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My head throbbed and I felt more sore than I ever had in my life when I woke up this morning the sun peaking bright through my window. My bed strangely creaked and groaned as I attempted to turn over but when I opened my eyes reality hit me like a truck. Looking down at my body I was giant and hairy, much larger than my normal skinny body of Alex Henderson that was maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. I threw off the sheet and a monster dick that bobbed up and down almost matching my heartbeat and the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils. I panicked because what had slowly been spreading to my family for the last week had finally happened to me. Last Tuesday we were all gathered at home. Summer had just begun. My twenty year old sister had returned from college to study fashion while I was getting ready to leave to study marketing once summer ended. The whole world seemed to ripple for a minute and the sky seemed to change color for just a second and at first we didn’t notice anything different until we realized the internet didn’t work and the weirdest part we couldn’t leave the house we would just wind up back inside and the world continued on outside without us. I could have dealt with all that but the biggest change involved my family members morphing into copies of some of the men around town that I found most attractive. Worst of all they acted constantly horny like they were living in a porno and kept trying everything to get me to have sex with them. Don't get me wrong it would have been great all these hot guys throwing themselves at me but these sex obsessed fantasy guys were my family members. Even more strangely they would switch between acting like their old personality and their new one usually with a blink and shake of their head, it all was completely normal to them if I brought it up they looked at me like I was crazy.

My dad who luckily worked as an astrophysicist, a job I never understood but it came in handy when he said he recognized the pattern of the sky changing color from satellite imagery he studied last week and got to work in his basement office looking for a solution. Now looking in the bathroom mirror I was greeted not by my eighteen year old face but by the shocked face of Mr. Brown, my senior year history teacher and coach of the soccer team. I’d spent my senior year captivated by him the way his dress shirts would hug his bulky frame or how the smell of his cologne would invade my nostrils when I entered the classroom. My favorite way to spend the class period was hoping a student would ask him a question so he would bend down over their desk and I could get a look at his ass in his tight pants. After school I would sit in the bleachers hoping to see him running drills with the soccer team and working up a sweat in his gym shorts and tight school t-shirt. Now I had a front row seat to his naked body and it was even better than I imagined. Legs and thighs like tree trunks and a hairy body that exuded masculine energy and smell. His ass was even bigger than it looked in his dress pants. It felt great just to stand there and grab it with my much larger hands, eventually I worked my hands around to my stomach and down to my new dick. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never felt so much pleasure radiate through my body and I didn't want it to end ever. No, I had to stay focused this whole situation had to be reversed even if it meant I had to lose this gorgeous body, with none of the clothes in my dresser having a chance of fitting me now I went into my parents room and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that could cover me up. I had to find dad and see if he could help me, he said yesterday evening he was close to a breakthrough as he analyzed some more data last night.

After lumbering down the stairs which my new hefty body made difficult, I saw out on the patio the guy who used to be my sister Ashley now with the body of her boyfriend Brandon doing yoga. Who knew the soccer captain could be so flexible? He was out there doing the splits and several different yoga poses I didn’t know were possible especially for a guy. “Brandon, have you seen where dad is? I need to talk with him” I asked. “Oh hey Alex do you like the outfit I found in my closet? It's so cute and luckily it fits I don’t know why but none of my clothes seem to fit lately. I must have visited the dining hall too many times. Even my underwear is too small especially in the front and I don’t know why I’ve always crammed my dick and balls in there before and I never had an issue but now even my favorite pair almost ripped today, even these pants can barely hide my ass” he said his voice even in a noticeably higher pitch as he run his hands up his backside, his white pants stretched to their limit over his butt in the yoga pose he was in. He blinked and shook his head and smirked at me, his voice resuming its deeper pitch Brandon’s personality back in control, “hey looser come out here to stare at me while I stretch? Shit I would too look at me this body is perfection” he said flexing and rubbing his chest. “Here let me give you a better look”, then he began to remove his white pants and was now completely naked, his caramel colored body shining in the morning sunlight. “Take a look at this, all this yoga has really loosened me up. I’ve been working on this for hours pretty soon I’ll be able to entertain myself all day since you love to play hard to get.” He then sat on the ground and brought his foot up to his mouth and licked it all over with his large tongue, never breaking eye contact with me and I couldn’t look away. After each toe had been sampled he raised both his legs up and locked both of his feet behind his head and began to try and stretch his mouth toward the hard dripping appendage between his legs. I finally snapped out of it and ran inside. Well Brandon had been no help just like he was before all of this only caring about himself. I left him in the backyards legs behind his head damn that yoga really was helping I’m pretty sure I saw his tongue make contact with his dick although, I was distracted with him in that position I could clearly see his asshole and there something leaking out of it things just kept getting worse.

I tiptoed into the kitchen because my mom was a little unpredictable in her new body, a former twenty-seven year old convict Luke who worked at the mechanic that I took my cheap sedan to for tire and oil changes. I just had to spend those hours staring at him dripping in sweat while he worked on my car didn’t I. One minute he would be my happy mother asking me how my day was and calling me his sweet boy to Luke’s personality taking over swearing up a storm and scowling and asking me what the hell i was staring at. “Hey honey! If you wait just a second I can have a cupcake ready for you” It must have been a good day today, although it was still so weird to see his tatted up body wearing only my mothers apron and hearing his deep voice call me honey. Even more unsettling was the large protrusion below her waist that was sticking so obscenely in front of her it knocked over the can of baking powder on the counter when he turned to face me. “Sorry, stupid thing won’t go down. I already had Brandon let me release a load in his ass before I started baking but these balls are full again and I’m going to have to mop when I’m done baking, I’m dripping all over the floor. Be a dear and help me out, maybe just a little tongue action on my balls please” Then he lifted up his apron showing the giant dick and dangling balls I had seen too often over the last couple days. He was almost whimpering, biting his lip as his dick twitched and bobbed up and down and continued to leak on the floor. When I declined as I so often had to do in this house it was like a switch flipped and Luke’s harsher personality took over with a shake of his head. “You fucking ungrateful piece of shit, I work hard all day sweating my balls off cooking and cleaning and all I ask is for you to help me out when I need some release you’re fucking useless”. “Um yeah have you seen dad by chance” I asked hesitantly hoping to get out of here quickly. “Where do you think he is in his office downstairs fucking dumbass, God damn it I need a smoke”. He yelled, throwing his apron on the counter and pulling a cigarette from the front pocket, lighting up and blowing a large cloud of smoke in my direction, grumbling and flipping me off and beginning to work his hand rapidly up and down his glistening shaft. As I began to leave the oven timer dinged and Moms regular happy demeanor was back and as he bent over the oven to grab the cupcakes Luke shook his bubble butt and said, “oooooh yay cupcakes are done I’m going to save some icing you can lick it off my ass later honey. oh dang it, excuse my language son I just made more of a mess look at these new puddles on the floor” I needed to find Dad he said he was close to figuring out what was going on last night hopefully he had made a breakthrough because this house was driving me crazy.

My worst fear awaited me when I went down to dad’s office. There sitting on the couch was Jesse, a guy who worked at the local pizza place and was probably the worst body dad could have been put in. Yeah he was extremely hot, why else would he be here making things worse, he was also extremely dumb multiple times when I handed him cash for my pizza order it took him minutes to figure out my change. “Wait dude stop you’re cracking me up so, sure I’m some smart scientist whatever you say bro hahaha. Why would I use my brain for numbers and stuff that shit gives me a headache. You don’t need to use your brain when you look this good, check out these abs and this chest touch them if you want. Dude what the fuck stop crying you’re killing the vibes it’s bad enough my phone isn’t working can’t even pull up my favorite sites to take care of this problem” he said as he pulled down his grey shorts releasing his dick that smacked his stomach as it escaped its confines. “Can you send down the hottie in the yoga pants bro? I couldn't get enough of him last night he snuck down here and was doing the splits and shit while bouncing on my dick it was amazing.” “No dad please you can’t be stuck as this dumbass you’re supposed to figure out how to fix this mess, I don’t want to be old I’m supposed to be starting college in a few months” I began to cry even louder then Jesse blinked and shook his head an angry look appearing on his face as his nostrils flared and a vein popped on his forehead just like dad’s when we misbehaved as kids. “I will not have you swearing in my house young man, how dare you call me a dumbass. Get upstairs, I don't want to see you until dinner Alexander” I climbed the stairs, the stern and familiar expression of my dad already gone from Jesse’s face and replaced with his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he flexed and grouped his pecs any sign of my intelligent father gone. I arrived at the landing on the ground floor greeted by the sight of Brandon and Luke making out naked on the living room couch. “Finally he’s free, hurry up, let's get downstairs Luke, that guy down there is so hot we can share him” they high fived and ran downstairs giggling, their matching boners swinging between their legs with every step. I climbed the stairs back to my room, my only hope of escaping this nightmare gone.

You know I don’t remember what I was so worried about yesterday morning. I have this great body, huge dick, and a house full of hot guys who want to have sex with me everyday. This is paradise. I think this top really makes me look sexy. It kind of just appeared in my closet an hour ago how lucky is that!. I wonder if the boys will agree not that we’ll be in our clothes for a very long time. Damn it is that Luke moaning ugh only Jesse’s dick makes him squeal like that. I told them to wait for me.

Meanwhile in a galaxy three solar systems away…

Clark sat down in his living room sofa doom scrolling his way through after a full day. Really just the same routine as anyone else would when they go down the rabbit hole — it’s doom scrolling through Instagram Reels, Youtube Shorts, and even Tiktok

Every time though he’d come across ads from Amazon, some random bogus website, and finally one of those game ads where you can actually play it right then and there. “Damn it, not this again” he said after getting stuck on one game ad that froze his screen, unable to continue scrolling unless he completed the task.

The game was Super Adventures and it had a feature of creating your own superhero avatar so you could do missions in-game. The ad allowed you to customize your own avatar with specific traits and powers.

“Fine I’ll do it, ugh” Clark complained.

The ad for the game was simple enough, it had an avatar in the center and a selection of powers you can give it

On screen he chose the basic superhero powers that he knew Superman had — since he was named Clark after all, he thought why not just input those choices?

“Alright so just flight, super strength, invulnerability, speed, and laser vision” he said as he tapped his way through. After selecting the screen then showed the hero avatar — what caught his eye was it kind of looked like him but as if he were drawn like a comic book hero with an absolute unit of a body, one that would be impossible to attain without steroids he thought.

After that, he was finally able to continue doom scrolling. “Man, I hate these pesky ads” as he continued looking through reels of dog memes and funny accidents.

He started feeling tired so he got up from the sofa and made his way to his kitchen to get something to eat. What he failed to realize was — he wasn’t actually walking

As he “walked” past his living room mirror, he saw a glimpse of himself but what shocked him was his feet weren’t touching the ground at all. He dropped most of what he had been carrying to put away

“Whaaat the fuuu..” he exclaimed as he saw himself floating in mid-air. “This can’t be real…I-I’m just tired that’s all” he said worryingly closing his eyes. As he did, he floated back down to the floor as he felt the wood touch his feet.

“No way that could’ve been real” he said as he remembered he clicked “Flight” as one of the superhero options on that ad earlier

“Okay okay that might’ve just been a hallucination, breathe Clark” he said. But to fully dispel his worries, he thought of trying to lift the sofa to be sure the “Super Strength” didn’t apply.

Boy was he in for a trip.

As he positioned himself beside his sofa to try and lift it, it actually budged as if it were just made of a sheet of paper. What previously took him effort with a friend to even get into his apartment was now above his head with just one hand and with almost zero effort

“Ho—ho-okay this can’t be fucking real” Clark said with the sofa hoisted above him almost touching the ceiling. He then lowered it back down to make sure he doesn’t damage anything. He thought that if he now had that kind of strength, one wrong move would easily destroy anything

And that’s when his clothes practically exploded

With loud rips, his clothes practically exploded and tore off his body — why? — because it was as if massive muscles just piled up onto his frame without warning

His shirt and hoodie couldn’t have expected his entire torso to just suddenly pack on pounds of pure muscle mass — thick pillowy pecs, biceps as big as his head, an impossibly wide shoulders and back, 8-pack abs, and all supported by the most powerful set of legs that were now damaging his floor

“FUCK what the absolute FUCK!” He shouted as the rush of his body expanding that much was surprising as the past two powers

He looked down and decided to tear off the torn up fabric off his body to take a better look

As he got whatever was left of his shirt, hoodie, and joggers off his body (with incredible ease), he finally got to see his body in its newfound glory

First, he really couldn’t see much downwards as his heaving chest was now blocking the view. He instinctively gave them a flex and saw how thick and far they went as they bounced.

Second, he felt up his new arms that were now futher away from each other. He felt up the bicep that he couldn’t even wrap his new massive hand around and felt up every ridge and vein that was now there

Third, he propped up his shoulders and back feeling up the new wingspan. He guessed he would at least be double the previous width he was just a few minutes ago with how his lats were pushing his arms out and his shoulders being capped by bowling balls

Fourth, he finally peered down to look at his legs. This thighs alone were bigger than his previous waistline with all the muscle mass stuffed in there

“Fuck man, this can’t be happening for real can it?” He said as he flexed a bicep in the mirrors direction, catching it ball up as big as his head

As he walked to the window he couldn’t feel the floor again. “Might as well take this out on a test run” Clark said as he flew out of his apartment

As he zipped through the sky, he decided on landing just down on the street of his apartment building to test out his new muscles and strength

People on the sidewalk were shocked to find a man with barely enough clothes just land heroically out of nowhere.

Clark then tried lifting up a parked car on the road. Much to his excitement and wonder, the car weighed nothing more than a feather as he hoisted it above him like the sofa in his living room.

Unbenknownst to him while being distracted by his new powers, everyone got their phones out and was recording the behemoth lifting up a car with one hand.

Unbenknownst to him as well, he was lifting the car so high up because everyone stood only up to his lower pec height. He didn’t manage to check how the ad also affected his height as he towered over everyone on the street

“This is gonna be great” Clark said to himself as he put the car back down and flew off, leaving a crater on the road where he launched himself — “gotta go back and install that game” he said as he flew back to his apartment.

Epilogue

Clark, now alias Goliath, was back in his apartment after a long day fighting crime in the city as he doom scrolled his way through social media again having a bit of difficulty with the size of his phone versus the size of his hands

See, after downloading the game, he made more specific modifications to his superhero avatar — all for the better he thought — now being twice or thrice the size he previously was with just the ad version of the game.

“I guess some ads aren’t all that pesky, heh” he laughed to himself bouncing his now massive pecs.

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Credit to the owner of the first photo who’s also on here. Sorry the moment I saw it, I knew I had to make a story out of it.

Picture source: @blaumaavi

Clark finally saw light for what felt like he was in darkness for hours. The top of the box was removed that he had been trapped in. He wasn't sure what happened, but he last remembered being at the gym locker room. The locker room grew in size. A massive hand scoped him up and placed him in a box and sealed it shut. When the box lid was removed, he was surprised who was staring down at him. It was the employee he had fired a month ago for trying to blackmail him. He had thought he was done seeing him after evidence was shown of what he tried to do.

"Well, look at you now." William smirked. "Last time we met, you had the power. Now, it's a complete reversal." He laughed at the frightened tiny man.

"William?" Clark paused as he saw that William was giant size compared to him. He figured he must have been at most 5" tall now. He was way smaller than his size 14 foot. He was in a powerless situation. "How has it been?" He asked, hoping to garner some kind of sympathy to let him go. He remembered having police escort him out of the building and being proud of that fact.

"You should know. I have been struggling to get a really good paying job." William picked Clark out of the box and placed him on the floor in front of his giant feet. "Had you done what your master told you and things would have been different for both of us." He added.

"You know I couldn't have done it. I would have been in trouble." Clark pleaded. "Besides, I only worshipped your feet a couple of times."

"It was enough to make you my boy." William continued. "I told you what would happen if you didn't obey like a good boy. Now, you see." He smirked as he hoved his foot over Clark. He slowly lowered his foot on top with enough pressure to pin him down but not crush him. He felt the tiny figure squirming under his massive socked foot. He laughed at the futile attempt to escape from beneath it. He lifted his foot.

"I can get you rehired, okay. Just put me back to normal size." Clark begged, realizing that his fate was now in the hands of the employee he fired a month ago. He just toyed with him under his foot. He could have easily crushed him if he wanted to, completely ending his life. "Or I could give you at least $10K." He also offered, hoping for some sign of mercy.

"You don't get it, tiny slave. I said there would be consequences for not obeying your master." William paused. "You now live as a tiny slave and toy to service my giant feet. Let me show you what not obeying me will cost you this time." He smirked as he slammed his other foot on the floor next to Clark. He saw him jump with fear.

Clark felt the floor shake from the massive stomp. He realized that if he was under that foot, his bones would be crushed instantly. Even if he survived, he would be in extreme pain from broken bones.

"Now, who am I, my tiny slave?" William asked with his arms folded.

"Master William," Clark responded with fear of being crushed under his giant master's foot.

"And who are you?" William asked the next question.

"Your tiny slave and toy, Master William." Clark responded, scared to anger his now giant master who he had thought he had escaped by getting him fired.

"Now you see your fate is forever to be at my feet, my tiny toy slave." William raised his foot and lowered it slightly towards Clark. "Worship your giant master's foot, like a good little toy." He smirked with his arm folded.

Clark saw he was once again powerless, but this time on a permanent basis. William had all the control and he had none this time. There would be no escaping his master this time around. He either obeyed or saw his life end under his master's massive foot without the slightest empathy. He reached up and started kissing his master's socked foot. He also licked the sock even though it tasted nasty. He had to please his giant master if he wanted to live at least.

A few months ago, I had been excited to receive an internship at Stuprum Financial. I don't know what I expected... fetching coffee, delivering mail, maybe getting a special project or something? Instead, I've spent the entire time doing data entry work, taking numbers from one spreadsheet and typing them into another one. It was the sort of mind-numbing busywork that could have been automated, if the owners had been willing to pay the money to make it happen. But they were too cheap to hire programmers, so here I am. If it hadn't been for my boss, I would have quit after the first day.

Not that he's a good boss, mind you-- Landon is a complete asshole, as a matter of fact. But the man is amazing eye candy, and I'm getting paid to sit at a cubical with direct line of sight into his office. He's the sort of dominant alpha who pretends that weaker men like me don't even exist. I should probably be angry that my boss barely gives me the time of day, but it means that I can stare at him for hours and he never seems to notice. It helps that he's too busy getting his dick wet as much as possible.

He's fucked all of the female interns at least once, though I know he has his favorites. There's no way any competent manager would have kept Miranda as an employee unless they were getting something else out of the deal, and Landon was definitely getting full access to what were... at least D cups? I'm a gay man, I don't know how to estimate cup sizes. I just know I have to fix all of Miranda's mistakes while she's getting railed during her 'private mentoring' sessions. The man is insatiable-- when he's not fucking a coworker, he's masturbating under his desk. I don't know when he finds time to get any work done, but that's not my problem.

Friday is one of his busier days-- the owners leave early, which means he doesn't have to be as stealthy while he fucks the women who work under him. He's got it down to a science by now-- one after lunch, and another one right before we leave for the day. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me into his office at the end of the day instead.

"You wanted to see... me... sir?" I said, my words trailing off as I walked in to see my boss standing in his office, with his shirt pulled apart to reveal his hairy chest. "Sir, what are you--"

"Shut the door behind you," he barked. "I've seen the way that you look at me, Bobby. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" To my shock, he started removing more of his clothes. "Honestly, I'm a bit flattered. And I thought, why not reward you with something you'd want?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sort of trap? Was he actually bisexual? I didn't know and I didn't care. I kicked off my shoes and started pulling at my tie with a shaky hand.

He leaned in, close enough for me to be able to smell his musk. "You'd do anything to have this body, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck. Make me an offer." God, hearing his voice whispering into my ear turned me on in the worst way.

"Can-- can I suck you off?" I blurted out.

Landon briefly smiled at me before placing his hand on my shoulder and shoving me to my knees. "I accept your terms," he said. "First you suck me off, and then you can have this body." His hand slipped down to his waistband, unleashing the thickest eight inches of manhood I had ever seen.

I was quite the cocksucker in college, but this dick was almost too much for even me to handle. It took all of my concentration to avoid gagging, especially once he grabbed my head and started thrusting. He was clearly focused on speed, and it didn't take long before his salty load hit the back of my throat. I was licking the excess off of his shaft when my vision started to blur.

"It's like I said. You suck me off, and then you can have my body." The speaker was high-pitched and a bit nasally... but also really familiar, somehow. I shook my head, trying to get my eyes to focus again. Someone who could have been my twin was kneeling in front of me, while I... my arms were massive now, and a quick grope of my body confirmed the presence of chest hair that I'd never been able to grow before. Had we switched bodies? But that was impossible! I looked over to the small mirror on my boss's desk, only to find his face staring back at me.

"Congratulations," my old body said. "You are now Landon Wagner. And now I'm Bobby Fischer. The next few days might have a bit of a learning curve, but I'm sure you'll get over it."

My hand started absentmindedly playing with my nipples as I tried to process what was happening. "I don't... I don't understand. You're probably the sexiest man I've ever met in real life." I could feel the excitement building in my chest, but life was never this kind to me. There had to be some sort of catch. "Why would you want to... are you really just giving all of this away?"

My former boss just shrugged. "That's right, Bobby. I mean, Landon. Get used to your new life, because I am not switching back."

Something about his calm tone of voice was making me start to panic. "My life sucks, why would you want mine? Look, I'm honored, sir, but I... I don't know the first thing about being you." I didn't know what the catch was, yes, but there was no way it was worth it. "This is-- no, we have to switch back. Switch us back!"

"Oh, God no," he said, pausing to stare at me as he started putting his clothes back on. "I'm Bobby Fischer, the stand-out intern who's about to get an offer for permanent employment. And when my bosses figure out that my work is high quality, as if I have decades of experience? Shit, I'll be climbing that ladder in no time. Sure, I'll have to start over at the gym, but that's nothing I can't handle.

"Meanwhile, you? C'mon, Landon, did you really think you could fuck all of the interns without HR noticing?" He started laughing at me as a wave of sickening nausea ran through my body. "You weren't getting away with it, they were just building a case against you. Shit-- your ass is grass. Gotta learn how to keep it in your pants, bro! You let the thrill of the chase get to your head, and now you're about to lose it all. They're gonna fire you, Landon. It's not an 'if', it's a 'when'."

I collapsed to the floor, trying to process everything that was happening to me. I finally got to mess around with my hot boss-- I got to become my hot boss-- only now I was stuck with his shitty life? I would be stuck dealing with his fallout while he gets to take my clean reputation and bail out without any consequences. Well, other than the consequence of trying to make something positive out of my own shitty life, I guess.

All I could do was watch as the new Bobby Fischer walked out of my new office, leaving me alone and half naked on the floor.

So, this is me now. Becoming my toxic alpha bro boss was... not something I would have planned, but hey-- it could be worse, right? Honestly, I'm still not sure which of us ended up with the short end of the stick. He's definitely got a higher ceiling for success-- but that's only if he can get promoted all of the way back up. I'm sure that would be a ton of money... but until then, he's only getting a junior salary, and he's stuck in my body to boot. Regaining the muscles he used to have takes time, and he's stuck with that baby face no matter what he does.

“Well thanks for the body, stud,” my own voice said, loud and cocky.

The thief stood tall in my skin, pulling my shirt off and rolling my broad shoulders back with a satisfied groan. He stretched luxuriously, arms raised high, then let his strong hands slide down my former chest, squeezing the thick, hairy pecs I’d spent years building. His fingers traced over my abs, clearly loving every ridge and cut.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, using my smooth, deep voice. “This feels even better than I imagined.”

Then he winked at me.

At me, a now pathetic, wheezing old man collapsed in the sand. I tried to stand, but this disgusting body fought me the entire way. My knees cracked. My massive gut spilled heavily over the waistband of stained swim trunks. Thick, liver-spotted hands sank into the sand as I struggled to push myself up. Every breath felt like fire in my weak lungs.

He laughed, using my laugh, and turned slightly, looking over his shoulder. With a filthy grin, he reached back and playfully jiggled my muscular ass through the shorts I’d been wearing. The firm cheeks bounced perfectly under his touch.

“Look at this thing,” he taunted, giving it another firm slap. “So tight and perky. Never had an ass this good before.”

Then his hand slid around to the front. He grabbed the growing bulge through my shorts, giving it a slow, shameless squeeze. His fingers wrapped around the thick outline of my stolen cock, stroking it once through the fabric as it hardened even more.

“Mmm… and this fat dick,” he groaned loudly, still palming it. “Heavy. Thick. Already leaking for me. I’m definitely putting this to good use.”

People nearby were openly staring now. A couple of guys smirked. Someone whistled. He ate up the attention, still groping my bulge while flexing my free arm.

“I’m gonna take real good care of this beefcake,” he announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll make sure this body gets used way better than you ever did.

He gave my ass one final, mocking slap, then strutted off down the beach like he owned the world. My broad back flexed with every confident step. My ass and bulge looked incredible in my shorts. Heads turned as he passed.

Everyday I would see him. I eventually got his name as Daniel.

One day I was going in and I immediately was transported to the weight section. I was confused. I turned around and saw Daniel. I put up my hand to wave. Daniel done the same. I put pit down my hand. Daniel done the same. I flexed. Daniel flexed. I look down and instead of seeing fat I see mussels. I look around and see my body walking towards me.

"Do you like it Johnny?" My body said.

"Daniel? Is that you in there?"

"Yes Jonny. The last month I've seen you are keen to be healthy. So I decided to swap our bodies. You will be me. I'll be you. You will experience what it's like to have a 6 pack. All I ask is don't do anything stupid eat healthy and go to the gym"

I agreed and we went our separate ways. I grab my package and immediately run to the toilets. I remove my tight trousers and start playing with my new member. I have not experience so much pleasure in my life

"Dear reader,

Happy birthday. 22 now. Here is a hat. Whenever you put it on and think of one person. You will turn into them.

Enjoy"

Weird message I thought. I go into my bathroom. I open my phone and get a text from my step dad saying happy birthday. I put my new hat on to see what I look like. My step dad immediately is in the reflection. I freak out. Then remember the note.

I smile and flex my mussels. Its really weird seeing my step dads body as my own. But weirdly cool. I have always seen him as a father figure. Now I am that figure.

Paul steps over the line tearing into his boss' daughter for her terrible first draft. Unable to engage with Juan Carlos, the unrealistic horny Latino stud of a protagonist, Paul's going to really find out what it's like to live as a character with nothing but sex on the mind.

For all his valid criticisms at least Paul will now get to chill out and enjoy himself! Similarly, hope you enjoy this one! -Occam

“Juan Carlos walked his hot sexy ass in to the bar and when he did every little horny twink had his eyes on him. ‘Ayyy papi you’re so sexy!’ One of them said, hornily.” Paul sighed heavily as he dropped the manuscript littered with red ink back onto his desk. “Okay, Stacy. I hope you understand that I’m not going to be moving forward with you on this one.”

Paul had been so excited for this novel. It was supposed to be his first ‘fun’ project in at least a calendar year. His boss has been relentlessly on his ass about pleasing their publishing house’s biggest client, a major cookbook studio, and this was supposed to be his big reward. 

‘It’ll be the next gay YA best seller!’ ‘Yer gonna love it!’ ‘Won’t even need to polish this diamond!’ Really he should’ve read between the lines and realized that his boss was talking about the CEO’s daughter Stacy’s latest attempt to force her way into the creative world. 

Speaking of the devil, she sits opposite him, mouth hanging open halfway to her faux fur coat. Apparently surprised to not have another door opened by her daddy the CEO, Stacy’s eyes begin to well up as the editor attempts to do his job. “Like, do you mean we’re not moving forward because it’s already go to go? Like, it’s ready to print?”

“No Ms. McClure, I do not mean that. I don’t believe we will be moving forward with anything unless you decide to completely start this project from scratch.”

Mascara designed to trail down her cheeks with tears does just that as she lets fly her waterworks, “But daddy said you’d freaking make this the next big thing Paul! He said you could make it the next Heated Rivalry!” 

"You sound kinda hot"

Jake didnt respond, not thinking it was about him.

"You, Jaketheedawg24" the male voice said.

He had just started playing this new competitive game. Usually he was shit at shooters, but he seemed to pick it up pretty fast.

"Uh, thanks?" Jake said mousishly, his voice high and whiny.

Jake stared down at himself, his shorts cutting into his fat stomach, pooling over his waist. He had never been very attractive, insecurities present as soon as they could even be formed.

Now a 50 year old business man, his efforts of dieting and working out fell flat.

A tingling sensation gripped his throat, he cleared it as his adams apple dropped. His voice lowering like puberty had just hit him.

"I'm serious, you sound like you're six feet tall"

He doubled over, head almost hitting the keyboard as his spine and legs lengthened, he moaned into his headset mic trying to keep composure. His hands were still on his mouse and keyboard playing the game effortlessly despite the pain spreading throughout his body.

"F-fuck" his voice cracked as it continued to deepen.

"What? Are you taller?"

The heat tbefame more intense as his torso stretched, spreading out his fat more evenly- making him look leaner.

He sat up and cleared his throat again.

"Uh, I'm 6'5" his voice sounded slugish, but deep, not remembering that he was 5'7" just a second ago.

"Damn that's hot, i bet you're hella ripped with a voice like that."

The feeling came back again as his shoulders broadened. He rolled them back, feeling his muscles become energized. His pecs inflated out becoming thick muscular slabs of meat. Abs carved themselves into his stomach as his body fat drained from him.

He flexed his arm as it grew bigger, his hands huge and veiny. A cocky grin came across his face.

"I workout 5 days a week" he grunted.

"F'fuck" the voice managed to say through heavy breathing. It sounded like he was jacking off.

"Are you jacking off too?"

Without thinking Jaked pulled out his cock, wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft as his dick got harder.

"Yeah" his own breath slightly hitched as his hands explored his length.

"I bet you're a huge top, super dominant. Fuckin people with your huge dick right?"

He almost came as his dick expanded in his hand, his grip widening as it became thicker, heavier. He moaned loudly as his cock pushed longer, the head of his giant dick leaking pre.

"Bet you're handsome as hell and get anyone you want, cocky bastard"

His face sucked any remaining fat in as his jawline became more defined. His eyebrows shifting into a permanent thick furrow, his brown graying hair becoming perfect shaggy waves.

Jake couldn't take it anymore, he came, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his chest. His seed dripped down the canyon of his abs like a river.

"Did you just cum?" The voice asked.

"Wanna see a pic?" Jake smiled, not remembering his past.

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