Hypno MoC

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

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

At least that’s what he called himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I met his eyes through the screen.

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

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

“You’re… serious?”

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

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

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

---

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

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

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

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

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

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

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

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

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

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

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

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

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

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

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

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

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

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

---

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

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This body was insatiable.

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

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

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

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

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

---

By day six, I was losing the battle.

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

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

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

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

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

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

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

It felt incredible.

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

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

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

That night I opened Grindr again.

---

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

I needed pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

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

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

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

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

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

We barely spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

A dark thrill shot through me.

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

“Sohil… oh my god—”

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

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

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

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

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

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

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

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

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

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We could switch it all back… if only…

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

If only… what was I trying to do again?

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

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

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

(Non-SCP short)

“Hurry up and jump in already!” Will insisted, in both preparation and his excitement, he had thrown his shirt to the side. He presented his bare torso to me, with arms open while he beckoned for me to do it. 

“This is the fifth time this week,” I told him with a slight snicker, though relented and started to strip my clothes off—to ease the process. It didn’t really matter that much, but to Will, it did. It made the entire thing easier, and much hotter “I’m spending more time as you than you do!” I added, though by that time, any clothing I had piled beside his shirt on the floor.

“Your fault anyway,” He rolled his eyes, then pointed to himself again. “It felt good when you did that, I know you liked it too, so win-win.” He smirked, and it was my turn to roll my eyes. 

“Fine, fine.” I dismissed him, already feeling the blood rushing down my member . He noticed it too, which only had him sporting the same under his shorts. I got into position, crouched low as if about to sprint. “Ready?” 

“Always.” Will grinned with a nod, I shared the smile, and to that I sent myself flying towards his body.

–

“Never.” I told my dad the first time he discovered I could possess people too, like him. “I promise to never use it for personal benefit.” He had me repeat the phrase over, and over, and over again until he was convinced. It was some latent ability men in our family apparently had, and I accidentally unlocked mine at age seventeen when my neighbor tried to catch me when I slipped off our roof. Instead, I slipped right inside of him, panicked, and called my dad.

“Only use it when necessary, understand?” He told me after, and I could only agree. He trained me how to use it nevertheless, mostly on our neighbor and his sons—though we stopped once I'd mastered it. I never knew the extent or history of it in our family. Dad refused to tell me even after I left for college, though it did not bother me much.

Now, at age twenty-seven, I considered breaking my promise as I watched my roommate emerge from the pool with his bare toned body glistening with sweat and water. We’d been roommates since first year, even now when we’re both already working, and I’d been itching to use my powers on him since the first time we met.

Will was a sight to behold, and although I don’t look half bad, he obviously put more effort in his body than I ever have and will with mine. He was tall, and broad, maybe the best looking guy I’ve ever been lucky to be friends with (a stretch, but close enough). I remember how many times I had to physically stop myself from just diving into his body while he slept, marveling at the idea of having such a body to control. We got on well, maybe because of familiarity, though we never were close enough to share secrets.

Now though, with only the two of us in here, the idea was more tempting than before. I even had to bring both hands down to hide the sufficiently growing hard-on under my boxers. Briefly, I stared at my hands and imagined the last time I used my powers, a week ago, to secretly help a newbie co-worker finish a report he couldn’t do. Then I stared back at Will.

I wondered, after all these years of using it with similar tasks, if I could use it for myself.

“Blinded by my abs or something?” Will approached, still dripping wet, and enough to snap me out. He had an eyebrow raised, and I found it much harder to control myself at his proximity. “Pass me that water bottle, please.” He added.

“Okay.” was all that I responded, then tossed him the bottle that sat beside me on the bench. My breath seemed to hitch in my throat once he uncapped the bottle, and chugged down the liquid from inside. I watched the water run down his throat, and felt the burning hot sensation within me spread.to the tips of my fingers.

Now or never, Rex. I told myself, watched him almost finish the bottle. I clenched both fists and leaned back a little, just to give myself an extra push before I did it. I stared until almost all of the water from his bottle had slipped down his throat, and once it did, I pushed myself forward—and jumped inside Will, through his chest.

My head and shoulders slipped in first, though I heard him gasp and drop the bottle in surprise. He grunted, and cursed as I squirmed in his chest until I got half of my upper torso inside his.

“W-what the..f-fuck..?!” I heard him swear, and felt his arms try to pull at my waist only to pull my boxers off. It freed the stiff beast under, and bumped against his own as I pulled myself in deeper. I thought it was my imagination, but I felt his own hard member brush against mine. “F-fuck, what are you do…ing?” 

I heard him groan, grunt, and even moan as I slowly pulled the last bit of myself inside him. To the outside viewer, it would look like Will’s chest and torso squirming against him, though I didn’t have to worry about that now. It was time to align myself.

First I pushed my legs into his powerful ones, and I felt the sensations rushing back as I took control. I stretched and kicked in order to test them, and was not disappointed—though the next part was undoubtedly my favorite: pushing my own rod into his.

Normally I did not do it with most of the people I possessed, but Will is an exception. And if I wanted to have the most time using his body, this was crucial. I felt him moan outside, and I did too inside him as I aligned my six-inches into his own nine. He was already hard which made it easier to push in, to my surprise.

The amplified sensations that rushed into me at that moment was almost enough to bring me, or us, to the edge. I felt the sticky pre push out of our shared slit, and it only motivated me to align the rest of my body into his, starting from the abdomen to his wide chest. I felt every breath he took, every gasp he made, and it felt like we both shared the same excitement—a little weird, considering I had done this so much to others.

My arms came next, and I pushed mine through his as if wearing a coat sleeve, then down to his hands like wearing a glove.They felt powerful, and I couldn’t help but flex them though I could merely look through Will’s open mouth while I also slowly pushed my head up. Curiously, I brought them down to my new rod, grasped it and gave it a tug, only for us to moan at the same time—his own voice spilled out, though it mingled with mine as I hadn’t fully possessed his vocal chords yet.

Finally, right before the climax, I pushed my head fully into his. It wasn’t just the new sensation of being this tall and huge that greeted me, and not just the new memories that rushed into my head, but a huge spurt of our seed that somehow penetrated the thin fabric of the shorts I now wore. They pushed through the fabric, and sprayed up to my navel. Once I freed it from the boxers, it made another shot that splattered my cheek.

It was perhaps the most intense I’ve ever experienced, to the point that I fell on my butt against the bench—where I sat with arms to my side, still spurting two men's worth of essence, and my head thrown back while I clenched both fists and toes. Only Will’s voice echoed in the empty place, and I savored the sound of it coming out of my own mouth.

I hadn’t even finished yet, but I’ve already decided I was going to have as much fun as I could in his body, before I could even think of leaving it.  

I didn’t clean up the globs and splatters around me from the pool when I was done. Instead I ran a hand over my body to feel it up. Will’s hands were bigger than mine, and warm despite swimming the entire time. I massaged the sweat and water on my new chest, then my biceps, and then down to my abs. I basked in my glory, then left the pools to have some more fun elsewhere.

Finding the proper “Will” clothing was fun—I’ve spent so much time secretly gawking at him while he changed clothes, and it definitely was hotter seeing it reflected on the mirror by my own eyes. Combing through his memories, I found a few spots he frequented, and it excited me so much to walk in there, in his body, to have the time of my life. 

Needless to say, that wouldn’t be the last time I used Will’s body, and it even spanned days sometimes where I would only hop out once I wanted to take a break. It was so much fun, and I reveled being in the body of the man I’ve been thinking about sabotaging since the day we met. I thought he wouldn’t notice though, given that I could also alter his memories while I’m inside him.

And it was some time after the longest I went without possessing him, due to some work concerns, that Will confronted me the moment I walked in our apartment. He was completely naked, with a stern look over his face when he told me the words. “Do it again.”

I almost dropped the bag of groceries I held when he said that, and I tried to play innocent as I scooted around him to put the bags on the counter. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Don’t play dumb, Rex.” Will told me then, and he closed in on me while I tried to back away from the counter. At that point I had forgotten how much taller he was, and I felt little, powerless, against the body that I’ve grown accustomed to. “I know what you’re doing, you enter me in some way and then I’m stuck in the back of my mind while you’re controlling me.” He deadpanned, his expression unreadable.

“Dude, are you high?” I tried to chuckle and turn away, but he was there to block my path.

“I said don’t play dumb. I know you’ve been doing it to me for two months now.” Will growled, he drew himself up to full height and I felt myself quiver—and get stiff. “I need you to do it again, now. Please.”

I stuttered a little, perplexed, and watched Will avoid my gaze. Red tinted his cheeks, and I realized it was the first time I saw him flustered like this. “Why?” I asked, and tried my best not to laugh. For the first time as well, he felt less intimidating, and it was at that point that I just wanted to jump inside him.

“I–I don’t know,” Will hesitated, then sighed. “I suppose it felt good whenever you did it, especially after the second time. It was amazing.” He recalled, and at the same time I watched his member rise. I gave it a curious glance, to which he rolled his eyes and just nodded.

“Wait, so…” I told him, still slightly surprised and confused as to how he remembered it. “You’re getting off to…to me inside you?” 

“You make it sound like you’re fucking me.” Will spat, though there was less heat in it now. “But yeah, essentially. I can’t explain the feeling, it just felt great being in the backseat and watching you be me. While I felt everything you were doing with my body.” He mused. 

At that point I’ve relaxed enough to not lean against the counter. He stepped back arms wide as if presenting himself. I gaped at him for a bit, processing, until I felt a surge of excitement in myself—if this was what I thought it would be, then I’m in luck.

“So what you’re saying is you want me to keep possessing you.” I asked, and he confirmed with an enthusiastic nod. I couldn’t help the smirk from breaking out of my face at that point, it sounded like an agreement. “You understand you’re giving up all that to get off of it?” I added, gesturing towards his physique.

“I’m not stupid, Rex. And yes..” Will huffed and rolled his eyes. “These days I can’t even fathom not having you in me, it’s been a week too. I want you in.” 

My smirk had grown into a grin at that point, and I left the counter to approach Will. He returned my expression, knowing what was to happen next. “Ready yourself, then.” I announced, prepared to jump in.

“Hold on, take off your clothes.” Will held his palm out to stop me, to which I raised an eyebrow at. My clothes certainly wouldn’t stop me. “It felt better when you would do it without them.” 

“Okay?” I relented, and started stripping out of my work clothes. Once stripped bare, Will eyed me weirdly, and I prepared to launch myself towards him. “Anything else?”

“Try to do it slowly this time too, and face me while you do it.” Will grinned, and gave me a nod. It felt awkward, and I imagined how I would do it until I settled on pushing my legs into him first, and work from there.

I walked towards Will, who had his arms wide open and legs spread apart. I gave him a slight nod, before I pushed my left leg through his abdomen. He groans, I do too once my leg has found its new home. “Hmm, yeah keep going.” He said through a groan.

With solid footing on one leg, I pulled myself by the use of his shoulder to push my other leg in. He stumbled a little to the back, until I felt both my feet stand solid on the ground. 

At this point, both of us were already gasping, and slick with sweat—then came the most exciting part. Will seemed to pick up on this too, and through his labored breaths, he had a mischievous glint in his eye when he held my shoulders. I looked up at him for a second, and knew what he was about to do.

With his strong hands, he pushed half of me into him. We both made a sound at this, a mixture of an animalistic yelp and a groan that reverbed through our connected bodies. From his actions, I have been pushed in deep, and likewise my length had pushed inside his tool—which resulted in a spray of pre fluid from the tip.

Will’s moans were unintelligible, though it was the same as what came out of my mouth; it meant that his defenses were weakening and I was slowly gaining control. I pushed myself a little more, up to half of my abdomen.

Will was panting by now, and in one swift move, he surprised me by bringing one hand beneath me—through which, he started gripping and stroking our shared member. I felt myself squirm, causing him to grasp it tighter and almost stumble backwards again. I couldn’t stop him, and I was already going over the edge.

I felt the seed already climbing the base of my rod, yet Will wouldn’t slow down. I couldn’t bear the pleasure that filled our shared bodies, and I took the moment to shove my hands through his chest. He moaned again, much closer to reaching climax, I did too as I forcefully pushed myself through his chest until I sank within his massive torso fully.

“F-fuck, here it comes..!” I heard Will almost yell as I pushed my arms, chest, and head into their rightful places. It was at the exact moment again, like my first time, that my head clicked into place when I was blinded by a huge spray of white again—and it looked as if we were both saving them for this moment, because I felt it coat my borrowed broad chest while I was pressed against the wall, half-yelling each moan. 

The last of Will’s words lingered in my throat as I fully took over: “Make it worth it.” was what he said, all the while I spurted and shot until there was a sufficiently-sized puddle beneath my feet. It felt much more intense than the first time, or in every time I did it before; maybe because this wasn’t by force this time.

When I was done and had recovered sufficiently, my entire body was both glistening with sweat and sticky from the essence that sprayed all over my body. I rubbed them both all over myself, my entire bare body, and tried to think of what to do next.

I didn’t even consider hopping in the shower, as I enjoyed my new musk. All I could think of that time was that it had to be the beginning of some symbiotic relationship between me and Will.

– 

Back to present, Will’s body fully accepted me inside—as if the body belonged to me all along. There wasn’t as much resistance and I sank inside his flesh almost the same moment I made contact with it. Sometimes he wanted to take it slow, but he seemed to be in need of a quick hit now, that he even helped pull me inside, all the while he would grunt in pleasure.

I no longer had the quick rushes of memory, for it had almost stayed within my own mind, ingrained from the many times I was here. It was likewise customary for his body’s immediate response the moment I aligned myself inside him to get stiff—which we both enjoyed.

Since Will had me possess him in the gym, I couldn’t exactly handle it right then and there (though I had once, much to Will’s pleasure). Instead I had to go to the bathroom, where I usually did it in these circumstances, and as usual, admired myself in the mirrors within.

Like I always did, and from Will’s request, it was customary for me to take images and videos of myself while I piloted his body—for later purposes, he would say, and it always made me chuckle though I relented.

I pondered for a moment after snapping the picture, and thought of how a mere months ago, I had only fantasized using Will’s body as mine. I had been bound by my promise to my father then, but I knew better now. And to make everything better, the body’s owner had been extremely cooperative to the point he would sometimes beg for me to hop inside him.

It only made me laugh, my promise forgotten, as I looked for a stall to handle my business. I’m sure this counts as “helping” anyway—but like Will told me earlier, “Win-win.”

– 

"God damnit, Caleb. You should know better than to just walk up to my room and touch my stuff." Ryan exclaims as he tries to adjust the Mesmer Ray that he invented.

Ryan is a technician in a strip club. He works with the lights and the sound system of the place, making sure that everything's running accordingly. He badly needed a job so even with a degree in mechanical and computer engineering, he accepted the position in the strip club. His boss pays him a legit amount of money, enough for him to slowly pay off his college debt and live in a well off apartment.

Speaking of living in an apartment, the only bane in his existence was his roommate, Caleb. Ryan met Caleb on his first day at the strip club. Ryan works as a male stripper for cougars and gays alike. He heard Ryan talking to their boss about how he loves to work there but doesn't have a place to stay yet. Caleb interrupts them and offers Ryan to be his roommate. At first, Ryan was giddy that this hunk of a man offered his apartment for him. Only to be surprised that the only reason that Caleb asked him is because his rent is almost due.

Ryan wants to move out but the sight of Caleb every day, strutting around their apartment in his underwear, is too hard to give up. He knows that Caleb's a straight guy, and based on the noises he hears through their thin walls, so much of a straight guy. But he likes to fantasize that one day, Caleb will turn gay and will love him. A little hopeful but that's how Ryan is. He always falls for someone whom he knows will never love him back.

In his free time, Ryan is building a light system that in theory, will cause the patrons at the strip club to be horny. He thinks that if he'll be able to program the lights to flicker at the right time, he can influence the customers that they're horny and do whatever it takes to book the guys that they locked their attention to. Ryan started by modifying a single strobe light and changing its colors and lighting patterns. He then asked for copies of every stripper's routine. That way, he can match the lighting and the music to not raise suspicion.

Ryan was able to finish with the lighting pattern for Caleb's routine when he felt his stomach rumble. He checks the clock and it's already 3pm so he decides to take a quick bite before getting ready for work. He checked their fridge and found it empty so he fetched his wallet and ran down to the nearest 7-11. He bought some instant ramen before he headed back to his apartment. The moment he opened the door, Ryan immediately noticed someone lying on the floor inside his room. He closed the door to run towards his room, only to find Caleb, lying down, with the strobe light shining on his face.

Ryan couldn't believe what just happened so he immediately unplugged the strobe light, which caused Caleb's head to completely fall on the floor. Ryan rushes to Caleb, trying to lift the hunk off the floor but fails miserably due to his tiny arms. He then pulls Caleb's arms up and lets his roommate sit down. Ryan removes his cap as Caleb's head falls forward. Ryan checks Caleb's face to see if he's awake and finds that his pupils are dilated and his mouth was slightly ajar, causing a string of drool to drip to his chest. He's panicking about what happened to Caleb. He pushes his roommate's body so that the bed will support his back.

Ryan stands up and thinks about what could probably happen when he goes downstairs. Since the strobe light was shining directly to Caleb's face, it must have put Caleb in a trance-like state. This can explain the dilated pupils and almost-catatonic behavior. Ryan thought that he probably spent around 15 minutes to go to the store and get back to his apartment so it means that the lighting pattern is still not finished. Also, Caleb's routine lasts for about 30 minutes, that explains why his roommate is still in a trance. Ryan concluded that he needs to expose Caleb to the strobe light until the music stops in order to snap his roommate out of trance.

Ryan then plugs in the strobe light and aims it to Caleb's face. He then tilts Caleb's head upward so he can see the light flickering. And just like that, Caleb's stare was fixated on the lights as Ryan watches in amusement.

"Wow! I did it! It's my first time, and I did it!" Ryan exclaims.

"Wow. I did it. It's my first time, and I did it." Caleb repeats, but with a monotonous tone.

"Wait, Caleb, can you hear me?" Ryan asks.

"Wait, Caleb, can you hear me." Caleb replies.

Ryan thought about what was happening and figured that since he wasn't able to lace the commands with the music, the lights might have just opened Caleb's mind.

"I am Caleb, and I love Ryan." Ryan slowly said.

"I am Caleb, and I love Ryan." Caleb repeats in response.

"Day in and day out, all I can think about is Ryan."

"Day in and day out, all I can think about is Ryan."

"All I want to do is to please Ryan however he likes."

"All I want to do is to please Ryan however he likes."

"Ryan is my master, my everything, my one true love."

"Ryan is my master, my everything, my one true love."

Ryan blushes as he hears Caleb repeat everything he says. He notices that Caleb's dick is now tenting from his underwear.

"I want Ryan to play with my body all day."

"I want Ryan to play with my body all day."

"I workout so that Ryan can rub his hands on my muscles. I love it when he rubs my muscles."

"I workout so that Ryan can rub his hands on my muscles. I love it when he rubs my muscles."

"I want Ryan to play with my body any way he likes."

"I want Ryan to play with my body any way he likes."

"I want Ryan to lick me how-" Ryan was interrupted when the strobe light malfunctioned and started sending out sparks.

"Son of a bitch!" Ryan exclaims as he immediately unplugs the strobe light and tossed it to his trash can.

Ryan turns around to see Caleb, lying on the floor, with his eyes closed and his chest heaving heavily. Ryan drops down on the floor to feel Caleb's pulse and lets out a sigh of relief. He let Caleb lie on the floor while we went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He chugs it down in one go and thinks about everything that happened so far. Everything went so fast that he was not able to process all of it. Ryan starts doing breathing exercises to calm himself down. He just needs to wait for Caleb to wake up and then he can lock himself in his room and process everything. Come to think of it, Ryan wasn't able to get a good look at Caleb's sleeping face. This might be his only chance since Caleb always locks his door when sleeping.

Ryan walks back to his room and slowly peaks his head inside. His mouth almost dropped to the floor as he saw Caleb on all fours in his bedroom.

Ryan slowly goes inside as he watches Caleb on the floor, breathing rhythmically.

"Caleb? Are you awake?" Ryan asks.

As soon as Ryan spoke those words, Caleb's head snaps up and starts looking around. When he sees Ryan at the doorway, a goofy smile forms in his face.

"Ryan!" Caleb exclaims as he crawls towards Ryan and leaps up to him like a dog.

Ryan tries to back away but trips on the doorway. He fell down on his ass and groaned from the pain. He was surprised when Caleb suddenly went on top of him and started rubbing his face on Ryan's neck and face.

"I missed you so much, Ry!!! I can't believe you left me alone here! Please don't do that again! I'll be a good boy, I promise!" Caleb exclaims as he continues assaulting Ryan with his face.

"Ca-Caleb!! Stop it! What the hell?!" Ryan shouts, which caused Caleb to stop on his track.

Caleb slowly backs away from Ryan with a sad face.

"Did I do something bad? Are you mad?" Caleb asks.

"What? Are you high? What's wrong with you?" Ryan asks as he stands up from the floor.

Caleb then starts whimpering as tears fall down from his cheeks. Ryan was shocked to see Caleb crying but more importantly, was shocked at how Caleb is acting.

"I'm so sorry, Ry. I just woke up and found you missing. I was scared you've left me. I thought you don't want to play with my body anymore. You're all I can think about Ry! For every second of every minute, all I want is to be with you. I'm so sorry I'm such a bad boy." Caleb cries as he continues to sob while trying his best to cover his face.

Ryan thought it was a long shot but holy cow, it actually worked. Caleb is now acting like this based on what he said when Caleb's in the trance. But something's not right. There must be another thing he forgot. Ryan sits down in front of Caleb and hugs him.

"I'm not mad, Caleb. Just surprised. You know I don't like surprises." Ryan gently says as he strokes Caleb back.

"Really? Does that mean I'm still a good boy?" Caleb asks.

"Yeah, let's go with that." Ryan hesitantly agrees.

"Yey! Can you rub my abs? I love it when you rub my abs." Caleb asks as he rolls over and presents his stomach to Ryan.

Ryan then starts rubbing Caleb's tummy like how a dog owner would do, and Caleb's legs start twitching like a dog would do. Unfortunately, Caleb becomes overstimulated and accidentally kicks the potted plant beside Ryan's door.

"Son of a bitch!" Ryan exclaims.

Rowan now Rover

It started as a joke at first. My roommate dared me to wear this pup mask we found at the back of a cupboard. It must have been left by the previous occupants. It was a bit of fun and we both got a good laugh about it.

Afterwards however I began to become drawn to it. I put it on when he wasn't there. It felt better and better every time. Soon I was wearing it more and ditching my clothes.

I started to forget how to talk, I could only yelp and bark. Then it was walking on all fours followed by humping pillows.

My roommate was quite happy to adapt to this. He came home one day with a new collar, bowl and bed for me. He would pet me and call me a good boy. When he did It made my cock twitch.

Austin couldn’t see any other solutions than booking a session with the hypnotherapist. He knew that he’d been moping for weeks, so when his friend finally snapped and told him to get some help, Austin had taken the referral and gotten on Dr. Li’s waiting list.

His thirtieth birthday a few years ago had been a bit of a wake-up call for Austin. Years of overwork and poor diet were slowly reversing as he took better care of his body, and for the first time, he felt proud of his looks. He knew he had a long way to go, but he was hoping to attain proper hunk status before he turned forty. He knew that he gave off the impression of being a clean-cut, intelligent guy with a pretty classic sense of style and, he hoped, a charming personality.

And yet, well, that hadn’t been enough to save his relationship.

Thankfully, the referral from his friend fast-tracked Austin up the waiting list, and a week or so later he scheduled his first appointment with Dr. Li and showed up at the low-key office just outside the financial district.

Sitting in the waiting room, listening to the burble of the little rock fountain in the corner, Austin found himself suddenly overwhelmed with second thoughts. He didn’t have real problems, after all. He was just being a baby about the breakdown of a 4-year relationship. Surely someone else could use this time better than him. Plus, what if he couldn’t do it? What if the hypnotherapy didn’t work for him? Dr. Li’s reviews were fantastic, but everyone underreported their failed clients.

Just as Austin was about to stand up and leave, the door of Dr. Li’s office opened to let out a cute young man with a blissful smile on his face. The guy blinked owlishly at Austin for a moment, his eyelids fluttering slightly, then he licked his lips lasciviously and drifted out the door.

A smooth, resonant, eminently masculine voice came from inside the office. “Forgive Terry,” it said, “he prefers to remain in trance for a few hours after our sessions. Please come in, Austin.”

Nervously, Austin stepped through the door to find a well-built Chinese man in a suit lounging in a comfortable armchair. Across from him in the office sat a long couch. It looked perfect for lying down on. The man, Dr. Li, had a few grey streaks at his temples, but still filled out his suit like a much younger man might. As Austin came in, he stood up, putting aside a small notebook that he had been writing in.

“Welcome to your first session, Austin,” said Dr. Li in that smooth, rich voice, giving him a firm handshake. “Please have a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable. Would you like anything to drink?”

Once the two of them were settled—Austin took a glass of water, while Dr. Li refilled a thermos of herbal tea—the hypnotherapist continued, “My job is to help you achieve your full potential and free your deepest desires. To do that, I will most likely put you into a trance to unlock your unconscious wishes and help your brain make important changes. But first, let’s just have a conversation. Tell me about yourself, Austin. What brought you into my office today?”

With cues from Dr. Li, delivered in his calm, almost musical voice, Austin found the story spilled out easily. His attempts at self-improvement had been dismissed by his boyfriend, then actively sabotaged as his boyfriend worried that Austin improving might cause him to move on. Finally, Austin had kicked him out, and then gone into a spiral of self-hatred that resulted in his friend recommending Dr. Li’s unique methods for achieving goals and moving past trauma.

As the conversation continued, Austin found that he spoke less and less as Dr. Li spoke more, voicing gentle encouragement and affirmations that seemed to resonate inside Austin’s head, crowding out distractions and thoughts. Austin’s eyelids fluttered as a tingling feeling washed over his body. He just felt…so relaxed. He should just listen to Dr. Li’s voice and sink deeper into this sensation. He should lie down on the couch. He should…

Sleep.

…

Wake up.

Austin’s eyes blinked open. He felt calm, refreshed, alert. He felt better than he had in a long time. I looked over at Dr. Li, struggling to keep his eyes from falling closed.

“Very good, Austin,” said the hypnotist, his voice causing a tingle of pleasure through Austin’s body. “You’re a natural at this.”

“I…am?” Austin’s voice came out fuzzy, surprising him. He felt so awake, but he couldn’t seem to think through anything. He just had to trust Dr. Li.

“Yes, you’re a very good subject.” Austin felt another tingle of pleasure. It felt good to be praised. “You told me some of your unconscious desires, and I think you have a lot of potential for us to unlock together. But to do that, we have to get you into an even deeper trance.”

Austin drifted for a moment before he felt the response bubble to the top of his mind. “Okay.”

“Very good.” Another twinge. “In that case, it’s time to sleep.”

…

“Fully awake now.”

Austin came awake with a deep breath. He lay in the feeling for a moment, savouring the deep calm in his body. Looking at his watch, he could see that over an hour had passed, but his memories past the first few minutes were hazy. He knew that Dr. Li had taken good care of him and should always be trusted.

“How do you feel, Austin?” Dr. Li asked, writing in his notebook. Austin thought he could see a dark spot in the crotch of the hypnotist’s slacks, as if he had been precumming while Austin was under, but Dr. Li was trustworthy and would tell him what he needed to know.

“I feel good.” There was just one thing bothering him: he couldn’t seem to get comfortable in his polo shirt. He fidgeted, pulling at it, but then he realised: it felt good to show off. He unbuttoned the neck buttons to reveal the top of his hairy pecs and immediately felt better. “What did we talk about?”

“It was a wide-ranging conversation,” Dr. Li replied. “Of course, you know I will tell you anything important that happens while you are in trance.”

Austin nodded.

“We discussed some of your unconscious desires, and I began to implement a few triggers to help you unlock your true self. Would you like me to explain them to you?”

Austin thought about it. It didn’t seem too important to spend a long time talking about the specific triggers, since Dr. Li was so trustworthy. “Nah, I kind of want to be surprised,” he said.

“I thought you might be.” Dr. Li smiled, looking up from his notebook. “One of your unconscious desires is to be externally controlled while you’re along for the ride. I think that hypnotherapy will be a very good fit for you.”

Austin couldn’t help but agree. It felt good to have someone else at the wheel. There was something about listening to Dr. Li’s gentle, deep voice that made Austin certain that Dr. Li had his best interests at heart.

After scheduling weekly sessions with Dr. Li, Austin left the office and started driving home. But on the way, he had the sudden thought that he should go to the gym. Usually, he preferred morning workouts, but he figured that an afternoon session couldn’t hurt. However, he hadn’t thought to pack gym clothes when he headed out of the house earlier.

While Austin pondered what to do about his lack of gym clothes, he pulled into the parking lot of his gym. As he engaged the parking brake, he turned to see a set of neatly folded gym clothes, and a new pair of runners, sitting in the passenger seat. The instant he looked at them, he suddenly remembered Dr. Li handing him the clothes while he was entranced. He had carried them out to the car and placed them neatly in the passenger seat without even realising what he was doing.

He felt his cock starting to harden in his boxers. Being unaware of his actions was hot. Going to the gym was probably something Dr. Li had told him to do, as well. Austin grabbed the clothes and jumped out of his car, pumped to get into the gym.

In the locker room, though, he felt momentarily confused. Usually, he wore knee-length shorts and a loose T-shirt in the gym, but the clothes Dr. Li had given him were a pair of short-shorts and a tight-fitting tank top that stretched over his thick torso. He felt a bit self-conscious looking in the mirror, but then he remembered it felt good to show off. The judgment of the skinny bros at the gym didn’t matter, because he was going to show off just for him.

The workout felt incredibly good. Austin was totally focussed on lifting while he was in the weight room. No other thoughts entered his head except for setting up his next workout and getting his form perfect. He even jumped on the elliptical, because good cardio is just as important as a good pump. After a couple of hours went by in a blur, Austin found himself walking out the gym’s front door, pumped, sweaty, and full of a pleasurable thrilled sensation.

Later that night, Austin was maintaining his Animal Crossing island when he was overcome with a need to email Dr. Li. Putting the game aside, Austin grabbed his phone and composed an email:

Doctor, I had a great workout today. I got a good baseline knowledge of my strength and endurance for my future sessions. Thank you very much for the new clothes, it felt good to show off my body in more revealing clothes. Austin

Sending the email, Austin watched the screen for a minute without moving until he heard the ping of an incoming email with Dr. Li’s reply:

Good boy.

Austin’s eyes rolled back as he felt a wave of pleasure through his whole body. It felt good to be praised.

For the next week, Austin went to the gym almost every day before work. Without his conscious control, his body implemented a push/pull/legs split, and after three days in the gym, he would find himself without the urge to work out for a day. Instead, he went shopping for new gym clothes because it felt good to show off and his old clothes just didn’t show off his body as much as he wanted. While he was out, he also bought a few new button-up shirts that he thought would show off his chest.

Each night, Austin emailed Dr. Li in the same thread and received a short reply from the hypnotist. Usually, it was some variation of “Good boy,” which made Austin feel wonderful because of how good it felt to be praised. Austin remarked in one email that he had gone out with friends and had two portions at dessert before going out to drink, which he felt badly about. Dr. Li replied, “Do you want to talk about cravings and portion control at our next session?” Austin thought about it, but he trusted Dr. Li to have his best interests at heart, so he replied, “Yes.”

Dr Li’s answer to that was, “Good boy.”

Finally, Austin’s next hypnotherapy session arrived. As he sat down on the couch, he could already feel the urge to fall into a trance again. It would be so easy to follow Dr. Li’s commands and sleep.

…

Wake up.

This time, Austin had no memory of time passing while he was entranced. He was lying on the couch again, and Dr. Li smiled at him as he sat up. “That was a very good session, Austin,” he said, his smooth voice strangely rough. “You fell into trance almost before you sat down.”

Austin nodded. “I was really excited to be hypnotised again, Doctor,” he said. The word “doctor” felt strange on his tongue for some reason. It was Dr. Li’s title, but Dr. Li deserved Austin’s complete respect at all times, and “doctor” just wasn’t enough.

Dr. Li smiled, seemingly at Austin’s discomfort, but that couldn’t be true, because Dr. Li had Austin’s best interests at heart. “You noticed some significant lifestyle changes last week, and you will probably continue to find things changing this week.”

“Yeah, I’m really excited,” Austin paused, feeling a word on the tip of his tongue, and then said, “Sir.” That felt right. When he called Dr. Li “Sir,” Austin felt that tingle of pleasure in his body, the knowledge that he had done something correctly.

Dr. Li’s smile widened. “Good boy,” he said in a low voice.

Austin shuddered. It felt good to be praised. “Thank you, Sir.”

In the waiting room, Austin nodded to another one of Dr. Li’s clients, a sullen young guy in a tracksuit who slouched into the hypnotherapist’s office. As they passed each other, Austin watched the guy’s face slacken, falling into trance before he passed the threshold of the office.

Austin went to the workout he felt the need to complete, but when he sat back down in his car, winded, sweaty and red-faced in his compression gear from a hard sprint at the end of his run, he still felt the need to run another errand. After a moment, the thought came to him: he had to go get his food prep at the grocery store. Feeling pleased that Dr. Li had responded to his concerns about his eating habits, Austin pulled out of the parking lot.

Usually, Austin had trouble resisting the allure of buying a fresh muffin or some other sweets while he was grocery shopping, but today the thought of sugary food repelled him. Instead, he found himself drawn to the spice aisle, where he grabbed soy sauce and a selection of various spices he’d never tried before. His mouth watered at the thought of all the vegetables and lean meat he’d be seasoning for his meal prep.

While meal prepping that night, Austin slowly came to the realisation that Dr. Li had apparently replaced Austin’s sweet tooth with a craving for intense spices. The aroma of his cooking had him choking slightly, but he was excited to get used to his new diet. And instead of craving a beer after dinner, Austin found himself sitting down on the couch with Pornhub loaded and an insistent erection in his new yoga pants. Getting off was the best way to get over his breakup, he thought, and started to browse.

While he was watching a video of a jock getting dropped into trance by the school psychologist, Austin realised that he needed to email Dr. Li. Still jacking off with one hand, he grabbed his phone off the coffee table and typed one-handed:

Sir, My workout went well. I hit a new deadlift PR. I’m going to measure myself tomorrow to update you on the size of my muscles. Grocery shopping and meal prep went very well, and I appreciate my new substitute cravings. Austin

When Dr. Li replied, “Very good, you’re making great progress,” Austin came hard. It felt so good to be praised.

Over the next months, Austin’s life continued to get better and better with Dr. Li’s help. Every time he slept and woke up, Austin felt like he was becoming more and more the person he was always meant to be. He was making great progress at the gym and improving his body composition, he loved to show off, and he felt more able to have fun with his friends than ever before.

One night, about a month into working with Dr. Li, Austin was feeling really good about his body. Almost his whole wardrobe had been replaced, his old gym clothes with shorter cuts and compression fabrics, and his work clothes with tailored pieces that hugged his growing body. Halfway through his evening jerk, all Austin could think about was how much he wanted people to see his sexy body. He ripped open his shirt and took a picture looking up his furry abs to his big pecs. He was so happy he’d decided to stop shaving.

He included it in his email to Dr. Li. His body was at least half the result of Dr. Li’s incredible hypnotherapy, so he figured the Doctor deserved to see the fruits of his labour.

It was only when Dr. Li replied, “Are you thinking of posting that online? I think it might be a good idea,” that Austin realised just how much he wanted people to see his sexy body. He stayed up a little late to set up several accounts on different sites where he could show off.

A few days later, Austin’s ex messaged him, but Austin blocked him. Before starting with Dr. Li, he would have been overjoyed to hear from the guy again, but he was too good to be the property of just one man. Most days that he worked out, Austin brought home a guy from the gym to help him satisfy his need to get off. On off days, he might have a few friends over, especially the guy who had referred him to Dr. Li.

Sleep.

…

Wake up.

Austin was a bit surprised when he woke up in a moving car. He was really good at going into trance these days. When he went for his sessions with Dr. Li, he would go into trance while sitting in the waiting room and not wake up until halfway through his workout afterward.

He was sitting in the middle aisle of a minivan. In the seat beside him was his friend, Dr. Li’s other client, while in the back seat sat Terry, the cute twink from Austin’s first session, the sullen guy who had his sessions after Austin’s, and some huge bodybuilder guy in a stringer tank, probably another client.

Dr. Li turned around from his seat in the front. Beside him in the driver’s seat was a big, muscular man. “Good afternoon, boys,” he said, his smooth voice washing over all of them like a wave. “Thank you for agreeing to accompany me today.”

That was right, Austin thought. He would do whatever Dr. Li requested. It didn’t matter if he didn’t remember, Dr. Li wouldn’t have done anything without confirming that Austin wanted to do it.

The van pulled up and parked somewhere. Looking out the window, Austin could see they were in a different city. A few men walked past the van, all in various states of undress, most of them wearing some kind of gear. Austin knew that he wanted people to see his sexy body, because it felt good to show off, but he wasn’t really much of a gearhead. Why should he cover up his body with something like leather when he could just undress and show off his hairy muscles?

Dr. Li looked around at all of them. The driver, too, seemed to be in a light trance now that he had stopped driving. The hypnotist smiled at them. “Well, are you ready, kinky boys?”

Leather Boy Austin shook his head, his last thoughts slipping away. They couldn’t have been very important. Stepping out of the van, he pawed at his fitted shirt. It was soft linen, not nice, solid, warm leather, and he couldn’t stand the feel of it against his skin. He efficiently stripped out of it, nodding to Dr. Li when the doctor passed him his pink leather chaps. It was too bad that a leather boy like him couldn’t wear it all the time. He just didn’t feel right when his furry muscle bod wasn’t coated in sexy leather gear.

As he sternly put on his gear, getting more and more into the leather boy mindset, Austin watched his rubber boy friend and the sullen sneaker boy get into their gear. The twinky pup boy Terry was yapping at the bodybuilder poser boy. Next to the van, Dr. Li was helping the husky pain boy put on his nipple clamps.

When they were all properly undressed, Leather Boy Austin helped Dr. Li herd the other kinky boys out into the street for the festival. The rest dispersed quickly, but Austin kept close to the hypnotist.

“I’m very glad to have you, Austin,” Dr. Li said, his voice once again resonating through Austin’s mind as they walked. “You were desperately in need of freedom from your own inhibitions when you first came to me. It took many sessions before you started to really blossom into the powerful young man I see before me.”

Leather Boy Austin puffed up his chest with pride at how good it felt to be praised. He was too stoic to respond effusively, but he grunted, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh, no need for formality between us now, Austin.” Dr. Li grabbed Austin by the elbow and jerked him around. Austin followed, because Dr. Li always knew what was best for Austin. “In fact, I think it’s time that I properly set you free.” The doctor grabbed Austin’s chin and roughly kissed him.

The kiss triggered all of Austin’s latent memories. He suddenly recalled all the hours of trance with Dr. Li, the careful programming of all his fitness habits, the thought patterns to make him show off and trust his hypnotist. He remembered how Dr. Li had installed the trigger to make him a kinky Leather Boy, but he could also knew that he could be triggered to be a flirty Dumb Boy, and a musky Ass Boy, whenever Dr. Li called him a flirty boy or a musky boy. He could taste the flavour of Dr. Li’s asshole on his tongue, from all the times that he had eaten him out while his triggers were implanted.

Most of all, he remembered loving every second of working with his hypnotist. Like Dr. Li had said at their first session, Austin wanted someone else to be in charge of him. It felt so good to be unknowingly under Dr. Li’s complete control, because he knew Dr. Li would take good care of him.

The sensation of his memories flooding back was so intensely erotic that Austin came into his leather chaps. He bucked into the kiss, tensing his muscles as his body was wracked with pleasure. Dr. Li held firmly onto his jerking body, and a few onlookers whooped and clapped. It felt so good to show off. Austin couldn’t believe that that thought had been implanted so deeply by the hypnotist in their very first session. The thought almost made him cum again.

Dr. Li pulled back from the kiss, and Austin felt two paths open in front of him. He remembered this session, too. These triggers were his own to think, just for himself. He could choose to remember all of the sessions, and he would remain lucid while under hypnosis in the future. He and Dr. Li would be equals from now on. On the other hand, he could lock all the memories away and go back to being unaware of the extent of Dr. Li’s influence over his mind, how the doctor could completely change his personality with a few words.

It was an easy decision.

Leather Boy Austin wasn’t sure how he had cum from a simple kiss from Dr. Li. He could recall that the kiss had been mind-blowing, but what he had been thinking about while they had kissed was hazy. Hopefully, the orgasm wouldn’t affect his performance at the orgy later.

“Thank you, Sir,” Leather Boy Austin grunted, smoothing his mussed hair back into place.

Dr. Li grinned at him in that slightly unsettling way of his. “You are a very good subject, Austin,” he murmured.

It was a beautiful arabic looking man, wearing a black sheep skin leather jacket. His hair looked so good, and even though I am straight, I couldnt look away. Then, his eyes met mine, those beautiful brown eyes. He smirked, and my legs started shaking. I had never felt anything like this before.

As soon as I got close enough, I smelled it. His delicious scent, clouding my thoughts and my mind. Intoxicated, I felt my power fade away. My whole body was longing for this man, but how. I tried to shake it off, but once he was right next to me, I lost control.

I stopped right in the middle of a street, looking after that man, who didnt even bother to glance back at me. Every fiber of my body wanted to run after him, undress him on the spot and fuck him. He turned into back alley, a shortcut I assumed, and I couldnt help myself but walk right after him.

Once I entered the vacant alley way, I saw him, casually leaning against the cold brick wall. "You made it." He grinned, his tender voice sending shivers down my spine. I couldnt think straight, I tried to say something, anything, but all I did was nod.

I walked right up to him, and the smell began to invade my mind again. Closing my eyes, I tried to pull away, but my body didnt follow my orders anymore. "Do you like it?" His deep, smooth voice ringing in my ears. "It doesnt work on just anyone." He placed a hand at my neck, the feeling of him touching me making me hard.

I let out a long, suffering moan, causing him to chuckle. "Thats right. Good boy." The man traced my lips with his thumbs, a sensational feeling. But then it hit me. I wasnt supposed to be here, with this stranger, and feeling the things Im feeling. I opened my eyes, and met his burning gace once more.

"Youre special." He said calmly, and it felt like his eyes started spinning. Everything went numb, my body at the brinck of a collapse. I tried to get away, one last chance. Escape him, whatever hes doing to me, to stop him. But instead, he kept me close to him, pulling my head against his firm chest.

(Written for @the-natwolf)

It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling pretty exhausted and wanting nothing more than to laze about for last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he found himself collapsing on his bed with a drink in hand before pulling out his phone and scrolling through some of his socials.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he scrolled through the various posts, some being of his friends, some being adverts, others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling was seeing huge manly men showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man who could blame him after all. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.

“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself has he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and manly. It made sense though. After all Nat was 26 now, standing at 5’7 and had a pretty lean average build. Wasn’t really that hairy at all either. Sure he didn’t hate his body at all, he was content with what he had, but when there were guys his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not be at least a little envious of them.

He took his another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram, Ched Uzor! He was a massive dude, super tall and very muscular with dashing good looks would make the smaller man swoon every time. Or almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before.

As it happened Ched was an online coach that people could hire to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he had a lot of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There was even a few where he was stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts which really drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs, not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s arms looked the same size as one of Nat’s legs!

He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There was of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up and that was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off when he wasn’t expecting it but not in a bad way. He found it being quite the turn on actually!

Eventually he’d begun to loose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at his man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:

*Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can tell you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to to make that possible for you?*

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he began to hesitate. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. That this wasn’t some sort of weird scam or virus and that he should trust whatever this service is… and so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply said:

*Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information…*

Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.

*Preparation complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0%*

Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.

His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. Before long his hands had turned a deep ebony in colour. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when the darker colour started to spread further up his arms! He tossed his phone onto the bed in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…

Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms were no longer white at all!

“Woah… what the hell is going on! My arms? They’re black now!” Nat blurted out, not even sure if he believed it himself but it was true. He inspected them for a moment, twisting and turning his arms to check them from every angle. Yep they definitely weren’t white anymore.

*Physical Transfer…10%… Increasing arm muscle mass…*

Nat was taken aback and a warm tingle coursing through his hands. It took a moment or two to kick in but suddenly his small hands began to expand! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or were in the gym quite often. He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt the same warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began exploding with muscle!

His forearms were first, pumping up rather aggressively as his biceps and triceps quickly followed suit, growing to seemingly no end. Due to this Nat’s baggy t-shirt began to grow tighter around the arms. With the ridiculous rate his arms were bulking up at, It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt very nicely to the point where fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps a little. Thick veins began to make pop and make themselves known as bloat bigger with muscle until his sleeves were forced to rip ever so slightly to relieve the pressure. That same faint ripping sound could be heard again as his shoulders followed the same example, growing into massive boulders of muscle that made his torso look wider already. The growth only continued until his arms finally reached their full enormous size.

*Physical Transfer… 25%… Darkening skin tone*

Saying Nat was bewildered would be on understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the bed. The sleeves on his t-shirt were strained to their absolute limit around his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym.

“Wow! This feels amazing!” Nat stated with glee as tossed up an arm and flexed it. Just that one flex was more than enough to make the corresponding sleeve give into the muscle and start splitting open over his bicep which only dazzled Nat further. “No way! I can’t believe I ripped my sleeve just by flexing!”

Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place of his much smaller pale body.

Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. His chest, stomach, back and traps had all adopted that same rich ebony skin tone his arms now proudly adorned.

*Physical transfer… 40%… Increasing height and torso muscle mass*

After what had just gone down with his arms, he had a good idea as to what was going to happen after that warm tingle subsided. And naturally his assumption came to pass. Without warning his chest jolted forwards as new muscle eagerly began to form. What was once a relatively flat chest with non-existent pecs began to pulse and grow. With every breath nat took, thick muscle pushed out further and further from what looked like years worth of bench pressing and push-ups, straining his ever-tightening t-shirt even more. The pulsing refused to stop until he had a hefty pair of muscle tits tipped with sensitive nipples.

While that was happening, he found himself growing wider and wider by the second as his back started to broaden excessively until another rip formed across the spine of his shirt, threatening to split it, simply unable to contain so much man.

Nat’s eyes began flickering and rolling with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. So overwhelmed by the changes but at the same time… he didn’t want it stop. Even smiling a little as his traps began to bulge. But it didn’t end there. It seemed that even as all this muscle was growing, his height had been increasing slightly as well! His arms had grown slightly longer, forcing a few more pops from his already very tight sleeves, while his torso was extending from it’s former 5’7 stature extended up to 5’11. The sudden spurt in height forced him up higher into the air and almost threw Nat completely off balance for a second as his shirt rode up enough to give a clear view of his stomach undergoing its own change. What started out as a small belly soon sucked in to become a flat stomach but not for long as it heaves at the sensation of a thick set of abs pushing their way out for the world to see.

*Physical Transfer… 55%… Darkening skin tone*

It seemed the changes had slowed down around his neck for now but they continued to venture downwards rather enthusiastically. Naturally the first things on his lower body to be fully swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the changes and only wanted more!

*Physical Transfer… 60%… Increasing glutes and genital mass*

The back of his jeans started to undergo the same treatment as his shirt, growing tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively. It pumping itself up with more and more muscle until his jeans were forced to split at seams right down the back. With that he now adorned two thick globes that put his former ass to completely shame. But there was still much more to come as Nat’s attention was pulled from his jock butt to focus on his crotch, rubbing a large hand over it as he felt the change begin.

His already hard black cock started bulge as it pumped itself bigger and bigger. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious new girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan as his balls suddenly grew huge and fat without warning. His bulge refused to stop growing until his cock and balls were giant enough to forced the top button of his jeans to pop off.

*Physical Transfer… 70%… Darkening skin tone*

As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken many shades in tone before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come.

*Physical Transfer… 80%… Increasing leg muscle mass*

Moments later there was a warmth traveling down his legs and what followed was even more hard earned muscle starting to pack itself onto Nat’s frame. Thighs thickening to frighteningly large watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of footballs. During which Nat could feel his jeans growing tighter and more constraining by the second as they struggled to contain his burgeoning legs. They grew more uncomfortable by the second as he’d long outgrew the jeans but they just refused to give in to all the new mass. It was only when Nat’s legs finally reached their full size did the seams begin to tear along his thighs to relieve the pressure at last.

But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all that muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well, pushing him even taller like before. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4 giving Nat the growth spurt of his life and once again throwing him off balance. So much so that he almost fell backwards onto the bed again.

By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They’d definitely seen better days with the rips along the ass and thigh portions as they now rode up his legs a little thanks to Nat’s increased height.

He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation was waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with new size. They started to go up shoe sizes one after another and naturally this made Nat’s shoes feel tighter and tighter like the rest of his clothes so far. His feet slowly starting to feel cramped in the new undersized shoes and the sounds of groaning leather being pushed to its limit filled the room. The laces on the, finally start to snap as two pair of black toes finally push themselves out through the front. Nat watched on in awe as his big black feet continued to spill out, being free of his shoes at last. It was like something you’d see from the Incredible Hulk!

With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were. Even stomping them on the floor a little with a chuckle as if to test them.

*Physical Transfer… 90%… Altering neck, voice, head and facial features*

Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin began to resume spreading up over his neck and towards his head. The tingly pulse danced around his neck for a moment before forcing it to bulge bigger with muscle. With it his voice box began shifting slighting and readjusting. It could be heard via the way his moans cracked and deepened to give him a more intimidating baritone voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. And to top it all off his natural accent shifted from an American one to English while automatically adopting an entirely new speech pattern!

It was a little slower than the rest of the body had changed but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s former pale skin as every inch of him was now rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the features to catch up!

That warm wave of tingly pleasure returned for the last time, washing over his head as the final changes began. Nat’s more typically white features began to shift in favour of a more African look. His lips swelling larger and fuller to the point where anyone would be lucky to kiss them. His nose grows bigger and broader until it’s too large for his glasses, causing them to now balance rather awkwardly on his face. With a deep groan his jaw begins to crack and widen, becoming harder and sharper than before. After that it seemed Nat’s smooth face wouldn’t be remaining smooth for long as a pricking sensation broke out across it. It started with a light layer of stubble but as the hairs grow thicker it wasn’t longer before he was sporting a full beard!

“H-have I… got a… beard?!” Nat managed to grunt out in the middle of all the changes. He brought a hand up to feel it and as he did, his entire body shivered with delight. He”d never been able to grow a proper one before so feeling it on his face now was like a dream come true! The texture of it didn’t quite feel like his normal hair but… oh well. He had a beard now!

The remaining roundness of his face was gradually being replaced by a more masculine squarish look. That along with Nat’s jittering and the increased size of his head overall caused his glasses to tumblr off his face at last. But it was no problem as his formerly green eyes shifted to a deep brown, restoring their proper vision in the process.

At last Nat’s eyebrows thicken slightly before the last change is at hand. His messy hair slowly starts to recede back again as the texture begins to change. It was almost as if the hairs were beginning to shrivel up as they grew darker until at last it finished pulling up into a short bristly hairdo with hair that matched that of his new beard.

*Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed!*

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different from the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features like his lips and nose to even the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason.

After giving his new face a good feel, Nat knew he couldn’t keep his hands away from the rest of his body for long. Soon enough his large hands were wandering across his pecs, loving the way they were pressed against his now skin tight shirt. Then as he wandered lower he found himself tracing over his abs, something he never thought he’d seen on himself until now. After that he just had to stop for a moment to squeeze his biceps. They just looked so enormous and powerful, how could he not!?

All the touching had really started to get Nat worked up to the point where his bulge was growing even further. His already semi-erect cock grew up to its full size at last as he heard another faint ripping sound, likely his underwear. He gave it a quick rub through the tight fabric as he admired his massive legs below before looking over his shoulder to get another peek at his ass. It looked so big and meaty…

As he looked at his ass he couldn’t help but notice that huge rip down the back of his jeans again. God everything was far too small for him now. This tiny shirt that was clinging to him for dear life, these jeans that were ripping at the seams, and of course his shoes that his giant new feet had blown apart. “Woah… I really am like the hulk huh?” Nat mumbled with a cocky grin before flexing again. “Fuck I’ve got to get a proper view of what I look like!”

Nat soon found himself waddling and stumbling towards the bathroom. Partially due to how restrictive his jeans were and partially due to he wasn’t used to his new height and centre of gravity yet. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any black hunk, it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor!

Unbeknownst to Nat however, back in his bedroom, the strange pop up on his phone had jumped to a new screen…

*Would you like to continue to the second stage of your transfer “Mental” or are you content with the first stage only?*

Of course Nat was far too distracted by the face of Ched Uzor staring back at him in the bathroom, to have any clue that this notification had popped up. Unfortunately for him however, it also had a timeout feature where it would automatically progress to the next phase if an answer wasn’t selected within 2 minutes.

*Due to lack of interaction, we are going to take the liberty of progressing you to the next stage… Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information…*

Being blissfully unaware to this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to know what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he’d had always felt like the short dude in the crowd but now that he was 6’4 things were gonna to be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor seemed to be so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny compared to before. It was mad but he could certainly get used to it.

*Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0%*

Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in desperatly trying to stretch over his new godly form. So much so that he didn’t even want to take them off yet. He wanted to see just how long his former clothes could last without tearing themselves apart. Naturally at took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a good squeeze through his shirt before pinching at his seemingly dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck or have fuck him with a body like this.

“Mmm I wonder if I could bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. There was some kind of jolt in his brain and suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. Of course he can! He’s been able to bounce them like that for years now right!?

*Mental Transfer… 10%*

Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention by caressing them a fair bit before moving onto his arms. To say they were unreal was an understatement. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating. But tried to be as careful as possible not to rip his shirt any further just yet with all his newfound strength.

“Ughhh yeah… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. Getting so drunk on how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size!

*Mental Transfer… 25%*

Running his hand along the crotch of what felt like extreme skinny jeans now, he could already tell that the tip of his excited cock was peeking out one of the leg holes in his underwear. “Fuuuuck it feels so big and fat…” He grunted

He was however able to pull away from his dick for just a moment if to just give a quick twirl in the mirror. Doing so he was fast to notice how that huge rip down the back of his jeans and underwear gave the perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Nat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about babyyyy!” He smirked.

But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Nat was willing enough to give it. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before digging a hand into his underwear and gripping his hard member. It took him a moment or two to fish it out but when he did Nat was nothing short of breathless at the monster he now owned.

“I guess what they say about black dudes is true huh?” Nat stated as he waved his fat cock around a little bit in wonder before another tiny jolt hit him. “Still can’t believe I was blessed enough to be born with a baby maker like this.”

*Mental Transfer… 50%*

Nat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped. Starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head in place of a new one. His intelligence dropping a fair margin in the process from the IQ of a relatively bright guy to the level of a blissfully dumb jock.

Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand, before pumping it slowly. For some reason he felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer.

He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!

*Mental Transfer… 80%*

As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Simply just enjoying the feeling as his hand wandered inside the rip of jeans to cop a real feel of them cheeks. That is until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed the hole, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before not to mention his hole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.

“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Nat moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.

*Mental Transfer… 90%*

Nat began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror. Between the pecs bouncing and the rapid arm movement, his shirt ripped even more along the sleeve and down the middle though honestly it was a miracle it hadn’t fully torn off yet.

As he flexed his muscles some more while pumping his cock, Nat couldn’t help but notice how his body seemed so hypnotising for some reason. It was baffling as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t really bother questioning it as he could feel his fat bull balls already starting to swell. They were getting ready to shoot while his fuck stick grew more and more sensitive by the second…

Soon enough that pleasure began to peak. Nat began flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “Holy… FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKkkkkk…” Nat moaned heartily as his monster sized black cock shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror, giving it a sticky coating of delicious man milk.

*Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error…*

The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the metre seemed to be stuck on 98% for some reason or another. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without ever having shown the 100%.

*Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day.*

The strange pop up stated before disappearing without a trace and returning the phone to Ched’s Instagram page, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.

Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and… “What the hell am I wearing bruv?” He wondered out loud as he looked down at the insanely tight clothes. A t-shirt that was nearly in tatters, jeans that were evidently far too small for him and even the remains of brown shoes attached to his feet. “What the actual fuck man!” He shouted in frustration.

He closed his eyes and racked his brain for moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. His name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place. Though it still didn’t explain these clothes.

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Ched took the opportunity to finally put these clothes out of their misery starting with his shirt. Taking hole of it with both hands before ripping it open like superman and revealing his large chest. After which his did the same to his jeans. A slightly harder task due to the tougher material but they still submitted to strength, as he knew they would, as he tore them off himself with the underwear following suit. All until last but not least he kicked off the shoe remains and with that he was stood in his feel, hunky glory at last

And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched swiped up a towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. After all, he knew how thirsty some of his followers were!

Funnily enough when he later went to look for some new clothes to put on, he found them all way too small. It didn’t make any sense. Why the hell would he have bought himself clothes that don’t fit. Did he bring the wrong clothes with him when he left home?

Ched tried on a couple shirts and jumpers. All far too small. Same with the shorts, trousers and just about everything else. The only possible thing that he could think of was maybe they were that Nat guy’s clothes instead. He was a small dude after all and he’d brought a suitcase round when he came to stay for house sitting. Maybe Ched had picked up Nat’s suitcase of clothes rather than his own… it was only thing that made sense right?

Oh well. He supposed he’d have to order himself some new clothes tonight to wear during his stay. Though strangely enough he couldn’t help but enjoy the idea of wearing clothes too small for him. So much so that he ended up getting some of what he assumed were Nat’s clothes back out and started pulling them on. He let out a dumb laugh as he struggled to pull the tiny clothes of his massive build and even ruining many of them in the process. It felt kind of perverted as he kept going to the mirror to check himself out again, twitching each new set of undersized clothes he managed to squeeze himself but he just couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t long before his cock was perking back up again and Ched found himself finishing his evening by laying down on his bed in a tight shirt, shorts and socks that looked more like ankle socks on him. Loving the tight constraining clothes so much that he busted another load all over them before finally drifting off to sleep at last.

———

- 4 Months Later -

Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place and weirdly he got the sense that the smaller man felt the same.

Surprisingly enough Nat ended up asking Ched for a photo and of course the larger man was more than happy to do so. But after that he even offered Nat the change to feel his huge muscles. He had no idea why he did it exactly but he rationalised it as him feeling bad for ruining half of Nat’s clothes. Due to this Nat had admitted that he’d been wearing some of Ched’s clothes while he’d been staying but of course he left out the part where he felt so turned on by getting swamped in the bigger man’s clothes that he’d came in them multiple times. It seemed they were more alike than they’d ever know.

Regardless Nat took plenty of pleasure in groping the bigger man’s muscles. Running his hands along Ched’s massive biceps before giving them a good squeeze. If anything he might’ve enjoyed it just a little too much if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. Once Ched had given him his fill however, he thanked Nat before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.

Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there was a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…

For example he still hadn’t gotten over this fascination with his own body. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he had no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscle while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and has no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.

You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either, like he was proper eyeing them up. His eyes being drawing to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why did he feel like this now!?

Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…

Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give a go and ask him to see what happens?

Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor!

In my defense, what happened was a complete accident and none of it was planned. Also, I didn’t think magic spells would actually work. Now I might have a man’s life in my hands…

You see, the other day I was scrolling through Instagram when this fine ass man came up on my explore page. 

He was hot! And at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel like I had seen him somewhere before. He looked vaguely familiar. 

“Jason Ruiz Jr.”

Even his name sounded familiar. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it at the time. 

That is, until I went to the gym not too long ago and I saw Jason there. He was in the locker room bathroom, flexing for the camera. 

I hid in the far end of the locker room before Jason could spot me freaking out at the sight of him. I finally remembered where I had seen him before. He was one of the personal trainers that worked at my local gym, and I used to be one of his clients about two years ago. In an attempt to stick to a New Year’s resolution I had, I hired Jason to help me get fit. 

That didn’t last very long. I quit after a week. Though I never really formally quit, I just stopped showing up at the gym. He had my phone number and did try reaching out to me several times, but I just ignored all of his messages until he just stopped trying altogether. I stayed away from the gym for a while, and I only came back after I figured out Jason’s work schedule. I feel like it’d be too awkward if I ran into him, after ghosting him for so long.

“That was close,” I whispered to myself as I sat down on a bench. That was actually the first time I had seen Jason since I quit two years ago. I wasn’t expecting to see him, he’s usually scheduled for the evenings. 

I thought about just leaving and coming back another day, but I figured that after two years, it should be fine by now. And even if it wasn’t, I could just go to a corner of this massive gym and avoid bumping into Jason.

“Yeah, that’s what we’ll do,” I said as I opened a spare locker to put my drawstring bag in. I took out my bottle from it and took a sip. I immediately spit it back out when I realized it wasn’t Gatorade inside. Fuck! I accidently grabbed the wrong bottle! I grabbed one of my Mom’s bottles filled with God knows what! My Mom has been pretty into witchcraft lately. I thought she agreed she would only use the glass bottles for her “magical potions” or whatever she called them. Now she’s using my personal bottles again… 

I stood up, ready to throw out whatever concoction was inside my bottle and replace it with water. 

“Hey, aren’t you-”

I rounded the corner and bumped into someone, that someone being Jason no less. I couldn’t catch myself in time and accidently spilled the bottle’s contents onto Jason. He got covered in that glittery substance. 

“Bro what the fuck? What is… What is……”

I could see Jason’s eyes daze out of focus. He started acting loopy. He was leaning back and forth as if he was about to fall. His face suddenly looked very tired too. The glitter on his body kept glimmering in the light all the while this was happening.

“Dude are you okay?” I asked him. I could see him open his mouth, but it looked like just doing that was taking a lot out of Jason. I saw his facial muscles hard at work just to open his mouth. 

“We…ird…. I, I… fee…. feel… weird…” Jason said with very spaced out syllables. It took me a while to figure out what he said. 

“Man pull yourself together and talk normally, I can’t understand you!”

Suddenly, Jason stood up straight. His eyes were still dilated, but now they seem focused. 

“Yes Sir.” 

That’s all he said. He stood perfectly still, not even moving another inch. I got closer to him, but no visible reaction. It was honestly kinda freaking me out. 

I went back and grabbed a white towel out of my bag.

“Here, you can use this to wipe that stuff off your face,” I offered Jason the towel.

“Yes Sir.” He took the towel and wiped his face with it. He called me “sir” again. Something was off. 

“Jason, do 10 jumping jacks.” 

“Yes Sir.” 

He then proceeded to do 10 jumping jacks right then and there, just like I had commanded him to do. 

“Goddamnit, it must have been that stupid glittery spell.” I muttered to myself. I don’t know what I did, but Jason was under my control now! 

All of this happened yesterday. Not knowing what to do, I decided to take Jason back to my house. He’s still in a trance, and he won’t do anything unless I tell him to (including the bathroom…) 

At first, it was weird, having Jason as my personal servant. But I quickly got used to it when I realized everything Jason could do.

“Jason? Come here,” 

“Yes Sir.”

He hurried over to the living room where I was. He’s so cute, always on top of things. He stood there in front of me, glitter shining as bright as always.

I admired him for a while before issuing my next command. 

“Jason, go make me an iced coffee. Then come back and give me a back rub.”

“Yes Sir.” 

He turned around and began making his way to the kitchen.

“Wait, come back.”

“Yes Sir.” 

He promptly returned to me. I reached out and grabbed his shirt to double check something. 

“Take this off first.”

“Yes Sir.” he took it off, and now was standing shirtless and glittered up in front of me. I loved that this was all mine now. Then, an idea came to me.

“Actually… Jason, give me a back rub first.” I flipped over onto my stomach on the couch. “Take off my clothes before you massage me.”

I could feel Jason put his hands on my lower back. He began massaging, and soon put his hands on my sweats and slowly took them off.

“Jason? Take your time with my ass, I’m really sore down there.”

Me and my husband were married for a year. But I think our marriage was falling apart. Our Sex life was a mess. As a wife, I tried everything to make him happy but he was never able to understand me nor my body. I was always left unsatisfied.

Today was our anniversary, I made a special dinner for us. He came home late at night. I opened the door to see him in his office wear.

He came inside and just thrown himself on the couch.

I told him " Honey, I made a special dinner for us today".

"Ok Thanks, Sweetheart?" He replied.

"Freshen up fast , We can have some fun time later," I said seductively.

"Not today babe, I am tired ," He replied

My heart sank.

"Ok fine," I said furiously and went into the kitchen.

I was really in the mood today. I wished if he could know to understand me and my needs. Get to know what I feel.

I didn't know, my wish would be granted literally as I said. Within a blink, I was transported to the living room on the couch. Somehow I felt different. I felt hot. I was wearing my husband's shirt and trousers. I felt a bread on my face. Fuck I am in a man's body and to my husband's. I knew my husband was hot and muscular. But I was feeling all this from his perspective today. I was taller than my old body. Plus this tight shirt and trousers are making me hornier. Smelling all those sweat and musk from all-day work made my dick tent in those pants. I wonder how does he carrkes his huge fuck stick everyday.

I unbutton his shirt and pulled out his tie. My horniness made me touch his hairy chest and nipples.

"Ahhh...ahhh.. Fuck yeah, those nipples are so sensitive" I moaned squeezing my pecs. I feel that dick wetting with his delicious cum. This body is so arousing and horny I can't wait to get it off my pants. No wonder men are always horny all the times.

I removed the buttons on my trouser. I saw the dick which I always loved to worship. But today from this angle is a whole new experience. Stroking it few times it released a stream of precum. I scoop it with my hand bring it to my lips. Yes, the taste is good as before. Rubbing the excess on my hairy chest.

My old body came in. Maybe it's my husband in my body. But she acted like my old self. I guess she has on idea of the swap. I can see she was excited looking at the mess I made. Taking the advantage, I asked seductively "Want an Anniversary Gift!"

She came closer and fell to her knees and removed my trunks. I could feel it, my dick was already rock hard. God, she looked so hot in my old body. She started on the tip of my dick. She swirled her tongue around it a little. She almost immediately started to massage my balls vigorously. She then took on my whole dick, deep throating it. I could feel it, I was gonna cum. My balls were urging for it to come out. I moaned, it felt so good. I grunted a little as it started, and I cummed inside her mouth. She pulled away, and swallowed, then smiled. She was rubbing my dick with her hands. Then, she was on her hands and knees. My dick was throbbing and I was excited. I slowly slid into her pussy and she squeaked quietly. I began to trust myself. Faster and faster, I wasn't controlling myself, and she bounced and bounced, moaning and moaning until she screamed. Then my cum splurged out just thinking about it. This was by far the best orgasm I got from our sex life.

Wow, it does feel great to be a man. I feel so powerful and dominating in this body. Now i now why he spent so much time in the gym. Workout is so much more fun when you have a greek god mascular male body.

I hope my husband is doing well in my body. I guess we are doing great since the swap. We understand each other way better than before. My new sex life was awesome which also helped our relationship as a couple.

"Sleep" I Commanded

I have been slipping a few hypnotizing soundtracks in my step brother's work out playlist. As our parents were out of the weekend. I decided to try it.

He was in my trance now. He was drenched in sweat by his workout earlier.

"You will do everything I say" I Commanded. He said "yes".

"Now remove your shorts"

Still in trance and with blank expressions he removed his shorts

Well, it was as I expected hung and hairy.

"Now imagine me as your girlfriend and you are horny as fuck"

He expression changed, he was now lusting for me.

Now his erected dick was pointing at me. Moving closer to kiss his dick head and balls. His musk was so erotic was drooling.

"Enjoy this" I said.

I took this whole shaft in my mouth. Licking it like a candy. He was moaning with his grunty voice with me bobbing up and down. His hand on back of my head.

"Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhhh suckkk thattt"

Tension was building up.

"Ohhhhh" "AHHHHHHAAAHHHHHH"

I'M SO CLOSE

Finally, he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every last bit. It was sweet as Hell.

Wow, I wanted to do that since forever

"Now pull it up and get back to your workout."

With that, He up pulled up his shorts and woke up from the trance. He looks bit confused now and his dick still erect from my doing.

Night will be more fun. Can't wait to try all my fantasies with you.

Alright.

I’ll be the first one to admit that maybe I shouldn’t have been fucking around on the dark web. But what I can say, I was bored. And besides, most of the things I’ve found on there haven’t been that serious. Jump scares, scam ads, shitty mobile games, and even the occasional doxing blackmail that turn out to be nothing but empty threats. So I figured this “Body Lottery” app wasn’t going to be any different. 

It was late at night when I found the app while scrolling through the dark web. I didn’t recognize it, it must had been recently added. I clicked on the app info, which read: “New body, new you! Just fill out some basic info and get ready for a brand new life!”

I thought it was fake. After all, body switching only happened in movies or in books. Fantasy stuff. But I decided it couldn’t hurt to try it out for shits and giggles. I downloaded the APK file onto my phone and started it up. It took a minute to load, but when it did I was greeted with a “Welcome!” message, followed by a long text box that I didn’t bother reading. I clicked “I agree to the Terms of Service” and proceeded to the next screen, which asked for some info from me. Although really all it asked for was my name (I just put a fake name), my birthdate (I randomly hit some numbers), and my preferences. The preferences were just two questions, what gender and age range you wanted. I filled in male and early 20′s for my preferences, and hit submit. 

It asked if I was sure, and I hit yes and submitted my info. A confetti effect appeared on my phone and said I was successfully entered into the lottery. It laid the next steps, which read: “Go to sleep, and be ready for a new you!” 

It was pretty anticlimactic to be honest. But whatever, the damage was done and I just had to wait for this magical switch to happen. I scrolled my Twitter timeline for a bit before I couldn’t stay awake anymore and fell dead asleep. 

***

I slept so good that night. I felt so refreshed when I woke up from the sunlight hitting my face. That feeling of total relaxation didn’t last long however. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom I was in and quickly realized it was not my room. I saw a wall of shoes and a neatly organized rack of clothes, all of which weren’t mine.

I sat up in the bed in a panic. I was alone in the room. I was freaking out, but then I figured it was probably just a prank by my friends.

“Alright guys, you can come out-”

I stopped mid sentence when I heard my voice. It was lower than I remember it. I reached out to touch my neck, and I felt stubble brush against my hand. I touched my face and felt a beard growing in. But I had just shaved! This was not me!

I jumped out of the bed and saw that I was fully clothed. There was a phone and a wallet I didn’t recognize on the floor. I picked up the wallet and pulled out the ID in it. It belonged to some guy named Fernando Castillo. I grabbed the phone and unlocked it with the face ID.

“Not a good sign,” I said out loud. 

I opened the camera in selfie mode and saw Fernando’s face on the phone. I looked between the ID photo and the face on the camera. No matter how many times I checked there was no doubt about it, I was now Fernando Castillo. 

I noticed a mirror on the wall and walked up to it. I still had the phone on in my hand. I switched to the outer camera and took a mirror photo of me.

Damn… this guy was hot. Err, rather, I was hot I guess? I’m Fernando now. 

I felt around my new body with my free hand. I lifted the shirt and saw my chest. I couldn’t help it, I had to take more pics. 

This guy was pretty lean, not totally shredded but still fit. He didn’t have too much body hair but he had a treasure trail. Just the way I like them. 

I took off the shirt and jacket and started feeling all over my new body. I loved it. Every touch felt brand new as I explored my new body. This guy had thick thighs and a nice ass too. 

I remembered the mirror, and suddenly had an idea. I adjusted where the mirror was pointing and leaned forward onto the bed. I grabbed the phone and took more pics. 

Damn… I’d fuck. 

My new dick started getting hard. I grabbed it through my jeans and rubbed it, letting out a moan as I did so. I couldn’t take it. I unzipped my jeans and my dick sprang right out. Fernando’s dick was longer than my own, and uncut too. I grabbed his dick and started jerking off. It felt so good, every stroke felt like pure ecstasy. 

“This is so wrong… but it feels so good…!”

I took off my jeans and shoes as fast as I could and kept stroking my new dick. I licked my fingers and started fingering my hole too. It was tight, and I could feel the hair as I slipped in my middle finger. I didn’t know if anyone else was in the house but I didn’t care, I moaned loud and hard. 

I was close. I wanted to edge but I was lost in the moment. I slipped in another finger in my ass, my strokes got faster and I felt the pleasure spread all over my body as I shot warm loads of cum all over the bed and floor.

My face felt warm. I was gasping for breath. My dick was still leaking out cum onto my legs. It was so much… no doubt the real Fernando hadn’t gotten off in a while. I had so much fun, I almost didn’t want to leave my new body. But I had to. I had to get back to my real body. 

I grabbed the phone and opened an incognito tab. I’m sure the app could bring me back if I tried. You know, that one app….. What was it called again?

I stared at my phone as I tried to remember the name, but I drew a blank. Damn it! Was the name of that… that… Was I looking for again? I felt like it had something to do with my phone, but I couldn’t remember what.

For some reason, I felt myself getting worried. I’m not sure why though. I felt like I had to go back… somewhere. I think I had to “become” someone else? No, that couldn’t be right. You can’t become someone else, that’s just fiction. I’m Fernando Castillo. Always have been, always will be. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to download something on my phone. It was no use, I couldn’t remember. 

I felt some cum run off my leg onto my bed sheets. I just jerked off, but I was still horny. Oh wait, maybe I wanted to download Grindr. Yeah, I wanna get fucked tonight. 

I went to download Grindr, and as I waited for it download, I took one last pic.