Naamloos

One of Soma old friends named Fort was going to the store to decide the best gift for him. He was so excited to finally to make things official with his new boyfriend Soma.

When he left the store late at night, he was getting ready to go home. However, he was not alone, for he had a predator was stalking him through the night as he went home, not expecting after experiencing the best high of his life that is intoxicated with the feeling of love, someone would be looking to end it.

As Fort went into the alley to take a short cut to his street, a man who wearing black with a hood shouted,

“You lost”

“No, sir, I’m just taking a short cut to my house”, said Fort.

“I think you are” said the man.

Why’s that? said Fort with a confused look.

“Because you went the wrong way, but don’t worry, you will know soon”, the man hinting at what he about to do.

He reveals his face to be no other than Soma adopted brother named Antro. Realizing this Fort responded,

“Aren’t you Soma brother, it’s good to meet you”

“Well I can’t say the same and Soma can’t either” as he he proceeded to grab Fort and throw him with what would appear to be super human strength but just strength as he then proceeds to beat up the defenseless Fort unable with brute force near a each of his life. When done Antro remarks,

“This is a message from Soma to you, stay away from my brother or I and my friends will finish the job”

“You understand, I want a answer”

Fort barely able to speak says,

“Yes”

Coughing up blood while forcing out a response.

“I’m glad we understand each other, you’ll live a healthy life, thought it doesn’t seem that way now, have a good night” Antro responded with sarcasm.

Scared and terrified of these events, he made every attempt to not talk to Fort since then.

Over a decade later, after going to a psychologist to heal from this event, he begins to make attempts at social engagement by reentering in society by interacting with people like him, who are more free to be themselves and suffer less for it.

Despite many meet ups and sexual encounters, no one gave him the same feeling that Soma did, recalling his dark hair and clear light skin and his sweet voice, the voice of a boy slowly becoming a man. He showed strength in vulnerability and despite the incident, hoped to meet him again.

However, something interesting happens, after one particular conversation with a certain man from the gay bar, he begans to mention Soma as someone who had a one night stand with one of his homeboys. This begins to reignite the hope of being reacquainted with his former love and friend. So he resolved to go the gay bar in hopes of meeting Soma again. So each night, he visited the bar and interacting with guys that came near him and at times, even a few night stands to relieve some sexual tension, he continued to look for Soma

After time passed, he finally meet him, but he was completely different, Soma was taller, he had a mustache looking like a character from invincible comic and he was more outgoing, not like in nature but more of a wild bachelor. For a moment, Fort wasn’t sure that it was Soma and so he build his confidence inward and approached him sitting at the bar enjoying drinks.

Now at this time, Fort is unaware that Antro is still possessing Soma’s body who is only a passenger in his mind.

“Hey, what’s up, says Fort.

“Sup dude, what’s up”, said Soma(Antro) dabbing him up as if he is one of his bros.

“Pretty wild night, huh, anything could happen right, said Fort.

Man, you knew around here, it’s wild every night dude. I literally be getting topped every night and it’s fucking amazing bro, said Soma(Antro).

So what high school you went to, said Fort.

Oh, that’s been a century, I’m guessing Longwood High School. says Soma(Antro).

No way man, I used to go there until I moved until I decided to just get a G.E.D., says Fort.

Wow that sounds better than what I did, I became a robber, said Soma(Antro) losing his focus after many drinks.

“A robber, wasn’t your brother Soma a robber that ended up in jail a decade back”, said Fort.

Oh, right, yea uh that brother of mine, he was a robber that was sent to jail, said Soma(Antro).

See little did Soma(Antro) know, Fort had info on Soma from his many times at the bar and neighborhood and was aware of Soma bachelor degree as a psychologist to be and was pretty good at it and got his own place.

So feeling something off with him, he decided to lead it a different way.

“Hey Soma, why don’t we take this to a room” said Fort.

“Yea, let’s get room bro, said the drunken Soma(Antro).

Once they got to the room, Soma(Antro) made advances toward Fort, but he didn’t sense this in Soma character.

But what really summed of Fort suspicion was how sloppily Soma kissed which was nothing like the first kiss.

Ok, that’s enough, said Fort.

So you wanna jump into it I see, alright, you want to bottom or top, I’ll make a acception for you bro. said Soma(Antro) still drunk as he start removing his shirt to strip naked.

“You really don’t remember me, we were close friends, we hung out for a year and we shared a kiss, an old friend,” said Fort.

“Friends, no I don’t have friends”, says the real Soma who came through but fighting Antro control.

Never had friends, what do you mean, Soma, says Fort.

No, you betrayed me, they always betrayed me, I can’t trust anyone, still struggling to fight Antro possession.

I never betrayed you Soma, said Fort.

Lies, my brother said you would betray me and you did, said Soma still fighting.

I didn’t betray you, I was hurt, your brother said you never wanted to see me again and got me beat up.”

“My life was never the same sense then and strange enough, I still loved you, said Fort.

You, you keep trying to steal Soma from me, I said to never come near him again, now I’m gonna finish the job, said Antro coming through again.

And so a fight breaks out in the room back and forth they were equal for a moment but Fort couldn’t bring himself to hurt Soma and gives in but before he lands a punch, Soma regains control through will power.

His desire to protect Fort or power of love whatever it will, gave him willpower to fight Antro inside him.

Antro get out of my body, shouting Soma as he fought Antro who was slowly getting forced out.

Seeing what’s going on with Soma, he aided by giving his hand in pulling Antro’s hand and the visible parts of his upper body out of Soma.

Together they both succeed in separating Antro from Soma’s body and after a few minutes, he awakens completely drained from the fight and possession.

You ok, Soma, said Fort.

Yea I’m good, I’m sorry for what happened to you by Antro years back, said Soma.

“It’s ok, I just wish I could get justice for the both of us,”

“So, what can we do now?”, said Fort.

I know, when I was being possessed by Antro, I also had access to his thoughts, knowledge on how he acquired possession knowledge.

Soma, I’m not going through all that to just possess someone, said Fort.

I know, I have the knowledge of possession memorized, I’ll tell you what to do, said Soma.

So Soma pass this knowledge to Fort to get revenge on Antro for the psychological torment for the past for him and Soma.

After a few minutes, Fort mastered the skill perfectly and jumped in Antro and sense he was unconscious, he couldn’t fight back.

So, how does it feel, said Soma.

It feels like a bunch of testosterone raging out of control, I’m not saying I feel bad for him, but it’s like I have to dominate, said Fort(Antro)

Well it’s a shame he’s not gonna get that, what should we do, said Soma.

“Well I need you to dominate me, Soma.”

“Show me how to be humble.” said Fort.

Well, I guess you been a pretty bad boy for a while, ahaha, said Soma as he making out with Fort in Antro’s body.

So he made out passionately with Fort in Antro, after some filling of lust he began pushing him on the bed saying,

It’s time I take care of that ass, said Soma.

Soma then removes his underwear and then Antro’s underwear as he begans to stick his big dick in his ass using the sweat from there bodies as lubricant. “Don’t fight back, says Soma as he press Fort’s in Antro hands against the bed as he thrust his asshole. As this happened, Fort felt great waves of pleasure inside him, of course the sign showed when his cock Antro cock begins to stick up. Fort wanted to stroke his new rod so bad, but Sona would not let him, tormenting Antro’s body with feeling but not the ability to release at will. Soma continued until his own climax build up as he eventually released his manly load into Antro’s asshole.

Not long after, an orgasm came with moans and groans from Fort in Antro’s voice and he begin squirting Antro’s happy juice all of the bed in a copious amount.

All sexually spent, they lay Soma wrapping Fort in his embrace as his dick is still comfortably planted in Antro’s ass.

Mocking what Antro’s said in the past, Soma says,

“You look like you enjoyed yourself, ahaha, said Soma as he and Fort laughed.

Six months have passed since that day and Soma and Fort are in a deeper relationship. They now live together in Soma apartment.

Fort still possess possessing Antro’s body and occupying it since that day. I mean Antro wasn’t doing much with his life anyway and had no place to truly stay but at the same time he needed to pay for the 10 years of trauma he gave Soma and Fort.

Soma returned from work and saw Fort in the house,

Hey babe, I’m so glad to see you, how was work today, said Fort(Antro).

Brilliant love, you know how psychology works, saving one mind at a time, says Soma.

What about yourself, Fort or should I say Antro, said Soma with a hint of humor.

Hey in public, I’m Antro, but at home, you can call me Fortitude, aha, said Fort with a sense of humor and laughter.

But for the most part I’ve went to the gym lifted weights and honestly, I went to the gym before this, but I developed a liking to fighting sports, maybe even boxing, said Fort.

I know, you seem to be having a bit too much fun, said Soma.

I mean I know this is punishment and pleasure but he would have benefited physically more than me when this is all over, well if I even want to leave, said Fort.

He gonna see the world differently for sure when this is over, it’s only fair, he did do me some good, but the justice is for you though, plus he can be open as himself instead of possessing other homosexual like he did me, said Soma.

Oh well, hey you wanna go to the movies later and the a special dinner to eat, said Fort.

I don’t know, what are we eating, said Soma.

It special, I can’t tell you, hahaha, said Fort with a since of humor.

And so they continue to live together and enjoy the time lost and to come. As for Antro, he will fulfill his punishment but will be let go of the possession with an understanding of what it’s like to be controlled, dominate and humiliated.

As part of a trade for @occamstf. Also, some of my stories are old, and if you wanted to rewrite them, use similar concepts, do a "remake" etc please reach out! Happy to collab and get your spin on one of my old stories!

Tristan tried to weave in between the sweaty bodies of several shirtless frat bros, doing his best to avoid spilling the beer in his red solo cup. The smell of beer and cheap cologne clung to them, which only made Tristan feel dizzy. Worst yet, the music was loud, so loud that he could barely hear himself think.

"This was a mistake." He thought as he escaped the crowd of people and leaned up against the wall in the corner of the frat house, "At least I gave it a try."

Tristan was never someone who imagined he'd enjoy the party scene, but given that it was nearing the end of his freshman year, he figured he should at least give it a try. At least he knew now that parties were not his thing, and neither was the beer in his still nearly full red solo cup.

"Where'd they go?" He preened his neck to see if he could locate his friends from the dorm, "I shouldn't leave without them."

But after a few minutes of searching, he decided to give up. He'd text them and check in on them in the morning. And with that, he made his way towards the door. But before Tristan could reach the front door, somebody bumped into him, splashing the beer across his hoodie.

"I'm sorry!" Tristans squeaked out, looking down at his beer soaked shirt, "I didn't mean..."

The apology died in his throat. The guy he'd bumped into was huge. Not just tall. Huge. Broad shoulders stretched the sleeves of a gray fraternity shirt. Thick forearms crossed over a chest that looked like it had been carved out of granite. A backwards baseball cap sat low on his head, and even in the dim party lighting Tristan could see the confident grin spreading across his face.

"Dude."

"S-sorry."

"Damn dude." The guy barked out a laugh, "There you go again."

"Wh-what?"

"Apologizing."

"S-sorry?"

The guy burst out laughing, as did the group of jocks behind him. Tristan felt his face turn red and he looked down. But he felt a muscular arm thrown around his shoulders and he was pulled in close to the guy's sweaty, muscular torso. Up close, Tristan could smell sweat, deodorant, and stale beer clinging to the guy's shirt. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but somehow the guy seemed completely unaware of it. Or maybe he simply didn't care.

"Name's Ryan." He said, "You?"

"Tristan."

"Freshman?"

"Y-yeah."

"Figured." Ryan smirked, and Tristan could see something predatory flash through the frat bro's eyes, "You gonna take that off." He nodded towards the beer-soaked hoodie.

"I-I'll change when I get home." Tristan replied quickly.

"No you fuckin' won't." Ryan pulled Tristan towards the stairs, "I ain't letting a freshman walk home soaked in shitty beer. I've got something for you in my room."

"I really don't need..."

"Yeah, you do."

Ryan didn't even slow down. He kept a hand planted firmly on Tristan's shoulder as he guided him up the stairs. Tristan was struck by how easily the larger man moved through the crowded house. People stepped aside without even seeming to realize they were doing it. A few called Ryan's name. Others nodded in greeting. Ryan answered every one of them with the effortless confidence of someone completely at home.

"Seriously," Tristan said as they reached the second floor landing, "you don't have to do this."

"Yeah. I do."

Ryan pushed open a door near the end of the hallway and stepped inside. The room looked exactly how Tristan imagined a fraternity president's room would look.

"You like?"

Sports memorabilia covered the walls. Framed photographs showed Ryan posing with teammates, fraternity brothers, and various championship trophies. A collection of baseball caps hung above a dresser. The room smelled faintly of detergent, deodorant, and the lingering musk of somebody who spent most of his time either at practice or in the gym.

"It's... nice." Tristan replied.

"Good, glad you like it."

"You play football?" Tristan asked, nodding toward one of the trophies.

Ryan laughed, "Played. Graduating in three weeks."

Tristan watched as Ryan yanked his shirt off, revealing his physique. The guy was built. Not in the exaggerated way movie superheroes were built. Ryan looked real. Years of football, lifting, and hard training had left thick muscle packed across his shoulders, chest, and arms. Ryan caught him staring.

"What?"

Tristan immediately looked away, "Nothing."

"Bullshit." Ryan laughed and tossed the fraternity shirt onto the bed, "You were checking out the gains."

"N... No... I..."

"It's okay." Ryan walked up to him, "You like it, don't you?"

"It's not..."

"C'mon bro, stop fuckin' playing." Ryan grinned, "Everyone wants this." His hands suddenly pulled at the hem of Tristan's shirt, "Let's see what we're working with here."

Before Tristan could object, Ryan grabbed the hem of his beer-soaked hoodie and peeled it over his head. The cool air of the room immediately hit Tristan's skin. He instinctively folded his arms across his chest, suddenly aware of how much smaller he looked standing in front of the jock. Ryan slowly nodded. A smile spread across his face.

"You'll do."

"What are you...?"

But Ryan was suddenly on his knees, looking up at Tristan with a smirk. And before Tristan could react, Ryan was fumbling with his belt.

"I need this, bro." Ryan said.

"Wait... I..." Was this really happening? Tristan could never imagine that a guy as hot as this would ever...

"You want this, don't you?"

"Y-yeah..." Tristan bit his lip.

"There we go, bro."

As Ryan pulled Tristan’s pants down, letting them pool around his ankles, he leaned forward and looked up. His eyes locked onto Tristan’s with an unyielding, dominant confidence. The heat of Ryan's breath hit Tristan's cock just a second before his lips made contact. The moment Ryan took Tristan into his mouth, a strange, electric jolt shot through both of them.

"Oh god..." Tristan moaned. This was his first BJ and god it felt better than he could've possibly imagined. Ryan's tongue worked the head of his hard cock, and he could feel the jock's firm hands grasp his skinny ass.

And as Ryan rhythmically bobbed his head, his hands gripped Tristan’s thighs tightly. And as he gripped harder, Tristan’s thighs, typically lean and soft, felt a sudden, internal surge. The muscle fibers beneath the skin began to swell and density doubled. At the same time, Ryan grunted as his heavy, square jawline that had defined his face for years began to soften, the sharp angles rounding out. His grip on Tristan's thighs wavered as his own fingers lost a fraction of their calloused thickness, shortening and becoming smoother.

"Wait..." Tristan choked out, his hands trembling as he gripped his own newly expanding legs. "Ryan, what... what are you doing to me? What is this?"

Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. His lips were wrapped firmly around Tristan’s cock, his head bobbing with an intense, deliberate rhythm. But looking down, Tristan saw a frightening yet mesmerizing change overtaking the older man. Ryan’s massive, boulder-like shoulders were visibly losing their breadth. The thick, rigid muscles of the jock's back were softening, compressing inward, collapsing into a much smaller, slighter frame.

A sudden, sharp pressure bloomed in Tristan’s own chest. He arched his back, crying out as his ribcage expanded with a loud, deep pop.

"Ah! Oh god, my chest!"

Tristan watched in absolute awe as his narrow torso erupted outward. Layers of dense, heavy pectoral muscle sheeted across his skin, stretching his pale flesh until it turned a healthy, sun-kissed golden-tan. His collarbones broadened, pushing his shoulders out so wide that he had to brace his feet against the floor just to keep his balance. He felt massive. He felt heavy. And he reached up to give his new pecs a squeeze with his increasingly thicker hands. He grunted at the feeling of the firm flesh beneath his palm and let out another moan as Ryan's pace quickened.

"Ryan... fuck..."

Down below, the hands gripping his thighs had completely changed. They were no longer the rough, calloused hands of a football captain; they were smaller, the fingers shorter and smoother. They were Tristan's hands.

Ryan let out a muffled, desperate grunt against Tristan's length, his eyes squeezed shut. The backward baseball cap sitting on Ryan's head suddenly slipped, sliding down a face that was rapidly losing its sharp, hyper-masculine definition. Ryan's jawline was shrinking, the bone structure shifting and rounding into a softer, much more delicate shape.

"Ryan, stop! Look at me!" Tristan pleaded, but the voice that left his throat completely shocked him. The high-pitched, nervous squeak of a freshman was gone. Instead, a deep, resonant rumble vibrated through his expanded chest... a rich, commanding baritone that belonged entirely to the man on his knees. "My voice... I sound like... you?"

Ryan squeezed Tristan's thicker ass, as if to reassure him. And then, without hesitating, continued to suck him off. Tristan moaned as he felt his cock start to lengthen in Ryan's mouth. Becoming girthier, thicker. All the while, the bulge in Ryan's pants became less impressive.

"S..Stop... wh-what is this?"

He looked down at his arms. His thin, spindly forearms were ballooning, thick veins pulsing beneath the skin as rock-hard muscle packed itself around his bones. Right before his eyes, a faint, dark ink began to bleed upward through his skin, settling into the exact shape of the fraternity tattoo Ryan was sporting earlier.

Ryan finally pulled back, gasping for air, and looked up at Tristan.

Tristan stared down, his breath catching in his throat. He was looking at himself. Ryan’s face had completely transformed into Tristan’s own fresh-faced, wide-eyed freshman features. His messy, soft brown hair fell into his eyes, and his expression was entirely devoid of his previous swagger, replaced by a vulnerable, submissive awe.

"I'm... I'm you," Tristan whispered, his large, heavy hand instinctively reaching up to touch his own face. His fingers brushed against a rugged, broken nose bridge and thick jaw, "And you're... you're me."

The boy on his knees smiled, a soft, tired, yet incredibly satisfied expression crossing his newly acquired, youthful face.

"I'm graduating, bro," Ryan whispered, his voice now carrying Tristan's exact light, breathless tone. He looked up at his own former body with a mixture of relief and envy. "I don't want to leave. I'm not ready for the real world. But now, I don't have to leave." He looked at his now lankier frame, "Might take some work, but I'll rebuild everything I had here."

"No... no, please. I didn't agree to this." Tristan begged, his voice a heavy, vibrating rumble that practically shook his own newly expanded ribs.

But even as the desperate plea left his lips, his new body was completely overwhelming his senses. The physical reality of being Ryan was staggering. Tristan gasped as a sudden wave of heat rolled over him, bringing with it a whole new sensory world. He didn't smell like himself anymore; he could smell the heavy, masculine scent of expensive sport deodorant, deep musk, and the faint, bitter tang of dried sweat from a long workout.

"This is how it is now, bro," Ryan whispered from below. He used Tristan’s small, smooth hands to brush a strand of soft, messy brown hair out of his eyes, looking up with a serene, relaxed smile. "Look around. You liked my muscles, right? You were checking out the gains. You liked my room, the trophies. It’s all yours now. I get to restart as you, and you get to be the big man on campus. It’s a fair trade."

"No, it's not!" Tristan protested, tears of pure panic forming. "I don't want to be the big man on campus! I want to be a student! I want to live my life, go to my own classes, hang out with my roommates... I can't just occupy your life! I'm not you!"

Ryan let out a soft, youthful chuckle, shaking his head. Tristan's old face looked so innocent, so small from up here. "Too late for that, man. Look at yourself. You are me now. In three weeks, you're walking across that stage with a degree. You need to start acting like me so my brothers and teammates don't get suspicious. Walk tall. Stop stuttering. You've got practice tomorrow morning."

"I can't," Tristan whispered, his massive chest heaving as a cold sweat broke out over his broad, tanned shoulders. He felt completely disconnected from the timid freshman he was supposed to be, trapped inside a prison of pure, unyielding muscle. "I don't know how to be you. I don't know how to act like this. I can't do it, Ryan..."

"Let me help you adjust," Ryan whispered softly, his eyes darkening with a quiet, deliberate intent.

Before Tristan could even think to push him away, Ryan leaned back in. The motion was slow, incredibly sensual, and deeply intimate. Tristan’s massive, throbbing cock slid past Ryan’s new, soft lips, and the moment the wet, intense warmth enclosed him, a gasp tore from Tristan's throat.

Ryan didn't rush. He bobbed his head with a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm, swirling his tongue around the hyper-sensitive, engorged head. Tristan’s knees buckled slightly, his massive thighs trembling under the sheer sensory overload. As the warmth of Ryan's mouth worked over his length, Tristan felt his mind begin to fracture. His core memories... the long nights studying in the library, his quiet dorm room, his nervous anxiety around crowds... began to haze over, melting away.

In their place, a torrent of foreign thoughts, impulses, and memories rushed in to fill the void. Tristan choked out a moan, his thick fingers tangling in his own soft brown hair on Ryan's head, but he wasn't trying to pull him away anymore. He was remembering the roar of the stadium crowd. He was remembering the exact weight of a football in his palm. He was remembering the absolute, unshakeable certainty that he owned every single room he walked into.

"Oh god... fuck..." Tristan groaned, but the panic in his voice was rapidly dissolving, replaced by a dark, heavy, confident heat.

His internal monologue was shifting. The anxious, overthinking voice of the freshman was being utterly crushed, flattened beneath a rising tide of raw, unadulterated jock confidence. The world was reorganizing itself in his mind. He looked down at the boy giving him pleasure, and he didn't see his old self anymore. He just saw a freshman. A cute, soft little freshman who belonged on his knees, doing exactly what he was told.

Ryan... the original Ryan- finally pulled back with a wet, heavy sigh, wiping his mouth with the back of his small hand. He looked up at his old body with a submissive, wide-eyed awe, completely content to be small, young, and entirely free of the real world.

The man standing above him didn't look confused or scared anymore. He adjusted his stance, his broad, shoulders squaring perfectly as a cocky, predatory smirk spread across his rugged face. He looked around at his sports memorabilia, his trophies, and then down at his freshman, feeling completely, utterly at home.

"Damn, bro," Ryan rumbled, his deep, dominant baritone dripping with an effortless authority as he reached down, his heavy hand firmly gripping the freshman's hair. "You're pretty fucking good at this. Who told you to stop, bro?"

(Part 3)

After Fenix had his night stand time with Chance, he went out to find a body that would be the perfect fit for him to not only be strong and good looking, but also possess the athleticism to carry out his mission.

“It would be most fitting if he could find a body that works within the ranks, maybe a well trusted hitman, but I was that and they did me dirty.

Then again, maybe someone who is well trusted enough. After all, it would be fitting to use his own trusted sources against him.”, said Fenix.

So Fenix went looking for a suitable body to possessing throughout the “Attero” company. Eventually he found the guy after watching them for the most part of the day even after he left work and pursued his routine.

Apparently, like most people of the company, they had there life which they lived so well that you would never know that they were hitman for hire.

“This guy is perfect, I’ll make good use of him” said Fenix.

So Fenix waited for the right opportunity, particularly after his intense training, when he would go to the sauna and rest for a bit.

As Fenix flew in, he noticed the buff and hairy man with a beard resting his body in the the sauna bleacher wrapped in a white towel. It was like watching a god in his chair resting before men.

“This guy is perfect for my mission, now all I have to do is decide how to enter this stud”, said Fenix.

“I got it, ahaha”

So he through his towel entering his girth cock which wasn’t hard until he went all the way into.

Soon the feeling of unseen euphoria came over the man and followed by an intruder moving through his body.

The beast of a man began to pull his towel off where he felt the beginning of the sensation and he tried really hard to force it out even going as far as to stroke his cock which only succeeded in egging on Fenix who was already enjoying the process. But as he fought through whatever will he had, the man only succeeded in weakening himself for Fenix control and as a wave of complete euphoria nearly caused the man muscles to yield, the last thing the man experienced was no pain, but pure ecstasy before being completely overshadowed by Fenix presence inside him.

Ahhhh, said Fenix with a sigh of relief as he fill the tension and euphoria go down.

“This man is a fighter and out of all the possession since the first, he truly is a god among men with willpower and is the perfect vessel for my revenge quest, said Fenix.

Fenix then exit the sauna, a completely new man then he was before and made his way to the sink area where the mirrors were, to get a different perspective that was the former man.

Fenix begins to admire the stature and physique, feeling the glorious beard of the man, going down to his hair chest and abs, then flexing his biceps proceeding to smell his armpits.

As he took in what is the scent of manliness, Fenix said as he sniffed in and breath out,

“Oh yea, that is the smell of pure power that I willed.”

He then proceeded to pull the man towel off, just to get a look and of course feel the pride of man.

“The things that I will do and allow to happen to this body, said Fenix as he continued to let the lust fill him and lose himself by stroking his above male standard manhood and the other hand feeling his hunk body, but quickly realizing that he was in public snapped out and regain composure.”

He then went to the shower to freshen up from the work the body put itself through before Fenix’s access. After a nice and clean time of exploring his new body, he then exited, putting his towel around him. Fenix then went to the locker and pulling out the original body owner gym bag, he got dressed with his casual clothes.

Now Fenix after possessing the body easily had access to the knowledge of how the company operated. Not wanting to jump in end and John Wick everyone, he wanted to not just kill his former boss, but to also have as much control as possible.

So after watching the company and how the workers at the building moved in and out of the area, he then decided to give himself 3 days of preparation to develop his skill and tactics, maybe even get suited with his new body.

When the time finally came, he went all in. Thanks to his knowledge of the inside, it made going it much easier.

So Fenix watched the outside of the building and once he saw the two guards go in, he made his move.

He started by attacking both guards. He took both out by a stealth attack and continued this strategy until he got to the 6th floor which is when he got serious. These guards were the literal first line of defense for the boss Attero himself. He begins to go directly for the attack by trying to stab them, but they manage to his hands and disarm him.

They then proceeded to go for a punch which he blocked and in the blink of an eye kick him in the shin causing the man to fall to his knees.

While the man was screaming, he quickly went behind him and snap his neck, ending the brief struggle.

“Alright, his line of defense is down and the path to 7th heaven is clear.Im coming for you, Attero, said Fenix.

He made his way upstairs to the 7th floor finally,

Now the guards on all the other floors kept contact every hour, which is why Fenix attempted to delay using a gun to make any noise along with the timing of killing them before any backup.

Now that he close and almost left with no choice since all 6 of these guards have guns, he begins pulling his gun out and shooting them one by one taking out 3 instantly with 3 clean shots.

He proceeds to make it close to them as they fire bullets. He does get hit by a few in his center mass and nearly got head shot, but thanks to preparation in getting a bulletproof suit, he was even phased only having to rely on his reaction speed to the bullets. Luckily, the last three were not the best precision shooters.

Eventually, they ran through all there ammo and he started getting on the offensive and started instantly taking out 2 of them, leaving one who in the chaos, ran upstairs.

“Son of a bitch, he managed to escape, but luckily, I can at least get there before they can leave,” said Fenix.

He began to start running the stairs to get to the 7th floor, the last floor to catch them, but when he got up there he saw them, one standing in front the get away guard but the boss, Attero, not seeming alarm, like nothing ever happened.

“So you waited for me to kill you, why didn’t you tuck your dick in your pants and run, said Fenix.

“To wait for you so we can get to business”, said Attero.

“Then get to business, said Fenix.

“You must be tired from all that fighting and running you did, what I’d expect of my best hitman, guards are replaceable but talent isn’t so easy to replace, that takes years.”

Tell you what, if you let go this little vendetta, I will let you become my Assistant, you have a lot of potential that is more useful than what I lost today.

I don’t hand this out lightly, so you better think fast, said Attero.

Don’t be ridiculous, as if I want anything from you anymore. I guess talent you’ll have to keep looking for, if you live after this, said Fenix.

“What a disappointment, guard kill him,” said Attero.

But sir, i don’t have any ammo and he’s like a one man army, said the guard.

Is that disobedience of a order I gave you, guard, said Attero.

No but I’m saying we should work together-“, but before he could finish that sentence, a bullet went through his head.

Fenix looks in complete shock as he looks to the boss direction.

As I said before, I don’t give out rewards lightly, said Attero.

“So I see your not afraid to get your hands dirty after all, said Fenix.

It’s a shame I will have to kill you, you are or were one of my best hitman until now, said Attero.

“You mean I was one of your best until you got killed me, said Fenix.

Are you speaking past or future, because nothing has been done yet, said Attero.

Past, I did a mission for you and you betrayed me and had me framed for murder, had me imprisoned for 10 years and executed, said Fenix in frustration.

“Well ain’t that plot twist, you seem to be more alive than died, guess I’ll finish the job, said Attero as he began to shot at Fenix.

Fenix managed to take cover as soon as Attero took a shot. Attero started moving, slowly toward Fenix saying,

“Come out, you know how this ends, said Attero.

When Attero went to the flipped table Fenix was at, he looked over and saw Fenix was gone. At this moment, Fenix used a vase to hit him in the head and proceeded to land blows on him by kicking his shin and attempted to snap his neck, but Attero by instinct grab his hands, headbutted him and threw him across the table.

While trying to regain composure, he gets close to shot Fenix, but he manages to kick the gun out of his hand at the moment the trigger went off barely missing his head and followed up with a swipe kick to have Attero fall on his side.

Not wanting to miss his chance, Fenix get his knife and stabs his former boss in the back, twisting it slightly, just enough to get a reaction of pain while reminding him through action who controls the situation.

Despite the agony, Attero’s will to survive turned this painful moment into nothing as he back heads Fenix in the nose, causing momentary tears that cause his sight to blur.

This also gave Attero the opportunity to pull the knife out of himself and stab him in the leg causing Fenix to fall. Not content with him barely able to move with one leg, he stabbed the other leg in the thigh, rendering him barely able to move.

“I guess you never stood a chance at all” said Attero as Fenix attempted to crawl away.

“Before I kill you, let me tell you the full story, I knew about your plans of retirement but I also know you moreso. I did you a favor, company fall and grow all the time and when they do, tough decisions have to be made.

“Your talent and passion was the best for the job and you were truly irreplaceable, but I wasn’t happy with that decision, it was either you or the company and I chose the company.

“Plus, would you really have been content with being happy with retirement when you were so passionate about this since you started decades ago. Guess we’ll never know.” said Attero as he began to put the knife down on Fenix to lay the final blow.

However, before he could land the fatal blow, it was at this moment a gun shot went off and went perfectly through the center of Attero’s brain. With the look of shock froze from the last expression he could make in that mouth moment. Fenix responded by saying,

“Yeah, it’s such a shame that you’ll never know, boss.”, still holding the gun when saying it.

“The job is finally done and revenge is complete, now what, said Fenix as he thought of ideas.

The Aftermath of Justice

Days past since the incident and Fenix continues the regular routine of the man he possessed.

While at the gym he comes across a guy who been giving him eye contact since he started working out. Even in the sauna, he tried to pretend he was on his phone, but Fenix knew.

When Fenix came out the shower and went to admire his physique, the guy became bold and started saying,

“Your looking swole dude” said the guy.

“Yeah I do, said Fenix.

“I can feel your bicep man, said the guy.

Fenix being the type of guy he was couldn’t turn the guy down, especially a guy as sexy as him.

“Go ahead, bro, said Fenix as he allowed the guy to fell his hulk muscles.

“Nice man, said the man who loving the entire physique began feeling his chest down to his abs. He was like a artist who got lost in his work as inspiration took over and if he had not stop, he would have kept going.

“Wow, I got lost man, your a sight to admire, I could look at you all day,

“Say you wanna Netflix and chill, you know bro stuff, said the guy taking action to ask Fenix out.

Keeping his cool, in Fenix said,

“Bet, we can meet say tonight.”

“Sounds good, said the guy.

“Also my name is my Geno” said Geno.

“Well Geno, my name is…. Fenix,” said Fenix.

“Your name is Fenix, like the bird of fire, so even your name has power to it, I like that, said Fenix.

“Hey the name Geno is already hitting off to a fresh start bro,” said Fenix.

“Also if you don’t mind me asking, what’s that cut I see in your back, said Geno.

“I was a military soldier once and fought with the best of them, said Fenix trying not to give the full story.

“That’s cool man, as in the military for a time to, but I wanted to use my skills for society at home. said Geno.

“That’s cool, hey let’s trade numbers to keep in contact, in case I get lost, said Fenix.

So they traded numbers and went there way until then.

(Hours later)

So the night finally came and Fenix came to Geno’s house.

“Hey man, I’m so glad to see you, said Geno as he went in for a hug like someone who hasn’t seen a good friend in ages.

“I’m happy to see you too” said Fenix hugging back.

Please come in, I can’t wait to get the night started, said Geno as he made way at the door for Fenix to come in.

So they went into his room and began to Netflix and chill, laughing and being together while drinking beer can after can. As the night passed with its full moon going forth, the lust driven men start having sex.

They started kissing, but it grew more intense like they got closer and desiring to not only be near but also feel the very skin of the one close to them, they hurried to remove all of their clothing.

Waiting for Fenix to remove the rest of his close, Geno waits in his bed, lying in bed with anticipation.

Once undressed they continued round 2 as Felix got on top of the bed and crawled toward Geno laying down as their bottom waist down touched with there cock connected with there bush hair almost got lost with each others and their chest feeling each other manly chest hairs as he kissing Geno all over and into his mouth.

To the mouth of Felix he could taste the very being of Geno mixed with alcohol as their tongue connected.

Getting lost in round 2, they quickly moved to round 3 as Geno begans to take the lead and playfully pushed Felix off only to switch positions.

Not withstanding, he turned Felix on his abdomen and begins eating the tight muscular glory hole out with his tongue. After a while, he began to stick his girth rod cock in the tight asshole being lubed with his previously and thrusting it in and out in a rhythm that had Felix on the edge of his seat with his hard cock throbbing and begging to be rubbed out as those happy man fluids build up, leaking small drops.

But wanting to make Felix work as hard as possible, Geno grabs his hands to put over his head saying,

“Woah there stud, I wanna see how tough you really are before you break.”

Felix is force to ride out the waves coming from Geno with the room filled with the groans and moans of both.

After more than 20 minutes, the limits of the both reach climax with Geno breaking first, his sign beforehand being sounds of pleasurable moans before cumming into Felix hole filling it with his happy essence.

Felix feeling great pleasure from Geno as well as an additional need for release starts shooting cum all over his abdomen and the bed.

│ NAME: "The Refrigerator of Youth"

│ CODE: STR-1117

│ STATUS: Active—contained in an isolated storage chamber.

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│ EFFECT TYPE: Chronological regression.

1. DESCRIPTION

Object: A two-door refrigerator of the [DATA EXPUNGED] brand, model year 1980s. Color: light beige. Height: 178 cm, width: 65 cm, depth: 72 cm. Externally, it is indistinguishable from a standard household appliance, except for the complete absence of any factory markings, serial numbers, or nameplates. The interior consists of two compartments: the main compartment (refrigerator) and the freezer (upper, with a pull-out drawer). During a standard inspection, the unit is inactive when the door is opened. Inside, there are several glass shelves, plastic vegetable containers, and standard lighting; the temperature is room temperature.

2. PROPERTIES / ANOMALOUS CHARACTERISTICS

When a living organism of any biological nature (human, animal, plant) is placed inside the device, reverse chronological regression occurs—the object's age decreases proportionally to the time spent inside. Trigger: being inside with the door closed. If the door is open, the effect is not triggered. The device does not consume electricity, but when connected to a power source, it functions like a regular refrigerator, and the anomalous properties are retained.

The living organism placed inside begins to "rejuvenate." The process is irreversible—if the device is not removed before reaching a critical point (age less than 0 years), it will continue to regress to the embryonic stage, then to a fertilized egg, after which it disappears (presumably, vanishing into nothingness). The regression process is completely painless, and the victim remains conscious throughout the transformation. However, as age decreases, cognitive ability declines, and after reaching an age of less than 5-6 years, the victim ceases to understand what is happening.

Regression coefficient for the Homo sapiens species: 1 minute = 1 year of life.

When extracted from the object, the victim retains full memories of their past life, but their brain physically corresponds to their new age—this creates powerful cognitive dissonance and [DATA EXPUNGED]. The younger the victim becomes, the faster the cognitive distortions occur.

An important limitation: the object only affects biological age. Chronological markers (documents, third-party memories) are not altered.

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David was always a skinny guy throughout his life. Although he couldn't find himself ever putting on any mass through conventional exercise methods, he always dreamed of having a bulkier physique.

One day, he found himself endlessly scrolling on his phone, when suddenly, he stumbled across an ad that screamed loudly to his face: "GET MASS NOW. THE BODY YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED."

To him, this seemed like an obvious scam, something to trick a wannabe bodybuilder into buying fake supplements. But David was strangely intrigued. He followed the ad to a website labeled, "The Great Muscle Mage". In it, he found various categories that read "Muscle Weight," "Fat Weight," and strangely, "Package Size." There were other categories that went into specific muscle groups but that didn't interest David as much.

He scoffed at the poorly-made website, "This has got to be the most blatant scam. But it's got me intrigued." David kept exploring and and decided to engage in a bit of play, entering in different values for the most interesting categories. For "Muscle Weight," he input 400 lbs. The "Package Size" category had various templates for responses. David clicked on the one that read "Biggest." Expecting the checkout to be behind a huge paywall, David continued through the process. Unexpectedly, he was met with a free trial, guaranteeing him free purchases for his first try. "I guess it won't do any harm if I try," David muttered to himself, still skeptical about what was going to happen.

He finished the checkout process, buying who-knows-what that was going to guarantee him 400 pounds and the biggest package size. A little bodybuilder icon, flexing its bicep, appeared with the text, "Purchase complete. Please allow time for the transformation to begin the first stage."

"Transformation?" David questioned, unaware of what he had gotten himself into. Suddenly, he felt a strange warmth cascade over him, spreading throughout his body and infesting his muscles. An almost pleasureful experience washed over him, making him release short moans. Then, a tensing feeling occurred throughout his whole body, first localizing in his arms. The impossible happened. His biceps bulged, causing them to rapidly gain mass as they stretched against his sleeves. The intense feeling forced him into a double bicep pose, his eyes locked on his expanding biceps, triceps, and forearms, as they grew from twigs to boulders of muscle. Veins snaked their way down his arms, outlining his muscles. "WHAT THE FUCK," David yelled as his now hugely disproportionate arms stretch in front of him. The warmth and tension then moved to his pecs. They started to inflate, rounding out and forming a nice valley between each muscle slab. David's nipples now firmly point downwards do to the expansion of his chest. He moves his hands to feel his boulder of a muscle, groaning at the feeling of new weight. With the fear of bursting out of his clothes, he quickly removed them, now immensely invested in his growth.

"This feels amazing," David muttered as he then felt his abs contract. His now rock-hard abs flexed as he ran his fingers over them, feeling the growing ridges between them. David's back widened, giving his muscles more room to grow, and giving him a new imposing figure. His shoulders rounded out, giving him a fuller look with his new muscled arms. His traps rose with power, inflating to accompany the rest of his body. David then felt the warmth shift to his lower body, making his legs tense. His quads filled with muscle, expanding and causing David to move his feet apart to give them room. His calves inflated, forming a perfect teardrop shape. David felt his ass grow, giving him the roundest bubble butt that would attract anyone he desired. Each surge in power that David felt sent shivers down his spine. He was already hard, but a newfound warmth made its way to his crotch. David had always been a little under-average in that department, but it was evident that he was now beyond that. He felt his shaft surge with length and girth, stretching his underwear, and sending spikes of pleasure throughout his body. "I'm actually growing. I can't believe it," David said, exasperated at his new body. He felt his balls fill up, pushing his dick forward and matching the size of his growing manhood. The increase in testosterone brewing in his growing testicles kickstarted a new reaction, hair growth. He felt an itchiness on his face as thousands of hair follicles grew on his face, giving him an extremely masculine beard, something he could never grow on his own. He ran to the bathroom to take a photo, documenting his growth.

"I'm huge," David whispered, only adding to the immense amount of pleasure he was feeling. But his growth was not done yet. He noticed the website, still open on his phone, was blinking with red light, drawing him to read what was being displayed: "Stage 1 complete. Now moving to stage 2. Intensifying growth."

"There's a stage 2?!" David yelled out, feeling the familiar warmth cover his body once again. This time, the growth was faster and across his body at the same time. He fell to the ground, his expanding muscles not allowing him to stand. David felt every muscle group surge in size, becoming completely humongous. His arms surged, his abdomen became increasingly chiseled, his shoulders and back expanded, not letting him have much mobility to move his arms, his legs swelled, his ass rounded out. His pecs were hit most of all, swelling out so much that they touched his biceps and partly obscured his view below him. The growth reached his dick and balls once again, causing them to surge immensely. They grew so much that they were pressing against his underwear tightly, ready to burst. In one great surge, they passed the threshold of the stretched undergarment, ripping free. David couldn't see much but he noticed the tip of his cock now stretched past the expansion of his pecs, now the size of two liter soda bottles. His balls hung low, each the size of basketballs now pushed in front David's legs.

Even though he couldn't see that well, David could feel the immense pleasure now radiating off of his enlarged manhood. He needed release and could just about reach his shaft, even with his enlarged muscles. David began pumping, slow and delicate, each hand not being able to fully grip around the girth of his dick, moaning at the touch. But, he soon increased in speed, quickly reaching a climax as he felt his balls stir to life. In one final stroke, he erupted, cum spewing out of his tip with extreme magnitude, spraying around his bathroom. David's climax lasted minutes, his hands still pumping his cock, milking it for every drop. After it ended, he laid there, basking in the afterglow of his growth and climax. Once he gained some composure, he got up and took out his phone. The website on his phone glowed green, now displaying a message of thanks detailing that the transformation was over, and advertising its services once again. David took one final photo documenting his transformation.

He was ecstatic, now completely obsessed with his new body. His eyes darted back to the website, his mind stirring with more possibilities of growth.

Luca’s day started off fine. His manager, a middle-aged woman named Tabitha, was off running some kinda extra difficult errand so Luca was pretty much free to screw around the store and check out some of the magical items Tabitha had out for display so long as nobody came by and disturbed him. Unfortunately, a little bit after lunch, his day became a whole lot more complicated when a hot guy with an ugly expression came barreling into the store with a chest that would put a barrel to shame.

“I tried possessing my older brother’s body!” The customer said, flexing his impressive arms. He was a few years older than Luca and quite the stud as well. Honestly if it wasn't for his foul attitude Luca would've flirted with him a bit. "Are you listening to me?" the customer snapped. Luca blinked assured the customer he was hanging on every word. "Idiot," he muttered. "It worked, but now I got the asshole in my head complaining and begging me to get out. It’s driving me up the fucking wall! How am I supposed to jerk off with someone watching me 24/7?”

Luca nodded and told the customer, “I don’t have a lot of experience resolving and altering spells, that’s more my manager’s area. Lemme just send her a message and…” The moment Luca pulled out his phone, the guy began losing it.

“I am a loyal customer of this store and I demand to be treated with the respect I deserve!” he shouted, going on and on about the various issues he’s been having the past few days while Luca sent Tabitha a quick message, then another. Then another. He didn't blowing up her mind, she blew his up just as often if not more.

Eventually, he received a reply. “Just one sec, my manager just got back to me,” Luca rolled his eyes as he unlocked his phone and guffawed as saw the behemoth of a message Tabitha had left him.

“Hi hi,” it read, “sorry for the wait but I’m not gonna be back until tomorrow, probably! ;P Don’t worry, I got a couple spells scrolled up in my desk drawer. Use however many you need to get rid of this guy. If he keeps causing a scene then he’s gonna hurt my business which means we gotta hurt him. Do whatever you want to the prick shy of killing him. I’ll take care of the collateral later. Hugs and kisses! Burn my store down and your ass is fired and gonna be on fire. Ciao! XD” The rest of the text was full of a truly mind-boggling amount of emojis. If Luca didn’t know any better, he’d suspect it was some kind of secret cipher.

But Tabitha is too impatient for that kinda stuff, he thought. She’d need a higher dosage to do that. Even witches suffered from ADHD, who knew?

“‘cuse me, but we’re burning daylight over here,” the customer cried out again, arms folded over his impressive, barrel-chest. “Do you have dyslexia or something?! Is she gonna fix this or what? I’m complaining for two over here!”

In all honesty Luca just wanted to tell the prick to fuck off and talk a long walk down a short pier, but he quickly reconsidered. Tabitha had essentially given him a magical blank check to do whatever he wanted (within the limits of her prepared spells). Grinning, Lucas told the man, “One second, sir. My boss left a few things that might be the key to fixing your little problem!” he said, flashing the guy his most award-winning customer-service smile.

The customer rolled his eyes but finally quieted down. Finally able to hear himself think, Luca walked to the back of the store and pulled the drawer Tabitha had told him to look through whenever a client had a lot of cash or a lot of attitude. “Let’s see… Merge-jerker, body-swapping buns, Mindjack-ing Off… man, she’s perverted as hell, and unoriginal…” He knew Tabitha had a thing for dominating people use spells like these, but this was something else entirely. He was beginning to think she might need an intervention, but frankly that could wait until later. Right now, Luca had several powerful spells to take advantage of and a day off tomorrow.

Luca held up the small slip of paper and focused on the hunky and irate customer, who was tapping his foot impatiently, before him. “Harumph…! Mindjack…!” Luca bellowed out, his voice—amplified by the power of the spell—echoing off the walls of the near-empty store.

All the customer was able to do was utter, “The fuck—” before the mist emerging from the slip of paper engulfed his head. He convulsed on the spot, letting out pained groans before the mist finally dissipated. He stared ahead blankly, vision unfocused, with a dopey and slack-jawed smile on his face.

Luca let out a sigh of relief and took in the silence. He hadn’t realized just how much his head had been pounding. But now, he could finally hear himself think. “Customers really are just subhuman,” he muttered to himself. Then, after a few seconds of bliss, Luca walked around the counter and reached out to grope the perky pecs before him.

It was just as soft as he expected it to be.

Ohhh, the way that the lax muscle filled his entire hand, like a pillow made of firm clouds. It was like a stress ball, but far warmer and more fun to squeeze.

The customer let out a low moan of pleasure, but he kept staring ahead without a thought behind his eyes. Good, thought Luca as he buried his face onto the beefcake’s chest and began breathing deeply. He wasn’t wearing any deodorant or cologne or anything, so Luca was getting the entire natural scent from this man. It wasn’t particularly strong, but the faint musk and sweat got Luca going. He even started rubbing his hard-on against the customer’s thigh. Love my men thick as hell and dumb as brick. Ohhh…

Luca moaned into these wonderful flesh pillows. Pecs really were God’s gift to mankind. It also felt as though Luca had reached the gates of Heaven.

Of course Luca wasn’t done having fun just yet. No, he wanted to have a lovely, long and sexy time. Tabitha had approved for his PTO hours tomorrow, after all. “I’m not a bad looker, but I’m not enough of a narcissist to play around with myself all day tomorrow,” he told the drooling fool of a victim. “I seriously wouldn’t mind borrowing your bro’s body for tomorrow. You’re cool with that, right?” Luca reached out and gripped the fool’s chin and forced him to nod. “Great! Nice to know you’re in agreement.”

And with that, Luca began casting the incantation with the spell tag in his fingers. He finished it by tearing the paper apart and activating the spell. Almost immediately, it felt as though Luca’s very essence was being torn apart at the seams. No, not quite. It was as though he was an open faucet as his soul was flowing out in a torrent of water. He moaned all his physical sensations waned only to come surging back with a violent intensity that he almost felt like he was knocked over. In place of Luca’s much smaller weight was strength and power unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

“Ohh-hoho-ooooh, fuck!” were the first words—sounds?—out of his new, deeper voice. “Ohhh, shit! It worked.” Before he had even properly settled down, Luca rubbed his hardening crotch against the store’s counter while squeezing each pec with his new, more rugged hands. “Ehehe… nice…” he said out-loud as he began fondling just about every part of his new body. “Oh, shit!” He gawked in shock as he bounced his pecs. Once, twice. Oh my god, they moved so much he could’ve sworn he could hear the boing! sound effect playing in the background.

Slam!

Luca flinched as he saw his own body collapse onto the ground and start convulsing, as though it was going through a seizure. Shit, am I having a heart attack? No, that makes no sense. A twig like me? Then, some kinda side effect of the spell? Hmm…

He really should’ve been more concerned about seeing his own body possibly die before these eyes he had just stolen, but it was hard to care when all that was inside was some asshole and his jack-off brother.

Brother…

“Oh, that might be why.” The bodyswap spell was meant to be used between two people, two minds, and two souls only. But if the two brothers were occupying the same body, they were likely both sent into Luca’s old body. “So, it’s possible… the two souls were merged together,” said Luca, bumping his fist with his open palm as he arrived at the conclusion. For a brief moment, he felt like the detective of some mystery novel announcing the true culprit and not a man fondling himself while someone had a seizure on the floor before him. Reality hit Luca for a split second as he realized the situation he was in, and—still erect and soaking the shorts his new body had been wearing—he walked over to the front and flipped the sign at the front so it read ‘CLOSED.’

There we go, much better, he thought, nodding to himself in satisfaction. He was certain his boss wouldn’t mind if he closed up early. He figured he deserved it after the stellar customer service he had been providing today.

“Groaaahh…” Ah, so his own body was still alive. It looks like it hasn’t swallowed its own tongue in the process. Good thing, too. Luca wouldn’t have minded staying in this body forever, but he didn't want his way back to normal to be gone forever.

“Hey, you’re still under my control, right?”

Luca’s old body stirred. His eyes snapped open and he instantly sat up. He looked up at Luca and smiled before nodding enthusiastically.

Luca smirked. With two hairy, thick digits, he cupped his old body’s face and said, “Give me all the details of this body I’m in. Write it all down so I can impersonate you properly. Then, go home and enjoy your day off. I think we’ve both earned it.”

Luca’s old body nodded and began searched for paper, but before he got very far, Luca had another command. “Actually, one sec.” He cupped this body's chest and shivered as he felt another sensual thrill travel down his spine. "Do me a favor and service this new body of mine. You like these pecs, don'tcha?"

He took to the command immediately. Was it because he was in Luca's body now or was it simply the effect of the spell on his fried brain? Luca wasn't sure but he didn't care too much a this point. He just let his much slimmer body flip his shirt up and start groping these thick pecs he possessed. "Ohhh, fuck yeah, man!" Luca moaned out. If massaging his own chest was euphoric then this was borderline obscene. Each touch and caress felt like a mini-orgasm. Luca could've sworn he was seeing white as his old body went to town on his chest. "K-Keep going…! Y-Yeah, yeah, right there!"

He nearly came on the spot as his old body began licking those nipples. The hot breath and the moist tongue felt even better than fucking the toys in his apartment.

"Do I make you feel good, master?" his old body asked, eyes brimming with the need to be validated.

Luca grinned and wrapped both hands around his old's body head and slammed him back onto his chest. "Did I tell you stop?" he said, laughing as his cock fully hardened as he forced his old body to keep working those nips. "Nrgh! Ahhh! FUCK! KEEP GOING!" Luca roared, one massive hand holding onto the back of his old head while another went down to start pumping his borrowed cock. The pleasure kept growing, and soon he couldn't even control himself. He forced his old body to his knees and slammed his thick cock inside. "Fuck, yeah! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" he kept roaring, forcing his old body to deep-throat his cock.

Luca was over the moon. Soon the pressure grew to be too much. This manly as fuck body and all the hormones coursing through it brought him to the brink. One hand tweaking a nipple, he cried out, "TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!" and slammed his dick as far back into his old throat before painting it while with his sticky loads of cum.

Tears were streaming down his old body, but he swallowed it all eagerly all the same. Once the high died down, Luca cupped his old body's cheeks and brought him in for a quick peck on the lips. "Good job, there," he said, grinning. "Actually, let's get back to your place. I think we got a good thing going on here."

It ended up being a good day after all.

Carson hated going home for the holidays. He was young, skinny, popular, and absolutely killing it in New York City. His life had improved tenfold since leaving the small country town he’d grown up in, and going back only reminded him of all the terrible memories. The years he’d spent getting bullied for being bad at sports, for not being manly enough, and being hairless, they all rushed back to him as he was in the car from the airport. It was a long time to think about it all too, since the closest airport was two hours away. The memories of jocks ostracizing him, the years of not feeling like he belonged all flooded back, His family was excited to see him, and he made small talk during that long car ride, but he couldn’t help but feel ripped away from the world that appreciated him.

Upon reaching his old family home, he was bombarded with greetings and hugs from his entire extended family, all of which had arrived before him since they lived within ten miles of each other. After what felt like an eternity, Carson was finally freed to go up to his old room. He tossed his suitcase on the ground and flopped onto the small bed. That was an exhausting ordeal, and he had several more days of it before he could escape back to the city. After a bit of rest he rallied and headed back down to dinner, where he put up with another round of ceaseless questions about what he’d been doing all year. Some were genuine, but many felt targeted, as if he couldn’t be making an honest living and supporting himself in the city. It wasn’t worth an argument though, so he just let the attitude wash over him without response. Another eternity later, he ducked out to his room again, promptly falling asleep after a long flight and even longer day.

The next day was Christmas, and the noise of a dozen relatives chatting downstairs quickly woke him.. He quickly showered and put himself together before his mom had a fit that he wasn’t down with everyone, and joined the fray. His family had always done presents in the morning, right before a huge feast for lunch, and this year was no different. He was scared at what his extended family had gotten for him, for the twisted version of himself that lived in their heads. Carson himself hadn’t bothered to get gifts for anyone, but played it off as “his presence was a gift,” which sometimes got a laugh. They went around and around, everyone gifting the others some crap from a local store, and Carson struggled to stay awake. So far he’d gotten some clothes he’d never wear, a collection of books he was into as a kid, and a bunch of seasonal chocolates and sweets. Overall, not awful. That was when his uncle, Jack, piped up.

“Hey kid, I got somethin’ for you this year. It’s out in my truck, why don’t you follow me out there,” he gestured. 

Carson couldn’t remember the last time he’d even interacted with uncle Jack, much less when he’d gotten a gift from him. Jack was a rancher, always out tending to his cattle and working on his ranch. Carson had seldom seen Jack when growing up, and he rarely made it to family events. He picked himself up off the floor and followed his uncle outside, suddenly feeling the two glasses of wine he’d already had that morning. Stumbling slightly, Carson met his uncle outside the garage, where he was digging in the backseat of his truck. 

“It’s in here somewhere I swear to-” his muffled voice barely registered. “Ah! Here it is.”

Jack reappeared from the truck with a large, worn cowboy hat. 

“This ‘ere was my first purchase after inheriting the ranch. I want you to have it now.” Jack said in a deeply sentimental voice, handing the hat to Carson.

“Uh, thank you,” is all Caron could get out, unsure exactly how to respond. This gift was off the deep end, in what world would he want this?

“Well? Try it on!” Jack said with an eagerness that made Carson feel almost guilty. He put the giant hat on, feeling ridiculous as it clearly didn’t fit right.

Jack laughed, “Lookin’ good, son! Maybe you’ll carry on the family ranch one day lookin’ like that!” he slapped his knee, getting a kick out of his own joke. He stepped over and patted Carson on the back, “I’m glad you like it,” he said so earnestly that a knot swelled up in Carson’s throat. He hated it but didn’t have the heart in the moment to say anything, so he just walked back inside looking like a misfit cowboy.

The room had quite a few comments when they reentered the den, and Carson tried to just suck it up and get through the day. He tried to take it off and stash it away during lunch, but after some devil eyes from his mother he put it back on. Strangely enough, it fit a little better that time. He left it on the rest of the day, nearly forgetting about it by the evening, reminded only by the grins and winks from Jack across the room. When getting ready for bed, he saw it still on in the mirror and laughed, he still looked ridiculous. He did, however, hang it neatly in his closet before passing out for the night.

When the next morning rolled around, the sunlight shone through the blinds and onto Carson’s face. He stretched and slowly opened his eyes, feeling less groggy than usual. Rolling over in bed, he reached towards his side table, feeling around for something. Not his phone, something else. After a couple seconds he came to his senses and got up, heading to the bathroom to shower. For a moment under the warm water he pondered what he had been reaching for in a fuzzy state, and couldn’t seem to place it. He grabbed some old jeans and a jacket from his closet and threw them on, before taking the cowboy hat off its hook and putting it on effortlessly, as if he’d been doing it for years. He barely registered the fact he’d put it on until walking downstairs and receiving a confused look from his mom. Carson wrote it off in his head as trying to be nice for his uncle who’d shown up again that day.

The day was another fairly standard family get together, with lots of eating and drinking involved of course. Carson felt like he was in a better mood today, talking with everyone came a little easier, and he was especially eager to chat with Jack more. They even sat in the sunroom and shared a beer that afternoon. Carson hated beer, or so he’d thought, but it seemed so natural to drink.

“I’m glad you like the hat, son,” Uncle Jack said whilst they were both sitting together. “You look like a natural in it, matches the scruff you’ve got growing real nice.”

Somewhere in Carson’s head, alarm bells suddenly started going off. Scruff? What did he mean by that? Carson excused himself briefly to use the restroom. He flipped the lights on and stared at himself in the mirror. Jack was right. Carson’s face was covered in a good few day’s worth of stubble. His jaw nearly dropped, he’d never been able to grow any facial hair, and now suddenly he nearly had a beard? His hand slowly raised up, feeling the coarse, bristly hairs that were poking out of his jaw. Brown stubble stretched from ear to ear, with a light mustache beginning to come in as well. Carson was floored, but a sensation of ease swept through him before he could panic.

Y’know, he actually looked pretty good with it. Jack was right about the hat too, it worked as a look. He could almost pass as someone who lived around these parts, if only looking at his head at least. Questions about how it’d happened faded, as it just felt natural to have the scruff. As his hand felt around his face he didn’t even register how hard he was getting. He looked better with stubble than without, he thought.

Carson returned to Uncle Jack in the sunroom acting like nothing had changed. This was how every holiday went, right? The two continued their banter, conversation slowly shifting away from Carson’s life in New York and towards Jack’s life on his ranch. In what felt like just minutes, the day flew by, and Carson’s mother was calling them in for dinner.

Unbeknownst to Carson, while he’d been sitting out with his beer, his body had been doing more than growing a little stubble. His slender legs began putting on some never before seen bulk, toned calves and bulky thighs emerged and pushed against his originally loose-fitting jeans. His feet grew sore as they expanded, stretching his shoes and socks tight as his size grew from a 10 to a 14. Small wispy hairs started to push out of his toes, just a few at first. The hairs spread over to the top of his feet, where the newly expansive room allowed the hairs to thicken, darken, and grow longer. Within minutes he had full hobbit feet, hairs pushing out between each other, poking through the fabric of his socks as they stretched thinner. The hairs moved upwards, swirling around his ankles and onto his calves, where skin quickly vanished beneath a tidal wave of hairs. Thick strands popped up rapidly, tangling together as they wrapped his lower legs in a blanket of fuzz before climbing up his knee, the joint itching slightly as hairs pushed out of any available skin. His now enormous quads were next, acting as the fertile ground for a bounty of hair to crop up, stretching solidly across and growing denser and thicker with every minute. Patterns emerged as hairs crawled along his skin, before vanishing as the hair thickened and puffed up, curling into an impenetrable mat.

Carson sat through dinner, entirely unaware of the goings-on beneath his jeans. He only noticed how much better a mood he was in today than yesterday, enjoying the time with family and not missing his own apartment and friends nearly as much. Talking with the family members began to feel less like catching up and more like regular conversations. After a long hearty meal, Carson excused himself to head to bed. He had an early morning planned with Jack, going out to his ranch to see it himself. It’d been many years after all, and Jack was eager to get Carson more invested in his business. 

Carson headed upstairs, getting ready to hit the sack; he was strangely exhausted after a day of not doing much. He took off the cowboy hat and nearly put it up in his closet, before correcting himself and placing it on his nightstand. He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his jeans which were overly tight at this point, revealing his fur coated legs. Carson didn’t bat an eye at them, he’d had hairy legs for years. He remembered getting teased at school when wearing shorts for how hairy they were! Of course he didn’t care anymore, he loved how hairy they were. He felt strong, more masculine with them exposed, slabs of muscle covered in coarse hair. Thick fur sticking out of his socks turned him on a bit, he realized that long ago, but he could also appreciate his huge hairy feet themselves. Before he could get too distracted he finished changing and hopped under the covers, setting an alarm for early the next morning.

The sun had not even begun to rise yet when Carson’s alarm blared. Waking up at this hour used to be reserved only for the worst timed flights, but this time he didn’t mind. He rolled over in bed, reaching for his side table once again, this time finding the hat he’d left. His body felt at ease as he put it on first thing. He threw on some jeans, making sure they fit better this time, a shirt and thick jacket. Before leaving he put on some decent snow boots and quietly left the house. 

Jack was waiting for him at the end of the driveway, truck and all. The exhaust was steaming in the bitter cold morning. Carson hopped into the passenger seat, fully energized.

“Mornin’ son, ready for this?” Jack asked.

“Damn right I am,” Carson responded eagerly, “It’s been far too long.”

The drive out to Jack’s ranch took over half an hour. The sun had started to peak above the horizon when they pulled through the gates and over the cattle grid. Jack parked up by his house, and the two hopped out into the snow and mud. Jack spent the morning showing Carson around the ranch, introducing him to the cattle, and showing him all his gear he’d invested in. A small part of Carson was shocked that he was here, enjoying the ranch tour. A week ago you couldn’t pay him to visit the ranch. Now, he was just plain excited. 

Trudging through the snow had Carson really working up a sweat underneath his layers. Getting a workout like never before, his body started to adapt. His chest tingled as pecs began to form for the first time, muscle gathering and pushing out two firm mounds. His cock throbbed in his jeans as his nipples perked up, rubbing against the material of his shirt as he moved. His stomach gurgled as abs inflated down his torso, imprinting their outline on his slim but growing frame. His shoulders stretched his jacket as they widened, bulking up as muscle worked its way down his arms. Biceps and triceps inflated, filling him with new strength, and his forearms and hands grew to match. If Carson had been paying attention he might’ve noticed the warmth and sensation coming from his chest, but he was too enamored with his uncle showing off his old rodeo gear.

Underneath his flannel shirt, between his new pec muscles, hairs began to pop up. At first they were short and wispy, barely visible against his skin. They clustered in the center of his chest as a light patch of fuzz, followed shortly by similar hairs poking out around his nipples. His skin prickled as the hairs grew thicker, follicles maturing to push out real adult hairs. The patch of hair darkened as it spread, hairs pushing out longer and thicker, laying flat against his muscular chest at first before they curled away, pushing out against his shirt. The sensation of thick hair rubbing against the fabric sent chills through Carson’s body, but he simply chalked it up to the frigid air outside. But beneath his layers of protection against the cold, he continued to grow his own. Hairs blossomed across his pecs as they surged out from his nipples. Swirls and spirals developed as the hairs slithered out across the mounds of muscle, slowly curling and tangling together as they lengthened. Skin vanishes beneath whorls of hair as his follicles activate in hoards across his chest. The distinct patches of hair blend together, uniting his pecs under a blanket of ever thickening fur. Hairs continue pushing out further up his chest as well, climbing up and over his defined collarbone. A lone dark hair curled bravely out of the collar of his shirt, tasting the frosty air for the first time.

Jack spied Carson’s burgeoning chest hair as it poked out of his shirt collar and couldn’t help but grin. He knew he’d given the hat for good reason.

“C’mon boy, I need your help moving some gear for today,” he barked at Carson, who quickly pulled himself out of the corner full of rodeo trophies.

“Yessir,” he responded. Another grin from Jack.

The two spent the next few hours moving hay and feed from storage as the sun attempted to break through the thick winter clouds. Carson was initially surprised at how much he could carry, but memories trickled in of years of weightlifting. Of course a little manual labor was no big deal. His biceps began to swell again, even more muscle growing in the span of minutes. His shoulders became true boulders, delts stretching and pulling as they created an increasingly dark and damp recess beneath. Despite the cold air, he was working up a real sweat for the first time in years, liquid dripping down his increasingly large muscles and pooling in his pits. The thick sweat soaked into his armpits as he worked, leaving a musky residue on his skin and a tingling sensation bubbling up underneath. 

His barren pits darkened as prickles of hair erupted from the smooth skin. Dark pinpricks elongated into wispy hairs, brushing up against his cavernous muscles as they pushed outwards. The hairs twisted together, thickening as sweat flowed down their ever increasing length. Carson lifted a particularly heavy bundle of hay, hairs squeezing out further as he grunted, exerting his whole body in the effort. If he’d been paying attention he could’ve noticed that each movement of his arms came with more friction as hair filled the space between arm and torso. Sweat and musk filled the dark caverns between muscles as hair inched out every moment, vying to fill every open pocket. Dark hairs grew thicker, wirier, tangling together as they kinked and curled outwards. The hair spread outwards, crawling out from the recess and curling around his biceps and chest as pit hair blended into a growing mat coating his torso entirely. The deepest crevices began to truly reek as sweat coalesced, the hairs bathed in testosterone laden juice taking on an even thicker texture. More hairs poked out between the old ones, barely able to fit as the jungle filled out. His biceps swelled more as hairs brushed against the fabric of his jacket, fully pushing out of his shirt and beyond.

After what felt like an eternity of heavy lifting the pair finally finished, pausing their labor for lunch. Carson felt the icy contrast of sweat dripping down his forehead and freezing from the cold blasts of wind, but instead of groaning about it he grinned. He felt truly alive working hard like this. Jack saw the look on Carson’s face and mirrored it on his own. As the two headed inside to eat, they shed their heavy layers by the door. Just in a few hours, Jack could see how much Carson had bulked up. His flannel was bursting at the seams, thick hairs splaying out of his collar and creeping out of his sleeves.

“Looks like you’ve been hitting the gym, boy,” Jack said, giving Carson a look up and down. “Why don’t you flex and show me?”

Carson paused. The old him would’ve been mortified. Flexing in front of his uncle? And what did he mean by that anyway, he’s been slim his entire life. But that side of Carson had taken a back seat. A smile crossed his face instead.

“Sure have, glad you noticed,” he said, curling his arms up. His newly developed biceps pressed against his shirt, straining the fabric instantly. The threads pulled apart as thick hairs popped out, his shirt giving way to his overly masculine form. His pecs swelled in size once more, popping the top button completely off the flannel. His chest barreled out, hair pouring from between each side of the shirt. His stature had shifted too, growing a few inches taller. The shirt rode up on his torso now, revealing his still hairless stomach. His body shivered slightly as the wispy translucent fuzz acting as a treasure trail caught the chilly draft from outside.

Jack laughed. “We’ll have to get you a new shirt there. Looking good though, son,” he said with a wink. He walked over to the closet and pulled out an old work shirt that he thought would fit Carson and tossed it to him. “Go try this on and I’ll throw some lunch together for us.” 

Carson took the shirt into the bathroom, struggling to take off his old flannel from how tightly it clung to his form now. He eventually got it off, letting it slide off his bulky shoulders and onto the floor. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing a very different man from the one he’d woken up as that morning. The man in the mirror should have been a stranger, but the longer he stared the more familiar he became. As he gazed over his body, the shadow formed by the overhang of his new pecs darkened as wiry hairs erupted across his torso. As the forest on his chest grew denser, the southern front pushed out, a trail of thick dark hairs pushing out on a mission towards his navel. His newly visible abs were hidden behind a growing carpet of hair that stretched out from the thick trail. He should’ve been alarmed, terrified at the changes taking place across his body, but no such thought even crossed his mind. His old body was being overwritten by his new one, he’d always looked like this, it felt natural. 

He undid his belt and jeans to take a piss while he was waiting for lunch, sliding his sweat soaked underwear down out the way. Looking down at his crotch, memories flooded in. He remembered the panic when he was younger and saw the first dark curls poking out from his body. He’d grown a rug long before any of his friends, and he’d remained ahead of the pack in that sense ever since.. He chuckled to himself, imagining if his younger self could see him now. As if manifesting it, the wispy cluster of hairs above his cock began to darken. Pigment flooded them as they thickened up, curling with texture they’d never had before. His groin warmed as testosterone flooded the area, follicles waking to the call long awaited. Dark spots appeared across his crotch, radiating out from the existing hairs, creating a spreading shadow that began to take shape. Each pinprick pushed out a thick, dark hair, strands emerging from the skin like a field in bloom.

Carson slid his hand over the growing bush, nascent hairs tickling his fingers as they twisted and curled. The forest of hairs grew and spread, filling out his crotch with a full triangle of hair, growing denser beneath his touch. Like a timelapse the hairs grew longer and thicker, blocking out the skin beneath as his bush developed into a true jungle. The edges blurred as hairs climbed onto his thighs and crawled up his stomach, merging seamlessly with the coating of hair over his abdomen. He’d long since finished peeing but had gotten distracted feeling the growing hairs. Another memory of his new life appeared in his mind, from the locker room in school, the first time another guy had pointed out his pubes. They’d grown so much the hairs had curled up and over his waistband, a sign of his newfound manliness on display. 

As he reminisced, his bush puffed up to match, hairs exploding outwards from his groin. His cock twitched as it snaked out longer, hairs beginning to climb up the base of the shaft. The sensation of coarse hairs brushing through his fingers quickly aroused him, blood rushing to his cock as it grew. His hand transitioned from pulling at the hairs to fully gripping his cock as it hardened, the newly grown short hairs prickling against his grasp. He looked up at his reflection again, seeing the hairy, built man still rocking the cowboy hat. It felt right. 

He stroked his hand up his shaft, sending waves of pleasure rocketing through his body. In that instant, his balls truly dropped. Carson involuntarily moaned as his balls swelled in size, engorging to the size of large eggs dangling below his furry crotch. The wrinkly skin looked odd in comparison, until the hair began to make its way down. His enormous testicles quickly vanished as thick wiry hairs sprouted from his sack, engulfing it in an impenetrable cage of dark hair. It was as if his pubes had reached down to claim them, coating the expanse in a continuation of the thick jungle above. His hand jerked quickly up and down, precum budding at the tip of his cock as hair thickened all around it.

“Food’s ready!” Uncle Jack’s voice called from the kitchen, falling on deaf ears. Carson was lost in himself as his groin felt like the center of the universe. His breath quickened as his hand increased its tempo. His cock thickened, pressing out against his tight grip as he jerked off, precum dripping down his shaft. The sensation of hair pushing out across his groin was electric, it felt masculine, it felt primal, it felt natural. His cock pushed out longer, growing past seven, then eight inches as he brought in his other hand to help. The hairs on his shaft lengthened as well, climbing higher and higher up his member as he stroked. Carson moaned again, not noticing how his pitch had deepened since he’d started growing. 

Jack knocked on the door to the bathroom, but Carson once again failed to notice. His breaths grew ragged, cock reaching past nine inches as his pubes glistened with the precum constantly leaking from his tip. His massive balls tensed up, ready to release. Strokes grew sloppy as precum lubricated his shaft entirely, until finally his body gave in. With a body enrapturing clench his cock erupted, cum blasting out all over the mirror in front of him. Load after load shot out, covering the glass and counter as the arc of his shooting changed. The loudest moan yet involuntarily slipped out as Carson was overcome with the most intense orgasm of his life. The last remnants of his old memories leaked out with the last dribbles of his cum, splattering onto the tile beneath him. His body buzzed with energy as the feeling echoed throughout his frame. Through the cum painting the mirror he could see part of his face reflected, a grin plastered across his face as he felt content.

Eventually the orgasmic state began to wear off, and Carson remembered that he was late for lunch. He quickly pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt, his uncle’s shirt fitting perfectly on his newly bulky frame. Promising to clean up his mess later, he walked back into the kitchen unsure if Jack had heard his moans from earlier, but he also didn’t truly care. Jack had a smirk plastered on his face when Carson entered, which told him everything. 

“Lookin’ sharp, buck,” Jack said upon looking at how his old shirt fit on the young man. “Now, I made us some sandwiches, dig in.”

Carson sat down and began scarfing down the sandwich. It was a messy meal, but once again he didn’t seem to care much, this wasn’t a fine dining restaurant. Sauce leaked all over his face as he crammed the food down, he was absolutely starving after hours of hard work. Jack looked up over his own lunch, staring intently at his nephew’s face as he ate. From beneath the smear of mayo, the light stubble began to thicken. Starting on his upper lip, the soft skin prickled as stubble darkened into a thick shadow. The hairs slowly pushed out, a thick mop emerging from his face as a true man’s stache came into being. A dark, dense wave of hair flowed out of his lip, growing longer as it curled down, completely covering his mouth. Jack couldn’t help but crack a smile, remembering his own youth when he’d had a thick stache for years. 

Carson’s face itched as his jaw widened, bones defining and growing into a sharp jawline. The hairs from his stache began to trickle down the sides of his mouth, a dense five o'clock shadow developing, spreading from his mouth out over his cheeks. Within moments, his face was awash with a thick stubble, more than anything he’d ever grown before. The stubble lengthened, hairs pressing out of his face in a continuous layer. His cheeks vanished beneath an extruding layer of hair, growing thicker and coarser as follicles became drenched in testosterone. Stubble turned to short beard as his sideburns flared out, connecting up to his ever darkening hair on his head. His new jawline disappeared beneath the onslaught of wiry hairs, pushing longer and longer as his beard inched out from his face. The hairs grew thick, dense, and dark as his beard continued to grow, stubble crawling up his cheeks and down his neck, threatening to merge with his chest rug. By the time Carson had finished eating, he had a bushy beard to rival most cowboys, dark and impenetrable. It was a clear and solid silhouette of hair, oozing masculinity as he wiped the last of his sandwich from his mature mustache.

The two cleaned up lunch and quickly got back to work. The sun hung fairly low in the sky despite it being midday, the harsh rays bouncing off the snow. Carson’s originally bulky winter jacket fit snugly now, wrapping his built form as he worked clearing snow and ice. Despite memories of working hard at the gym and even harder at the ranch slowly filling his mind, the labor never seemed to get easier. Within minutes he was sweating his ass off once again, feeling frostbite on his face and like he was in a sauna under his coat. He could feel the sweat running down his broad, muscular back as he heaved the shovel back and forth. 

Where his sweat trickled down his spine, small hairs began to bud. Starting from his already furry shoulders, hair cropped up moving down towards his shoulder blades, where patches of dark fur quickly began forming. Dark hairs traced down his spine as smooth skin ceded to the hair, thick strands popping up across rapidly roughening flesh. His lats hardened as curly hairs framed them before fully covering the expanse of muscle, connecting into the thick trail leading down his spine towards a burgeoning puff of hair above his ass. The hairs at the base of his back billowed out, growing thicker and curlier than the rest, mirroring the monstrous bush in his groin. The hairs quickly breached south of this patch, engulfing what was once a smooth backside in record pace. His ass itched as fields of dark hairs cropped up, swirling together over the plump expanse. He reached a hand back to scratch at it as the hairs began to concentrate between his cheeks, darker and thicker hairs sprouting as his crack grew sweaty and rank. Inky black hairs pushed out from around his hole as it steadily grew tighter and more sensitive, feeling the brushing and scratching of the thick coils surrounding it. His upper body was sealed beneath a thick layer of fur, stretching from ass to beard and back, insulating him against the frigid cold.

After another couple hours of gruelling work he’d finally hit his limit for the day, and both him and Jack called it quits. Jack lit a fire in the fireplace and poured them both a cold beer to enjoy.

“Cheers to an honest day's work, son,” he said, raising his glass. “You know, that hat really does fit you, I’m glad you took to it so well.”

Carson was beaming. He felt incredible, despite being exhausted. He was stronger, more rugged, more confident than ever before. He tipped the cowboy hat to his uncle in thanks.

“Couldn’t have done it without ya, uncle Jack.” Carson smiled, barely visible beneath his thick beard. He undid the top buttons of his shirt, letting his newly hairy chest breathe. He’d always been a hairy guy, it was just natural to finally embrace it. It fit his life, a down to earth ranch worker. He couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else.

Jack looked over at Carson with a smile on his face. “Y’know, son, think it's high time I truly give you a stake in this ranch, you’ve earned it.” He said as he took another swig of his beer. “I want to pass this all on to you, y’know.”

A huge smile crossed Carson’s face. He’d been hoping to hear that for years, ever since starting to help out around the ranch as a teenager. This was the future he’d been waiting for. Not in the city, but on his own ranch. He couldn’t imagine his old life anymore, who in their right mind would want to leave all this for some big city. He’d been born and bred for this life, finally becoming the cowboy he’d been destined to, and Uncle Jack couldn’t be happier.

“Ramiro, bring some watermelon over here please.” A voice called out to the young man. A jovial guy sat at the edge of the pool kicking his feet, Dave Beckinsale. The man wasn’t dressed for the water, rather a casual hang. His jeans were rolled up so his legs could soak. He had that strong dad build, broad shoulders, clean cut, square jaw. A few specs of gray hair but was undoubtedly entering middle age gracefully. His hands rested between his legs, right above a huge bulge Ramiro couldn’t take his eyes off of.

He walked through the pool, to present the small bowl. He wasn’t in swimming trunks, just a pair of tight black and gold imperial undies, mandated as his uniform. As was Ms. Gretchen’s will. She enjoyed hosting neighbors, to flaunt off her wealth. The house, the land, the pool, all symbols of her status. The pool boys were the eye candy. Or more, if she so desired. The choice of underwear was to show off their best qualities, their asses and cocks, once the water soaked their lower halves.

Dave was here because Ms. Gretchen was Daddy hunting. She had all this money but wanted a man to stuff her with a baby. The lady of the house however could be quite…greedy. Currently she retreated to her room under the guise of changing clothes but was undoubtedly getting her pussy wet on Agustín’s cock, Ramiro’s older brother. There was nothing she loved more than riding her favorite pool boy. For the past 4 nights, Ramiro heard Agustín sneaking back into their pool guest house. The shower would turn on then he’d walk in as if cracking their employer’s back wasn't a big deal. For all their escapades, Ms. Gretchen never seemed worried about getting knocked up with Agustín’s baby before finding the man of her dreams. 

Ramiro was here to entertain and assess Mr. Beckinsale. See, if he was worth Ms. Gretchen’s time. Sure, she wanted him but didn’t mean he met her standards. Anyone could see Mr. Beckinsale was handsome but was he kind, caring, rich? That last one was really important, but not as important as how full his bull balls were and how huge of a load did he shoot? Ramiro didn’t know the answer to any but knew it wasn’t going to work out for his employer. From the moment he stepped onto the property, Mr. Beckinsale only had eyes for the Moreno brothers. The man was gay. Ramiro knew it for a fact, but Ms. Gretchen would want evidence.

The Hispanic pool boy stepped in between, Mr. Beckinsale’s open legs, resting the bowl on the man’s thighs. The guest was shocked as Ramiro fed him a piece of watermelon. The larger man had to lean over to take a bite. Then Ramiro slowly took his own bite from the same piece, eyes on Mr. Beckinsale. The man’s cock hardened inside his pants making an even more visible print. Took a lot of strength for Ramiro not to pull it out. Although they were having a moment, the man still believed he was here for innocuous reasons. He could pop boners all day long, but until a line was crossed, he was still on Ms. Gretchen’s list. And if they did prefer men, Ms. Gretchen was a fan of her pool boy drawing out the sexual tension. Also left her more time to have sex. 

“Would you like anything else, Mr. Beckinsale?” Ramiro asked.

“Dave, call me Dave.” He requested. They finished off the rest of the watermelon eating the other pieces the same way. Ramiro got out of the pool, feeling Dave’s eyes on his ass. He turned back, as the man nervously looked anywhere else. Then he did a stretch purposefully thrusting his crotch forward. Before turning back inside the house. The look on Dave’s face…Ramiro wanted to kiss it so badly.  The older man was just a bundle of good vibes and nerves, even if he was straight, Dave would still be out of his depth on Ms. Gretchen’s property. Ramiro had his struggles being around the man, and not all of it had to do with what was under his clothes.

Ever since I got my hands on that chronivac thing, my frat has been fucking unstoppable. I’ve turned every single member of ours into a bronzed musclegod while taking down a peg the guys from the other frats. Hell, I even let my bros use my laptop sometimes to go out and have fun changing idiots on campus, cause they’re my frat and I trust them.

These two idiots are Marty and Dom, they used to be ever so chubby, a result of a car crash injury that left them both unnable to exercise for a couple do months, but when I got the Chronivac the first thing I did was make them BIG again, and maybe increase some of their attributes while I was at it. They were immensely grateful, and I thought I had earned myself allies for life. So imagine my surprise when I woke up, with the two of them staring at me from the foot of my bed with my laptop in their hands.

“Good morning?” I said, confused

“Good morning, captain jackass!” Marty answered

“Shut up Marty. What the hell are you two doing?” I asked them, but already having a guess in mind

“We’re taking over the ship, broski. Me and Marty over here decided that it’s unfair that you get to hog all the power of the Chronivac for yourself, thinking you can make rules like “Don’t use it to make girls suck our dicks” or “Don’t make global level changes”, so we’re taking you down so me and Marty can be co-kings!” Dom said, with a smirk on his face

“Yeah, and you’re gonna get turned into some dumb ass faggot who only thinks of sucking marty and dom dick, sucking marty and dom dick and sucking marty and dom dick!” Marty laughed

Oh for christ’s sake, I really shouldn’t have trusted these morons.

“Marty, Dom, come on guys, I was nice enough to make you guys actually notice the changes, and I literally let you use it all the time. I keep those rules in place so just things don’t get out of control, or do you want to get the attention of other users. Hand me the phone and I’ll forget this ever happened.” I told them, calmly stating my intention

“Like hell we are! Here, wanna do the honors of transforming Mason the Frat King into Mason the Frat Dump, Marty?” Dom asked, still laughing

“Yuhuh! Bye bye, big man in charge, enjoy being our dumb bitch!” Marty said, laughing as he pressed the enter button

Then, there was a bright flash of light from the screen, and I heard them scream as I let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s with the noise, fags?” I said, still laughing to myself “Did you dumbfucks really think I’d not take some precautions as to avoid getting betrayed like this? It’s a secret, but this has happened before. That cock sucker Anthony from Kappa Kappa Tau was my right hand man, but he tried to turn me into a fag boy and It bounced right back at ‘im. I’m the Chronivac Master here, and don’t you forget that.”

Detective Robbie McKay laid on the gurney, surrounded by doctors and nurses who rushed him through the endless hospital hallways with a pace indicating urgency. His body throbbed with pain and each breath was more agonizing than the last. As the medication did its best to numb his discomfort, his mind floated in and out of consciousness with memories of a shootout flashing before his eyes. He could still hear the exchange of gunfire, see the bombardment of quick flashes, and feel the searing pain of a bullet tearing through his flesh.

Memories of the briefing earlier that day invaded his thoughts as well. He remembered sitting at this desk, surrounded by fellow officers, listening intently as Chief Ramirez laid out the plan to bust a notorious drug ring.

"An informant on the inside tells us that they're planning on moving a shipment of drugs, guns and other paraphernalia out of their warehouse tonight. That's why I'm gonna need all units on deck." Chief Ramirez spoke with authority as he went into the details, most of which were too hazy for Robbie to remember.

Robbie did remember being pulled aside by the Chief. "Thanks again for agreeing to come along McKay. I know you're in homicide but for a bust this big I'm going to need my best guys."

"As if saying no was even an option Chief. You know I'll follow you anywhere into battle." Robbie was as loyal as they'd come. Devoted to his job and to his boss, those last words echoed in Robbie's head as he soon faced the consequences of his undying commitment.

As Robbie drifted back to awareness, he caught snippets of conversation around him. Voices muffled by the haze of medication and trauma. But one voice cut through the fog—the commanding tone of Chief Ramirez.

"Do whatever you can to save him. We can't lose him." The Chief's voice demanded.

"But sir, he's lost a lot of blood. And the bullet pierced one of the lungs—"

"I don't care dammit!" Chief Ramirez slammed his fist against the wall, urgency dripping from every word. "Use the machine if you have to. You have my permission."

Robbie tried to focus, to make sense of the situation. Machine? They were speaking as if he was on the verge of death. Robbie had much more questions on his mind but he was soon hit with another wave fogginess. His eyelids grew heavy again, a sign that the meds were about to work their magic once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, monitors beeping softly in the background. He tried to move, but every inch of his body protested in agony.

"Ch-Chief?" Robbie tried to call out, his voice sounding off. "Nurse??" His throat felt dry but thankfully a glass of water sat on the table next to his bed. As Robbie feebly reached for the drink he noticed a drastic change that sent a jolt of panic down his spine.

His hands, once fair and calloused from years of police work, now bore a darker complexion, somewhat of a caramel color. And they were adorned with tattoos—symbols he didn't recognize inked into his skin.

He reached up to touch his head, expecting to feel the familiar buzz of his crew cut. But his fingers met smooth skin instead, his hair shaved down to the scalp. And when he brushed his hand against his face, he felt not the familiar stubble of his beard, but a neatly trimmed goatee framing his fuller lips.

"What's going on??!" Robbie screamed out, hoping for anyone to hear him. "What happened to me??" This time he could make out the distinct change in his voice. With these longer sentences he could make out an accent, one belonging to the people he'd occasionally arrest on the streets.

Fear surged through him as he struggled to make sense of the situation unfolding before him. He had been shot in the chest, he remembered that much. But everything else felt wrong—unnatural. This had to be dream, a nightmare even, but the constant pain he felt confirmed that this was indeed reality.

Summoning all his strength, Robbie pushed himself out of the bed, his muscles protesting with every movement. Clutching his midsection where the pain was the strongest, he stumbled toward the bathroom, desperate for answers.

When he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, his heart nearly stopped. Staring back at him was not the face of Robbie McKay, decorated and revered detective from the LAPD, but that of a stranger—a Latino man with dark eyes and a stern expression.

Panic seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief. What had happened to him? How could this be real?

Robbie approached the mirror, getting a better look at his new self. The height disparity was one of the first things he noticed. Having been accustomed to towering over everything at 6'4'', he must now have been no taller than 5'7''. He also realized his tattoos not only stopped at his arms, but covered his chest, torso, and from what he could make out his back as well. Whatever skin wasn't covered by black ink was marred by scars.

Before he could make sense of it all, the hospital staff burst into the room, their voices a blur of confusion and concern. They moved quickly to sedate him, their hands gentle yet firm as they guided him back to the bed.

And then Chief Ramirez entered the room, his expression grave as he approached Robbie's bedside.

"I'm sorry, Robbie," the chief said, his voice heavy with regret. "You are one of our best and you were on the brink of death. So I had to make a difficult decision."

Robbie's heart pounded in his chest as he listened, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place.

"The procedure is experimental. Only the higher ups back in DC know of its existence. But I managed to pull a few strings in exchange for access to their machine." The chief coldly explained the situation.

"What did you to do me? Who is this man?" Robbie pleaded for answers, pointing at his face as he looked at the chief with frantic eyes.

"We swapped your body with that of one of the gang members. He got hit pretty badly during the exchange, but his situation wasn't as dire as yours." There was a pause that for Robbie felt like an eternity.

"He died in your body just a moment ago." Chief lingered on that last sentence for a moment. "It was the only way to save you."

The words echoed in Robbie's mind, sending a chill down his spine. He had been transformed into a stranger, thrust into a world he didn't belong to, all against his will.

"And who said I wanted this? To look like a fucking thug from across the border? What am I supposed to tell my wife? My kids??" As Robbie's voice rose, the beeping from the monitors followed suit.

"Please try to keep calm. Your heart rate's spiking." A nurse tried to get the cop to settle down.

"Vete a la mierda pinche cabrónes!"

The sudden outburst caused the entire room to fill with silence, the only noise being the increasingly frequent beeps coming from the machines. Robbie hadn't even realized he cursed out everyone in the room in fluent Spanish, a language he was barely familiar in.

"Give us the room." The chief ordered the doctors and nurses working on Robbie to leave, which they all promptly did. Shutting the door behind them, he approached Robbie, standing right next to his bed.

"I understand that you're upset, son." Chief Ramirez spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice ditching his usually authoritative tone, this time adopting a tinge of empathy. "But we have a plan for you. That's if you want it of course."

Robbie stared at his boss with a vindictive expression. What could he do to make this situation better? What could the Chief even remotely offer? Curiosity eventually got the better of him. "What is it?"

Chief Ramirez took out a manilla folder and tossed in on Robbie's lap. Opening it up, Robbie would find a picture of the man whose body he now possessed. Beneath it would be documents listing the man's demographics, arrest records, even unpaid parking tickets. Any information the government would have about this man's life would be found in that folder.

"Rogelio Fuentes." Robbie read the man's name out loud with a quiver in his voice.

"You're a great detective Robbie. One of the best the department's ever seen. Now with you in that body, we have a direct line to the underbelly of the crime ring that's devastating this city. We have the opportunity to take it down from within." The chief explained.

"Y-You want me to pretend to be this guy?" Robbie gawked in disbelief. "Play undercover cop?!"

"That's exactly what I'm asking. Assume this man's life, live as Rogelio Fuentes and coordinate with us as we dismantle this gang from the inside."

"But my wife and my kids..?"

"As far as they're concerned, you'll be dead. Died bravely fighting for his city. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, but I also know how important serving and protecting the community is to you. Your unwavering dedication to the force is what drew me to you. It's what made me fight hard to get those doctors to save your life. Because we can't let someone like that go to waste."

Robbie stared ahead, ignoring Chief Martinez as he deeply pondered the predicament he found himself in. While he loved his job, was he willing to throw his previous life away for such a big task?

"And like I said before, this was an experimental procedure using technology from the Feds. Complete this mission and impress them enough, maybe they'd let us use it again to get you a more suitable body in the future."

The room filled with silence once more. Robbie could only think about what he'd be leaving behind. His family, his friends, his old life. But if he said no to Chief Martinez, would he even be able to return to his wife and kids as he is? Would they accept his story? Believe him when he were to tell them who he is?

"I'll do it." Robbie looked at the chief with determination. "Nomás digame lo qué tengo que hacer."

Robbie felt a surge of valor coursing through his veins. He knew the risks involved—the dangers of taking on and dismantling a powerful cartel from the inside. But Robbie was never one to back down from a challenge. He was determined to do whatever it took to rid the streets of drugs and violence, to make his city a safer place for its citizens, but most importantly his family who'd have to carry on without him. Although a little hope remained that after all was said and done, the Chief would even be able to carry out his end of the deal and he'd soon be able to reunite with his family.

I looked out of place. And I was nervous too, though whether because of looking out of place or something else, I don't know. All around me, there were handsome men and beautiful women going on about their days. Couples in love and their pets. Seniors and their families. Where I grew up, the richer sort would scoff at me for being unsightly and wealthless, and my psyche defended itself with the feeling of being morally superior. Here I was surrounded by normal people. Nice, kind and helpful. I felt better, and worse at the same time.

There's no people here. Thank goodness. Just me, inside this pod. In my parents’ days, going through immigration as an outsider came to mind in the form of long lines of impatient and desperate individuals queuing before tall, glass-shielded booths to be questioned, at times yelled at, or, once in a blue moon, detained. The practice isn't entirely gone, but fortunately in Halithia the experience is more intimate and less anxiety-inducing, even for someone like me whose documents could hardly get me through even airport security. Every applicant is assigned a single pod, where everything will take place. The standard stuffs. Verification of identity, confirmation of status, and, in my case, acceptance of my application for fast-tracked citizenship, and announcing the final decision.

A bit of a longer read, hope you guys enjoy and happy Pride!

It wasn't always that nice around ███████.

I want that on record before anyone reads what happened next, because I spent thirty-one years being the kind of man who always tried doing the right thing for our town. ███████ was mine. I knew every pipe and breaker in the town because I sold them over the counter six days a week. I knew all the morally questionable crap these people did for the "sake" of God.

I kept it all to myself though.

Why? Because that's the only way someone like me could survive this long in this place.

When the council voted on banning anything related to homosexuality in the town forever, I clapped along. In the same meeting, Pastor Finch scheduled a men's prayer night the following weekend.

I signed up like everybody else. I had to.

I thought maybe if I pretended long enough, I'd start to believe it. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if no one ever found out, I could live a "normal" life, and maybe even be happy.

Of course, I was wrong.

When one of the hottest guys you had ever met came deep in your ass after 3 hours of the most intense, mind blowing sex of your entire life, you weren’t expecting him to start apologizing.

“Oh fuck. Bro, I am so fucking sorry.” The muscle bull said as he pulled his massive cock out of your juicy bubble butt, leaving a trail of cum behind as he did.

“Sorry? About what?” You asked, an almost delirious smile on your face as you came down from the high of the incredibly intense climax. It had been a long time since you had sex that good, and a long time since you had sex at all to be honest, so you felt amazing. You weren’t usually one for hookups, but the incredibly muscular, hairy, sexy man before you – who you could now remember was named Wade as you finally came down from the high of sex enough to truly think – was just too hot to resist. He was big, manly, very affectionate, and almost animalistic in the bedroom. Perhaps too much, since he seemed to have broken the condom he was using in his sexual frenzy. “Oh. Fuck. You don’t have any STDs or whatever they’re called these days, right?” You asked, slightly nervous.

“Uh, well, something like that.” Wade said, scratching his beefy chest, a guilty look on his face “Fuck, bro I am so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I mean, this sucks, but it’s not the end of the world. I mean, I can go to a clinic and they can probably help me out. A lot of this stuff can be dealt with if I get it early…” You said, half trying to convince yourself as well as him. You knew that STDs were a lot more treatable than they used to be, and that if you got treatment quickly there was a chance that whatever this is wouldn’t really affect your life at all, but the look of panic on Wade’s face was enough to make you feel somewhat nervous.

“No, dude, you don’t understand.” Wade said, running a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated groan that almost sounded like a growl. “It’s not a fucking STD man, it’s-”

You felt a sudden wave of dizziness hit as your entire body began to heat up. You fell back onto your bed as the skin across your body started to itch like crazy, a strange heat under your skin making you feel like your entire body was on fire. You let out a deep groan as you began to rub and scratch your skin, trying to get some relief as you writhed on the bed “W-what’s happening!?” You yelled out, feeling your body start to swell with muscle as hair popped up across your entire body.

“Fuck, I am so sorry man. Look, just don’t try to fight it man. It’ll only make the transformation harder.” Wade said, joining you on the bed. As his hands touched your warm, newly hairy skin, you felt a deep, pleasurable relief wherever he touched you “God little me is going to be so fucking pissed. But I swear, I’m not going to leave you behind. I’m going to teach you everything there is to being a Beast. Gonna make you feel so good, gonna be a good mate for you, I promise.” he said, his deep voice comforting as his thick muscular body pressed against your growing one.

You still weren’t sure what was happening. Your body felt strange and foreign and hot, and you felt new instincts well inside you as you seemed to recede into unconsciousness, someone else taking your place. But as you fell deeper into your own mind and felt Wade’s beard scratch your neck as he kissed you roughly, a small part of you was glad that at least you wouldn’t have to face whatever this was alone.

—

When you got the notification that a package had arrived at your door, you were confused by the sleek black box sitting right outside your place. You didn’t remember ordering anything, and unlike most cardboard deliveries, this one had an expensive design. You carefully brought the strange package inside and opened it. Inside was a black-and-gold envelope resting atop a few expensive items. You knew it wasn’t something you would have ordered, but the address on the box was yours.

Picking up the envelope, you ripped open the flap and pulled out a black card with gold lettering. There was a scent to the note, almost as if it were lightly spritzed with some cologne or perfume. The note didn’t offer much explanation, either about what this box was for or why it was sent to you.

From Your Secret Admirer. A Self-Improvement Box.

On the back was a scribbled phone number, clearly handwritten by whoever sent the strange gift to you. You tried calling it a few times, but whoever was on the other end didn’t seem to bother picking up. Texting the number yielded no response either, and you were left stumped about what to do with the surprise gift sitting on your kitchen table. Before you could decide anything, you looked more closely at the items inside. There seemed to be a bottle of cologne, a dark liquid glimmering back at you inside the glass. There was also a sleek signet ring, although you weren’t exactly someone who really bothered dressing up or wearing jewelry. And finally, perhaps the most expensive of the three items: a smartwatch. It looked quite minimalistic in design, like one of those fitness watches you would see on a fitness influencer or athlete to track their physical progress. And while it was tempting, you still weren’t exactly convinced that this box was meant for you.

You sighed as you picked up the smartwatch, admiring its fancy design. The metal felt cool and smooth, and for a moment, you entertained the idea of having something like it. Even if you weren’t going to use the items from the strange gift box, it didn’t hurt to imagine what it would be like. Slipping the smartwatch over your wrist, you found yourself enjoying its weight. It might have been great in another life, but right now it didn’t fit your personal aesthetic.

As you moved to remove it, you were surprised to find the device properly latched to your wrist. You grunted as you tried to pull off the new piece of techwear, but it didn’t budge. The strap stayed tight; it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the watch wouldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried. Resigning yourself to the gift, you sighed and left it alone. Not wanting to deal with the weirdness, you closed the box and set it aside, hoping to forget about it. Whoever sent it clearly meant it for someone else, and it was best not to touch another item that wasn’t meant for you.

The rest of your day went by uneventfully. You had a few errands to run, but thankfully, you still had the whole weekend before work. As you went about your tasks, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling that you were more energized and invigorated. By the time you got home, you felt an extra bounce in your step, like you could run a mile or two. Glancing down at your new smartwatch, your eyes widened at the tracked steps. You certainly got a lot done today, and the light whiff of sweat from your pits told you as much. Once home, the change felt even harder to ignore.

Making your way to the shower, you found it a bit more difficult to pull off your clothes. Maybe it was the sweat making them stick to your skin, but you couldn’t help twisting and turning your shoulders as you tugged your shirt off. Leaving your clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, you cast a quick glance at your naked body in the mirror. There were glimpses of definition there, and flexing your biceps showed off some nice peaks. You didn’t pay much attention to it, though, just posing as if it were natural. The last thought you had was that your gym workouts were really starting to show, even though you had forgotten it had been some time since you had even set foot in a gym.

It had been some of the most restful sleep you had ever had that night. The shower was soothing, and you practically dreamed of the slippery sensation of soap bubbles sliding down your back. When you blinked open your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that you seemed much lower than normal. Swinging your thick legs off the side, your large feet thumped along the floor. It seemed that your bed frame had broken again, but this was a common occurrence for you. You struggled to find something that could hold all of your muscular weight. For now, you would have to leave the indented mattress on the floor until you figured out something else. You sighed as you stood to your towering height, ducking your head under the doorframe out of habit. From there, you headed toward the bathroom.

Lumbering toward the bathroom, you raised your hands to scratch and rub at your meaty pecs. It was always a welcome sight to wake up and see such a delicious view each morning, with the valley between your pecs leading down to a chiseled set of abs. Of course, cutting and bulking routines were practically second nature at this point, as your physique was something you put your whole life and soul into. You positioned yourself in front of the mirror once more, your naked body on full display. Sleeping naked was really the only comfortable way for you to get good rest now. Clothes always felt restrictive, particularly when they did very little to conceal your hefty, sizeable bulge. A stray hand slid down to fondle your swaying cock as you admired your physique. It had become a bit of a morning routine, with your admiration for the hard work you put into your body.

A soft beep from your smartwatch reminded you of the brunch you were getting later with some friends. Grateful for such a convenient device, you rarely took the watch off. It felt like second nature to have it on you. As you washed up and prepared for the day, you reached over to grab some cologne to spray on. Your hands found an unfamiliar bottle, practically unopened, with the amount of black liquid still inside. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, you applied a few quick spritzes to your chest and neck. The smell was rich, dark, and musky, like bergamot mixed with leather. Your eyes widened as your brain began to register the bottle in your hand. It came from that strange box you found yesterday, though you didn’t remember taking it out and setting it in your bathroom.

Your brows furrowed at the strange mystery, but the beeping alarm from your smartwatch quickly interrupted you. You didn’t have time to think about that now; you’d have to deal with it when you got back home. Hurrying out of the bathroom, you turned to the side to let your boulder-sized shoulders and wide back through without bumping the frame. Throwing together a quick, easy streetwear outfit, you took a moment to admire how the clothes clung to your skin. The shirt was almost a crop top, so small, and you could practically see the seams starting to rip. One simple bicep flex and it would burst into a flutter of tattered fabric. Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you hurried out the door, leaving behind a deliciously thick scent.

Meeting up with your friends was always enjoyable, and you were glad that everyone had enough free time to grab a meal together and catch up. Today seemed a bit off, though, as more than one person kept complimenting the way you took care of your facial hair or how nice a tan you had. You weren’t really sure why they were so hung up about that. Your skin was a rich caramel tone, covered with a healthy dusting of coarse, dark hair. When you first met your friends, you had told them about your summers in Pakistan visiting family. The facial and body hair was an absolute must for you; there was no way you were ever shaving it off, especially when it was part of your manly, masculine appeal. While people kept pointing out the obvious, you noticed how one of your friends seemed particularly infatuated with your scent. He made small comments about how nice your watch looked or how the new cologne really suited you. His attention made the whole outing feel more charged.

He hadn’t been someone you had noticed before, really, but even you couldn’t deny the way his eyes lingered on the dark hair peeking out from under your shirt sleeve, leaving very little to the imagination with the growing sweat stain under your pits. The summer sun wasn’t exactly kind to your darker complexion as you all sat outside, and you could feel the top of your head grow warm under the rays. But a quick wipe on your forehead with the back of your hand, and you were back to catching up with your friends about what they had been up to. By then, the moment had settled into the afternoon.

Brunch ended rather uneventfully, with a few promises to meet up again soon. Your smaller friend seemed to linger back to give you a hug goodbye, and you couldn’t help but notice how his head seemed to slip up between your pecs comfortably, like a missing puzzle piece finding where it belonged. You offered him a strong, hearty squeeze, making sure to press his slim frame up against all your heat. The other man squeaked in surprise at the feeling of your flexed muscles pressed up against his backside, and he scurried away just as frantically as he appeared. Shaking your head in amusement, you scratched at your hairy chest as you made your way back home. It was finally time to just kick back and relax.

With nothing else planned for the day, you began peeling off the sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side for you to deal with later. Flopping down on the couch naked, you could still catch a whiff of the dark cologne you sprayed on this morning. Mixed in with your natural musk, the scent was actually quite overwhelming. The spiced scents flooded through your nostrils, and your eyes rolled back at the rather intense smell that rattled your brain. Dazed in the moment, your head lolled to the side to stare out at your coffee table.

There, perched upon the glass, was that simple black box. Before, you didn’t want a single thing to do with it. You hadn’t even had time to look into who it might actually belong to. But now, there seemed to be this strange pull that enticed you closer. It was like your body was moving on autopilot, with you, a passenger, watching a movie. As you pulled back the box lid, you saw the note with the phone number lying inside next to a signet ring. Pulling out both objects, you felt a sensation in your chest that made you focus more on the ring.

It was a simple, golden band with a nicely designed crest on top. It certainly looked expensive, which fit your style perfectly. Without much thought for anything else, you slipped it onto your pinky. The new piece of jewelry made things begin to click into place, like a fog of confusion lifting from your mind. In that moment, you knew that this was who you were meant to be. A beefed-up, hairy, hunk of a man that was in control of everything in his life. All the decisions, the guidance, the permission granting… it lingered in the back of your throat like a cough. Dominance never felt like a personality trait or a role you had to fill. It was just who you were as a person, and people loved you for it.

Twiddling the note between your fingers, you flipped the piece of paper over to read the hand-scribbled number on the back. In that moment, you remember why that number seemed so familiar to you. A small, knowing smirk formed on your lips as you grabbed your phone off the coffee table. It seemed there was a rather naughty, needy boy who needed to understand what his role was in your new dynamic. He would have to become reacquainted with the new you, given that he did so all on his own, without your permission. You turned on your phone camera, taking a picture of your naked body. Making sure to include your heavy set of balls, hairy chest, and half-chubbed cock, you texted over the photo to the person who sent over the box. It was ridiculous that he even thought you needed self-improvement. You were perfect the way you were, like a god who decided to walk amongst the mere mortals.

get over here, boy. it seems you’ve done something without my permission again. you’ll have to earn my forgiveness.

The reply came back fired back just as quickly, a simple “Yes, Sir,” giving you all the confirmation you needed. It made no difference. If he didn’t come, it was his loss. And if he did, you would show him the fruits of his labors. Until then, you reclined on the couch and made yourself comfortable. It was going to be a long and eventful rest of the day.

/muscle tf, gradual tf, dumber tf, blue collar tf

Something was going on with your roommate Art- err- Arthur. He hated the nickname "Art" now which had found strange. It had been months since he started the job search and no one would hire him– that was until the car shop gave him an interview. It was random, he applied on a whim, but somehow he got it. He didn't know anything about cars, he didn't even look the part. Short, scrawny, and very obviously nerdy. Ever since he got the job though, small things would change about him day after day. He seemed happier, but when you asked about how his job was going he'd always say that he "didn't really remember" the day. After his hair had turned blonde and he put on 20 pounds of muscle, you decided to go check his job out.

"Yeah I got some car troubles I might visit you later" you feign, he just nods at you.

"Aite bro" he says lounged on the couch, shirtless. His voice mightve been a smidge deeper but you couldn't really tell. The thing about the changes were that they were so gradual that you didn't notice until they progresses further.

Showing up to the car shop, some older muscular gentleman checked you in.

"This is Arthur, he'll be workin on your car today" the older gentleman said in a deep southern drawl.

However this wasn't Arthur, not his arthur. it was like a dl southern man's wet dream. This man was well above six foot, his shirt clinging tightly to his hefty pecs, strained across his wide muscular shoulders. Maybe there were just two Arthurs working here. That's it, that had to be it. He wore a hat with the logo of the company, your mouth salivated as you watched his huge vascular hand fall into a wave, his thick arm inadvertently flexing.

"Yo bro! Duncan, this is the roommate I was telling you about." Duncan smiled.

"Is that so" Duncan ushered you to the garage where you car had already been parked.

"This must be confusing for you" Duncan spoke, "but rest assured that your friend is still himself– just a little changed to be more of our use. Do not fret, he did agree to these changes."

You had a million questions but you couldn't manage to choke out any. Arthur inspected your car as you watched hsi rippling muscles through his shirt. At somepoint he had pulled off the shirt but you hadn't noticed because you were so entranced by the hunk.

"I understand that there has been some leaks into his personal life, his work life changing his baseline. If that's what you're worried about please know that he told us he wouldn't mind if that happened. 'I don't want to be a nerd anyways'."

"I'm sorry, what is going to change about him?"

"Not too much, mainly physical stuff– but he may adopt the psychological ones just by virtue of being in that kind of body"

Arthur's tan skin glistened, his back muscles carved out of granite. You could see the outline of his dick pulsing against his jeans.

"Looks like he's excited to see you! Havent seen him that hard before haha. No amount of reprogramming can change their true souls, so he's still gay."

Arthur jogged up the two of them, keys in hand, "heres these back bud. Doesnt look like anything wrong" a slight southern accent had tinted his raspy deep bro tone. You couldn't help but to stare down at his giant bulge, the outline of it looked so heavy.

"I see you're both enjoying this." Duncan says glancing down at your own chubbed member, "I'll leave you two to it then" Duncan said as he stepped back into the office, closing the door.

As soon as he did so Arthur's demeanor shifted, he lifted your chin up with his hand and kissed you sloppily, he tasted like cigarettes and musk. As you unlatched he slowly lowered you to your knees.

"Now be a good fag and open up for me, roomie"