Sans titre

“You don’t have to whisper, dude, everyone should be at practice. Just look for his backpack!”

“No shit, Sherlock, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I think I’m getting closer, I mean the more I check the higher th— Aha!”

“Finally! He got something in there you can use?”

“Hmmm…. How ‘bout this?”

“Awww siiiiicckk! I don’t think jock straps are supposed to be that off-white. And you’re supposed to smell that? What d’you— Oh, wow, getting naked already, huh?”

“C’mon, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“True. I still don’t get it though, inhale enough of a dude’s musk and you’ll, what, morph into them?”

“Are we still talking or do you wanna see this?”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll shut up. Get on with it.”

“As you wish! *Sniiiiiiiiffff* NNGGUUGGHH, fuck this is rank!”

“Talk me through it, bro.”

“Smells fuckin’ ripe, bro. Smells pretty fuckin’ good, bro.”

“Shut up! Keep going.”

“Sir, yes sir. *Sniiiiiiiff*.. Aahhh… This thing is like a pillowcase… he’s got a lot of jock to fill out. *Sniff* Sure, Chuck is a big fuckin’ dude, but I wonder if—OOooOOOOoooohhh my god.”

“Is it happening?!”

“Oh, oooooohh yeah, it’s happening!”

“I can tell! You’re grinning ear to ear, man!”

“I wish you could feel what I’m feeling man, it’s… *Sniiiiffffff* Rrrnnngoooohhh fuck yeah…”

“Talk me through it!”

“Feels—feels like everything—everything inside me—like my organs and shit is like—like puuuulllssssssssingggg.”

“F-F-FFFFFUCK, man, you’re swelling!”

“Hell yeah I am dude, *SNIIIIIIIIFFF*, hahahaaaa..”

“Bro, your face! It’s like.. twisting or shifting or something! Can you feel it?”

“Fuck yeah, man, feels good. Feels sexy. Do I look like him? Am I Mr. Superman Chuck?”

“Pretty much! Fuck, he’s such a babe.”

“Ooooh, got a thing for Chuck, have we?”

“Who doesn’t?! He’s got the full package. And seriously, dude, I’m gonna blow my load if you keep giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes.”

“Can’t help it! Hahahahaaa, *SNNIIIIIIIIFFFF* GGUUGH FUCK… Hey dude, watch this… MMMPPPFFFffff…”

“CHRIST, I could hear it! You must be 6 foot 6 now! Does it hurt when your bones crack like that?! Sounded brutal.”

“Feels fuckin’ insane, man, I feel like I’m a tower, I love it. But what good is tons of height without *sniff*—hhrrngg—without any *sniiiiiiff*—gaaahhh—any *SNIIIIIIIIIIIFF*—FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCKK—MUSCLE MASS?!”

“What. The fuck…”

“Yeah, dude, you like that? Huh? You like big? You ain’t even *sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiff*… seen big yet—GGRRRRUUUNNNNGGHHH.”

“O-oh… Oh, my god. Dude, your fucking voice.”

“Arrgh—*sniiiiff*—ooaaarhh FUCK yeah—*sniff*—I’m a fuckin’ BEAST, man..”

“Not to be too direct, but if I were there I’d be on my knees sucking you dry right now. Shiiiiiiiit, man.”

“Fuck yeah, man. OOOoohh, my arms! Look at my fucking arms! RRRNNGG look at that flex! It’s no wonder Chuck is constantly checking himself out!”

“Yeah man, your arms are ridiculous, but dude.. your fucking CHEST though!”

“Oh? You like?”

“I-I really, really do.”

“That so? What about these… mmppfff… perky little nipples, huh? Wanna suck ‘em? Wanna tickle them? Wanna squeeeeeze ‘em?”

“Fuck yeah, man, play with your tits, I bet they’re so sensitive right now.”

“So sensitive, bro. Ugh, I can imagine you sucking these like a greedy babe. Look how fuckin’ huge these are! I’ve fucked sorority chicks with smaller tits! Look, I can barely cup them in my hands! You like how they jiggle? Hahahaaa! Awww feels fuckin’ good to squeeze them.”

“Aawww fuck, man, you don’t know what you’re doing to me..”

“I don’t? Well then, talk. me. through. it, dude.”

“Fuuuucking hell, look at how much they jiggle when you bounce them. Urgh, this is..”

“Too good to be true? Check it out, pop pop pop pop pop pop pop popopopopopopopop! Hahahahaaaaa look at my boys dance!”

“Ooouugghh, dude, seriously, I know you’re joking but if you don’t…”

“What’sa matter, babe?—Aaahh—talk me through it! Mmmmffff…”

“Dude, stop I’m gonna…”

“Yeah?! Ugh, look at these tits!”

“BRO, I’m… Gonna…!”

“You gonna suck on daddy’s tiddies, babe?!”

“MMFFFFFFFFUUUUUuuuuuuuccckk!!”

“Oh! Oh, wow…”

“HOHSHIT, HOHSHIT, ffffffuuuuucck mmmfff…”

“Wow. Sorry man!”

“Uuugghh, *pants* naaah, it’s my bad, dude. You just made me lose control.”

“Clearly! I can’t even see you anymore, hahaha!”

“Yeah, no shit asshole, you just made me cum all over my screen.”

“Oooh, yeesh. Sorry, kinda got… lost in the moment.”

“Were the multiple warnings that I was about to bust a nut not enough?”

“Guess not… I don’t know, I guess I wanted to see if I could take you there… without even touching you.”

“Mission successful!”

“I think it’s Chuck! He’s such an alpha, I guess it’s rubbing off on me. All I can focus on is getting you off…”

“Again, mission successful!”

“Still kinda do though… Anyways, like I said, lost in the moment!”

“Still lost, too, by the look of it. Stop bouncing those pecs!”

“Can’t help it! Anyways, I gotta get out of here, but I’m definitely taking this with me.”

“The jock? Um, hell yeah you are! Just wear it over to my place later… Fuck, man, we need to do this every night.”

“Greedy! But dude, dead serious, I’m dicking you down good tonight, all I can think ab—… Huh.”

“What, what’s up?”

“Remember how I said the jock seems more like a pillowcase?”

“Yeah?”

“Fits like a glove.”

“Duuuuuude. You gotta come over pronto.”

“I intend to! Gonna be awkward though, there’s no way any of my shorts are gonna fit around this butt. Oh well… Looks like I’m bare-assing it over to your place!”

“Hahaha, enjoy the stares.”

“I will! Enjoy the idea of me walking 3/4 naked across campus to you, my fat dick as hard as a rock, my nuts sloshing side to side heavy with spunk, people watching my big ass strut, me flexing a little here and there to give them a show, my mind racing with thoughts of raw dogging you so hard..”

“Fuuuckk…”

“And I’ll enjoy the idea of your thick tongue licking and sucking and fucking my hole, pressing my big hairy ass against your face, sucking your balls while you cum on my face, feeling the spongy head of my cock slide down between the walls of your throat, stretching your guts out as I enter you, pumping you so fucking full of my seed that you—..”

“Dudedudedudedudedude… You’re gonna make me blow again.”

“*Pants* Whew, got myself going a little there, too!”

“Well… stay hard and get your fine ass over here stud.”

“10-4. Be ready at the door. I want you to greet me hole-first, understand?”

“Of course, daddy.”

Or so they say.

Except this traitorous faggot couldn't help himself, and found himself in the Aresian alpha's bedroom, getting dicked down by that toxic dick. The alpha made sure to film it and upload it online where he knew the Cerisians would find it.

The brother was excommunicated from Cerise. A betrayal this deep can't be redeemed. But he found no solace in Ares either. Hole is hole; it's to be used and discarded. The faggot lost everything for an hour of dick. Was it worth it?

Suggested by: @reddarkfox222

It was late at night, you were studying for a math test in your dorm room. College wasn't what you expected. It felt much more draining and life sapping than what television made it seem like. The major you picked was feeling more and more like a mistake with each essay or test you had to complete.

"I wish I was doing something more fufilling than this..." you mutter under your breath.

Right after you say that you get a sudden headache and get out of your chair. Once it subsided you realized...

"Where the fuck am I?"

You were in some kind of void. The only thing there was the chair you got up from. You almost assumed you were on some kind of drugs, but your attention was brought to something else.

Hair on your forearms. You were a hairless man so this didn't make any sense, but the hair was everywhere and you could feel it touch your fingers. You could also feel a huge amount of hair blooming on your torso. That wasn't the only thing happening though as your body began to grow at a fast and inhuman rate. It started with bulging bulky biceps and big hands to a big back. Then big bouncy pecs and a shredded six pack. After that, a bigger ass and dick, thicker legs and feet, and a fully grown thick beard. Finally, your body physically aged, wrinkles and greys here and there as well as making your body more masculine looking than it already was. The transformation was capped off with your haircut being cut to a buzzcut.

A mirror appeared in front of you letting you gasp in disbelief at your new body. You did some flexes here and there, a tent forming in your now tight pants. As you flexed, your shirt completely ripped allowing your bare hairy torso to be exposed to the mirror. It turned you on even more, letting a few more clothing changes slip in. A hat plopped on your head as tattoo ink etched onto your left forearm. Meanwhile your pants turned into workout sweatpants.

With that, a flash of light blinded you. Once it dissipated you found yourself sitting on a workout machine at gym.

You got up, looking around you as you saw various gym goers go through their routine. Looking at them made you smile. Soon enough memories of a completely different life coursed through you. Much older, much bigger, and way more hunkier. Once your memories settled, the old you was completely erased from your mind and your new bodybuilding life had begun.

The last thing you remembered now was that it was time to get back to your routine. You took off your hat and stretched. heading to the next machine.

This new life was much more exciting than your university life. Lifting day after day just had that spice to it that good grades just couldn't compete with. Not that you could even understand wanting to go to college. You dropped out to pursue working out and bodybuilding to much success with a thriving career. Life can't get better than this!

The lake house weekend was supposed to be relaxing, but Jake had always been the one who got everything. Older, taller, broader, the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. Right now he was sprawled lazily on the boat, shirtless under the bright sun, blue checkered swim trunks riding low on his hips. His muscular chest rose and fell slowly, abs glistening with sweat, thick arms folded behind his head.

His younger brother, Ethan, had been watching him for years with quiet jealousy. This time, Ethan had come prepared. An old family ring he’d found in the attic, one that allowed a single body swap. While Jake napped deeply on the boat, Ethan slipped the ring on and focused.

The swap was instant.

Jake’s eyes fluttered open, but it was no longer Jake looking out of them. Ethan was now in control of his older brother’s powerful body.

The sensation hit him like a drug. Jake’s body was heavy, warm, and incredibly strong. Ethan sat up slowly, feeling the power in the broad shoulders and thick arms. He ran Jake’s large hands down the muscular chest, squeezing the firm pecs, tracing the deep grooves of his abs, then sliding lower to grope the thick bulge growing in the swim trunks.

“Fuck…” Ethan groaned in Jake’s deep, smooth voice. It sounded filthy coming from his brother’s mouth.

He stood up on Jake’s strong legs and walked to the edge of the boat, staring at the reflection in the water. Broad shoulders, hairy chest, perfect summer tan. Ethan flexed one arm, watching the bicep peak, then bounced the heavy pecs just because he could.

His new cock was rock hard.

Ethan shoved the blue trunks down, letting Jake’s thick cock spring free. He wrapped the strong hand around it and began stroking, slow at first, then faster, while the other hand explored, squeezing the heavy balls, reaching back to tease the tight ass. The sun on Jake’s skin, the gentle rock of the boat, the sheer size and power of the body, it was overwhelming. Ethan came hard within minutes, thick ropes of cum shooting across the boat deck as he moaned loudly in Jake’s voice, hips thrusting into his own fist.

Panting and covered in sweat, Ethan smeared the load across Jake’s abs with a satisfied grin. He pulled the trunks back up, lay down in the exact same relaxed position Jake had been in, and folded the thick arms behind his head.

The only reason why I was born: to be a designer host body for someone else made possible with gene editing before I was born. I was reminded of that every time I wanted to eat junk food or didn't feel like working out. I'm raised like livestock at a fancy facility until my true owner shows up and takes over my or rather HIS body. I turned 18 today but I will receive the gift of having a owner drive my perfect body tomorrow.

Today's the day. And a gay couple in their 50s showed up. Eyeing my body like it was candy. My nameless friend in the facility was also being obsessed over. We were being chosen.

We were brought to a special room for being possessed. My mind was pushed into the back of my brain. My body now belonged to its new owner. I was taught to be happy about this, but why do I feel sad? He was taking a photo in my body to remember this moment.

My perfect ginger hair, abs, chest, and my obscene bulge. All his. They go get new identities and names. My owner took the name of Carter. And my owner's boyfriend took the name of Skylar. He's really hot when he's making faces. Fuck. I'm gay too. But we were never even allowed to masterbate or we got punished for it with 500 push-ups. They went to a private room. And there Skylar was. Jacking off with the forbidden fruit... I want him too.

They started fucking on the spot. Skylar said, "I love us so much. Let's break the virginity on these badass bodies." He stuck his tool inside me for the first time. I started moaning and my voice, "Skylar Skylar keep going. This hole is designer. It's built for pleasure! Have at me! I'll do you after-" and my hole, it was fully used and abused with rippling waves.

My body started pounding into Skylar's tight sculpted ass. And I actually wanted the pounding to go faster. So, I pushed for control. I managed to get the thrusting to max speed. Skylar moaned in greater ecstasy, "Slow down. You're too big!"

"No can do. I'm in control now." I smirked.

He tried yelling but I covered his mouth. Whispering I said, "Stop. Or I will try to cum out your lover or suppress him further. Take me to your home. I'm your boyfriend now... oh no no no!" My owner took back control. And instructed Skylar to punish me in round 2 of bottoming. It's not fair. They told the facility what happened. Now, I was taken out of my own body and placed into another designer body in order to train it. The body was 19 and had the previous soul removed for rebelling. This was my last chance to be useful, they told me, but I wanted to live a life. A trait that I'm not supposed to have.

I ran. Far away. Apparently, using designer bodies for possession is against the law. I was living in a old cabin in the woods. I was resting from all the gay sex I had with another man. But I heard a beeping in the back of my neck.

I was being tracked. A man walked in through the front door. "Nice try, but we always find our missing vessels. I'm the CEO and owner of Designer. The body you're in, was always very bad. Running away. Getting tattooed. Jacking off. Not great for business. I'll make you the same offer I made him. Become my personal assistant for everything including sex with me... I will let you know a secret. I love bottoming for the big dicks. Fuck me now, and I'll let you keep that body. Reject me in this twunk body. And you'll be possessed tomorrow by me.

I did everything he asked of me. Besides he was hot. But it sucks I'm not allowed to fuck anyone else. After making him moan, he gave me a name. "Nathan" he called me. He refused to top me. Boss man went to the balcony.

I begged him, "Please, why won't you top me?"

He replied, "This is the body of my straight 23 year old Son Danny. Not a designer body. Natural beauty. He's in the passenger seat. Doesn't let my dick get hard. Took him over when I was dying from a disease and his body could take over the family business. My husband thinks I'm dead. He'd kill me if he found out. That's why I can't top. Can't stay hard."

"Just try. Be harder than he is. And how bad do you want to fuck me, Danny...?" I said seductively.

Danny's dick got harder than it has been in a long time. His dick faced my ass, and mumbled, "I really want to... I need to." He pulled onto my bubble butt, and I almost screamed from the girth.

That was 3 weeks ago. I do everything for Danny. Per his request, I help with customers and let them fuck me to test out new equipment. Bossman Danny even used a returned designer body for having too big a dick, to fuck me while his main Danny body was locked up begging, "This is wrong! You can't keep using me like this! I'm your son, not a backup body..."

While Danny was freaking out, This guy was giving a railing I'll never forget. "

"You want this body? I bet my main body would love to feel this package up its fine ass." Bossman asked.

"Yeah. I want it." I said with wide eyes.

He was going back into Danny's body... "Please dad, you could take anyone's body. Why me?" And bossman replied, "Let me think. I need it for my inheritance money. My great genetics. That charming face. And right, so you don't tell the authorities. And no, for that reason you can't have a new body."

I tested my new dick on Bossman in Danny. And he loved it. He moaned like my new 10 inches long and 6 inches girth was a long sword piercing his very soul. Danny had us start a onlyfans and we rose to the top 0.1% within a week.

'I miss my original body." And Danny said, "It was the most valued body we ever let go of. It made 20 million initially. And more in after monthly payments. Although, Carter hasn't been paying us. Same with Skylar. With any luck, maybe we can track them down."

I thrusted into Danny, and as he moaned, "Please do. Carter doesn't deserve it." And Danny reprimanded me while being a tuff bottom, "That body will never be yours again. It's worth too much. It's just business." And I thrusted really hard angry one last time before going to sleep on my side of the bed.

Danny inserted his dick in my new hole, "Don't be such an ungrateful piece of shit. You're still hot shit because I allowed it." And I had no air to breathe because he was going so fast.

"Sorry, I'll be a good for now on-- fuck. Let me breathe! --- Come on" as I felt warm cum fill me up. And Danny laughed, "Such a good boy!"

Next morning, I woke up in this blonde hunk. They made advances in designer bodies. They now grow to maturity in 60 days and have no need for souls to manage them. I loved Danny for making me so fucking pretty. Although, I found out my previous body was bought and is now fucking twinks with his new dick. Luckily, my new one is a large grower. Went from 3 inches to 10. I never want to give this up. Maybe I will propose to Danny. Then, I will always be this perfect.

Every Bounce Is Mine

man… I wasn’t even planning on grabbing him inside the locker room. I waited until he was done—fully dressed, hoodie on, gym bag slung over his shoulder, that tired end-of-workout look on his face. Rami’s the type who finishes his set, showers, gets dressed, and dips. he just pushed open the door to leave, took one slow breath, glanced at his phone-

and that’s when I hit him.

slipped into him while he was exhaling. he stumbled for half a second, blinked hard, and yeah, his face did that confused little twitch when I took over his body. that was the only moment he ever had. after that? he was mine.

and I didn’t even bother walking him out of the gym.

first thing I did was steer him right back to the mirror. that’s where this pic comes from, me dragging him in there, feeling how the hoodie clung to his shoulders. I wanted to see what I’d taken, so I made him peel everything off again, his hoodie, tank, the whole deal, dropping his gym clothes on the counter like he forgot why he’d put them on in the first place.

and then? I just stared at him in the mirror. at me now.

that facial expression he’s got in the photo—that mellow, heavy-lidded, “I’m exhausted but damn I look good” look? I held it on purpose. kept his lips parted, eyes slightly unfocused, like he’s coming down from a long day instead of being freshly hijacked.

but his pecs… his pecs were the real playground.

got him bare-chested in front of the mirror, that silver chain settled warm between his pecs, and I started testing him. tiny pulses first, just enough to make the muscle twitch. then harder. fuller. big, heavy, meaty pops that made his chest jump clean under my control while his face stayed lax, dreamy, obedient.

once I locked in the rhythm, I kept bouncing his milkers again and again, chain flicking with every jolt, his gaze glued to the mirror like he was falling in love with himself. and when I felt him get hard in his shorts at the sight of his own chest dancing? fuck… his body felt so goood.

and then I wanted his voice. wanted to hear something filthy spill out in that deep, smooth tone he’d never dare use.

so then I opened his mouth and let him growl out hungrily,

“…ohhh fuck… look at my tits bounce…”

he was supposed to be heading home. instead, I turned him into my own private muscle show, body posing and popping on command.

and the hottest part?

he moves exactly how I want.

Lacey stood in her cramped college apartment kitchen rubbing her temples after another endless shift when a wave of sticky Florida heat washed over her skin out of nowhere.

Dark ink began blooming across her arms in swirling patterns of roses and script while thick muscle packed onto her shoulders and biceps making the sleeves of her blouse tear apart. Her chest broadened into heavy hairy pecs as a dense mat of dark curls spread down her stomach and a thick gold chain settled against her collarbone.

The soft curves of her hips and thighs ballooned outward with solid mass her legs lengthening and sprouting coarse hair while her feet stretched wide and slipped into blue patterned slides.

Her face thickened next the jaw squaring under a full dense beard that pushed through her skin as her hair vanished beneath a black Red Sox cap that appeared on her head.

Between her legs the last of her femininity sealed shut and thrust outward into a heavy swinging cock and full balls that filled the front of the black swim shorts with the red Mickey Mouse logo that had formed around her waist.

The apartment walls dissolved into bright sun and green foliage of a water park as memories of long overtime shifts a wife and kids flooded in erasing every trace of Lacey. The overworked man who now stood there felt only the sweet relief of this family vacation after months of grinding.

He adjusted the waistband of his shorts and grinned down at the little hand holding his. “About time we got down here to Florida kids. Daddy needed this break more than anything. Who’s ready for the slides?”

At first nothing changed and I realized I was just an idiot who mistook outside chattering for whispers from the universe. But soon all that would change unbeknownst to me. That night I hopped on Twitter ready to scroll down my timeline and thirst over men when suddenly I saw a DM appear. I almost never received them so imagine my surprise when this jock of my dreams sent me a message asking if I wanted to link for the night, obviously I said yes! I got dressed and started to head over to his apartment preparing myself for what would be the best night of my life or so I thought. As I arrived he opened the door waiting as if he were anticipating for what was to come. He told me I was “The most handsome twink” he’d ever seen and that he needed to get his hands on me. He pointed me to his room as I scurried down the hallway preparing for our fun. I stripped quickly before he even got in the room and laid on his bed ass up awaiting his arrival. I heard the door shut as his clothes started flying past me, the bed suddenly shook as he climbed atop and started to position himself above. I felt him grab my ass when suddenly I felt a shock and realized I couldn’t move.

I tried to turn and look behind me but couldn’t. All I could hear was faint gasps for air and him yelling help me, the worst knowing I couldn’t help him. After what felt like an eternity I realized I couldn’t help slowly move again, I looked behind me to find that he was gone without a trace. I stood up and looked around his apartment to see if he had ran somewhere quickly but he was no where to be found so far. That was till I went to check the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror in what seemed to be an alternate reality. Except looking down proved it wasn’t.

I had magically grown a chest of hair and gained some muscle. I started to freak out at the sudden change which caused me to grab at the hair in hopes it was fake. Upon touching it I was met with the most blissful state I could imagine as I immediately felt myself getting turned on. The weirdest part was the voice in my head sounded familiar but not like mine, it was moaning as I rubbed the hair. I freaked out at the realization that it was real hair but immediately felt the ecstasy of rubbing it. The voice stopped moaning and said “I’ve become part of you” to which made me realize the voice was that of the jock I had previously met with just minutes ago. He had somehow touched me and became part of me through my chest hair. I stopped touching the hair and immediately reclothed myself as I started to spring back to my house trying to figure out how this happened. But before I got home my attention was bought to a man who was leaving the gym who looked severely ill.

I walked over to see if I could help him as he stumbled against the wall. He asked if I could help him get to his car but I knew that wasn’t going to be a smart idea allowing him to drive home in his condition so I asked him to wait here whilst I went and got him water from the gym. As I walked in I looked for the nearest vending machine in hopes of finding something cheap for him when suddenly he started to approach me faintly telling me there was free water in the locker room. He slowly walked towards it and I chose to follow just to make sure he was fine. As we walked through the empty locker room he suddenly collapsed on the floor. I rushed over to try and help him up when he reached his hand out to me telling me he was thankful for my efforts to help him, yet the minute he touched my hand I felt the same shock as I had earlier that night. I watched as he slowly started to disappear in front of my eyes as I was stuck in place unable to move even my eyes. After again what felt like an eternity I looked around to realize I had again absorbed another man. I picked up his clothing of the floor and went to dispose of it before it looked like a missing person had been left there. I went to leave the locker room before anyone walked in but on my way out I looked in the mirror and realized I had changed again. I quickly stripped to see the full changes opting to put on his hat. In the mirror stood a version of me unrecognizable to what I had been this morning.

My chest now had more hair then before and my muscles and height only grew with the changes. I knew I should’ve been freaked out but yet again I was more turned on by the chest hair. This time feeling it hearing the voices of both my victims. Hearing them talk to me in a blissful state as the accepted their new lives stuck as my chest hair forever. Constantly making me horny upon touching them. I knew as much as I wanted to enjoy the moment I had to get home and figure out what had been causing this. I grabbed all my belongings and sprinted towards the man’s car figuring it may as well be mine now. I drove straight to my house not bothering to stop for anyone in fears I would do to them what I had done to these two.

I rushed inside and entered my room where I looked in the mirror and saw my new body yet again. This time felt different though as I heard the same faint whisper. “The curse is set, your desires are met but the cost must be paid”. It finally clicked to me that touching the mirror earlier that day had caused me to become more notable to men but with that came a curse of them touching me bringing them into chest hair. The bright side of that being they at least seemed to enjoy being chest hair but the obvious downside being I’d never be able to touch a man ever again.

That was a few days ago now though and after learning that I’m stuck with the curse and a few more accidental physical connections I’ve realized 2 things. One is that I’m now incredibly horny and require the grasp of a man on me even if I know what’ll happen. The feeling is like that of no other and I require it even if it kills someone. The other is that everyone I touch becoming my chest hair has become so incredibly hot to experience, hearing their joy as they are now nothing more than a former twink now bears chest hair. I rub them to hear their joy and feel the pleasure. At this current point I have turned 17 men into a part of me and not one seems to regret it

And neither do I

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story! Requested by @randy1790 “A man who absorbed other men to become his chest hair, they enjoy it and forget their old lives”

Yeah, this was me just a few months ago. My roomate got a new polaroid camera before moving out and wanted to test it. He gave me this one since he said I looked okay in it.

Little did he know I wasn’t particularly satisfied with being just okay

I had plans on self improvement. By that I mean I wanted to be able to have everyone be able to say “is THAT him? It can’t be”. Ever since I grew up bullied through grade and highschool for being a nerd, I had plans on becoming an absolute unit. That all changed when I got a job at a local restaurant and found myself living in a roommate set up. I simply couldn’t afford the want to change, to be better.

That’s until I met Jim at the local gym, coincidence I know, but Jim was a gym regular there and everyone practically knew the guy. I just happened to befriend him as I tried registering for a gym membership promo package.

It got to a point where Jim knew how much I desperately wanted to change and that’s when he pulled me aside in the locker room and gave me a vial. “Man, I feel you and I know how much you want to be a better man so here. Don’t tell anyone I gave it to you and be sure to take it at home in a room where there’s sufficient space” Jim told me. “It’s something I myself took a few years back and two cities over so be sure to keep it secret”

He gave me such specific instructions to which I only ended up being suspicious. Like, was this a vial of steroids?

As I got home and got dressed, I took Jim’s vial into the living room. Since I was now alone, the living room was the biggest space I thought of following his instructions. He said “drink all of it in one gulp then just sit still” and so I did. The liquid inside surprisingly just tasted like grape juice. At first I thought nothing was happening and he only gave me a placebo for motivation but then it hit me like a freight train from all directions

It was the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced in my life. As if every part of me just expanded outward in all directions with the equivalent force of a rugby player tackling you to the ground.

The shirt I had on practically exploded in an instant as my muscles grew in ways I never thought possible. Even my height increased a bit as the exceuciating pain shot me up by at least another foot.

Add-on to that was the sensation of hair just getting forced out of every part of my body. Arm, chest, heck even beard hair just *plok* popped into existence from my once hairlessness.

As it finally subsided, I looked down and was immediately shocked by what I saw - or lack thereof - since my new jutting pecs blocked my view. I felt practically massive and that’s when I got what Jim said by needing “space”.

I could feel my biceps brushing up against my pecs. My shoulders and back being so wide that I know I have to practice spacial awareness again. I raised my arm to feel my stomach and yep, there’s 8 bricks all right. Last was that my legs were brushing up on each other, looks like the quads grew or blew out too.

I could feel the raw energy inside me wanting to just burst out. I felt like I could’ve lifted the couch - which I did. Turned out it weighed like a feather in one arm — IN ONE ARM! God, I was so fucking strong now

As I tore the rest of my shirt off of me, I ran to the bedroom to get a better view

“Damn if I look like this now, I wonder what Jim used to look like” I asked myself as I inspected every new crevasse and surface on my now massive frame. Flexing every gigantic muscle felt so euphoric — I mean tell me who else had guns like these or huge pecs like these after just a day! I realized everything about me got bigger, and by everything I mean EVERYTHING. Then I also realized my voice dropped a few notes down, that in itself I didn’t expect to happen but it did.

The following day after further exploration, I headed to the mall. Jim didn’t exactly warn me how expensive this change was going to be now that my entire wardrobe didn’t fit my now huge muscular physique. Lucky for me I had the baggy sweatshirt and pants from the polaroid photo but even then both were practically painted onto my skin when I tried them on again.

After shopping I headed over to the gym to find Jim and show him the work that vial he gave did to me. As I approached him, I realized I’d have to look down at him seeing my new height towered over who used to be just inches above me a few days ago.

“Damn, I should market these out more often I mean LOOK AT YOU! I barely even recognized you, just thought some new bodybuilder discovered the gym. Damn.” “Jim in the gym workin’ like a jjin — high five!”. “Now good luck in that reunion you were telling me about, be sure to get some heads turning” he said as I went on home.

Fast forward to today, I’m all dressed and at the airport since the reunion was going to be on the other side of the country from where I was

I discovered dark clothes worked best on me and my skin to really emphasize the size so I just kept it simple with a 3XL shirt. It still felt tight in some places but it really complemented the mass I had on.

As I walked through the airport in search of my gate all I could think of was how everyone who used to mock me for my looks would react to have this gargantuan unit of a man stride past them in the very same halls they used to bully me for. I was absentmindedly bouncing my jutting pecs as I pondered the idea

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Thanks for reading my latest long-form story! Got inspired by all the candid public photos that I’ve been seeing and wanted to make a story that had images that weren’t as focused on the main character like my past ones.

Enjoy!

Read the follow up here: https://www.tumblr.com/kemerooter/824603036143992832/new-guy-in-town

And would you prefer the possession to be temporary, or would you rather have it be a one-way trip? Especially considering the consequences in either scenario: In the first case, you’d end up in the body of your tormentor, someone associated with painful memories from your past. In the second, you’d find yourself in the body of an older man and have to come to terms with aging and leaving your former identity behind.

Could you imagine writing about a theme like this in one of your future stories?

Oh the father all the way. No question about that. I am and always will be a sucker for dads so if this bulky had a hit father you best believe that’s the body I’m stealing. Plus think it would be a much better way to get back at a bully by taking the person in his life he probably looks up to the most. From there I’m sure I could come up with plenty of way to torment and/or embarrass him from within his dads body.

As for whether I’d want it to be temporary or permanent, I’m not completely sure but I think I’m leaning a little towards permanent as crazy as that sounds. I mean if my one and only purpose for the swap was to get revenge on the bully then sure I’d make it temporary. However if the dad is hot enough, I’d be very very tempted to take his body permanently. As I said, I’m a sucker for hot dads so the thought of being one forever would be a tough deal to pass up.

It’s hard to say for certain what I’d chose but its probably more likely I’ll keep his body than not.

The package was on the doorstep.

He, 22 years old, wearing glasses, with short hair and an IT-guy physique, picked it up curiously. No sender. No address. Just his name handwritten on it.

He opened it.

Inside, a pair of checkered boxers. Red and black. Stains on the fabric. A strong, inviting smell of mold and sweat. Warm. Inexplicably warm.

"What a disgusting..." he muttered.

But his fingers trembled. He touched them. The fabric seemed to vibrate.

Try me.

He took off his pants. Put on the checkered boxers.

The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Damp.

Then it began.

A wave of heat exploded from his lower abdomen. Dense, powerful.

"Ah... what..."

His voice cracked. It dropped lower.

His muscles began to swell. His pectorals rose, enormous. His biceps exploded. His triceps became defined. Veins appeared.

"AH! YES!"

His shoulders snapped. They broadened. His back straightened.

His belly became slimmer. His abs emerged. Eight deeply carved sections.

His face. His glasses fell off. His hair began to fall out. Shaved. Completely shaved. Zero hair on his head.

His jaw snapped. His beard began to grow. Thick, dark, coarse. It covered his chin and cheeks. Thick mustache.

His armpits. The hair in his armpits thickened, wild, dark, smelly.

His skin darkened. It became olive-toned. Latino.

His body grew larger. His thighs exploded, his calves widened. His glutes lifted.

His penis grew. Swollen, hard. Pressing against the checkered boxers. Big bulge.

"AH! AH! FUCK!"

Sweat poured down. From his shaved head, his chest, his armpits. Smelly.

Then silence.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

A Latino man was looking back at him. Shaved. Muscular. Enormous pectorals, sculpted abs, veiny arms. Thick, coarse beard. Hairy, smelly armpits.

The checkered boxers were stretched to the limit. Big bulge.

He flexed. His biceps swelled, monstrous. 55 centimeters.

"Shit..." he muttered in a low, stupid voice. "I'm... big."

His brain was slow. Words were difficult.

"Ass. Lots of ass."

An idiotic grin.

He looked at his body. The muscles. The beard. The hairy armpits. The big bulge.

He laughed. A stupid laugh.

"Tonight... sex."

The anonymous package was gone. Now there was a man. Big, muscular, Latino, smelly, stupid.

The package arrived without a sender (a little gift from a friend).

He was a skinny 19-year-old white guy, with the secret dream of becoming a huge, hairy bodybuilder. He opened it with trembling hands.

Inside, a light blue jockstrap. Sky blue, almost luminous. The fabric was soft, elastic. Warm. Inexplicably warm.

His fingers touched it. A tingling sensation. An impulse.

Try me.

He took off his boxers. Put on the light blue jockstrap.

The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Perfect.

Then it began.

A heat exploded from his lower abdomen. Dense, powerful, like lava flowing through his veins.

"Ah..."

A moan. His voice lowered, becoming deep and hoarse.

His body. His skinny body began to swell. His muscles exploded. His pecs rose, becoming two enormous, heavy shields. His biceps exploded, 55, 60 centimeters. His triceps became defined. Veins surfaced, thick and bluish, running along his arms like ropes.

"AH! I FEEL IT!"

His shoulders jolted. They broadened, 80 centimeters. His back curved, his lats swelling like wings.

His waist narrowed. His abs emerged, eight deeply carved, defined blocks.

His thighs exploded. 75-centimeter quadriceps. His calves widened, 50 centimeters. His glutes lifted, becoming two firm, hard spheres.

The hair. Hair began sprouting everywhere. On his chest, wild, black, coarse. It covered his pecs like fur, descending in a V along his abdomen. On his arms, the hair grew thicker. On his legs, thick dark hair.

His jaw shifted. It broadened. His chin became massive. His beard began to grow. Thick, black, coarse. It covered his chin, cheeks, and upper lip.

His face. His face grew younger but matured. Nineteen, twenty, thirty, thirty-eight. He looked like a 38-year-old man. Mature, virile, muscular.

"AH! AH! FUCK!"

His penis. He felt his penis grow. Swell. Lengthen. Become enormous, long, heavy. It pressed against the light blue jockstrap, forming a huge, obscene bulge.

His body swelled even more. 130 kilos of pure muscle. Six foot three. Broad shoulders, massive chest, enormous arms. A true bodybuilder.

The final jolt. His entire body contracted. His muscles pulsing, tensing. Sweat streaming down in rivulets.

Then silence.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

A huge man was looking back at him. 38 years old. Muscular. Hairy. Bearded. Massive pecs covered in black hair, sculpted abs, veiny arms. Hairy, powerful legs.

The light blue jockstrap was stretched to its limit. His long cock pressed against the fabric. Huge bulge.

His mind. His thoughts had changed. Simple. Primitive.

Muscles. Mass. Fuck.

He sat down on the bed. Flexed his biceps. The muscles swelled, monstrous. 60 centimeters.

"Holy shit..." he muttered, his voice deep and stupid. "I'm huge."

His hand moved down to his hairy chest. The hair was coarse. Beneath it, the muscles were hard.

He looked at the bulge. His long cock pressed against the light blue jockstrap. He stroked it. He could feel its weight.

"I want to get even bigger. Bigger and bigger."

A stupid grin appeared on his bearded face.

The gym. Girls. Guys. Anyone.

"Tonight I'll fuck," he said. "Tomorrow, gym. Then I'll fuck. And then more gym."

He stood up. His huge body moved.

"And then..." He looked at his cock. "More fucking."

He was stupid. But he was happy. He was huge. Hairy. Powerful.