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Randy was quietly at home when suddenly he heard a knock at his door, without having the slightest idea of who it could be he got up to find out.

-Hello?" he said as he opened the door, but to his surprise there was nobody there. He felt a strange sensation and just before closing the door he looked at the floor and saw a package.

- “What could this be?”, but just as he picked it up he began to feel a strange sensation, something whispering to him to take that package inside his house, to which under that effect he took it inside.

He sat down on the sofa and opened it, there were three pictures of three people with majestic bodies.

Each one of them made him feel a strange but comforting sensation, but the one he felt that connection with the most was the brown-skinned man, who in a way he felt that he had a connection and similarity with him, checking the back he realized that the guy was a certain Brandon.

Without thinking he hung them on the walls, something was whispering to him what to do and he obediently followed those orders.

After that strange moment he continued with his daily routine, who was just going straight to the gym when the package happened, so he took his things and left, it seemed that nothing strange would happen after that, only that Brandon's painting began to produce a certain smell along with a not so visible haze.

Hours later Randy came back from the gym, he was tired of a productive day and he thought about spending a quiet night at home, but without knowing that his plans would change.

He entered his house and when he closed the door his nose perceived the smell that the painting had produced, Randy at the moment of realizing it began to feel dizzy but at the same time warm because it was not an ugly smell, rather something that gave him pleasure.

* “Come to me” whispered a voice directing him to Brandon's painting, each time he got closer he felt hornier, he was blinded by the sensation.

Already in front of the painting, he observed Brandon's majestic body, he longed for it so much and suddenly from the painting began to come out a green mist which was shooting straight to Randy's mouth and nose, he somehow realized what was happening, he wanted to fight, but the trance was too powerful, it had him dominated and forced him to accept all that greenish mist around him, after seeing that fighting was useless he accepted his destiny and began to feel hot when he felt it passing through his throat, filling his body.

As Randy accepted Brandon inside him, all the mist that the painting had produced moments before he would enter his house began to hover over his head and into his ears, the moment was so chaotic but at the same time so hot that Randy could never forget it, or maybe he could?

The last of the greenish mist had entered Randy's mouth to which he closed it along with his eyes, a silence filled the house as he stood still and quiet, suddenly he popped his neck and opened his eyes.

*Burrrrp!* as a bit of greenish mist came out of his mouth.

Randy didn't remember what had happened and was confused, he turned his gaze to the painting and saw that it was now empty and it was the moment where he would no longer be in control.

His body began to mold into a new one, his pecs were starting to grow, along with his biceps, thighs, legs and buttocks, abs were contorting giving way to new, defined abs.

The body began to grow helping her new changes look good as a whole.

Randy was already on the floor, he felt hot, confused without knowing what would happen to him and suddenly his face began to change, he was molding into a new one, but his changes were perfect because Brandon's face began to Manfertarse, he always knew that Randy would be the perfect victim for having those certain resemblances with him, he knew he was the chosen one and he was right because his facial features matched perfectly.

On the floor was no longer Randy, now it was Brandon in control of a new body, many years ago he had been trapped in those paintings with his 2 friends, he spent a long time locked up there and with the help of a person he had the opportunity to get to Randy's house and carry out his plan.

~ "Oh how good it feels to be in a physical body again *burrrrrrrrp*,

Don't worry my friends, very soon I will find the perfect victims for you, you will just have to wait for me to take my time to get used to this new body". He said as he flexed his pecs.

~ " and you Randy, my friend, you don't know what an honor this must be for you, you are now part of one of the greats hehehe, inside me you will always be horny and comfortable always and just the same you may be very useful to me very soon, but I will let you feel the glory for a long time, just let me add a little more facial hair while I flex some more".

This is my gym crush:

He's quite obviously straight so there's no hope for me but I still enjoy watching him and fantasizing. I mean, I'd pretty sure no gay guy who cared that much about his appearance would wear those shoes, right?

For several months during my gym visits we'd see each other, though I'm not sure if he even knew that I existed. We had our routines and I'd miss him on the days when he didn't come at 'our' usual time. Then I spotted something on Grindr. It was just a headless torso but I knew it was him! My heart fluttered. Could this be true? Was it just a catfish? I clicked into his profile and then my heart sank once again as I read his profile and realized I stood no chance with him: "FTM only".

A few days later though, I was in the gym doing my usual thing and I saw him coming in my direction. I pretended not to see him but then he came right up to the machine I was using. Inside, I panicked. Was I doing something wrong? Did I have something on my face? All these questions ran through my head.

"How many sets do you have left?" he asked in his deep, smooth voice.

In a slight panic, I quickly replied "Just finished!" and started to get up and grab my towel. Then he laid one of his meaty hands on my shoulder and pushed me back into the seat.

"No rush." He looked at me and a wry smile appeared. Silence reigned for a few seconds before he sparked up a conversation. "I've seen you watching me, you know. You're not as subtle as you think." I must have gone bright red at this point. "And I've seen you keep looking at my Grindr profile." So it was him! He left the silence a little longer. "You're not my type, but if you could be, would you?"

Seeing him up close next to me, his veins bulging all over his shoulders, his tshirt sticking to his skin, a heady mix of deoderant and musk wafting in my direction - I must have lost my mind. I nodded gently. "Great, let's get out of here."

Long story short: His regular long-term guy at the time had some commitment issues and was not putting out, but he was still totally fixated on him and wanted more. And when he wanted something, he got it. And so, I could be with him if I swapped bodies with this other dude and that dude could be a cis-male and get a dick like he'd always wanted. Seemed like a win-win! So...yeah, this is me now:

My original body was pretty average previously but that was not an issue for the other guy apparently because he was ecstatic just to have a cock. I, on the other hand, didn't anymore and boy that wasn't the only shock. I was probably about 15cm shorter now that I was before. Which means Edgar (as he's called) now towers over me and I'm barely at nipple height next to him.

It's so weird not having a dick. Like, even when I'm fully dressed I feel naked somehow. Not sure how to describe it. Clothes definitely fit differently now too, but now I'm with Edgar, it's the least of my worries.

If anything, Edgar is even hotter now than before. From my new shorter perspective, he's even bigger which drives my wild. I love getting to touch his body and he loves me doing it. And his dick... wow. Part of me is jealous of his dick now that I don't have one but that makes me want it all the more. I'm obsessed with it and I think he knows it. He loves taunting me for having a pussy and likes to remind me at every opportunity. I love seeing the playful side of him and being the focus of his attention for once! He knows exactly what to do with his hands and dick to make this body go wild. He's a real pro to be honest. And the best part? I get to wake up to this hunk every morning!

I hate my friend some times. We met in college and he was so fun and wild back then. Now we’re in our thirties, and he’s calmed down. He’s still a nerdy goofball, but he has an office job and other responsibilities.

I’m doing alright too with teaching and coaching at the community college, but I want my life to be different. My friend just seems so content, and whenever he agrees with me that life could be different he always says “Even if life isn’t what I expected, I’m happy with what I have.” And that pisses me off! It shouldn’t, but it does. Well, I have found a spell that will allow me to transform myself and life into something else… but I still have my doubts about it working. My friend is so content with his life, well I want him with me in my new life and I need to test this spell out on someone to see if it works.

I invited my friend over to hang out (I had to plan this out in advance due to schedules), and after a few drinks and games, I snuck off to the bathroom. I focused on my friend in my mind, and read the incantation on the parchment… the parchment ignited into flames and I dropped it into the open toilet bowl. I panicked cause that was a complex incantation that I couldn’t memorize and… and it’s gone! Fuck! Wait what about my friend? I left the bathroom to head back to where we were hanging out.

When I got back there, my jaw dropped. The spell definitely worked. My friend was absolutely jacked, he had regressed in age like a decade, and he was flexing absentmindedly as he gamed.

“Hey man, how are you feeling?” I asked.

“Sup bruh! Feeling great, especially when I look like this” he said as he flexed his arms at me.

“It’s getting late, aren’t you worried about work tomorrow?”

“Coach c’mon, y’know practice isn’t until the afternoon. It’ll be cool, I don’t got classes in the morning.”

Well shit… as soon as he said this, I started to feel new memories appear in my mind. The spell definitely worked changed my friend’s life and body. Wait, why is he here if he’s a student?

“Remind me again why we hang out together?”

“Coach c’mon! Don’t do me dirty life that!” He said as he paused his game.

He shuffled almost bashfully in the chair.

“Coach, we hang out cause you’re like the big bro I never had… and I would have flunked out without your help.”

“That’s right… well you need to sleep then. You can crash here tonight.”

“Hell yeah, Coach!”

He then proceeded to give me a massive bear hug that knocked the wind out of me.

He went to sleep on my couch, and I looked at his ID. Same name, different age and face. I looked at his social media accounts and saw his fitness posts and some party posts… more memories are appearing in my mind. Apparently him crashing at my place is normal.

…

A couple days later.

Fuck! I can’t find the place that sold me the spell. I can’t fix my friend, I can’t get a new life for me. I miss his old self so much more than I thought I would. This new version is a himbo meathead that seems allergic to clothes. I wanted a new life for the both of us, yet I lost my friend and chance.

Inspired by @reddarkfox222

At 4:13 p.m., Andrew almost walked away.

The campus recreation center was loud with clanking plates and bursts of laughter, fluorescent lights reflecting off polished floors. He stood just inside the weight room, long limbs tucked in awkwardly, fingers hooked in the straps of his backpack. At twenty, he still carried that almost-finished look—1.84 meters of lean, wiry potential. Seventy-two kilograms distributed in narrow shoulders and subtle lines that suggested muscle without declaring it. Smooth skin, hairless chest. Short, neat dark hair. A clean-cut face that could still pass for seventeen on a good day.

He looked like a university student because he was one.

“Ten minutes,” the trainer had said earlier at the campus event, flashing a grin that seemed a little too white, a little too confident. “Quick circuit. Free session. You’ll feel amazing.”

Against his better judgment, Andrew had agreed.

Now the trainer stood in front of him again, bigger than Andrew remembered. Broad chest stretching a maroon stringer tank. Shoulders round and capped. Veins like raised cords along his forearms. A beard framing a grin that suggested he knew something Andrew didn’t.

“Ready, Andrew?” the trainer asked.

“Sure,” Andrew replied, voice clear, light. “Ten minutes, right? I’ve got a study group at five.”

The trainer’s grin widened. “Ten minutes.”

Andrew glanced at the digital clock mounted above the squat racks.

4:13.

“Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s get this over with.”

The circuit began.

Burpees. Pull-ups. Kettlebell swings. Push presses. Sled pushes across rubber flooring that bit into his sneakers. The trainer moved beside him with effortless power, barking out reps in a low, steady cadence.

“Chest up. Drive through the heels. Breathe, Andrew.”

Within three minutes, sweat slicked his smooth torso. His lungs burned. His arms trembled as he struggled through pull-ups he hadn’t realized would be this hard.

“Didn’t expect it to be easy, did you?” the trainer said, smirking.

Andrew shot him a tight grin between breaths. “You said quick. Not sadistic.”

The trainer laughed.

By minute eight, Andrew’s shirt clung to him, outlining the faint ridges of muscle beneath. His voice cracked slightly when he counted his own reps. His heart hammered so hard it blurred the edges of his vision.

“Two more rounds,” the trainer said.

“Two?” Andrew gasped. “You said—”

“Ten minutes.”

The final sled push left Andrew bent over, palms on knees, sweat dripping from his chin onto the rubber mat. His entire body buzzed. He straightened slowly and glanced up at the clock.

4:13.

He blinked.

The seconds display hadn’t changed.

“That’s…” He swallowed. “The Hell...”

The trainer stood upright, fresh. Not even winded. “Ready to start?”

“Start?” Andrew frowned. “We just-”

The trainer clapped once. “Ten minutes. Quick circuit.”

A chill slid down Andrew’s spine.

“I... bro we already did it.”

The trainer tilted his head. “Did what?”

Andrew opened his mouth to argue.

Nothing came out.

His throat tightened. His protest evaporated like mist in sunlight. His feet moved on their own, stepping back to the starting position.

“Chest up,” the trainer said calmly.

And Andrew began again.

The second circuit felt worse. Or maybe better. His body moved more efficiently, as if it remembered something his mind didn’t. His burpees were sharper. His pull-ups smoother. His skin flushed darker, muscles swelling under the strain.

He risked another glance at the clock.

4:13.

Panic fluttered in his chest.

“This isn’t funny,” he managed, but the words felt distant, muffled behind cotton.

The trainer only smiled. “Drive through your heels.”

Again.

And again.

And again.

Time became elastic.

Sweat poured down Andrew’s chest in rivulets, tracing lines over skin that was no longer quite so smooth.

Fine, dark hairs began to prickle across his arms, then his chest. His shoulders broadened subtly with each repetition, deltoids rounding, striations teasing into existence like pencil lines darkening into ink.

He tried to focus on the changes.

His biceps felt fuller. He watched, mid-curl, as veins pushed up beneath the surface like rivers carving through earth. His once-slender wrists thickened. His grip tightened around the kettlebell, forearms corded and hard.

The trainer leaned close. “We're just giving your body the stimulus for growth it needs.”

The word echoed.

Stimulus.

Another circuit.

His chest swelled, pectorals pressing against damp fabric until the shirt felt too small. His traps rose, creeping up his neck. His collarbones vanished beneath new mass. Sweat soaked him, dripping from a torso that was no longer boyish but carved, dense.

His breathing deepened.

His voice followed.

“Load it up,” he heard himself say at one point, startled by the lower register that rolled from his throat.

The trainer arched a brow. “Feeling confident?”

Andrew smirked

an expression that felt foreign and perfectly natural all at once. “You call this a workout?”

His reflection in the mirrored wall startled him.

His face was sharper now. Jaw thicker. Stubble shadowing his cheeks. His hair seemed darker, slightly longer on top, pushed back carelessly. His eyes held something new—something predatory.

No.

That wasn’t right.

He had always looked like this.

Of course he had.

Another circuit.

His thighs filled out his shorts, quadriceps splitting with visible lines each time he dropped into a squat.

Glutes tightened and lifted with sled drives that now looked effortless. His shoulders ballooned wider, stretching seams.

His Memories frayed.

Lecture halls blurred into weight rooms. Study groups dissolved into posing sessions under stage lights. He tried to remember his major.

What was he studying?

Did it matter?

“Come on, Andrew,” the trainer urged. “You’re built for this.”

Built for this.

Each repetition pressed that idea deeper into him. His old self became thin and distant, like a childhood dream half-remembered.

At some point, he stopped checking the clock.

He started enjoying it.

Sweat gleamed across a chest now covered in dark hair and bold inked lines of tattoos that hadn’t existed before—wings stretching across pecs thick as armor. His arms swelled monstrously with each pump, veins branching like lightning beneath bronzed skin.

He caught his reflection again and grinned.

“Damn,” he muttered appreciatively. “Looking thick.”

The trainer laughed. “That’s the spirit.”

Circuits blurred into hundreds. Hundreds into something beyond counting.

His voice was rich now, edged with gravel. His laughter deeper. His posture instinctively dominant. He moved through the workout like a machine.

No longer remembered being shy.

He didn’t remember hesitating, with anything

He didn’t remember 72 kilograms of uncertainty wrapped in smooth skin.

That was just a dream.

This was the final version.

Finally, the trainer clapped.

“Time.”

Andrew wiped sweat from his brow with a thick forearm, chest heaving—but not from exhaustion. From exhilaration.

He glanced at the clock.

4:23.

Ten minutes.

Exactly.

He rolled his shoulders, admiring the way muscle shifted under skin. “Solid warm-up.”

The trainer stepped closer, eyeing him up and down with approval. “You ever think about working here?”

Andrew barked a laugh. “Working here? I basically own the place already.”

The trainer nodded slowly. “You’d be a perfect fit. We need guys with your… presence.”

Andrew smirked, adjusting the straps of his tank, which clung to a torso thick with power. “Yeah. Guess I’ve always belonged in a place like this.”

There was no flicker of doubt. No ghost of a university student standing awkwardly at 4:13.

Only Andrew - broad, bearded, confident. A cocky bodybuilder with sweat still dripping from a physique that looked carved from iron.

He extended a massive hand.

“So when do I start?”

*****

Gabe le pidió a su novio Moen ir a un viaje romántico juntos, pero también le propuso que el poseyera el cuerpo de su vecino Morgan, quien era altamente homofóbico, a pesar de que su vecino odiaba a los gays, Gabe quería darle una lección con apoyo de su novio para enseñarle que ser un poco más abierto no era un problema.

Pero antes, Gabe le dijo que Moen que tuviera cuidado porque su vecino también estuvo diez años en prisión y que tuviera mucho cuidado porque le preocupaba que le hicieran daño.

Moen expresó que ni se preocupe, todas sus posesiones siempre han sido exitosas. Entonces, Moen fue sigilosamente a la casa del vecino quien le encontró sentado en el sofá viendo un partido de hockey, el escenario era favorecedor para él.

Para está posesión, Moen se transformó en un slime líquido y se arrastró hacia la cerveza del señor, cuando el hombre le dió varios tragos a la cerveza, Morgan ya había entrado a su cuerpo.

De repente Morgan sintió una fuerte migraña, se tenso su cuerpo y grito del dolor, pero ese sufrimiento no duró mucho porque rapidamente Moen logró apoderarse de su cuerpo.

Con otra posesión exitosa en su historial, Moen quiso conocer un poco más su nuevo cuerpo antes de ir con su novio Gabe, se quitó la camisa y en un espejo empezó a flexionar todos sus músculos, aunque fuera el quien ahora lo controlaba, igual intimidaba ver a alguien así, que bueno que ahora este hombre está bajo su merced.

Desgraciadamente, pasó algo que Moen no pensaba que le sucedería, empezó a convulsionar dentro del cuerpo del señor Morgan hasta que fue expulsado de su cuerpo con su forma completa.

Moen tirado en el suelo solo vio como el vecino recuperó la consciencia, se limpio la espuma de su boca y con una cara de furia se acercó hacia él diciendo lo siguiente:

-Crees que eres el primer marica que me trata de poseer, estoy cansado de los tuyos, le pondré un fin a este asunto. Voy a ir a la casa de tu puto novio y le enseñaré que nunca debió meterse conmigo, nadie lo reconocerá después de los golpes que le daré, pero primero empezaré contigo marica de mierda.-

Moen no sabía que hacer, pensó que este era el fin de los dos....

Mientras tanto...

Gabe andaba preocupado por su novio, el sabe que a veces Moen se queda un rato explorando los nuevos cuerpos que posee, sin embargo está vez le ha estado tomando más tiempo de lo normal.

Muy preocupado y sin pensarlo Gabe corrió a la casa de su vecino a checar si Moen estaba bien. Vio la puerta abierta de la casa y entró. Gabe estaba algo aterrorizado al entrar a la casa de un hombre peligroso y su mayor susto fue cuando de la nada salió su vecino Morgan con una mirada de odio caminando hacia él, del miedo Gabe no se movió.

De repente su vecino lo miró de cerca y le dijo: -Iba a ir a tu casa a romperte la cara pero me acaba de hacer un favor en ir aquí directamente a mi casa-.

Gabe estaba putrefacto del miedo, solo tuvo fuerzas para preguntar por su novio.

El señor Morgan le contestó: -No te preocupes, pronto ambos podrán descansar en paz en el bosque-

Acto seguido, su vecino lo agarró de la camisa y lo levantó, Morgan ya estaba preparando su puño para golpearlo en el rostro, Gabe solo cerro los ojos esperando su fin. Pero lo que no esperaba es que de repente sintió como lo besaron, la forma del beso le recordó mucho a como lo besa su novio, pero cuando abrió los ojos solo vió a su vecino Morgan.

Su vecino después de besarlo lo bajo nuevamente al suelo y se rió comentando:

-Verdad que te engañe niño, no te preocupes solo te estaba haciendo una broma-

Gabe supo inmediatamente que se trataba de Moen, primero se enojo mucho por la broma pesada que le hizo, pero después de que su novio se disculpó, las cosas se calmaron.

Moen le explicó a Gabe que su vecino tiene una gran fuerza de voluntad y hubo muchas complicaciones al intentar poseerlo, pero al final logró someterlo y apoderarse de todo su ser.

Para demostrar que era verdad, Moen retiro las prendas del señor Morgan y empezó a hacer un espectáculo de flexiones, obvio Gabe se sonrojo al ver tal show.

Ya con esto listo, los dos ya estaban preparados para organizar todo su viaje romántico del día de mañana con el dinero del señor Morgan.

Ya en la noche Moen se acercó a Gabe satisfecho comentando que era un buen sentimiento una vez que lo tuvo bajo control, Moen le reitero sus disculpas a su novio por la broma, en realidad el también estaba asustado cuando Morgan lo expulsó la primera vez pero está agradecido de que ahora las cosas estén bien.

Después Moen hablo con Gabe y que lo estuvo pensando un buen rato, y le preocupa que en algún momento el tendrá que dejar el cuerpo de su vecino Morgan y cuando ese hombre recuerde lo que le hicieron, va a cobrar venganza y el quiere evitar que el y su novio sean amenazados o lastimados otra vez.

Entonces Moen le dijo a Gabe la siguiente propuesta:

-Y si..., ¿me quedo permanentemente como el señor Morgan? Este hombre tiene aterrorizado a medio pueblo, nadie se mete con él y dentro de su cuerpo de papi supremo soy capaz de cuidarte y que nada malo te pasé. Los dos finalmente podremos estar a salvo y siempre estaré para protegerte-

Gabe quedó atónito ante tal propuesta, pero considerando la situación, era lo mejor que se podía hacer. Ahora el hombre de sus pesadillas se convertiría en el de sus sueños.

Ya con eso decidido y con su nueva vida, iban a empezar su nueva aventura con su viaje romántico, los dos estaban emocionado mientras salian afuera a ver las estrellas en el patio trasero.

¡Admiren!

Logré conseguir una pequeña prueba de ADN de mi compañero de trabajo Sterling, fui a su escritorio mientras el no estaba y agarre un pelo caído de su cabello que estaba tirado sobre su silla.

Por la cantidad de información genética conseguida, solo podré permanecer en esta forma por 4 horas. No hay problema, es el tiempo suficiente para disfrutar hacer cosas con su identidad.

Es momento de experimentar al máximo está forma temporal.

“Stupid”, I curse as I sniff the first pair of musty trainers.

I work for an interrealm conglomerate that provides scented ubersolutions. You know, humans love buying those scented candles that smell like the abandoned garden of some junior apothecarist. Morons, all of them. Like, the scents aren’t even real. They’re still, static, lifeless, worthless! We cater to the warlockry-aligned, and thus it is natural that what we produce are superior. It’s called ubersolutions for a reason. ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ can be imbued with ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ. Bodies, clothes, spells, minds, thoughts, concepts. From tiefling-scented fireballs or halflings' leaf rain cubes to modifying a human’s olfactory sense so that they smell a goblin’s crotch whenever they see a banana. What’s more, an object once imbued will smell as if it’s actually producing the scent itself. Granted, the subsidiary company that I’m working for only makes human and human-adjacent products for mid- and low-end sectors. But hey! Our line of work requires no less integrity and arcane knowledge than those of the other professionals working in the outer realms.

Knowledge is power!

Coach made a deal with a player to make him a star

Coach's shirt found a new partner

Getting into the game!

Alan had been fed up with the laziness of his son. He’d never expected himself to get to such a point but everyday after coming home from work and watching the younger man sit on his ass watching football or whatever, instead of practicing while Alan went out to work at some dead-end job continued to add up.

Of course, the final straw was the complete and total forgetting of Father’s Day. There’s only so many birthdays or Christmases that Dave could forget before Alan had enough. It’s not even like Father’s day was all that special to the man. Usually just grilling some burgers and getting some pun of a card was all he wanted.

But this was the last straw. After seeing Dave sitting around and not even saying, ‘Happy Father’s Day’ to him, he took matters into his own hands. There was a card he’d bought, almost as a bit of a gaff, that was supposed to be enchanted. Instead of receiving the card Alan gave it to his son.

Not that Dave cared. He tossed it in the trash without a second thought. Alan smirked. It didn’t need to be accepted, only given. With that the present was already starting to take hold. With each step down the hallway, Alan could feel the smallest bit of his body starting to change.

Without thinking he was already walking taller with stronger steps. Each stride seemed to have added another week to his lifespan. Hair started to grow back on the top of his head. He could feel his atrophying muscles building up again without any effort at all. His clothes felt tighter across his shoulders and chest and his belt looser around his waist.

Without even thinking Alan entered into what he thought was his son’s room. Yet, when he looked at the Wolves mascot he had a certain kinship with it. But when he saw that the trophies had his name on it, Alan knew full well that the spell had worked.

Alan took a seat on what was soon to be his bed. The changes were happening whether Dave wanted them too or not. A sly smirk covered his face as he laid down and wallowed in the bed almost marking it.

Still his clothes continued to feel tighter. His chest was really starting to push against the buttons of his shirt. His shoulders continued to grow wider and waist thinner. Yet, his pants felt tighter as thick muscular quads started to fill them.

He sat back up wiggling his toes as his shoes were completely filled with his feet. “Only a matter of time,” he mused to himself as he grabbed the football and tossed it gingerly into the air.

Meanwhile in the other room, Dave started to feel something was off. His whole body started to feel a strange bloat to it. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. Neither farting nor burping did anything to release whatever strange bloat was plaguing him.

Dave stood up and tried to stretch, hoping that might make some kind of change. Yet, the first thing he noticed was his shirt. It was riding up over a belly. “What the hell?!” he cursed staring down at the forming stomach. What had been lean cut abs was now starting to become a belly. He let out a grunt as it continued to get even bigger.

“What the hell’s going on?!” he grimaced at the strange belly forming on him. Even worse the college sleeveless shirt was starting to feel tight against his chest. And his shoes were starting to feel even tighter. His thoughts raced back to the card. It didn’t make sense but it was the only thing that he could go off of.

Panic raced through Dave as weight continued to pile onto his once lithe body. His muscles almost seemed to have exploded with an unknown force adding power and strength that the lean ones would give. However, with that size also seemed to come age.

His shaggy blond hair was starting to fall out while thick coarser hair started to cover his arms, legs and chest. He scratched it absentmindedly. “This can’t be real…” he declared but when he saw his face in the mirror and he looked to be well into his thirties, that didn’t matter anymore.

Dave ran down the hallway as fast as he could. His thick burly body shook the house with each step. The hulking frame took up nearly the entire space. He only paused for a second seeing a picture and watching as Alan and him had swapped spots. “ALAN!” he shouted loudly through the house.

Alan chuckled. Hearing Dave’s voice echo through the house only spurred his excitement. He knew the changes were still happening. He could feel his strength growing more and more. Each muscle developed into something thicker and stronger than he had ever had. It was like decades of work were all piling into him at once as his body also lost those decades in age.

The once portly older man was now growing more spry and filled with a excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. His body moved easily and effortlessly. His muscles were strong and full. His face young and filled with a handsomeness he’d never known.

Alan ripped off the rest of his clothes, discarding the relic that he had been. They weren’t who he was anymore.

Alan went over to the mirror again examining the new powerhouse of a man he’d become. He’d stolen so much of his son’s youth and strength, that he almost felt bad. Yet, seeing those powerful muscles staring back at him washed any of those feelings away. A confidence burgeoned within him as he went through what had been his son’s closet to find something to wear. Most of it was a little tight, but he could figure something.

Not even the loud knocking on his bedroom door made him nervous.

On the other side was Dave. The lean handsome man had turned into an absolute beast. Muscular bulk covered every inch of the other an. However, it also gave him two more decades of experience. Alan wasn’t sure what the ‘curse’ really was, but seeing how Dave had only grown bigger and stronger than even Alan was, made him grin.

Even as Dave stared him down with as much anger and menace that the man could muster, it didn’t phase Alan the slightest bit. He gave his ‘dad’ a pat on the shoulder and started walking through the house. Dave’s anger turned to confusion. His hulking size would have made the biggest of men panic, yet, Alan walked past him like it was nothing.

Dave continued to follow Alan. His heavy footsteps were softening. Even with all that bulk he was quickly learning how to control his excess weight. He watched as Alan turned into the garage and was absolutely stunned by what he say.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Alan said. “It took a while and I’m glad you didn’t come in and spoil it.” He smiled as he showed off the fully stocked gym in their garage. It didn’t make sense, yet the magic continued to push and pull making everything feel as though it made sense. Somehow Alan had been sneaking in weights and machines under Dave’s nose to surprise him with a fully stocked gym.

“Damn it boy,” Dave growled with a menacing tone. “I told you not to do anything this stupid.”

“Oh c’mon pops,” Alan grinned mischievously. The word fell out of him so naturally that he couldn’t help but add a chuckle. “I knew you wanted to take things to the next level and those paid gyms can’t handle your strength.”

“Whatever,” Dave grumbled as he entered into the workout space. He grabbed Alan into a headlock, forcing the other man into his pit and roughed up his hair. “All I wanted was some steak and you’d gone and given me all this shit.” He let go and then extended his hand. “Good on ya boy.” He grinned shaking his sons hand.

Alan smirked. The new reality was setting in. Dave didn’t seem to remember the old one. Or if he did, that past lazy son he was was now gone. Alan took his father’s hand and shook it. “Ready to test some of this out?” he offered.

“HELL YEAH!” Dave shouted. Before they knew it the two were working out with Dave pushing Alan to his absolute limit.

Tried something a little different to see if it worked. Created using ChatGPT. Pictures AI generated, Story written by me.