer to the point where it exceeded both of their former manhoods with a girthy shaft that sat at an impressive 9 inches. At the same time, David’s ass was absorbed as well, adding to Josh’s already thick butt and giving them a bigger rounder jock butt to share.

By this point, everything below their waist had become one and they knew it. Both men moaned about how great it felt to share one pair of longer buffer legs and a giant cock. Now instead of Josh humping David, they were humping the bed sheets below them together.

Josh’s arms that’d been wrapped around David’s torso soon disappeared inside and their mass was redistributed towards David’s skinny arms. They could both feel it as their now shared arms grew thicker with muscle. All of Josh’s hard-earned size combined with whatever small amount of muscle David had to create two huge powerful arms for them to show off and flex together.

At the same time, their torsos were pulled closer and closer together until they finally became one. They shared a pair of large juicy pecs and cobbled abs between them along with a wide back and massive shoulders! Their entire bodies having combined into one hunky form with the only thing left being their heads.

The pair continued to fill the apartment with their moans but as they did, their voices started getting mixed up! It sounded as though Josh’s deep voice was coming from David’s mouth and vice versa. But they didn’t care. As far as they were concerned they shared everything now.

Josh let out one last guttural groan before pressing his face against the back of David’s head and allowing it to sink inside. In doing so David’s face then began to twist and contort as his features started to mix with Josh’s, slowly becoming a perfect balance between the two as even their voices merged into one.

All until there was nothing left of the two individual men. Only one man who represented them both.

Feeling that they were finally complete, they let out a joyous roar of pleasure. Finally having become the embodiment of their desires! A feeling so incredible that they couldn’t help blowing the fastest load of their lives together all over the sheets below and onto their stomach. Their massive new dick shooting jets of their new potent seed. So much so that they ended up passing out face down on the bed in a pool of their cum…

———

Trevor wanted to be embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be!? This interviewer had pretty much just watched a porn video of his two former selves fucking before merging to become Trevor! He should’ve been mortified and yet, thanks to Wavell’s calming and erotic aura, Trevor had found himself plunging a hand into his shorts and jerking his massive meat.

“I promise I don’t remember any of that Mr Wavell…” Trevor pleaded as he jerked. “All I remember is that we both went to sleep in our beds and when we woke up… I was me.”

His mind rewound to yesterday morning when he’d first awoken as Trevor. Face down on Josh’s bed with a puddle of half-dried cum beneath him. Now he knew why.

Wavell put a hand on Trevor’s shoulder and smiled. “I believe you. Sometimes a transformation like that can be so intense that you don’t even remember it happening.” He then nodded towards the video. “Case and point.” The warlock then closed up the laptop and moved it off to the side, once again revealing the bulge in his suit pants after watching such a hot transformation unfold. “It’s a shame though. Looks like you enjoyed yourselves.” He smirked, groping his crotch a little.

Trevor was so enthralled by Wavell’s mere presence alone that it overpowered his desire to question the man. He didn’t care that this interviewer was getting just as horny as he was after watching that video or that he seemed to be strangely familiar with what happened to Trevor.

None of it mattered right now.

“So Trevor. I can’t help but notice you’re struggling to unify yourself.” Wavell began, rubbing a hand along the nerd-jock hybrid’s thick pecs. “You can’t speak as one yet. You need to take turns controlling your form.”

“Y-yes! It’s like… playing a single-player game where we have to keep passing the controller back and forth.” Trevor confirmed, bouncing his pecs absentmindedly as Wavell rubbed them. “Kinda like our bodies are one but… our brains are separate?”

“That’s an apt description. Usually, when a merge like this occurs it can take some time before the two separate minds can work as a single unit.” Wavell started with a hopeful tone and gave him a reassuring smile.

“However in time the two of you will be able to share thoughts non-verbally and eventually will be able to control your new body in unison as if you were always one person. Your interests and personalities will slowly meld together until eventually, you’ll just be Trevor. Inside and out.”

“And how long will that take? Days?” Trevor asked with trepidation and excited expectation.

Wavell hummed slightly as his hand drifted beneath Trevor’s shirt and began feeling his abs. “Hmmm more like… months to years.” He shrugged. “But if you want I can speed up the process for you.”

Trevor mulled it over, his two minds discussing their situation.

Of course, they enjoyed having a sense of individuality but it certainly wasn’t efficient. It took them twice as long to make decisions on anything and they were bound to have disagreements over who was in control of their body. In the long run, it was only gonna cause problems for them. That said, they decided it’d probably be better if they became one sooner rather than later.

“Let’s do it then. Speed me up. Make us whole.” Trevor exclaimed.

“Alright then. But first, I think I should introduce you to someone…” Wavell smirked deviously before standing up from the couch and closing his eyes. There was a moment of silence as Trevor watched on curiously. But the silence was swiftly broken by Wavell letting out a roar before bursting out of his tailored suit with a sudden growth of gigantic muscle. His biceps and thighs, pecs, and back ripped through the suit in an almost hulk-like fashion before the shredded material began reshaping itself into a more comfortable set of gym wear.

Following that, Wavell’s silver hair was replaced by a dark brown color while his face began to rejuvenate towards a younger and more jock-ish look. Not stopping until he’d transformed into a different person entirely! Not resembling the gentleman he’d once been at all.

“Ahhhh that’s better… nice and huge. I haven’t been out to play since I threw that damn Homo-bomb.” Alex Wavell commented while flexing.

Trevor was too stunned to speak. So far he’d just been going along with everything but this was something else! That hot middle-aged interviewer just transformed into a young stud before his very eyes! Yet as insane as it was, his cock couldn’t help drooling pre-cum at the sight and making a wet patch in his shorts.

Seeing this Wavell grinned cockily. “Don’t worry big boy. A lot of people who see this side of me have that reaction.”

He stood over Trevor, looking down at him past his huge pecs. “I thought I’d show you that you’re not the only one to have more than one personality rattling inside their head.”

Trevor’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re a merge? Like me??”

“Well… not exactly. I work more as a hive-mind I guess. It’s not as strange as it sounds though.” He tapped the side of his head. “There’s only one mind in charge that makes the decisions and controls this body. That’d be yours truly, Wavell. However, I’ve absorbed two other dudes into myself and it’s their bodies that I use for my physical appearance.” He said as he raised two fingers. “For example right now I’m tapping into Alex. Using his young meathead body while also drawing on his personality. All while the real Alex is still buried deep inside me. The same goes for Chris, the version of me you’d been talking to up until now. They’re both just parts of me now that I can use whenever I please.” He explained with a smirk, closing one finger for each persona he described.

“Do they… like it?” Trevor questioned, somewhat nervously.

Wavell laughed. “They might not have been willing at first but as soon as they were a part of me they realized how much of a privilege it is bro. Being able to bathe in the vast ocean of magic for the rest of their lives. For them being a part of me is like having a constant never-ending orgasm. Sometimes I’ll even check in on them to find them making out and fucking in my mind palace.” Wavell shuffled back onto the couch, sitting his huge frame on Trevor’s lap and rubbing his big muscle ass against Trevor’s bulge. “So yeah. They like it.”

Trevor gulped.

By this point, he hardly knew what he was hearing. All he knew was that this guy was anything but an ordinary interviewer. Before he could do or say anything else however, he felt this new hunk’s lips being pressed against his own. Kissing him long and deep. In an instant all of his doubts and worries about what or who the hell Wavell was melted away into nothing.

“So. How about we get you fully melded together bro?” Wavell stated after breaking the kiss. “This is gonna be hot as fuck.”

He rolled his ass over Trevor’s crotch, teasing him a little more, before finally standing back up and whipping out his cock. It was fat, heavy, and intimidating just like Trevor’s. “Now the way this is gonna work is you’re gonna suck me off until I bust down that gorgeous throat of yours. From there my magic cum will take care of the rest.”

It sounded like some kind of perverted prank yet as Wavell slowly edged his thick cock closer to Trevor’s mouth, the merged hunk couldn’t help but believe the mysterious man. Before long he was wrapping his lips around the tip.

Wavell let out a satisfied grunt as the merged adonis began slowly taking more and more of the cock in his mouth, allowing it to slide in, inch by inch. All the while sucking and lapping up any precum he could get from the warlock. That delicious saltiness slowly drove him mad with lust.

Since the moment Wavell showed up at his doorstep, the thought of sucking the silver daddy’s cock had been lurking in the back of his mind. Now that Wavell had become this hulking jock, that desire had bubbled over completely.

Truth be told Josh was never very good at sucking dick. He tried of course but they always knew David was the master when it came to dick-sucking. Hence David took control over Trevor for this part. Putting to use all the cock sucking skills he’d learned over the years. He took as much of Wavell’s fat rod as he could before running his tongue along the shaft and suctioning the tip only to deep throat it again moments later. Going through all the motions to service Wavell’s cock as best he could. Even stopping from time to time so he could suck on the warlock’s balls a little before returning to the leaking dick above.

“Mmmm yeah. Good boy.” Wavell grunted while rubbing Trevor’s head.

This went on for a good while as Trevor soon wrapped his hands around Wavell’s waist to keep him from moving, not that the warlock planned on going anywhere. The pair were completely oblivious to the time. Trevor was simply sucking away happily in an attempt to drain the fat balls before him and before long 20 minutes had flown by without them even realizing it!? He must’ve been more entranced by Wavell’s cock than he thought.

Wavell pounded the back of Trevor’s throat, feeling himself getting close at last. His balls began to churn as Trevor had already blown multiple loads over himself by this point. Yet as Wavell continued to throat fuck his most recent interviewee, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he’d been having a little too much fun with these interviews. Hell Chris Wavell had been doing them all up until now, the side of him that was supposed to be more mature and level-headed. Yet despite that, half of the interviews he’d conducted ended with him getting sucked off anyway. Oh well. He was getting the results he wanted so what was the harm?

Before long Trevor let out a long muffled groan as Wavell shot a thick load of cum into his mouth and right away he felt its power going to work. As he drank the rich ball batter, Trevor could feel his two minds merging. The line between Josh and David was quickly becoming blurred as if Wavell’s cum was the glue sticking them together.

Forging them into one mind. One consciousness.

Wavell certainly wasn’t lying when he said his magic cum would take care of the rest. After a few intense moments, Wavell could tell his work was done and slowly pulled his saliva-coated cock out before tucking it away.

Meanwhile, Trevor was silent for a moment, trying to comprehend the change. He still had all the memories and experiences of both Josh and David but now he felt like his own person. Like all of his thoughts were finally straightforward and linear, not needing to be a decision between two minds. It was incredible! He felt truly complete at last! He felt… perfect.

“I’ll be honest bro. I could’ve just completed your merge without the face fucking but seeing that video got me so damn riled up!” The hulking warlock admitted. “To make it up to ya I’ll toss in a freebie and alter your reality to make life easier for you my man.” With that Wavell placed a heavy hand on Trevor’s forehead and focused.

Merging as many aspects of his two former lives as possible. Making it so the world believed Trevor always existed and his sums did not. Giving him a mix of friend groups, giving him one of each parent (Josh’s father and David’s mother) while the other two parents were family friends. Keeping Josh’s Sports Studies course as a major while minoring in Physiology on David’s side. All that and more to perfectly blend the two lives into one. Blending them into Trevor.

“Woah.” Was all Trevor could say as Wavell removed his hand. “I… don’t know what to say…” He looked down at his hands, finally feeling as though they were his and something he shared with someone else.

“You don’t have to say anything dude. My execution of the Homo-Bomb might’ve been a tinnny bit sloppy but if your desire to merge was strong enough to cause my magic to deviate that dramatically then it was probably meant to be.” Wavell gave the merged hunk a wink. “Besides, this was pretty amusing for me. Anomalies like this make it fun. Not to mention I got some pretty good notes!” He glanced over towards the notepad he’d set down before transforming earlier. “Speaking of, I don’t feel like finishing those off. That’s all Chris.”

In an instant, the warlock’s massive muscles began to deflate once again to a much more modest size. His face grew more mature and his hair turned silver once more. Within moments the dashing Chris Wavell had returned with the gym clothes Alex had created morphing back into a fitted suit. He straightened his tie a little and smiled. “Well. I suppose my work here is done.”

He grabbed the notepad and checked over the notes he’d made earlier before adding some extra ones. “Interviewing you has been quite the treat Trevor. You’re one of a kind in this little experiment of mine.” He explained while writing. “I wish I could stay and chat longer with you but there’s still more subjects I must att-“ Wavell was cut off as he was suddenly wrapped up in a big hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Trevor exclaimed, holding the warlock tight and even lifting him up off his feet for a moment.

“Oh. Uhmm… you're welcome Trevor.” Wavell responded awkwardly. It was rare he ever received something like a hug from anyone besides his boyfriend. It was strange but… nice. Though he wasn’t much of a hugging person he just sort of patted Trevor’s back. Trevor didn’t mind though. Not one bit. He just wanted to show Wavell how grateful he was!

“I feel as though you’ve made me everything I was always meant to be. Everything Josh and David wished they could be!” He continued as he slowly released his grip on the suited man. “I don’t know exactly what that Homo-Bomb thing is that you were talking about but I’m so glad you made it! You’re a hero…” He leaned in and gave Wavell a big kiss on the cheek causing the all-powerful warlock to blush slightly.

“Hero huh?…” Wavell pondered on the word. He’d never really seen himself as a force for good or evil.

Just a force.

“Well. It was my pleasure, my dear friend. I hope now you can lead an even more fulfilling life than your former selves did.” He gave Trevor a sincere pat on the shoulder. “Oh, and I probably shouldn’t have told you about the Homo-Bomb. As far as everyone is concerned, I’m just investigating the event.” Wavell twirled the pen in his fingers and spun it onto his ear.

“Usually I’d erase your memories… but if you can promise to keep it between us then I’ll let you remember.” He smirked with a purpose.

“Of course. I won’t tell a soul.” Trevor confirmed with a big smile.

“Good. Well in that case I’ll be on my way. I might come back to visit sometime though to see how you’re getting on.” Wavell made his way towards the door, Trevor following close behind him. “Oh, and you should probably change those shorts.” He said, turning around and glancing down at the huge wet patch Trevor had from cumming over himself earlier.

With that, the Warlock said his farewell to the new completely merged man and was finally on his way towards his last handful of subjects.

Dane had been doing a good job at interviewing a lot of them so it was going to be fun to compare notes once they were finished. Speaking of, he should probably read over what he got written down…

Trevor Griffin. 21 years of age. College student studying both Physiology and Sports Studies. Two different birthdays converses with himself and has twice the amount of residual magic in his body.

Before the Homo-Bomb he was two people, David and Josh. They were acquaintances in high school and found themselves forming a romantic connection after moving in together for college. Quite the surprise since they seemed to be social opposites. They started a relationship shortly after Josh went through a breakup and claim to have been very happy but always found themselves desiring more.

Being envious of the things the other has achieved but in a way that made them feel as though they were parts of the same whole. Josh wishes he was smarter and David wishes he were buffer and more confident. These desires seem to have been so strong that they created an anomaly when they were affected by the Homo-Bomb.

Camera footage from Josh’s bedroom shows that, unlike most others who underwent individual changes, they were instead drawn to one another in an extremely intimate way. David is seen being lured into Josh’s bedroom by the magic where the two of them made love until they started fusing into one being. That being would be Trevor. A seemingly perfect mix between the two.

Trevor didn’t have any memory of this merge until he was shown the recording. His physical body is perfect however his two minds are not.

On the inside, David and Josh are still separate beings who are struggling to control their shared form. This is something that likely would resolve itself in time however I decided to help them along and merge their minds myself.

With my help, they’re now a complete fusion with a new reality to go along with it. That said I’m baffled that the Homo-Bomb would deviate to this degree. I know that I should’ve been more careful and performing such a new and experimental spell as Alex probably wasn’t the best idea but this case truly goes to show just how unpredictable magic can be when not perfected.

I’ll need to keep this in mind when I next try to perform the Homo-Bomb.

Once again, however, despite them not being my intention, I’m pleased with these results nonetheless. Seeing such an intelligent hunk such as Trevor be born out of this spell is quite a delight and he seemed to think the same judging by how grateful he was after figuring out I was the one that caused all this. I’ve allowed him to keep his memories for now as long as he keeps all this secret.

(Original story posted June 15th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Here’s opening to my other big series! I’m gonna be uploading each part back to back until it’s all complete. Gotta say I’m pretty excited to read through this one again and I hope you all are as well ❤️

More soon to come…

There was a strong masculine scent in the air. The scent of hard work and passion in the form of sweat wafting through the air. The scent was of course accompanied by the sounds of weights clanging and men grunting as they pushed their muscles to the limits in the hopes they would grow even bigger. It was the sound and smell of almost every gym on the planet. This one in particular however was bang in the middle of a small town by the name of Bellmare.

Just like all the other gyms, it was jam-packed with either massive muscle hunks or other men working hard to become such. Amongst these men however was a particularly powerful warlock of whom many myths had spread about. And yet he blended in flawlessly. It was no wonder considering he looked just as much like a meathead as half the guys there. Wearing a fitted t-shirt and shorts. Not hesitating to show off the shape of his huge bulging muscles lined with thick veins. Not to mention his handsome jockish face complimented by a short beard. Most guys didn’t even think twice when they saw him bench pressing insane amounts of weight like the stud he was. Little did they know they were in the presence of a borderline god…

Of course Wavell knew he could workout at home in the huge gym he whipped up for himself and Dane back at the mansion but blending into the human world was so much fun sometimes. Even more so when he got to act like a complete meathead which wasn’t hard when using the form of Alex Wavell, his younger and hunkier looking alter ego. Of course he adored using the form he was most well known for, the mature silver fox suit wearing daddy that was Chris Wavell, but just getting to let loose as a young hunk from time to time was such a pleasure. Getting to use all the physical strength that Alex’s form awarded him just made him feel powerful in a way other than just his unmatched magical might. And he fucking loved it!

He must’ve been in the gym for at least an hour getting a pump for both his back and chest. The feeling of power surging through him with every exercise was addictive. Feeling his pecs swell with every press. Feeling his back ripple with every pull. All that made transforming into Alex sort of feel like a guilty pleasure considering he was used to being such a smart well dressed gentleman in his usual form. Getting to act like a dumb jock who’s only purpose in life was to get swole as fuck was invigorating in a sense. It was pretty easy to slip into that mentality as well since his personality usually shifted a little to match whichever form he was using. And right now Mr Wavell was a gym obsessed meathead!

After finishing his final exercise, Wavell sat on one of the benches and looked around the gym. There were studs as far as the eyes could see. Some lifting weights, some using machines and others using the multitude of other equipment provided to help sculpt their bodies. The pervy Warlock couldn’t help but eye each of them up. His eyes running up and down each and every hunk. Analysing the curves and contours of their muscles. Judging which one guy had the biggest arms, which one had the biggest chest and of course which one had the fattest ass. Yet as he continued to scan over all the delicious eye candy, Wavell couldn’t help but sigh. He could tell with nothing but a glance that almost every man in this gym was straight. It was a shame, he thought. All that masculinity not getting a chance to be worshiped by other men. In other words, a total waste in Wavell’s eyes…

For a moment Wavell had considered conducting some magical ‘experiments’ on some of these hunks. Perhaps making them more open to the idea of letting other men grope their bodies or even just body swapping a few of them with skinny gays that wished to be bigger. Just then however, his mind flickered back to a certain project he’d been working on over the last few months. A powerful spell to be precise. “Yessss… this could be the perfect opportunity to test it…” Wavell thought with a mischievous glint in his eye.

The brunet meathead stood up with a stretch, smirking as the scent of his sweaty pits continued to invade his nose. He’d never get tired of the post workout stench this hulking body exuded. It was a smell that screamed raw masculinity and it mixed in well with the sweaty aroma of the gym. Wavell took one last look around at all the other hunks, grinning to himself knowing they had absolutely zero idea of what was going to happen to them. With that he swiped up his things and sauntered out of the gym, giving the man at the desk a nod as he passed, with an air of confidence surrounding him that bordered on cockiness. “Fuck… I need to use this body more often.” Wavell murmured to himself before vanishing in a twister of purple smoke.

———

Meanwhile, as Wavell had been lifting weights to his heart's content, his boyfriend Dane had decided to stay at the mansion so he could throw together a nice meal for the two of them to eat. Of course he knew Wavell could just magic a meal up for them but there was just a certain amount of satisfaction they got out of doing it themselves. Plus cooking was a fun pastime when you just use magic to do all the cleaning up afterwards. He’d been standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a jockstrap and an apron. Since he could only channel Wavell’s power through himself when wearing only the jockstrap, he’d kinda gotten used to it.

Chicken and Chorizo Risotto he decided. It was a dish he’d always loved and even now after becoming a new man thanks to his boyfriend, he still loved it. He cooked up the chicken first before moving onto the chorizo. The smell of sizzling meat filling the air before he put the rice on with it. As it cooked he tossed a few more ingredients into his saucepan before finally stirring everything together into a delicious looking Risotto.

Wavell still hadn’t arrived home by this point. Typical. Whenever Wavell goes to gym as Alex he spends ages immersing himself there. With a sigh Dane covered the saucepan with a lid to keep the food warm before making his way into one of the nearby living quarters. He tosses his apron off before collapsing on one of the couches, lying on his stomach while sprawling his bulky body out. He gently rested his head on one of the cushions as he thought about how he must look like such a himbo slut, walking around the mansion in nothing but a jock 24/7. His boyfriend never made any sort of effort to hide the way his eyes constantly wandered over Dane’s form. He didn’t mind though. If anything he enjoyed it. Getting to show off his incredible new body was somewhat liberating.

While he waited, Dane decided to do a little reading. He thought of getting up to grab a book from the massive library Wavell had created for him but instead he saw it as another opportunity to practice his own magic skills. Without shifting from the sofa Dane closed his eyes and focused. The familiar spectrum colour that was his magic appeared to him. He pulled at the colours with his mind just like he’d practiced to activate his abilities. When his eyes opened again they glowed a familiar gold rather than their usual blue, the same colour he’d been pulling at in his mind. He held out his hands and focused, thinking of the book he wanted to read and just like that the book disappeared from the library and reappeared in Dane’s hands with poof of golden smoke.

“Haha! I’m really getting the hang of this stuff!” Dane celebrated, glad that he didn’t have to try three or four times to get the right book like he had in the past. With a satisfied grin the hunk allowed his eyes to fade back to their usual colour before opening up the book. The Lightning-Struck Heart it was called. He’d already read the book before and it was easily one of his favourites but when he saw Wavell had gotten him a rare limited edition version of the book, he couldn’t help but start reading it again.

About 30 minutes later a familiar vortex of purple smoke swirled in the centre of the room Dane was in, dispersing seconds later to reveal his boyfriend. Wavell’s bulky muscle bound form glistening with sweat from his workout.

“About time. I finished making dinner half an hour ago.” Dane tsked before turning his attention back towards the book.

Wavell cocked a smirk. “Sorry babe. I just lost track of time.”

Dane glanced up at Wavell again with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t try pulling that on me. I know the pocket dimension we’re in runs outside of normal time. You just get sloppy with your magic when you’re all beefed up on testosterone in that form after a workout.” He accused, motioning over Wavell's thick muscular form while trying to hide how much it turned him on.

The warlock let out a deep chuckle. “Alright, fine. Maybe I was a little sloppy when teleporting back.” He admitted while sauntering over to where his boyfriend was laid. “But in my defence before you got here I never had to think of teleporting back here for a certain time. I’ve always been alone here so it didn’t really make a difference until now.” Wavell knelt down beside the couch, gently running a hand through Dane’s hair before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek. He couldn’t help but notice how Dane blushed a little right after. “Heh. I know you can’t stay mad at me.” He grinned while running a hand along Dane’s back until he reached the pert bubble butt his boyfriend sported, groping it playfully.

Dane turned his attention back towards the hairy bulky man that was currently squeezing his ass. “It’s fine. No apology needed. Just don’t lie to me about it okay?” He leaned forward and gave Wavell a smile with a quick kiss.

“You sure you don’t want my apology?” Wavell grinned devilishly as his meaty fingers slid closer to Dane’s hole. “It’s a really good one.” Without another word he stuffed two fingers into Dane’s hole, digging them in deep so they could explore the ass he’d grown to love so much.

The almost naked hunk let out a grunt of unmistakable satisfaction. Wavell always knew just how to pleasure his hole. One might say he had magic fingers. And strangely enough it felt just that little bit better when he was Alex. Maybe it was extra meatiness to his fingers or how his approach was a bit rougher and more… primal. Of course he adored his sex life with the smart, suit loving Chris Wavell as well but he’d really learned to appreciate the occasions he got to have while being Alex. Each form had its benefits.

“Mmmmpff fuck… not now… save it for after dinner.” Dane just about managed to get out.

With a content smile Wavell removed his fingers from his lover's hole as per his request, pleased by how he’d turned Dane into a hot mess with nothing but his touch. “Fine. But you had better get ready to take all this fuckin dick later.” Wavell added, grabbing his crotch a little before giving Dane’s ass a hefty smack.

“Jesus… you act like such a meathead when you’re like this.” Dane remarked but once again his blush gave away just how much he really enjoyed it. “And you smell like one too. Go jump in the shower quickly while I set up the table. I don’t wanna smell your post workout musk from across the table as we eat.”

“Why? Because it’ll make you horny?” Wavell teased, lifting up his arms and showing off his sweaty pits.

Dane simply stared at Wavell with a raised eyebrow that said everything without a word.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get a shower.” He chuckled before standing back up again. “Can’t wait to taste whatever you’ve cooked up bro!” He exclaimed while striding out of the room, leaving Dane alone with a painfully hard erection pressing against the couch inside his jockstrap.

———

Wavell sat down at the table in a fresh pair of clothes, hair still slightly damp from his shower. Their meals were already set out and it looked delicious as always. He praised Dane on how good it all looked before picking up some cutlery and digging in. Of course Wavell never actually needed to eat. His own magic was enough to sustain him indefinitely without the need for any kind of food or hydration. He only ever did so for pleasure once in a while. However, when he was in this thick bodybuilder form, he would tend to eat a lot more out of habit or instinct which he’d inherited from the man he’d stolen this body from. Always making sure to get his calories in so he won’t lose any gains (even though his form was locked in shape and couldn’t actually lose any regardless).

Dane did the same, having a large mouthful of his own Risotto, pleased to see his boyfriend wolfing it down. “Slow down babe. You look like a starved wild animal.” He joked.

The warlock blushed slightly. “Sorry. Habit I guess and this stuff is just so good.” He paces himself a little more, taking a more well portioned mouthful next rather than the mountains worth he was shoveling in before.

As usual the two chatted casually, Dane telling Wavell about the book he’d been reading as to try and encourage him to read it as well. Wavell recalled how he saw some people using some gym equipment not so correctly and how he offered to help them out as he passed by. But as he got onto the subject of the gym, he soon remembered his plan from earlier.

“Dane. I’ve got a little something in mind that I need to share with you. It’s a project I’ve had brewing for awhile now and I think it’s finally time to test it out.” He began rather cryptically before shoving another lump of chicken into his mouth. Dane listened intently as Wavell continued, eager to see where this was going. “Well as you know when we use our magic we usually only use it on one or two people at a time. Sure I’ve bent reality on a global scale a couple of times but I’ve never made personal changes to a large scale group of people all at once before. I know that I can do it, it’s more about just doing it right. Trying to make the same change to so many people at the same time isn’t a simple task. That’s why I’ve been developing a little spell that should be able to accomplish such a feat. I call it ‘The Homo-Bomb’ and if I get it right, the results are going to be fucking glorious.”

Incredibly intrigued by this, Dane naturally had to question further. “And the results are gonna be???… Come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”

Wavell smirked. “In short, any straight man caught in the radius of the Homo-Bomb should turn completely and utterly gay. As long as I’ve fine tuned the spell correctly.”

“Oh? And what if it isn’t fine tuned? Could it be dangerous?” Dane asked.

“No, not at all. It’ll be perfectly safe. But if it isn’t perfect then there’s a high chance that there’ll be some anomalies. People could be affected by the spell in slightly different ways than intended. But that’s why I want to test it. To see if any anomalies occur and if so I’ll know that I have more work to do.” Wavell gave his boyfriend an innocent smile with that rugged face of his before digging back into the final remains of his food.

Dane was slightly taken aback. Wavell had never mentioned this project of his before but he had to admit it sounded interesting to say the least. “Well… I do love a good experiment. When were you thinking of testing this spell out?”

“Tonight probably.” Wavell replied nonchalantly.

The almost naked hunk’s eyes widened. “Tonight!? Jesus, you need to stop telling me these things at the very last second.”

Wavell chuckles before stuffing the last of his food into his mouth. “Sorry babe. From now on you’re all in on this. In fact I want you to help me out afterwards as well with gathering results if that’s alright.”

Of course Dane agreed. After hearing about Wavell’s plan he couldn’t help but feel excited to see it all go down. He finished up the rest of his own dinner as well before placing the dishes in the sink. After that he headed off to their bedroom upstairs and looked through the enormous walk-in closet Wavell made for him. Sifting through all the amazing clothes until he found a set that he liked. With that he came back down to see Wavell stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs.

“Wow. I’m so used to seeing you in nothing but a jockstrap that clothes almost look weird on you.” The cheeky warlock quipped.

“Heh. Wearing them kinda feels weird as well now.” Dane admitted. “But anyway, let's not waste anymore time. I’m dying to see what this ‘Homo-Bomb’ of yours will look like!” He practically jumped into Wavell’s arms, their muscular bodies pressing against each other. Without another word the pair was encased in a spire of smoke before vanishing from the mansion.

———

When Wavell and Dane reappeared in the real world, night had already befallen the town of Bellmare. Most people were already fast asleep and completely unaware of the pair of magical hunks looking down on them. The couple floated in the sky, high enough to get a full view of the entire town.

“This is the town I was at earlier while working out. I thought it would make a good testing ground for the experiment .” Wavell said. “Not too big. Not too small. Miles worth of open land in every direction past the town border. Hell fuckin yeah. I feel like I could place a dome on top of it and watch as all my little subjects scurry around cluelessly. This is gonna be awesome.”

“Well don’t keep me waiting. Let’s see what this Homo-Bomb of yours has got!” Dane exclaimed excitedly before giving Wavell a kiss on the cheek.

With a smirk Wavell drifted away from Dane slightly while looking down below. Wavell made sure to keep his power consciously flowing into Dane’s body to allow his boyfriend to continue floating on his own. He’d become quite the natural at it after just a few lessons.

Wavell took a deep breath, his large pecs heaving as he closed his eyes to focus. Dane simply watched on in curiosity as Wavell put his hands together, causing them to glow purple with burgeoning magic. The glow gradually began to grow brighter as sparks of electricity began to crackle around him. Then after about a minute or so he slowly started to pull his hands apart, a small ball of concentrated magical energy forming between them as he did.

“Woah…” Dane muttered under his breath. He’d never really seen Wavell do something like this before. Usually it was just a wave of his hand and it was done. But he was clearly taking a lot more care with this.

The ball of energy grew bigger and brighter between Wavell’s hands until he decided to raise it above his head. Once he did it started to grow at a much more rapid pace. The programming was all done now and all it needed was a sufficient amount of power to cover the town. Wavell still needed to concentrate though. He didn’t want to accidentally give the bomb too much power. If he did it could end up covering the entire country or more! Although maybe if this works properly he’ll consider doing that anyway.

Soon enough the bomb had grown so large that Dane had backed away a little further, intimidated by the large mass of magical power before him. The deep purple colour of the bomb was now bright enough to cast a glow onto the town below. Almost like an omen for what was to come.

“Is it ready yet?” Dane asked nervously.

Wavell opened his eyes and glanced over at his lover with a reassuring smile. He looked up at the purple mass of energy above his head and then back over at Dane. “Pretty much yeah! You think I should throw this thing or what bro!?” His smile turned into an almost maniacal grin spreading across his jock-like mug.

Dane glanced at the town below and then up at the ball of energy as it pulsed and crackled with energy. “I mean… if you think it’s safe th-”

Dane was cut off before he could finish as Wavell sent his arms forward, plunging the bomb down towards Bellmare. Dane had no idea what to expect as he braced himself for some kind of explosion. But when the bomb hit the ground it simply burst into a massive cloud of magical mist like one giant balloon.

A thick purple fog quickly settled over the town. It soon invaded the homes of the citizens of Bellmare, being absorbed mostly into the bodies of sleeping straight men. Making changes to their bodies and minds. But of course the homo-bomb was yet to be perfected and some anomalies were bound to take place…

“Hahaha! Look at that! An entire town submerged in my glorious power! And I could do so much more if I wanted.” Wavell boasted cockily as he floated back over towards Dane and wrapped an arm around the other man. “You see how powerful your boyfriend is babe? I’m the most powerful being on the planet. Probably the whole universe!” He gloated, flexing his free arm and watching his biceps bulge with strength, knowing full well how much power he had contained in his body.

Dane can’t help blushing a little seeing Wavell act so cocky and prideful about his power. Many would think it was irritating to see a man that engrossed in himself but Dane just couldn’t help but swoon. He allowed himself to be pulled in tight by his lover as they watched the cloud of magic settle, cuddling against Wavell’s large chest a little. Wavell was usually the one leading the two of them through their magical adventure anyway but when he was Alex, he really took charge. It must’ve been that dominant jock personality in him and Dane had absolutely no problem being submissive.

“My magic should already be taking hold.” Wavell lowered his arm and placed his free hand on his hip. “By morning all the changes should be complete. At that point we’ll need to start gathering results if you’re up for it.” He kissed the top of Dane’s head sweetly.

“Yeah of course. I’m actually pretty excited to see if this spell of yours has worked or not.” Dane replied, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Good to hear my man.” Wavell rubbed Dane’s arm a little. “But I don’t really feel like doing all that boring shit. If I have to listen to dudes babble on about getting hard for other dudes instead of chicks I’ll be hitting my head against a wall within an hour. Not that I don’t like gay stuff but…” He huffed, dreading the idea of sitting and hearing countless people go on and on about their, probably very similar, experiences. “That’s more Chris’ department. So…” Wavell took a deep breath, calming his mind. He reached into his subconscious, disconnecting himself from Alex before hooking back up to Chris instead. The moment he did his body began to change.

His huge imposing muscles began to shrink down into a more compact form. Reducing until he was leaner than Dane again. His entire body began to age, going from mid twenties to late forties but still retaining its vigour. His face started to look less jockish and more distinguished as lines of wisdom and maturity etched themselves across it. Of course he was still as handsome as ever though, just in a more “daddy-like” way, as his short brown locks began to turn more of a salt and pepper colour along with his beard hair, adding to his mature look. His beard even reshaped itself into a more meticulously groomed state. Everything from his pecs to his ass reduced towards a still muscular but less bulky state. “Mmmmm fuuuuuuck ooohhh…” He moaned with a pleasurable grin. Partially due to his voice switching from Alex’s youthful British tone to Chris’ more refined but still masculine and American sounding one. Not to mention his fat 9 inch cock was undergoing some small changes of its own. Losing a tiny bit of its thickness but in return lengthening up to about 10 and a half inches! Before long the sporty clothes Wavell had chosen earlier were hanging off his body as his physical transformation came to an end.

“Ugh. My other self really has absolutely no sense of style.” Wavell scoffed looking down at what he was wearing, now fully immersed as Chris Wavell once again. “Out of all the nice clothes I own or could’ve conjured up, I decided on this?” He gestured towards the black shorts and navy green t-shirt which had previously hugged Alex’s form rather tightly. He shook his head disapprovingly before waving his hand with a magical glow.

Immediately his clothes began to change. Joggers turning into a nice pair of fitted sky blue suit pants while his t-shirt moulded itself into a crisp white button down. A matching blue suit jacket materialised itself around him in spectacular fashion before an ornate watch followed the same example by strapping itself to his wrist. His large pair of dirty sneakers soon found themselves morphing into a nice fancy pair of brown dress shoes that complemented his outfit well.

“Ahhh that’s much better.” Wavell smiled with relief as he fixed his jacket a little. “Now my love, I suppose we’d better… oh.” He finally looked over at Dane to see the other man’s eyes filled with wonder along with a huge boner pressing against his pants. “I uhhh… forgot how much you enjoy watching me do that.” Wavell chuckled.

Dane didn’t say a word at first, simply floating closer to Wavell again. Then, without warning, he gripped Wavell’s jacket and pulled the silver fox of a warlock in for an aggressive kiss. Naturally Wavell was a tad surprised but he had no problem returning the kiss. “Fuck me.” Dane blurted upon pulling apart momentarily before kissing his lover again. “Fuck me like the other you promised me he would.” He begged, causing Wavell to recall the promise he’d made to Dane not so long ago.

(Original story posted January 27th 2023) This story has been significantly Updated!

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1

The second part is back! Apologies for the large gap between reposting this one and the last. Gonna attempt to get part three up a little quicker but I hope you all enjoy this one in the meantime. Have had tons of fun updating this story so far and a like to think it’s a string upgrade from the original. Thanks again for the support everyone!

Read Part 1 Here! Part 3 returning soon…

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“I-I’m… I’m Chris fucking Bumstead!!” He announced, almost not believing his own words as they spilled out in a new unfamiliar voice. The man staring back at him in the mirror was none other than the bodybuilding celebrity himself. It shouldn’t have been possible and yet somehow… it was. His rational mind scrambled for some kind of reasonable explanation but there simply wasn’t one. It was all far too real to be a dream. From the scents swirling around in the air to the way his hulking form moved in such an unfamiliar way sent his brain into a tailspin trying to comprehend it all. There was no way it could all be a work of fiction from his sleeping mind despite how impossible it seemed. Just to be sure Martin did the typical thing of pinching one of his thick arms. Nope. Still here. All that did was make him realise just how real his massive biceps were.

With the mirror still ahead of him, Martin couldn’t think of anything else to do other than inspect himself. Starting with his face. He took a few heavy steps towards the mirror to get a better look at the new adorably handsome features he now adorned. The very first thing he felt drawn too was his new beard. It was much thicker and fuller than any beard he’d been able to grow in the past. It framed his gorgeous new mug perfectly while enhancing the squareness of his jawline for an added masculinity Martin could’ve only dreamt of until now. He couldn’t help stroking his fingers through it with admiration a few times with a bewildered chuckled.

It didn’t take long however for his fingers to roam past his beard to touch the rest of his face. The sensation was hard to comprehend as he wandered the shapes and contours of his facial features. Over your life you get so accustomed to the face that you were born with that it’s difficult to imagine how someone else’s face would feel. Even the most subtle differences from the way his nose arched to the depth his eyes were mind boggling to Martin as it all defied the expectations he’d come to know. It completely threw off his sense of touch in a way that was both nauseating and exhilarating at the same time. Even the tiniest differences in his facial structure were noticeable. But through it all he couldn’t help but be distracted by those expressive new brows of his paired with those piercing teal eyes looking back at him. Eyes that usually looked so driven and motivated but right now on Martin seemed lost, confused but also intrigued with underlying lust that was fast growing.

“I can’t believe it… I… I really am him!” Martin muttered to himself, growing more and more giddy as he heard Chris’ natural Canadian accent flowing from his mouth. It was true though. By some miracle he’d become the very man that’d been the focus of countless jerk off sessions for him. Lord only knows how many loads Martin had lost over the years thinking about Chris Bumstead. And now he owned that very same face and body that millions of people would undoubtedly drop to their knees for a chance to worship. He used to dream of being one of those people bowing at Chris’ feet. Now all Martin could think about was how those massive feet belonged to him along with everything else he fantasised about running his hands and tongue over.

Speaking of, Martin couldn’t ignore the rest of his body any longer. How the hell could he? Just moments ago he’d been your average lean dude just looking to get a tad bigger at the gym. Now he was one of the few men in the world having been awarded the Mr Olympia classic physique title! Multiple times at that! He had to take a few steps back until he was almost pressed against the cubicle wall just to get a full view whole body in the mirror.

“Holy fuck… I’m massive.” As he said that last word ‘massive’ he couldn’t help but notice the new lisp he’d inherited from Chris. It was one of the many things that made that titan of a man so damn cute at the same time. Just another thing he’d have to get used to it seemed, not that he minded.

With that the very first thing he did was grab both pecs and an instant feeling of wonder rippled through body and mind as he gave them a hefty squeeze. They were so thick and full with muscle that even his new meatier hands couldn’t contain them. That didn’t stop him from trying though as he groped them both with a giddy smile on his face. To go from a relatively flat chest to having two melon sized slabs of meaty muscle jutted out in front of him was mind blowing in a way that already had his dick tingling. He still couldn’t believe just how tight the tank top fit him now either. It’d been hanging off him moments ago but now it showed off all his assets perfectly. His chest stretched out the front while his godly arms were on full display. But he needed to get a better look at what was underneath.

With one smooth motion Martin pulled the tank top up and over his head before tossing it on the bench. “Whoa…” he muttered, finally getting a proper look at the full upper body he now owned. Sure he’d seen it online before but actually seeing it in person as his own reflection was something else entirely. “I’ve got fuckin abs now as well!” He stated proudly with disbelief and a nervous smile while running a hand along them. Tracing every ridge and contour that was now etched into his skin. They were a perfect balance between tight and thick in a way that sent shivers down his spine just touching them and knowing they somehow belonged to him now.

Despite how incredible his abs were Martin couldn’t help but be drawn back to his monstrous chest. They somehow looked even more inviting that they weren’t being hidden under his tank top. Finally on full display as they rose and fell hypnotically in time with his breathing. Each pec capped off with a stiff pointed nipple that only grew more rigid in the cool air. He hefted them again and couldn’t help noting the subtly soreness in his chest, likely from Chris’ workout. Yet for some reason Martin found it oddly satisfying. Like knowing he’d achieved something. He gave them another squeeze before letting his fingers rest around the aforementioned nipples. After that it wasn’t long before Martin found himself having to stifle a deep moan while pinching those sensitive little fuckers as they sent shocks of electrifying arousal through his entire body. There was no doubt they felt better than his old nipples. He almost didn’t want to stop pinching them. They were like a lightning rod straight to his cock as a noticeable tent began forming in his shorts.

“Mmmmhh… ughhhhnn… f-fuuuckuugh…” Martin grumbled to himself as his cock began to pulse violently. He was unable to stop one hand from wandering down towards his crotch while the other remained stimulating his nipples and kneading his pecs. He ran his hand over the outline of his dick and immediately his eyes widened with shock. He pulled his hand away as he stared down at his bulge. He knew it'd changed during that whole transformation from before, he’d felt it, but actually feeling it was difficult to fathom. For some reason his brain had still been expecting the same average cock he’d always had but the outline he’d just felt was anything but average. It was girthy. Fat. It was… more eager than ever. Just looking down at the bulge was making his mouth go dry.

One half of Martin’s mind was screaming at him to just tug his shorts down and set that beast free. And he wanted to give in to that urge so damn badly! But the other side of his brain was scared. If that was even the right word. Apprehensive? Nervous to see the monster now hanging between his huge thighs. Regardless he decided to build up to it. To check out the rest of his new assets before getting to the big one.

So after giving himself a moment to compose, Martin returned his attention to the mirror before lifting up his arms and flexing them. Watching gleefully as his biceps peaked with carefully crafted strength and muscle. He could already feel himself getting drunk on the power his arms exuded as he imagined just how much weight he could life now. But as he lifted them higher, Martin began to notice something that made his eyes light up. His scent. He hadn’t noticed it as much at first as his new nose was of course more attuned to it. But with his armpits raised up, it was finally starting to hit him. That sweaty masculine scent he’d been getting high on before wasn’t just coming from the stolen clothes anymore. That gorgeous aroma… it was coming from him! That powerful musk belonged to him! It seeped from his sweaty armpits! His sweaty crotch and ass! It was all his!

Just as Martin was about to start digging his nose into his armpits in another sniffing frenzy, he heard the sounds of noisy gym bro’s storming in after finishing their own workouts. Of course part of him wanted to stay locked in here so he could explore his new body for all its worth here and now… but he figured all the background noise would inevitably ruin the experience. And so, as much as he wanted to rip off his shorts and get a look at the full package he was working with right now, he did his best to restrain himself while slipping his tank top back on.

Martin took one last look in the mirror to quickly admire his bulky legs that he hadn’t gotten a chance to worship yet before walking out of the cubicle a few minutes later. He carried his old smaller clothes under his arm, not sure what to do with them as they sure as hell wouldn’t fit him now. It was then that he remembered Chris’ gym bag. It’d been sitting next to the bench where he’d found Chris’ clothes. Perfect!

He darted around the corner towards the aisle he’d taken the bodybuilder’s clothes from and sure enough the gym bag was still sitting exactly where it’d been left. Without a second thought, Martin grabbed the bag and unzipped it to find a large set of clean regular clothes that Chris had probably been planning on changing into. That reminded him. If he had Chris’ body now… then what had happened to the real Chris Bumstead? Had he somehow vanished just for Martin to take his place? Had Chris shrunk down and transformed into Martin’s old self? Or was he completely fine and just having a shower completely unaware that he now had a twin?

If the last case were true then he didn’t wanna stick around for long. Who knows what kind of chaos would ensue if Chris came out to find his doppelgänger out here! Just in case though, he left the extra clothes and towel in the locker that Chris had seemingly left open before stuffing his own old clothes into the gym bag instead and making his way out of the gym’s locker room with haste. Rushing past all the people that gazed in his direction with awe as they recognised his famous physique.

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Stepping out of the gym, Martin took his first deep breath of fresh air with his new lungs. He did so with a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Only question now was where to go next? It’s not like he could go to Chris’ place. For a start he didn’t even know where it was and secondly he knew the real Chris had a wife. He can’t imagine it’d take her long to figure out that something was up. After all, Martin might’ve had Chris’ body but he still didn’t know anything about his life past what he’d seen online. Right now he didn’t want the hassle of trying to fake it. That in mind the only real option was for him to head back to his apartment for now and try to keep on the down low until he was able to figure out what his next move was here.

With the gym bag slung over his massive shoulder, Martin began to march his way back home. As he did he couldn’t help but notice the difference in his stride. Naturally his larger frame made his whole stance wider which in turn gave him a bit more swagger when he walked. There was a certain confidence to the way he moved as well. Confidence that hadn’t been there before. Like he was just so sure of himself now on a subconscious level. Part of it was likely due to muscle memory but still.

It wasn’t until he was about half way home however that he started to notice a fast growing hunger in belly. At first he tried ignoring it but that soon became impossible when his stomach started growling at him. Sure he had some food at home he could shovel down to satiate his hunger but not much of it was suited to the diet this body was used to. He knew well enough that Chris treated his body like a temple for the most part. Of course he’d have some cheat meals here and there or a sweet snack once in a while but overall a top tier bodybuilder like Chris always kept on top of his eating. Making sure he was feeding his body all the right things to keep his muscles huge and strong. Of course Martin could just ignore that and eat whatever he wanted but… if he’d been gifted a body as godly as this he should at least try to take care of it as best he can right?

Thankfully there was a pretty decent shop on the way home for the huge man to stop for some healthier options than what he had stored in his cupboards. He wasn’t exactly sure what to get so he ended up using one of Chris’ own YouTube videos about what he eats in the day to get a good idea of what to look for. Before long Martin had managed to fill his basket with plenty of healthy ingredients and that would help to make a filling meal worthy of this new bulky body of his.

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Home at last. Martin grabbed the door handle and let himself inside, bagged groceries in hand. He closed the door before turning around only to jump out of his skin in shock! Inside his apartment on the other side of his living room was a stranger that he most certainly didn’t recognise. The stranger didn’t seem the least bit surprised however as he remained sat on the couch staring at Martin with a smirk.

“W-who the hell are you!?” Martin shouted, the panic and confusion clearly visible in his tone of voice. Despite that, he sounded a hell of a lot more intimidating now as he shouted those words from this goliath of a body. And yet the stranger didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated. Amused perhaps but nothing more.

The man didn’t reply right away, instead opting to get up from his couch and take a few slow steps closer. His shoes clicked against the floor with every pace in a way that made the larger man’s heart race. He was well put together with immaculate hair and a suit that hugged his frame. Though as the stranger noticed Martin backing up a little, he chuckled and put his hands in the air as if to signal that he was harmless.

“Hey, hey. No reason to be afraid, my huge hunky friend.” He said in an almost flirtatious voice as he scanned Martin’s gargantuan form. “Look. You can just call me Wavell. I’m the one responsible for the gift bestowed upon you. Martin.” Wavell claimed, surprising Martin at the use of his real name despite looking nothing like his former self now. “Unless you’d rather me call you Chris? That is who you are now after all. Chris Bumstead. You said it yourself if I remember correctly…” Wavell added while scratching his bearded chin lazily.

“You know that I’m… wait what do you mean you’re responsible!?” Martin questioned, still unsure of the whole situation. So many queries spun around his head that Martin struggled to even process what was happening right now as he slowly paced the bag of groceries down on the ground.

Wavell rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, you know exactly what I mean. I made you into the man that you are. I’m the one that gave you the body of a multiple time Mr Olympia winner.” He laughed a little as he took a few steps closer, watching as the gears in Martin’s head turned. “And personally I think it really suits you.” Wavell’s eyes wandered Martin’s physique again, tracing over the muscle his tight gym clothes exposed.

“Wait but… this happened when I took his clothes and… his underwear started glowing…” Martin tried his best to recall exactly what happened despite it being a bit of a blur during his transformation. He just remembers… growing. So much growing.

“Yeah and who do you think enchanted that pair of underwear?” Wavell cocked an eyebrow, watching in amusement as Martin’s face turned to that of shock and disbelief. After that he went onto explain himself a little better as he did with most people he revealed himself to. Wavell explained his status as a powerful magic being that more or less possesses the abilities to bend reality to his will. Naturally it was a lot to take in for poor Martin. The now bodybuilder had to take a seat on the couch as he absorbed everything the so-called warlock was telling him. If it hadn’t been for the huge body he currently possessed, he would’ve thought Wavell was crazy. “But yeah I suppose that’s me in a nutshell. All powerful warlock… yada yada.” He concluded, shrugging his shoulders.

Martin lent back in his seat, trying not to get distracted by how much of the couch his massive body was taking up now, as he digested everything Mr Wavell told him. “Wow… I don’t even know what to say.” He muttered. In such a short amount of time he’d gone from having just a normal, yet somewhat pervy, day to now finding himself believing in actual magic! “Well… why me? What’s so special about me that you decided to give me a body that looks exactly like Chris freaking Bumstead!?” He said while gesturing down at his perfect physique, trying not to get turned on at the sight of all the muscle he now owned.

“Let’s just say I like to have a bit of fun with the men on earth.” The warlock wriggled his eyebrows slightly. “Truth be told, I’ve been a fan of Chris for quite some time. The work he put in to carve such a beautiful body is truly inspiring. The peak of what a man can achieve, some might say. That said I started to think that maybe he needed a new… gayer replacement. And you just so happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Wavell explained with a smug expression. “I even enchanted his clothes in such a way that only those who I deemed worthy would’ve been able to acknowledge the clothes. So I've got no doubt that you’re a worthy replacement.”

After soaking that in, Martin noticed something the warlock had said. “Wait? You kept saying ‘replacement’.” The cogs in his brain turned. “If I’m replacing the real Chris then… What happened to him? The real him. Where is he?” Martin asked steadily, trying to hide his growing concern.

Wavell hummed with amusement. “Oh don’t worry about him. Besides, you’re the real Chris now.” The warlock grinned devilishly. “Just think of it like… he was warming up the body for you. Getting it ready for you to take over. And now you’re its rightful owner.”

Martin was almost lost for words. “S-seriously? So you’re saying that I get to live the life of Chris Bumstead from now on? Like… forever??” The idea was both exciting as all hell and a bit scary at the same time.

“Exactly! And before you say it, yes I know you don’t have the mind and memories of the original Chris just yet. Don’t worry. With enough persuasion the original will give them up to you no doubt. I’m sure the two of you will get acquainted soon enough.”

“Wait what?? What do you mean? Where is he??”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Wavell sneered not unkindly. “Anyway the main reason I came here was to see if there was anything in the meantime I could do to help you get settled in? Besides the memories of course.”

Martin thought for a second. Off the top of his head there wasn’t a whole lot he could think of that wouldn’t be taken care of if or when he received Chris’ memories. There was pretty much only one thing that came to mind. “Could you make me single so I’m not engaged to Chris’ fiancé? Obviously I don’t really know her. Plus I’m gay sooooo…” It was something that’d crossed his mind earlier with how he didn’t really wanna have to deal with all that awkwardness.

“Honey. I have the best gaydar known to mankind. I know you’re gay.” His voice was low smooth as he gave Martin a wink. After that he simply closed his eyes as Martin looked on in awe while a purple aura glowed around the mysterious man. Then without warning a pulse of magic energy surged out of him and spread out across the planet. And with that, it was complete. “All done. Now everyone who knows Chris will think you’re single and your former fiancé is in a happy relationship with another man. I also took the liberty of erasing your former identity and transferring ownership of everything you owned as Martin to your new self as Chris. For example this apartment is now owned by Chris Bumstead alongside your new house.” Wavell explained nonchalantly as if it were no big deal.

“Well now that’s all taken care of I suppose I should be on my way.” Wavell jumped up from his seat yet again before outstretching a hand to the new bodybuilder who was still sitting on the couch processing everything that had just happened. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He reassured.

Martin, though with slight hesitation, reached out and shook Wavell’s hand. “Thank you… for all of this. This amazing body and life. How can I repay you??” Being the kind hearted person he was, Martin almost felt bad accepting such an insanely generous gift. Out of the billions of people on the planet, Wavell chose him. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

“No need! The best thing you can do is enjoy that body to the fullest for me. That’s all the repayment I need.” Wavell winked and before Martin could get another word in, the warlock flicked his wrist and in a second he vanished into thin air as if he were never there to begin with…

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Martins’ head was spinning. After everything that had gone down today, who the hell could blame him! He’d met Cbum at the gym, stole his clothes and then actually TRANSFORMED INTO HIM. Only later to find out that magic is actually real and that a reality bending wizard dude essentially gave him the life of a bodybuilding celebrity free of charge. No strings attached as far as he could tell. Sooner or later he just decided to take a deep breath and instead of worrying about the who’s, what’s and how’s to instead just enjoy what he’d been gifted.

That in mind, it wasn’t long before he soon found himself standing in front of the mirror mounted on the wardrobe in his bedroom. Just like at the gym, the mirror struggled to capture his entire reflection with how much taller and wider he was. It made everything in his apartment seem as though it’d shrunk. He was still trying to adjust. Despite that it didn’t take long for him to throw off the tank top once again to reveal his insane upper body.

He tossed both arms up into a meaty double bicep flex. It was one thing getting to see that muscle swell in the mirror but to actually feel it as well sent shivers all the way down to his cock. He’d been trying to keep that python under control ever since the gym but he’d pretty much been semi erect from the moment he finished transforming. Getting to drool over his own shirtless reflection again certainly wasn't helping his case as he brought his arms up higher to admire his thick lats and triceps. That’s when it hit him again. The delicious scent. Just like that Martin immediately remembered where he’d left off at the gym.

He wasted no time in stuffing his nose into one of his smelly armpits and inhaling the rich scent. It smelt fresh and strong, having come straight from the source, as he huffed away into bliss. “Fuck I *snifffff* actually have *sniffff* his scent! *sniffff*” Martin claimed, not having the strength to pull away from his armpits for even a second. That exact same manly aroma that he’d smelt on Chris when he walked past at the gym. The same aroma that drenched the clothes he’d stolen. The very same scent that the current classic Mr Olympia carried with him after a long hard workout. Now it belonged to Martin! It was his scent now and he fucking loved it! It wasn’t until he’d gotten a good long whiff of both pits did Martin finally pull away for a breath of fresh air. The sweat had coated his face and beard, leaving behind an echo of the aroma to continue permeating his nostrils. He could definitely get used to this.

He made sure to take a moment to worship his massive chest a little more, massaging those thick pecs as if to confirm once again that they were in fact real. He flexed them a little and watched as the muscle went from relaxed and pliable to hard as steel in an instant. He licked his lips absentmindedly at the sight, flexing his chest a few more times while grabbing dense muscle.

After all that though, Martin thought it was about time he stopped putting it off and finally got down to the real juicy stuff. His gaze drifted downwards to the tight shorts that clung to his mammoth thighs while the bulge of his fat and excited new cock had once again caused a tent to rise in the front. Between the pit smelling and the pec worshipping, the hefty bulge he was already carrying had become an intimidating outline once again that strained against his crotch. God he just wanted to see it sooo badly. He was craving it now. The sight of Chris Bunstead’s huge cock. His cock. But first he couldn’t help looking past the shorts and down towards his feet, still clad in those smelly size 13 sneakers…

With a smirk the hunk sat himself down in the bed, hearing it creak under his new weight, before gripping one of the large sneakers and steadily sliding it off his foot. He cast his mind back to how they’d been many sizes too big for him when he’d first stumbled across them in the locker room. When he first plunged his feet inside, they’d been dwarfed by shoes. But now that couldn’t have been further from the truth as he unleashed one of his socked feet at last. His mouth began to water as Martin got a full view of just how huge his feet were. He wriggled his toes inside the sweat stained socks with stars in his eyes, knowing they were easily smelly enough to stink up those sneakers even more after a good workout just like the original Chris could.

Well there was only one thing to do. In a scene reminiscent of when he’d first locked himself in the cubicle, Martin brought the sneaker up towards his face. He could already smell it. That same overpowering smell that’d short circuited his brain before, only now it smelt familiar to his new nose. That didn’t make it any less intoxicating though. He thought about savouring the moment but lost all control as soon as that sneaker drew close to his face. It wasn’t long before he was stuffing his nose into the sneaker like an animal yet again. The pungent musk perforating his nostrils and sending him into a huffing frenzy. Only this time he couldn’t help getting even hornier than before knowing that this intoxicating smell was all his! It came from his sneakers! His massive feet! Just the thought of that was making him leak precum.

Martin was so lost in the pleasure of it all that he failed to notice the soul of a certain someone beginning to stir. It began with low groans reverberating in Martin’s mind which at first he paid little attention to. He was too lost in his own euphoria to notice. That is until those groans started to form words instead.

“Ughh… What happened? Where am I?” A voice echoed around Martin. Hearing it caused Martin to suddenly halt his horny crusade yet again. “Why is it so dark? Fuck… I feel so… strange?” The voice continued, as Martin looked around to find the source. “I can’t move… ughhh what’s that smell??? And that salty taste?” The words were like thoughts bouncing around in Martin’s mind only they weren’t his own thoughts. They were foreign, almost as if someone were speaking to him via telepathy.

Confused, Martin asked the voice who or what it was. The voice seemed startled to hear him. Martin asked what the hell the voice was doing inside his head but the voice was just as clueless as he was about it all. Apparently the last thing it remembered was being in a changing room at the gym before meeting a strange man. And that’s when Martin’s eyes widened. He was slowly starting to connect the dots as the voice continued on. Especially once the voice told Martin its name. Chris. There was no mistaking it. Somehow he was speaking to the real Chris Bumstead!

“My body… I can’t even describe it. I feel so thin and… hollow? But also like I’m being filled out at the same time??” Chris struggled to explain the beyond alien sensations he was feeling. “It’s like I’m being stretched around something? Like I’m being forced to hug something that’s musky and pressing against me???” He continued, trying to stay as calm as possible but it was clear there was genuine fear in his voice. “W-what the hell is happening?!?”

Martin found himself glancing around the room. It was a natural instinct but of course he didn’t see anything despite Chris claiming they were in the same room. Apparently Chris could hear Martin’s voice out loud as well as his thoughts which meant he had to be nearby right? With a sigh the bulky man got up from the bed to try and figure this conundrum out. Only he was about to discover that the answer was far simpler than he realised.

The moment Martin stood up, Chris grunted before claiming that the thing he was being stretched around was moving. Finding the timing of it rather odd, Martin asked Chris to say something whenever he felt movement. Martin waited a moment before taking a big step and sure enough Chris alerted him. Martin tested it a few more times and every time he seemed to move his body Chris would tell him that whatever he was attached to was shifting.

All the pieces were there. So many insanely impossible pieces and yet Martin’s brain began to slowly put them together.

He’d transformed into Chris Bumstead. The original Chris had seemingly disappeared despite Martin being able to hear him right now. With that alone one would assume that perhaps Chris’ soul was sharing the body with Martin as a helpless passenger. But then why could Chris see anything? And why did he feel hollow and stretched around something? And then it clicked.

The clothes. They were the catalyst of this all. Wavell had said they were enchanted and when the transformation began it was Chris’ underwear specifically that’d glowed beforehand…

“What do you mean you transformed into me? And you took my clothes?!?” Chris questioned suddenly, having heard some of Martin’s thoughts.

“O-oh I uhmm…” Martin didn’t know how to respond, growing flustered. Instead of denying it however, he simply stepped up to the mirror yet again. With a deep breath, Martin slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts before pushing them down to his ankles. What ensued was chaos.

Suddenly it was no longer dark for Chris. He, just like Martin, was now looking right ahead at the mirror. Only there was one glaring issue. Despite seeing his own body in the reflection, he wasn’t at all in control of it. In fact he wasn’t even looking out of his own eyes! Rather his line of sight was level with his own body’s crotch instead which was disorienting as all hell. It was only then that Chris realised what he’d overheard Martin theorising in his head moments ago must’ve been true.

Somehow he’d been transformed into his own fucking underwear while some other dude sauntered around with his body!!!

As one would expect Chris began to freak the fuck out. At first praying that this was all a dream, saying that it was completely impossible. These aimless pleas were mixed with anger towards Martin as Chris accused him of being a body snatching creep. Of course Martin felt pretty bad. After all Chris was technically right. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he did steal the body Chris had worked his entire life to carve into perfection. Judging by what Mr Wavell had said however, he didn't think that crazy wizard would be willing to undo any of this. Instead, the best thing Martin could do was comfort Chris as best he could and try to convince him that it was a genuine accident.

“Accident my ass! You stole my clothes and wore them like a pervert!” Chris accused and admittedly he wasn’t wrong.

“Look I know. I’m sorry alright! Yeah I took them but I had no idea this would happen! It was this Mr Wavell dude that did all this! I swear!” Martin pleaded. “I promise I’d reverse this if I knew how!” He added, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed himself with that one.

Chris was stuck on that name though. He’d heard it echo in through Martin’s mind briefly but hearing it outloud struck a chord. “Wavell? Why does that name sound so familiar?…” He wondered, stilling trying to ignore the powerful scent surrounding his fabric body that was now evidently the smell of his former sweaty balls.

Martin kicked off the shorts hanging around his ankles before sitting back down on the bed. He decided it was best to be honest and just lay everything out on the table. He started by admitting he’d been a huge fan of Chris for a long time and that he was one of Martin’s top crushes. Going on to explain how he hadn’t believed his eyes when he saw Chris at the gym earlier that day. He began to turn a deep shade of red which looked adorable on his stolen face as he admitted to stealing Chris’ clothes after finding them alone on a bench in the locker room. After that Martin tried his best to recall the bizarre transformation he underwent after putting the clothes on. Noting again how the underwear Chris now seemed to be inhabiting had glowed brightly during said transformation. Not to mention Wavell showing up at his apartment not long since.

Hearing all that was just enough to trigger some of Chris’ final memories from before waking up here. Just before he passed out there was a guy he talked to who also called himself Mr Wavell. A rather dapper man who’d used some kind of spell to bind him in place before doing some crazy magic shit. Martin was actually telling the truth.

“Oh fuck.” They both said in unison.

After taking some time to collect themselves, the pair had a long discussion on what the hell to do next. Through which it was clear Chris was trying his absolute best to keep his composure but Martin saw straight through it. They were connected now and he could feel just how panicked Chris truly was. After all he’d been reduced from a living statue a male glory to a sentient pair of underwear. Any ordinary person would’ve already lost their minds by now. But despite the underlying hysteria he was feeling, Chris managed to keep himself calm enough for them to decide on what to do in the short term. Ultimately they concluded it would be best for Martin to just live Chris’ life as normally as possible until they find a way to fix this. Thankfully Martin was able to stop himself from thinking too loudly about how the more time he spent in this body, the less he wanted to go back. As if he ever wanted to go back to begin with.

Just then another loud rumble from Martin’s stomach filled the room. Fuck he was really hungry. But he was still so damn horny as well! Knowing this, Chris told him to ignore his urges and get some damn food. Yet Martin looked down at the other sneaker he was still wearing and he just couldn’t help himself.

“Martin. Don’t you fucking dare. I heard that thought.” Chris warned but ultimately he couldn’t do a thing as he watched Martin pull off the other sneaker and press it to his nose. Witnessing this, Chris was utterly repulsed to see his own body getting turned on by the smell of his own sweaty sneakers. He couldn’t believe such a dirty perv had gotten his hands on his former body. And even worse, Chris was forced to take notice of the feeling of his own dick getting larger and stiffer by the second, stretching the front of his tight fabric body as it struggled to contain that monster.

Despite Chris’ protests, Martin continued sniffing the pungent shoe feverishly. God it was easily one of the best scents in whole fucking world! He couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of it. And weirdly enough, though he did still feel a bit bad about it, hearing Chris protes to it all only made Martin hornier. Especially when he started complaining about being able to taste his own precum as Martin’s new throbbing cock began to leak even more.

Martin had even begun caressing his dick through (Chris) his underwear, already loving the size of it and wanting to pull it out any second despite Chris telling him not to. But before he could get too excited his stomach growled once again, this time even louder. Martin threw his head back with a sigh before tossing the sneaker to the floor. “Fine, I'll stop. But only because this giant body feels like it’ll starve if I don’t eat something soon.” He grumbled, still pawing his bulge as he got up and stomped out of the bedroom with heavy footsteps.

———

The sizzling sound of delicious meat frying against a hot pan filled the tiny apartment. Crackling and popping as the chicken Martin had decided to have as part of his dinner cooked away. He stood in nothing but that same pair of sweaty white socks from the gym and the tight underwear that Chris was trapped inside. Martin’s huge, impressive muscles were on full display as he opened the lid to another pot on the stove to check on the rice he was also cooking. All the while he tried his best not to get too distracted by the beautiful sight that was his own body everytime he looked down.

Begrudgingly Chris had agreed to help Martin with his food, suggesting something easy and simple that would be hard to mess up. After all, nobody knew this huge bulky body better than him. He gave Martin instructions on how much to eat and what things to add as he watched on from his crotch height view. He was a bit short tempered with the questions Martin would ask him throughout preparation but in fairness Chris had to deal with the constant taste of his own cock and balls the whole time.

Once everything was cooked and Martin was dishing up a big meal for himself, he couldn’t help but catch the sweaty stench wafting from his pits again. He just couldn’t escape that wonderful smell, not that he’d ever want to. However, as much as he adored his natural new scent, Martin decided he should probably jump in the shower after dinner. A thought that Chris seemed to be in agreement with. There’s only so far you can take a good thing after all.

Soon after Martin found himself sitting at the table, which he now dwarfed with his size, as he stared down at the huge chicken and rice meal. Despite how hungry he felt, Martin honestly didn’t think he’d be able to get it all down. After all he’d never eaten this big of a meal as filling as chicken and rice but then again he’d never had a body this big either. Regardless it didn’t stop him from digging into the meal and savouring every last bite. As Martin shoveled spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, Chris couldn’t help but be a little annoyed with how much this random gay dude was enjoying his former body. Happily munching away while flexing randomly as if he owned it all. But ultimately there was nothing he could do other than sit and cradle his own manhood while this imposter satiated his hulking body’s hunger.

Despite his doubts Martin was actually able to finish all his food before letting out an enormous belch that verbarated through his entire body. “Ahhhhhh… that was some good shit.” Martin sighed happily while rubbing his muscled stomach. “You’ll have to teach me how to cook more stuff like that so I can keep this body fed.” He laughed while giving one of his biceps another cocky flex.

“Well it’s my body that you’ll mess up if I don’t so I don’t have much of a choice…” Chris pouted, metaphorically of course, as Martin got up from the table and did a huge stretch. After which the new hunk’s hand drifted south to give his already semi-hard cock another rub. “Hey! Hands off my dick!” Chris snapped as he felt his fabric body being pawed yet again while the hefty dick underneath pulsed giddily.

“Alright, alright sorry.” Martin apologised, taking his hand away begrudgingly.

———

Having eaten and given his dinner some time to settle, Martin at last made his way to the bathroom where he looked over at the shower gleefully. He pulled off his smelly socks only to give them each a deep satisfying sniff before tossing them to the side. After that his mind began thinking about all the things he was finally gonna do to this body as the water ran over him and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Chris berated, having heard the other man’s very horny and very gay thoughts just now. “Get in, wash my body, and get out.”

Martin rolled his eyes with an annoyed grumble. “Look Chris. I respect you. Really. You’re one of the most amazing celebrities on the planet in my opinion. It sucks that you’re stuck the way you are but right now this body isn’t yours.” Martin glided a hand down his hulking torso, rubbing his pecs and abs, his eyes gluing to the sight of his enormous thighs below. “It’s mine*” He claimed boldly. “So, with all due respect, I think I’ll do whatever the hell I want my body, okay?” He stood his ground firmly. “Now you’re gonna sit out here like a good pair of dirty underwear while I get to know my new assets a bit more intimately under a nice relaxing shower.” He stated with a smirk on his handsome face.

As one would imagine this was met by furious protests from Chris who shouted all kinds of empty threats. This didn’t stop Martin from pushing the sentient pair of underwear down to his ankles with a smirk though.

Instantly Martin was enthralled at the sight of his new cock. Finally unleashed from its fabric prison in all its thick veiny glory. No longer straining desperately for release as it stood at full attention between his legs, looking just as massive as the rest of his body. Martin’s mouth went dry in an instant as he stared down at it. Huge and throbbing as it pulsed hypnotically like it was beckoning to him. All while a heavy set of balls hung underneath, supplying his massive body with endless amounts of testosterone. His old cock and balls seemed tiny in comparison to these. At that moment all he could think about was how it would feel to drain the hefty nuts of Mr Olympia and shoot his premium bodybuilder seed everywhere with this perfect cock. It was so thick. So tempting. So… wait.

It’d taken Martin a while to realise due to the control his new dick had over him but the voice in his head had suddenly vanished. As of the moment he took off the underwear, he could no longer hear Chris. Confused, he picked the underwear back up. As soon as he did, Chris’ voice began echoing through his mind again only it was muffled now. It seemed as though he could only hear clearly what Chris was thinking and saying while he was actually wearing the haunted underwear. Well at least that meant he wouldn’t have an annoying voice in his head 24/7 and that this next part could be all private.

At long last he was able to see himself fully naked and needless to say he wasn’t disappointed. Not that he ever had any doubt. The bathroom mirror didn’t do him nearly enough justice but it wasn’t much of a bother when Martin could just look down and see that godly physique in a first person perspective. If anything that was even more of a turn on. He adored his new reflection of course, that much was obvious, but it was hard to even describe the level of euphoria Martin felt when looking down at himself to see these gigantic arms and pecs all his own. He was groping himself again as he stepped towards the shower. The sensation of his much longer and fatter cock bouncing between his legs with every step making him feel manlier than he ever had before.

Martin found himself almost hitting his head on the top of the shower curtain before ducking a little to get under the shower. He had no doubt he was gonna numb his head on a few more things before he fully adjusted to his new height. Moments later there was a small creak as he twisted the shower knob and with it came a downpour of steaming water that rained onto him. Immediately he felt every tense muscle in his body start to relax as the hot water gushed over every inch of his hunky form. He couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief as he rolled his back a little before running his hands through his wet hair and beard.

Part of him wanted to go slow. To work his way down to that impressive manhood he’d been itching to test out… but he’d teased himself enough today. Right away Martin wrapped a huge hand around that thick rod with a shivering groan. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Gripping a cock that wasn’t his own. One that was not only much bigger but seemingly more sensitive as well as he guided his hand back and forth along its shaft. He bit his lip softly as he worshiped it, his thoughts a flurry of all the erotic fantasies he’d once had about Chris finally becoming reality in the best way imaginable.

While his right hand had fun pumping Martin’s new and improved cock, his left hand was having a party of its own as it continued to worship the rest of his delicious muscle. Relishing the sensation of squeezing all of his wet muscle as he glistened under the water. He’d never get tired of groping his meaty, award winning pecs. Especially not when pinching at his nipples felt this damn amazing. Those rigid nuns sending shockwaves through down to his cock just like in that cubicle earlier today, causing even deeper groans to escape his mouth. Martin’s strokes became more and more furious, causing the tip of his cock to splutter a few extra drops of precum. All while he gave his left arm a string flex before kissing the massive bicep with glee. “Damn… I still can’t believe how fucking huge I am.” Martin muttered to himself with that iconic Cbum lisp. “Huge chest, huge arms, huge legs… huge dick.” He said, grinning even more at the last part.

He was jerking off so aggressively that it wasn’t long before a familiar pressure began to build. He didn’t want to blow his load just yet though so Martin built up the courage to let go of of dick for now so he could grab some soap and actually get clean. After rubbing some shampoo and conditioner into his hair and beard, Martin was quick to squeeze a helping of shower gel into his hand before rubbing it around his body. Ordinary he’d use a loofa to soap himself up but not this time. He was gonna make sure to lather the soap in every nook and cranny with his bare fingers. Going over every ridge of hard earned muscle all while his dick stayed at full mast. After getting his upper body all soaped up, he moved his hands towards his backside and made sure to lather his ass up good. He honestly hadn’t paid it enough attention since the transformation. This juicy behemoth of a muscle ass deserved a hell of a lot more worship for the beauty that it was. Just as thick and huge as everything else. Soft when relaxed and hard as steel when flexed. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d give his new ass the attention it deserves in the near future…

Speaking of under-appreciated body parts, Martin’s hands finally had the chance to wander lower. Past his bubbly ass and giant cock until he reached those colossal tree trunks he now called legs. He hadn’t had a chance to properly worship them yet but planned to make up for that right here and now. He glided his hands over the hard lines that decorated his bulging hairy thighs. Flexing them as he did, causing his quads to swell with the kind of strength that could crush a pumpkin. As he touched them, Martin thought back to all the times he’d nutted all over himself imagining what it would feel like to have his head squished gently between Chris’ thighs. Now all he could think about was how many men he’d have grovelling at his feet for a chance to live out that very fantasy between his legs. But of course that didn’t stop him from bending down even further just to run his hands along those bulging calves of his, looking just as large and impressive. Though it was hard not to be distracted by his feet again when he was that low down.

After taking a good long while to run his needy hands up and down the length of his legs again and again, Martin finally stepped back under the water and got everything washed off. As much as he loved that sweaty post gym smell he had, he certainly felt a lot cleaner now as he watched the bubbles circle down the drain. However, now that was taken care of, Martin just couldn’t ignore his urges any longer.

In a matter of moments he had a gorilla grip on that fat cock of his once again. It wasn’t long before he was lustfully pumping his stolen length as his low groans began turning more into primal grunts fuelled by an innate male desire to release his seed. Of course Martin was familiar, having been a man his whole life, but now that desire felt as though it’d been dialled up to eleven! Perhaps it was part due to his new body. All the new muscle and testosterone of a professional bodybuilder enhancing his masculine needs. It was also probably because he was just obsessed with himself now. That said, Martin was surprised he’d lasted this long after walking around with the body of a living god. Getting to feel so huge in literally every physical aspect was a wet dream come true! How he’d managed to not cum in his shorts at any point due to the sheer erotica of it all was behind him.

The reason he’d been able to hold onto his load for this long was likely thanks to the incredible sexual stamina Chris’ body seemed to possess. Because that man wasn’t perfect enough apparently. Martin lasted much longer than he thought while jerking himself this rigorously but finally, after what felt like a good arm workout, his load was drawing near. His legs were spread apart as the intensity continued to ramp up. His mouth hung open a little as his eyes began to flutter. His head moved back just far enough to catch the streaming water that’d been striking his back as a soft but guttural moan escaped his lips. Right now, in this very moment, Martin’s life was absolutely perfect. And he wanted nothing more than for it to stay this way. Forever.

“Fuuuuuuck yeahhhh!” He began as more precum dripped from his cock and down the hand he was using to stroke it. “Yeahhhh… I’m Mr Olympia now…” Martin groaned to himself in ecstasy before bouncing his pecs a little. “Mmmm so big… like a fucking muscle god.” He used his free hand once again to worship his giant body for all it was worth. Meanwhile his balls began to tense until suddenly his dick couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ohhh yeah!! Fuck being Martin! I’m Chris Bumstead now!!” He claimed proudly in a horny daze as his cock let loose in an eruption the likes of which he’d never felt before. His dick was like a hose splattering thick alpha male cum all over the shower wall and floor with more force than he expected. He shot rope after rope of delicious high end semen until his fat balls were completely drained down to the last drop. All the while a big dumb grin had been plastered across that adorable bearded face of his as cum dripped down the wall.

Once the dust had settled on his orgasm, it didn’t take Martin long to lick some of his own seed up off the wall. Safe to say it tasted just as amazing as had when he’d licked it out of the underwear that same morning. Shortly after he rinsed off the shower walls and himself one last time. Martin twisted the shower knob again and stepped out. At last he felt clean, refreshed and relieved.

After a quick stretch he grabbed a towel and wrapped it gingerly around his waist before heading off back towards his bedroom. But not before picking up the original Chris who’d been forced to listen to another man enjoying what should be his body! The moment Martin grabbed Chris, he could already hear the other man’s disgusted protests over what he’d heard but Martin just laughed it off.

———

After the day he’d had, Martin found himself feeling incredibly drained and all he wanted to do now was sleep his ass off for as long as possible. It was no wonder. He’d considered putting Chris back on to sleep in but somehow he felt like he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if he had that voice in his head all night. “Sorry big guy but you’re gonna have to sleep with your new buddies tonight.” Martin said before giving the underwear a mocking sniff. “And by buddies I mean my pile of clothes over there.” He giggled before tossing the possessed underwear on top of the clothes pile across the room.

(Original story posted December 14th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1

Glad to finally have the first part of this story back up! It’s one I know lots of you enjoyed back in the day. I thought about uploading all three parts of this story together in one post like I’ve been doing with other multi part stories from the past but honestly this story is just too massive. Especially now that I’m updating and extending it. So for that reason I’m keeping it separated into three parts. I’m even considering adding on a bonus epilogue that wasn’t part of the original! But with all that said, enjoy the story! ❤️

Part 2 & Part 3 returning soon!

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“No… fucking… way…” Was all Martin could say or think when he recognised the man who’d been working out across from him at the gym.

Recently Martin, a youthful 27 year old, had really been trying to get himself into shape. He’d been working out at home for some time now but after moving to a new town he decided it was finally time to get serious and sign up to one of the local gyms. The one he picked in the end was rather expensive but from what he could tell it was held in very high regard and had everything you’d ever need. More machines and equipment than Martin even knew existed, an amazing sauna, a large indoor swimming pool and more! That in mind he supposed spending the extra money on it would encourage him to go and make the most of it all.

Upon stepping into the gym on his first day as a member, Martin was of course greeted by the sight of hunks, jocks, meatheads and bodybuilders all getting deep into their routines. The aroma of manly sweat mixed with deodorant flooded his senses in a way that had him struggling to keep his dick under control. Getting a front row seat to all these men pumping their juicy muscles as big as humanly possible certainly didn’t help either. He was already having fantasies about worshipping some of these men. Kissing their biceps and massaging their thighs. Imagining how amazing it would feel to press his face between their meaty glutes. The thought alone was enough to make him drool.

Of course Martin tried to stay respectful and not stare, as difficult as that was, while instead opting to get on with his own routine. After all, if he wanted to be like all the hunks he adored, he needed to put in the work. With that things were going smoothly. He pushed through his exercises and was able to build up a good sweat in the process. However there was something that kept distracting him. Across the gym he couldn’t help but notice how a bunch of people had stopped to watch one particular dude as he worked out. Some were even going up and asking for pictures as he was resting while others had politely asked about workout and eating tips. He couldn’t see the man properly from where he was but he could tell the dude was big. Very big. Martin thought that perhaps he was an influencer or something.

Eventually his curiosity ended up getting the better of him. He finished his last set on the machine he was using before wandering his way over towards the man. If the guy was well known online, Martin wondered if it would be someone he recognised. That could be pretty exciting. He’d gotten there just as the man was doing some heavy bench pressing. He wasn’t able to get a good look at first but when the man put the barbell back and sat up, Martin’s eyes went wide with disbelief. No wonder people had been watching him this whole time. It was the Mr Olympia of classic physique! Chris fucking Bumstead!

From that point onwards Martin found it exceptionally hard to focus on his own workout. Always finding himself peeking over his shoulder to sneak glances at the renowned bodybuilding champion. He had to actively stop himself from trying to scan every inch of that titanic body as he watched beads of sweat drip down Chris’ massive frame, dampening the clothes he was wearing. Thoughts of running his tongue along Chris’ glistening muscles after a long session danced through Martin’s mind. Suddenly no other man in the gym existed. All he cared about was that pure adonis of a man. Suddenly Martin was thrown back to all the times he’d found himself laid in bed scrolling through Chris Bumstead’s Instagram while jerking his dick furiously. Now all those lustful feelings were bubbling to the surface ten fold! Martin had to try desperately to hide his painfully hard erection after that living sculpture of a man walked past him at one point, his scent wafting faintly through the air while invading Martin’s nostrils. A perfect blend of woodsy deodorant and fresh musk. Good god. Martin still couldn’t believe that perfect specimen of a man was only 2 years older than him!

Shortly after pulling off his tee to show off the sweat stained tank top underneath, Chris finished up his routine and headed off towards the locker room to change. Noticing this, Martin couldn’t help but stare from behind. Watching that wide muscled back barely contained by that tank. Eyes practically glued to the huge rounded muscle ass stretching the back of those shorts as Chris exited the main gym floor. Almost every part of Martin’s being was telling him to follow the bodybuilder in the hopes that he might get a glance at that glorious physique without a top on in person.

IF YOU WANT TO

PUMP YOURSELF UP

TO BE PERFECT

DUMB MUSCLE

Gotta Find Our Bros !!!

(Original story posted March 23rd 2022 & April 16th 2022) This story has been mildly Updated

Long Story Here!! This story was originally posted in two parts but I’ve put them together in one post for your reading convenience! That said this is one of the longest stories I ever wrote so I hope you all enjoy!

(Part 1)

Seth, a youthful man in his 20’s, had just gotten home after another not so pleasant trip to his local gym. Not being able to get through a single workout without being loosely threatened and called homophobic slurs. As always he had Bradley to thank for that.

All his life Seth had been skinny as could be and usually found himself picked on by the bigger guys back in his school years. Of course now, being an adult, he was free of such torment. For the most part anyway. Whenever he ever tried going to his local gym to exercise and get into shape, the jocks and gymbro’s there would always give him a hard time. Saying how they didn’t want scrawny nerds slowing down their workouts by taking up the equipment. Of course not all the dudes in there were like this but there were enough for it to put Seth off wanting to go.

Today though, Seth decided to try his luck again in the hopes he’d get a decent workout in peace. The moment he saw Bradley from across the room however, he knew that wasn’t likely. Bradley would always make it his personal mission to make going to the gym absolute hell for any “geeks” or “nerds” that he saw. He saw the gym as a place only made for alpha bros like himself and hot chicks. With his small and meek build, Seth certainly didn’t fit either of those categories. It also didn’t help that Bradley was one of his former high school bullies…

Despite this Seth decided to put on a brave face before walking over to some equipment and starting his workout. Of course he only got about 10 minutes in before he was spotted by Bradley. The crude jock began to tease him relentlessly, telling him to get off whatever machine he was using so a “real man” could workout instead.

Surprisingly though, Seth stood up to Bradley somewhat. Usually he wouldn’t dare, preferring to shrink into himself and bend to the bully’s will. But today he managed to find an ember of courage burning inside of him. He took a breath before finally putting his foot down and telling Bradly he wasn’t gonna get off until he was finished.

Naturally Bradley didn’t take kindly to this lanky nerd speaking to him like that. He continued to more or less insult and bully Seth throughout the rest of his workout. And just when Seth didn’t think it could get any worse, as soon as he left to head home, Bradley cornered him outside of the gym and punched him hard in the gut. The jock spat on Seth, telling him to learn his place.

As Seth was left on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, he couldn’t help but have mixed emotions. Of course he hated what Bradley did to him. The constant pushing around and name calling amongst other things… but at the same time he felt sort of aroused by it all too. He’d always had a thing for big muscly men, especially jocks, and Bradley fit the bill perfectly. He wanted to hate Bradley but he always seemed to end up in bed jerking off to the bully instead.

Besides he knew Bradley wasn’t quite as impressive as he seemed in terms of having his life together. He had a shitty handyman job that didn’t pay a whole lot as well as a part time job as a personal trainer. Seth on the other hand was working his way towards a programming job that would pay quite a fair amount. More than Bradley would ever be earning anyway. That thought always gave him some peace of mind.

Later that evening, after a slightly painful walk home, Seth ended up playing a couple hours of DnD with his other “nerdy fag friends” as Bradley and the other straight jocks would call them. It wasn’t until midnight that they finally got to a point where they could pause the game for the night. Most of his friends went to bed after that, leaving the group call they’d been on. Seth on the other hand decided to stay up awhile longer.

He’d been searching up a bunch of gay porn and stuff when he got sidetracked and started looking at sex toys online. He’d always thought about buying some. And so he scrolled through a bunch of different sites and toys until one finally caught his eye.

At first glance they seemed like an ordinary pair of bondage handcuffs. That is until he read the description. Apparently they were called ‘merging cuffs’. It claimed that if two people were to cuff themselves together then they would merge into one person! Of course Seth didn’t believe it one bit but the idea of it certainly piqued his interest. And his boner. The cuffs were also super cheap so he just shrugged and purchased them right then and there on a whim. Why the hell not right?

It couldn’t have been more than a minute after buying those cuffs that Seth heard a knock at the front door. But it was past 1:30 in the morning?! Who the hell would be delivering mail at this time? Regardless, curiosity got the better of him as he pulled his pants back on before sneaking out of his room. He was careful not to wake his mother who was asleep in her room as he approached the door.

He quietly opened the front door, not sure what or who to expect. What greeted him was a tiny wrapped gift box sitting on the door mat. Whoever left it there was nowhere to be seen now. Seth reached down and picked up the peculiar box to find that it was in fact addressed to him. Now even more curious he closed the door before taking the box back up to his bedroom.

After plopping himself down on his bed, he opened the box to find what was inside. Only he was shocked to find the very same pair of handcuffs he’d just ordered on the web! But how!? It didn’t make sense!? Seth inspected the box a little before pulling out the cuffs. Yep, definitely the same ones he ordered. He hardly knew what to think at this point. Despite that he couldn’t help but notice a small instruction letter at the bottom of the box too. Seth pulled it out before reading the following…

~~~

These handcuffs will allow two individuals to become one entirely new entity.

It’s as simple as putting one cuff on person A and the other cuff on person B. When they become one they will for all intents and purposes become an entirely new being made up of the qualities from their two counterparts. Once Person C is created, reality will adjust to compensate for their existence and the absence of their former selves. The only people recorded to still be somewhat aware of the previous reality have been parents to the original Person A & B. Besides that nobody is likely to be aware of the merger that has taken place.

These handcuffs are also only good for ONE USE. You can choose to split at any time but after that you will not be able to use the cuffs to merge again. To split you must break the two metal bands created by the cuffs after the merge is complete. You must also be willing to split for this to work. If the metal bands are somehow to be broken and Person C does not wish to split back into A & B then the merge will become PERMANENT.

With all this in mind, use these handcuffs wisely and with a sound mind.

~~~

Seth’s heartbeat was soaring after reading all that. Sure he hadn’t believed it before but now he wasn’t so sure anymore. He couldn’t fathom how the hell this package got here as fast as it did. That said he started to question if maybe these things could be the real deal after all…

— The Next Morning —

After jumping out of bed and getting ready for the day, Seth threw on a baggy pair of shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt to match before heading off to the gym once again. He was sure to grab the cuffs just before he left. Stuffing them into his bag before setting out.

Upon stepping through the doors he could already hear the grunting of men lifting weights and growing bigger. Music to his ears. He’d chosen this specific time for a reason however because he knew (after some social media stalking) that every Tuesday at about 9:30am, Bradley would be at the gym without fail.

Turning the corner past reception, he saw that his assumption was absolutely correct. Across the gym floor he could see Bradley already warming up. With that in mind he entered quietly, choosing some equipment as far away from Bradley as possible. Of course this only worked for so long until the meathead finally noticed him.

From there it was just like every other time the two had been at the gym together. Seth getting teased and pushed around whenever Bradley had a break between sets. He managed to hold out and endure it though. Rolling with insults until Bradley eventually finished his routine and sauntered off into the locker room. Seth waited a solid minute or two before following him.

Seth hesitantly snuck around the locker room in search of the muscle bound hunk who’d been tormenting him. The room wasn’t all that big so it didn’t take that long for the nerd to spot Bradley standing by an open locker grabbing a towel and some shower gel. He must’ve been getting ready to have a quick rinse off in the showers. Lord knew Seth was tempted to see if he could catch a glimpse of Bradley’s nude body. Just the thought of seeing water cascade down the perky muscle ass was enough to make him wanna bust a nut on the spot. Yet somehow his urge to try out the mysterious handcuffs was even stronger.

Seth pulled the handcuffs out of his bag. He looked down at them before glancing up at the jock before him again. He still wasn’t sure if these things would work. Worst case scenario, they don’t do anything and he probably gets punched in the face. But if somehow they did work then… it’d be worth the risk.

Seth waited until Bradley was facing the other to put one cuff on himself and begin to tip-toe towards the man. His small size allowed him to be fast while remaining as quiet as a mouse. Despite that his heart was still pounding both with worry and excitement as he inched closer to the jock. He could smell that sweaty post workout scent filling his nostrils already. He even watched as the hunk kicked off his trainers and bent down to pull off his ankle socks before tossing them in the locker. Bradley was about to pull off his tank top next when he felt a cold metal bracelet smack against his wrist and snap shut.

“THE FUCK ARE…” The gym bro stopped short as he saw the small man who’d just slapped a single handcuff on him. Seth felt as though his heart were about to explode out of his chest as the man looked down at him with pure disgust.

“Oh. It's you.” Bradley spat, already clenching his fists. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but yo—” He was cut off by a sudden jolt of energy that ruptured through his body! Seth felt it too! It seemed as though it came directly from the handcuffs.

Both men looked down at the metal cuffs bonding them together as they began to emit a strange glow. The glow started to intensify and before either of them could say another word, Bradley and Seth began losing control of themselves. Their bodies began to shake and convulse uncontrollably as the magical glow encased them as well. Bradley could only curse and shout as he had no clue what the hell was happening. Seth on the other hand had a wide grin, both of wonder and relief that these merging cuffs might actually be working!

The light around them only continued to grow as suddenly Seth and Bradley bodies forcefully pulled together like magnets as if some invisible force was binding them. Seth could feel Bradley’s muscle jiggling against him as they convulsed, loving the fact that he was just tall enough for his face to be pressed into the massive hunks pecs. God it was like he was having a wet dream! And he was gonna become a part of this huge meathead?!?! Fuck! He just couldn’t wait!

Just then the magical glow engulfed them completely. The last thing either of them felt was the strangely blissful sensation of sinking inside one another. Their bodies melding into one before blacking out…

———

A new man’s eyes would soon flutter open. He was sprawled out on the floor of the locker room staring up at the ceiling. He felt odd. Unfamiliar? But also not?… he couldn’t even explain it.

He began to sit up slowly, placing a hand on his head as he glanced towards the open locker beside him. His locker? Yet even the way his body moved felt odd and confusing. Like it was completely new yet had always been this way simultaneously.

“I… can’t believe it…” He muttered to himself in astonishment as he looked down at his hands and body. He was massive yet that didn’t seem to come as much of a surprise. He flexed an arm, feeling his biceps bulge. It felt so natural and so exhilarating at the same time. Surreal was probably the best way to describe it. “It… worked?…” He said, half confused.

With a breath, the new man stood up and was able to walk himself over to a mirror nearby and sink to get a proper look at himself. His eyes widened at the sight that stared back at him.

“I’m… I’m a… fucking nerd-hunk!” It was like he wanted to say two completely different things simultaneously. He looked like a nerd… but he looked like a hunk. But hadn’t he always been a nerd… or a hunk? Everything was so confusing. So muddled. So warped together. The man could hardly think properly.

As he inspected his reflection further, the man could see Seth’s nerdy features but it was as though they’d been ‘jockified’ in a sense. He was wearing Seth’s glasses too yet Bradley’s backwards cap also sat on top of his head. His clothes looked to be the same as Bradley’s gym gear yet the colour scheme had changed to fit that of Seth’s. And his body… It was enormous! So many years of hard work and dedication put in by Bradley yet certain features like his birthmark, body hair and more were distinctive of Seth.

Seth and Bradley. Bradley and Seth. He could see both of them staring back at him. He was also both of them and neither at the same time. Two bodies. Two minds. Two sets of memories. All of them combined into one single person. That’s who he was. And as his brain began to sort through its muddled memories, he quickly remembered how he came to be. Those handcuffs. Seth had used them to merge himself with Bradley and the result of that was the man looking back at him in the mirror.

The new man took another breath, longer and deeper this time as he tried to collect himself. Who was he? He wasn’t Seth and he wasn’t Bradley. He was a whole new person made from the sum of his parts. He felt and thought a lot of the same things they did yet he felt also completely new. As if he’d only just been born in a way.

That in mind he had to come up with a new name right? Just picking either Seth or Bradley didn’t feel right though. Saying Seth’s name out loud made him want to start throwing out homophobic slurs. Meanwhile saying Bradley’s out loud made him weirdly horny like he wanted to start jerking off to other gym bros and their huge bodies. But it still felt wrong. Like the two sides of himself were arguing inside his mind. So perhaps a whole new one would be better? He thought about it for a moment until finally a name sprung out at him.

James!

Yeah. He liked that. Not too similar to either of his old names and it had a nice ring to it. He couldn’t feel any conflict between his two halves at the name so that’s what he decided to lock in.

It was then that he took notice of the two metal bracelets on each of his wrists. He remembered the note Seth had read mentioning that’s what the handcuffs would become post merge. They emitted another faint glow for a second before settling again. Weird. He would’ve been more curious about it if he wasn’t so distracted by his new form.

James began to stroke strong stubble on his face. An interesting feeling since Seth was always relatively smooth. He scratched through it a little before running his calloused hands across every little detail on his face. It was like the perfect mix and match of facial features in the most handsome way possible. Mostly picking out Seth’s features as a base and then using Bradley’s to emphasise them in a masculine jockish way.

Of course his hands then couldn’t help but wander down his body. It didn’t take long for him to start grasping at the huge watermelons sized pecs sitting on his chest. Fuck he was jacked. He did a double bicep pose into the mirror that only served to make him look even more massive. James could only watch and smirk as his arms bulged with size. His nerdy half was beyond excited. Adoring the feel of all this powerful muscle mass that it had been yearning for all these years. So much so that James’ cock began to stiffen in his shorts. His jock half was also enjoying it but for a completely different, much more narcissistic, reason. Loving to see how this form was even bigger and more of a stud than even Bradley’s former body.

After a little more squeezing and groping of his new form, James couldn’t help but want to whip out his new combined cock. He gingerly tugged at the waistband of his shorts before slowly sliding them down until his dick jumped forward. By god was it massive. It seemed as though his counterparts cock sizes had also merged to become a much bigger whole. Seth’s cock had sat at a respectable 5 inches hard while Bradley had been rocking a 6 and a half incher. James however put them both to shame with an impressive 9 inch monster with the kind of thickness that would make any man or woman’s eyes water.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” The fused man grunted with a prideful smirk. “I could have so many hot dudes slobbering over this thing.” James chuckled as he gripped the thick appendage, sending shivers up his spine. His mind filled with images of sexy buff jocks getting their ass holes resized by his cock. That is until a conflicting thought crossed his mind.

“Wait no-I’m… I’m not a fag!?!” He questioned abruptly as Bradley’s influence shone through a little. Just then the images of muscular men in his mind transformed into hot busty women. His previous thoughts about cock and ass shifting to that of tits and pussy instead. His monster cock pulsed even harder at the idea of burying himself inside a hot babe. “Nahhhh bro. I fuckin love pussy!!” He exclaimed.

And yet his mind boomeranged once more.

“But then again…” his thoughts drifted back to the idea of eating out the hole of one of his bros at the gym before thrusting his cock into a plump jock butt. James’ mind continued to play a horny game of ping pong as it bounced back and forth between extremely gay and super straight thoughts, lightly jerking his cock throughout the conflict.

“Cock… Pussy… Pecs… Tits…” He murmured to himself as his cock started to drool precum.

James was only snapped out of this cycle when he heard some other dudes opening the locker room door. He’d completely forgotten he was in a public space! He quickly tried tucking his cock away into his shorts again, struggling to hide his obscene bulge in the process. Though he wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped before another jock turned the corner and saw him. It was one of Bradley’s gym buddies, Sam.

“Yo Jay! I thought you said you were getting a shower. You got a hot chick hiding in here somewhere?” Sam teased with a chuckle upon seeing the bulge, looking around and behind James as a joke. What struck James as odd though was the fact that the smaller jock somehow knew the name he’d come up for himself mere moments prior. Or at least an abbreviation of it that his jock half rather enjoyed. He knew reality should’ve shifted after he came into existence but he came up with that name after the shift right? Just then his mind snapped back to when he thought up the name. The metal bands on his wrists. They glowed a little when he decided on it. Perhaps that was them adding his new name to the reality alter or something? It seemed plausible but his train of thought was lost as Sam continued. “Or a dude maybe? I know you’re into that as well.” His apparent bro added.

“Oh umm… Nah bro just excited to see my uhhh… progress…” James lied with an awkward smirk. What else could he really say?

“Well I love seeing my results as well…” Sam turned to the mirror, giving a flex of his own. “But I don’t go around getting boners because of it.” He laughed.

James couldn’t help but lock his gaze onto Sam’s arms. He thought about kissing those biceps before making out with that scruffy dumb jock face of his. His Seth side had clearly harboured a huge crush on Sam as well.

“But you do you man, I don’t judge.” The other jock finished before patting James on the shoulder and walking away towards his own locker. As he did James couldn’t help but turn and get a quick look at his bro’s ass in those shorts.

‘He’s definitely been training his glutes a lot recently…’ James thought to himself, his dick jumping a bit in his own shorts at the thought of getting his hands on that ass. Smacking and fucking it. However his inner thoughts began to conflict again. ‘Nah Sam is just a bro! Bros don’t fuck bros!? Bros talk about hot chicks together!’ He then remembered a time where Bradley had seen one of the other female personal trainers wearing quite the revealing outfit one day. His cock began leaking precum once again as he remembered wanting to shove his dick between her huge tits while he kept stealing glances at her heart shaped ass. But just then, like getting horny whiplash at this point, his mind darted back to a time when Seth had seen one of the male personal trainers checking himself out in the gym mirrors after a pump. He was basically drooling as he watched the man bounce his pecs a little, wishing that he could shove his dick between those huge mounds of muscle.

Seeing the memories side by side however helped James realise something. Despite one experience being gay and the other straight, they were both extremely similar. So much so that you could switch it by having Seth be the one ogling at the woman’s tits and Bradley gushing over the man’s pecs and almost nothing would change. It was more or less the same experience. Perhaps his two halves were more alike in that regard than they originally thought…

James was suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of Sam shutting his locker. “Well I’ll leave you to get back to…” he glanced down at James’ still slightly visible bulge. “Whatever you were doing before I guess.” And with that grabbed his stuff and left James alone in the locker room once more. He looked over at his towel along with the shower gel sitting on the bench. He still kinda smelled like sweat from Bradley’s workout. Though at this point he just wanted to have an excuse to get naked.

The grey tank top soon found itself being tossed inside the locker alongside Bradley’s trainers and ankle socks, swiftly followed by the pair of black shorts James had been wearing. Then after shutting the locker, grabbing his towel and shower gel, James sauntered off towards the showers in all his huge muscular glory. Good thing they had shower cubicles because there was no way he was gonna be able to hide his massive erect cock now.

Upon twisting the handle the shower burst to life. It soon warmed itself up. James stepped under the refreshing water flow with a deep sigh. He let the water run over him calmly for a moment before getting down to business. Grabbing and groping at his body once again but with much more lust this time around. Feeling the weight of his pecs, the size of his arms, the heftiness of his thighs and the thickness of his ass. It wasn’t long before he’d gotten some gel on his hands and began rubbing it all over his hulking form. Making sure to rub the soap into every crevasse he could find and loving every second of it.

The gay part of him couldn’t help allowing one hand to linger excessively long around his ass. Squeezing and kneading each of his cheeks before eventually sliding a finger between them and towards his asshole. But before he could try and enter it, the straight part of him forced his hole and asscheeks to clench tightly shut so nothing could penetrate it. The feeling to both desire and fight against something simultaneously was an odd one to say the least.

Eventually he stood back under the water fully to rinse off any remaining soap. As he did his thick python of a cock continued to buck and bounce at full mast as if it were begging for release. Naturally James was willing enough to oblige it.

James took a strong grip on his fat member before starting to pump. As he did he tried to think of anything that would get him going. Of course his own body was one thing. So huge and fuckin powerful. He could dominate anyone! He couldn’t help but imagine pressing one of his gym bro’s down onto his back before sliding his cock deep inside his ass, pounding away and dominating him in every sense. His balls were already churning with cum at the thought when his brain began to drift elsewhere again.

Now Imagining himself between the legs of one of those personal trainer babes at the gym. Eating out her pussy and tasting her delicious pussy juice before getting her to give him a tit job and busting a nut all over her face and breasts.

Then he jumps back to the guy he’d been pounding now giving him a sloppy blowjob. James’ hand on the back of his head pushing him as far down as he’ll go. He could practically hear the imaginary man gagging on his massive length.

Just then however, his two visions began merging into one. Both transforming into a single horny day dream.

He was now imagining himself in a threesome. The babe presented him with her wet eager pussy while the hunk presented his tight hungry hole. James was spoiled for choice. He wanted both! He loved both! Soon enough he imagined himself constantly swapping between the two. Pounding her pussy then pounding his hole then back to her pussy again. Going back and forth again and again until he nutted inside one.

By this point James was jerking his cock furiously to the mixed horny thoughts running through head. It was then that the bracelets that he’d left on until now began to glow once again. Suddenly his balls felt even fatter and fuller than they were before but at this point James was too horny to stop and ask why. At this point all he wanted was to explode! His eyes began to roll back as ecstasy overtook his body. His cock and balls started to tense up as his hand continued stroking like his life depended on it. He could feel it! He was gonna blow!!

“OOOOAAHHHHH FFUUUUUUCKKK!” James roared with extreme intensity followed by a massive rope of cum blasting from his cock. With it taking all of Bradley’s homophobic ideals and splattering them across the cubicle wall in a sticky mess. Finally releasing the one roadblock that’d been stopping James’ two sexualities from merging into a healthy Bisexual.

Then, as his cock released another tiny splutter cum, he also let go of Seth’s lack of vanity allowing him to become 100% confident in showing off his new and improved body. After that James was surprised when his cock suddenly shot another powerful rope at the cubicle wall, purging any desire to bully others by belittling them as Bradley had done so many times before. This was then followed by James’ hung appendage twitching again and letting out yet another modest cumshot. This one took with it Seth’s meek and shy nature, leaving behind only that of Bradley’s confident and extroverted one. It was only after his body had ejaculated all the qualities necessary to create the best version of James possible was his cock finally able to stop shooting load after load.

James fell to his knees then backwards onto his ass in exhaustion. He watched as his cum and ejected traits were washed down the shower drain with a faint smile on his face. There were simply no words to describe how incredible he felt. Just that he felt whole now. His two halves had finally stopped fighting against each over and have unified as one, leaving his mind feeling the clearest it'd been since the merge.

“Hey dude. You alright in there?” Came the echoing voice of another gym goer from just outside James’ shower cubicle. “I heard some noises from out there.”

He jumped back up to his feet in surprise. “Y-yeah! I’m good bro. Just slipped, but I’m good!” He shouted back, lying through his teeth as he glanced at some of his thick cum still dripping down the wall. The guy on the other side seemed a tad suspicious due to James’ tone but didn’t think anything of it and left back into the main locker room. Moments after, once he’d cleaned/licked up all the cum leftover inside the cubicle, James left with a towel wrapped around his waist as he made his way back to his locker.

Before long the merged nerdy jock had dressed himself in the spare set of clothes Bradley had in the locker. They felt tight on his body, not that it was a problem. He just loved the way his pecs stretched the t-shirt and how his thighs and ass strained inside the shorts. Wasting no more time though, James’ pulled on the leftover ankle socks and trainers before grabbing his gym bag and heading out of the locker room.

As he crossed the gym floor, James could feel the eyes of both horny and jealous people watching him and his body. And he got off on it like hell. Though just as he reached the reception he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around he saw none other than the exact same female PT that Bradley had the hots for. His eyes almost immediately gave her a once over, inspecting her curves and cleavage shown off in the well fitting tights and sports bra.

“Heeyyy James. Are we still on for Friday night?” She asked with a devious smirk as she eyed him up just the same as he had. Looking over his bulging muscles and meaty pecs. It was then James recalled a recent memory of Bradley going on a date with her the night before. It must’ve gone well since she gave some heavy suggestions on what she wanted to do with him next time.

“Of course! Couldn’t be more excited.” James replied in a cocky but cheery tone.

“Glad to hear it.” She said, taking a step forward before reaching down, gingerly grasping at his bulge. “I can already tell we’re gonna have so much fun.” She giggled while rubbing his thick package before letting go with a wink. James grinned as he watched her turn and walk back towards some gym equipment to finish her routine, not being able to help watching her ass for a moment before turning around himself and heading out the gym exit.

James stepped out into the world, now with a semi-boner once again, and took his first deep breath of fresh air. Man did it feel good. He only had a couple seconds to enjoy the moment however as he felt the buzz of a phone from inside his gym bag. Opening the bag up he pulled out a familiar phone and saw a Grindr notification. He knew for a fact that Bradley never had Grindr but then again since reality changed this was no longer Bradley’s phone. It was James’.

Tapping the notification and unlocking the phone then took him to a chat this guy had started with him.

— Holy fuck! And I thought I was getting big hahaha. You’re fucking huge man! I would do anything just to feel those massive arms and that sexy chest! 😍 —

Well he was certainly straight forward. James went and gave his profile another quick look. They were about the same age and the guy looked to be a lean jock type. Soccer player by the looks of it. He had short brown hair with a bit of scruff on his face and some cute handsome features. The dude was definitely hot, he’d give him that. James half-hard dick even twitched again when he saw a photo of the guy wearing nothing but a Jockstrap, framing his cute ass perfectly. He could already see himself burying his face and cock between those cheeks.

He’d have to get back to that guy for sure but right now he had more important things to deal with. If everything that letter was true then his parents on both sides wouldn’t have been affected by the reality shift all that much. They probably weren’t even aware of his existence yet. So that was his next order of business. To break the news. Luckily, since Seth only grew up with his mom and Bradley only ever had his dad, there were only two parents to break it to rather than four. Still won’t make it any less awkward…

(Part 2)

James stood outside his house… or one of his houses anyway. With a deep breath he stepped forward and gave a rhythmic knock. It was only mere moments later that Seth’s mother Lisa opened the door. Of course she didn’t recognise the hulking man before her but there was an odd sense of familiarity about him.