Bigger, Stronger, Better

Check out the longer sequel to this by @mrwavellswaps here!

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I couldn't explain where the urge to try on a pair of my husband Richard's underwear came from. I mean, I'm his wife, why would I want that? Not to mention he was a good foot taller than me, bulky with muscle and hung like a horse so I knew they wouldn't be close to fitting. That was part of the joke I'd been making with him though after sex one night, how one pair of his boxers would most likely completely swallow me up. Only he'd become weirdly defensive about it. Brushing it off and first, then trying to say it was a silly idea and that I shouldn't do it. It wasn't like his usual self to be so avoidant on such a seemingly random topic.

Now I know why.

The second I'd stepped into the things when I'd been doing his laundry on my day off I knew something was up. I felt weird, my whole body aching out of nowhere. I didn't realise it was the underwear at first so went to have a lie down in our bed.

It only got weirder from there.

The aching didn't go away, and over the next hour it got worse and worse. My whole body felt off in a way I couldn't explain. I felt heavy and weirdly sick in my lower stomach area, and my voice sounded hoarse and deep whenever I groaned from the discomfort. And to top it all off my head felt so fuzzy I could barely concentrate on anything.

"Ah fuck... What is-" I stopped when I realised the voice coming out of my mouth sounded like Richard's. "The hell?!"

And that's what brought me to now. Sitting barely dressed in my husband's body waiting for him to get home from work. I'd sent a text demanding he came home for a family emergency, since it didn't take an idiot to figure out what had happened. He was always cagey about his underwear. Always had the same pairs that never got worn out or ripped. And then I'd put them on and changed? Yeah, he had some explaining to do.

"Babe I'm home!" Richard's voice came from the front door. "What's the matter? What's wrong?"

I smirked. "In here babe."

Richard's footsteps echoed through the house until he came face to face with me. With himself. The shocked expression on his face was priceless, one that said he knew exactly what had happened to me.

"So... Want to explain?" I said, smirking at him with his own face. I raised an arm and flexed my bicep, then glanced back at him. "Because I feel pretty fucking good like this, but I do wonder what secret you've been hiding that meant this happened."

Richard gulped. "I... I can explain." He sighed and ran his hands over his face. "I used to be a girl. Never felt happy, then I stumbled on those underwear made by some company called LifeCorp. Tried living as a dude instead and life was instantly better. Jobs came easier, no periods, and just being a dude felt so damn good. So... I keep wearing them so it never wears off."

Richard to his credit looked guilty as hell. Lying about who he was didn't sit too well with me, but I could be a forgiving person. Especially when I understood completely where he was coming from.

I stood up and walked over to Richard, smirking a little all the while. "I get it, don't worry. I don't blame you at all for the choices you made my love."

Richard looked surprised. "You don't? I always thought..."

"Shhhh, it's fine." I pressed a finger to his lips. "I get it because of the last few hours being a man I've jerked off twice and it's been incredible. I feel so fucking strong it's addictive." I flexed again; I wasn't ever going to get over that feeling. "Hope you don't mind having a husband, because damn do I want some of these for myself."

A blush spread over Richard's face, one currently identical to mine. "I ummmm, actually prefer men. I love you and all but... Honestly you being a dude would be a dream come true."

I licked my lips and grinned. "Then we better get to designing a body and picking a new name for me hmm? Right after you let me fuck your ass with your own cock."

(Original story posted July 14th 2024) Minor corrections and edits

This story is a sequel to Coming Home by @tf-lover Go read his caption if you haven’t already!

It’d been a couple of days since I tried on Richard’s ‘special’ underwear from lifecorp. The transformation had finally worn off, returning me to my boring old female form. I didn’t hate being a woman of course. I never had. But that feeling of being a massive bulky man with a thick cock had been intoxicating on so many levels. It was the exact same feeling Richard had described. That said, I still couldn’t believe it when he told me he used to be a woman as well. He’d played the part of being a man so flawlessly since the day we met. I can’t blame him for getting addicted to that new body though. Especially after experiencing what it’s like for myself.

We'd talked at length about getting another pair of underwear for me from LifeCorp. One with my own custom body built into it and everything so that we wouldn’t be twins this time. Not that we hadn’t enjoyed being identical hunks. It was actually hot as fuck to stare at one another knowing that we were identical in every way. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be easy to explain if people saw us kissing and holding hands out in public.

“Okay so this is the site I bought the underwear from…” Richard said as he pulled up an old tab from the history on his laptop. “I came across it after seeing an advertisement and I was just too intrigued to ignore it.” He scrolled through the site a little, passing by all sorts of crazy options and sub sections that talked about nanotechnology and bodysuits. But he stopped once he reached the section about transformative clothing. I could only assume it used the same nanotech the site had been advertising. A few more clicks and we found ourselves at a ‘customise your body’ page where Richard handed me the reins.

On the screen there was a 3D model of a nude man that looked almost frighteningly realistic. He was very average looking to begin with but thankfully there were tons of editing options. Some options were broad while others were very specific. I could alter the height, structure, ethnicity, weight, hair, facial features, muscles and so much more. Everything was customisable. It sort of reminded me of the sims but with even more detail. To the point where Richard eventually just left me to it as I spent the next god knows how many hours customising my new body. Trying out every option I could find and seeing what changed. You could even make mental alterations as well. Small changes to the way your brain works in order to alter your attitude and the way you think. You could even change the things you find interest in and what hobbies you enjoy. You could even choose your sexuality! The amount of control I had over my new self only continued to blow me away at every step.

When I was finally finished I leaned back in my chair to admire my work. I looked at the body I’d created for myself with pride. I double checked almost anything to make sure there wasn’t anything else I wanted to add or change. Once I was certain, I saved all the changes and applied them to my custom body. From there all I had to do was select an article of clothing for my new body to be attached to and naturally I picked a pair of boxer briefs just like Richard. The site said that the transformation would linger for a few days after removing the clothing as I was already well aware. Pretty convenient for being able to wash them, take showers and have sex without worrying about turning back to normal.

Before I knew it I’d completed all the steps. With that done I paid the money and my order from LifeCorp was being prepared!

I didn’t show Richard my new body on the site because I wanted it to be a surprise. Going off what he’d divulged these last few days about his preferences in men, I was sure my new male body was gonna drive him crazy.

When the package finally arrived I couldn’t have been more ecstatic. I was the only one home at the time which gave me the perfect opportunity to try it out before Richard got back. And that’s exactly what I did. Ripping open the package like an animal until I got to my new underwear that was sealed in an airtight bag. Chills ran across my body as I unsealed the bag and pulled out the pristine boxer briefs. They looked big, just like Richard’s. I knew they’d fit me perfectly soon enough though…

I undressed and before long I was slipping the boxers up my slim feminine legs until they fit loosely around my waist. I was afraid they’d just slide down if I let go. But it wouldn’t be a problem for long as seconds later the boxers started to do their thing. I could already feel that familiar stream of energy flowing through my body.

It started the same way as before with an aching sensation that spread from head to toe. It wasn’t long after that my feminine features started to recede. My breasts being the most obvious as they deflated into a flat chest with smaller nipples while my form started to lose its female shape. My voice shifted up an octave or two as my face started to look a little less womanly. Soon enough I looked pretty androgynous. Riding the line between male and female to the point where it’d be hard for most people to slot me into a category. But I knew there was more to come

I low whimper escaped my lips as my body continued to shift further towards the masculine side of the spectrum. My height increase was one of the most noticeable things at first. Not just my limbs but my torso as well all began to lengthen. Pushing my former 5”7 statue up and up until I grew past 6 feet and reached an impressive 6”3. At the same time I could feel my hands and feet growing larger to compensate for everything else that was about to come.

It was only then that I noticed my hair retracting fast just like it had the first time I became a man. Those long brunette locks receded back into my scalp until I was left with a short fashionable men’s cut. In contrast to that however, facial hair sprouted across my jaw once again in a neat and well trimmed style that certainly gave my face a more manly edge. A look that was only further emphasised as my facial structure shifted away from the androgynous look and more towards rugged masculinity. As my looks became sharper, losing any kind of feminine softness I might’ve had left.

Only then did I let out a sudden grunt. It was as if I’d just been sucker punched in the gut. The sound that escaped my mouth was deep and hoarse but I was more focused on the way my pussy pulsed to register it. I knew exactly what was coming. My reproductive system began rearranging itself starting with my ovaries transforming inside me. Shifting around until another involuntary groan escaped my lips. I bit my lip as a large sack pushed its way out of my vagina, hanging heavily with two large testicles that were eager to pump my system full of testosterone. I could already feel the folds of my pussy starting to seal up but before they could finish, a small little cock head pushed its way through just above my new balls. And as the final traces of my vagina faded from existence, my new dick throbbed and grew until it was a thick healthy size that any man would be proud of. Perfect for stretching tight holes and blowing thick loads.

By now I was already a fully fledged cisgender man in every sense. Even more so as a subtle layer of body hair swept across my legs and forearms. However I still knew this was far from over.

There was a small pause in the transformation that allowed me to catch my breath but it didn’t last long. Soon enough almost every muscle in my body was consumed by a mix of icy cold and burning hot sensations that would’ve been excruciating in theory yet all I felt was an odd mix of discomfort and delight. Having gone through this once already, I recognised all the sensations as they came. Already I recognised this as the feeling of my muscle fibres breaking down and rejuvenating over and over again at an incomprehensible speed. Cramming years worth of intense training into a matter of minutes and the results were quickly beginning to show.

My chest began to protrude once more but this time with solid muscle instead of fat as it formed into a strong pair of pecs. My shoulders and traps thickened with wide muscle that would only serve to enhance the look of my broadening back. A helpless grin splashed across my manly face as I watched my biceps and triceps balloon with powerful mass that would bulge at the slightest movement with my forearms quickly following suit. Though I couldn’t help gritting my teeth slightly as a solid set of abs cobbled themselves onto my stomach with grace. All the while I could feel my glutes thickening into a tight hefty jock butt behind me that I just knew Richard was going to adore. And of course I couldn’t forget my legs as my thighs grew so thick that even if it weren’t for my new cock and balls I’d still be forced to man spread from now on. My calves certainly weren’t left out of the fun either as they bulked up to a thick rounded size that’d leave any man jealous. And just like that I’d been granted the physique of a gym god! Thick manly muscle from head to toe.

I started to flex almost immediately out of sheer glee. “God I missed this…” were the first words to come out of my mouth in this sexy new baritone voice of mine. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what it’d been like to have Richard’s big burly body since I changed back. I've been craving it. Dreaming about it every night up until now. The wait for getting my own pair of transformative underwear had been grueling to say the least but it was well worth it. Especially as I posed in all my male bodybuilder glory. I could hardly stop myself from groping every inch of this new form.

“And I definitely missed this.” I added while tugging open the front of my briefs to get a look at my new junk. Slipping a hand inside to get a shameless squeeze of my new man meat and cradle my balls a little. I’d found that oddly satisfying when I’d been using my husband's body. I’d wondered if it was just something his form enjoyed but I could now confirm that it was just a male thing that cradling your balls felt weirdly soothing.

From there I did pretty much everything you could think of in the short amount of time I had before Richard came home. Feeling every damn ridge of muscle across my new body. Checking out my muscle ass in the mirror. Playing with my new cock a little. Just for fun I tried on a pair of Richard’s big ass white socks that would have swamped my feet before. I couldn’t help feeling a little giddy when they wrapped around my new feet, nice and snug. I even slipped one of his hats on for a laugh and I had to admit it kinda suited me. I was gonna try on some more of his clothes when I heard his car pulling up in the driveway so instead I made a dash for the kitchen where I stood waiting as if everything was normal.

“Hey babe I’m ho-ohhh what the fuck!?” Richard blurted out, eyes wide when he caught sight of me. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he quickly realised that I wasn’t some random stranger in his house. “Wait… Alison? Is that you??” He asked, a hesitant smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s Alex now bro.” I responded with a cocky smirk in return, the jock bro attitude I’d installed with the mental changes had started shining through already. “My briefs from LifeCorp arrived earlier today and I couldn’t help myself dude. I just had to try these babies on and fuuuuuuck I feel amazing!” I tossed up my right arm in a powerful bicep flex before leaning in to kiss the muscle. “Barely been able to keep my hands off these guns.” I chuckled before sauntering up to Richard confidently.

“Woah. You uhhhh definitely made a great body for yourself… babe.” Richard gulped as I placed my hands on his waist. Even though we weren’t twins this time, I still felt just as huge and powerful as him which was a rush all on its own.

“You know I did baby.” I pressed my lips against his confidently, savouring that sweet feeling of our beards rubbing together. “Never felt fucking better!”

Richard’s face was already glowing red. “I can tell you messed around with those mental settings a little as well huh.” He stated, having quickly picked up on my dramatic change in tone and attitude.

“Ohhhhh yeah bro. Changed my speech up a little. Added a lust for fitness. Even knocked a couple points off my IQ because who the fuck needs to be smart when you can just be fucking swole! All the knowledge I need is gym knowledge dude.” I spouted. Of course I hadn’t made myself as dumb as brick, though I was tempted. Just enough to give off that authentic dumb gym bro vibe was all. And I was loving every second.

Without a second of hesitation I reached down and squeezed my husband's fat ass. “That said… I’m dying for a workout.”

“Oh yeah?” Richard blushed as our hard bulges rubbed together. “You uhhh… wanna head down to the gym and get a good sweat on?”

“Abso-fucking-lutly bro.” I gave Richard’s ass a hard smack, feeling it jiggle beneath my hand. “And after that the two of us can head into one of the private shower cubicles where I can get a good dick workout on that fat ass of yours.” I snarled. Part of me wanting to just rip his clothes off now and slam my cock inside of him. God I loved having a dick even if it meant fucking was all I could think about half the time.

Dumbing down is my speciality. I assume you know the way I work?

Overthinking can be a bummer. I do it all the time. The reason I do not change myself is because, in a world full of himbos, there should be one with brains! Otherwise, the world would collapse.

Let’s start big. I understand you are quite smart. Maybe an IQ of 120? 130? Usually I start of slowly, but not now. I have exams to learn for! Ever point of IQ I take from your brain will be transformed into a kilogram of muscle! So if I take 10 points, you will gain 10 kg. But, like I said, I want to finish this one quickly. -50 IQ, will make for 50 kg of muscle. Now for the ‘sweaty’ part. This will come naturally.

You’ve gained 50 kg of muscle. This muscle mass needs to have blood flowing through it. Your heart will have to pump a lot more blood. And a higher heartrate, the more you sweat.

He can feel that itch again, deep in his anus though. It was manageable at first but for some reason it keeps getting more and more intense.

It’s alright though. He’s got his pick of any dude in the audience, all of them staring like ravenous dogs.

│ NAME: "Matryoshka Doll"

│ CODE: STR- 2055

│ STATUS: [Active] — Is contained in the area for abnormal bulky objects

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│TYPE OF EXPOSURE: Contact teleportation + Genomic transformation

DESCRIPTION OF THE OBJECT

The object is a decorative matryoshka doll installation created by an unknown craftsman presumably in the 2000s. Height — 398 cm, base diameter — 252 cm. The weight is approximately 1,200 kg. The material is solid wood (the breed has not been identified, dendrological analysis has shown a structure that does not correspond to any known species, the wood has abnormal density and resistance to external influences). The painting is made in the traditional Russian style: red, gold, green and black colors, ornaments with floral patterns. On the central part there is an image of a woman's face in a headscarf with rosy cheeks and a smile. On the lower part there is an inscription in Cyrillic: "MOTHER RUSSIA". (Россия-Матушка)

The object was discovered during field work investigating a series of disappearances at a traveling exhibition of folk crafts in the city of New-York at[DATA DELETED]. During the dismantling of the exhibition, it turned out that the matryoshka doll was not included in the inventory of exhibits and was not listed in the documents. Attempts to contact the organizers of the exhibition failed — all those responsible for the formation of the exhibition denied the existence of the object. The anomaly was removed and placed in a bulky anomaly containment area.

PROPERTIES / ABNORMAL CHARACTERISTICS Features of abnormal activity: the object does not show activity when it is near a group of people (more than 2 people). However, at the moment when there is only one person left next to him, the object is activated. The process takes 0.3 seconds — the victim instantly disappears and finds himself inside the matryoshka doll. An external examination shows no signs of penetration — the surface of the matryoshka remains intact. The internal volume of the object, according to the scan data, allows it to be located in a kind of hollow space filled with a gel-like liquid (the space inside is non-Euclidean and has a volume sufficient to accommodate a person). The victim is kept inside the facility in suspended animation for 10 days. At this time, transformation processes are taking place. After 10 days, the matryoshka doll opens (it divides along the natural connection line of the parts), and the victim comes out. The facility closes automatically. The transformation takes place completely inside the matryoshka doll. The victim is unconscious, the pose is fetal, the arms are crossed over the chest. The transformation process is not accompanied by pain (according to the victims).

Transformation stages (data obtained by remote monitoring of vital signs through sensors installed in one of the controlled experiments): Stage 1: Reset of external characteristics (1-12 hours)

Hair and nails fall out.

The skin flakes off (full molt).

Clothes completely disintegrate at the molecular level.

Tattoos, scars, piercings, birthmarks disappear. Stage 2: Genetic rewriting (12-48 hours)

The victim's DNA is completely rewritten. The new genetic code corresponds to the average parameters of a man of Russian origin (Y-chromosomal haplogroup R1a, characteristic markers of northeastern Europe). The original genes are preserved in a minimum amount (less than 2%) to ensure the compatibility of biological tissues.

There is a restructuring of all body systems: height is adjusted to the range of 178-195 cm (average 185 cm). Weight — 85-100 kg (average — 92 kg). The skeleton is being rebuilt: the shoulders are expanding, the arms are lengthening, and the shape of the chest is changing. Stage 3: Physiological adjustment (48-120 hours)

Typical "Slavic" facial features are formed: straight nose, rounded cheekbones, wide chin, fair skin with a slight blush.

The hair color changes to light (light brown or light brown), the structure is straight hair, thick.

The eyes turn blue or gray.

Extensive hair appears on the chest, arms and legs.

A thick beard begins to grow (by the end of the 10th day, the length reaches 3-5 cm). Stage 4: Language and cultural implantation (120-240 hours)

The victim acquires the ability to speak Russian with a clear, literary pronunciation without regional peculiarities. At the same time, the original language is also preserved, but with a pronounced Russian accent.

Skills are implanted: the ability to read and write in Cyrillic, knowledge of the basics of Slavic culture.

Behavior changes: the victim becomes more calm, phlegmatic. Final form: physically indistinguishable from a native Russian male aged 28-35 years. The victim retains memories of a past life. The abnormal object does not cause fear or disgust in the victim; on the contrary, the victim feels calm in the presence of STR-2055. Reversibility: not fixed. Presumably impossible without the use of other anomalies.

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William Smith was a 20-year-old art history student from Boston. Slim build. With shaggy dark hair. Unremarkable and taciturn. He was never interested in Russia. He knew that somewhere there was such a country, big, cold, with vodka and bears, in which in recent years everything had not been very good with politics and human rights. On that ill-fated day, he found himself at an exhibition of folk crafts in New York. A friend invited him after the lecture and said,

"There is an amazing wood carving there." William went out of politeness.

He wandered between the stands with African masks, glass jugs, paintings from different eras and stopped in front of a huge matryoshka doll, which stood in a separate small hall surrounded by several tables with an exhibition of Russian culture: shawls, folk musical instruments and pottery. She was big and beautiful. It's extraordinary. Bright colors, a smiling face on the central part. William felt himself drawn to her like a magnet. There were no customers around. No curators of the exhibition. "Beautiful work," he said aloud. William came closer and touched the tree with his hand. The world has disappeared.

He didn't feel anything. Just darkness and silence. He sank into oblivion like into warm water. Everything that was before is gone. All that remained was a sleepy feeling of comfort. He was asleep. Ten days. He was dreaming of something strange. Places he didn't know: fields and meadows, strange stone squares with crowds of people. He woke up when the matryoshka doll opened. A bright light hit my eyes. William fell out and fell to the floor. He was naked, covered in some kind of slime. He was shivering from the cold. He stood up. He grabbed the table to steady himself. His hand was someone else's. Hairy. Huge and strong. William raised his other hand and stared at it in horror. The fingers are thick and wide. Some people began to gather around: mostly visitors and security guards of the same exhibition, who looked in surprise at the tall, muscular man. Which has just fallen out of the exhibition copy. William found a mirror in the showroom. A tall, bulky man was looking at him from the reflection. Blond hair, full beard, broad shoulders, ruddy face. Blue eyes.

William was horrified and said, "Какого хрена со мной случилось?!" ("What the fuck happened to me?!") He was even more stunned. The voice was low, thick, with a soft rolling sound. And the words didn't sound like native English at all. "Что со мной?" (What happened to me?") he said in pure Russian. He tried to collect his thoughts. He knew his name… right? William.. Damn.. The memories were confused. Meanwhile, security surrounded the area and William heard the sounds of police sirens and walkie-talkies.

"Извините"("I'm sorry,") he said, addressing the nearest security guard. The voice sounded soft, with a strange lilt. — Я не знаю, что произошло. Я просто смотрел на экспонаты." (I do not know how it happened. I was just looking at the exhibits.")

Half an hour later, William was sitting quietly in the interrogation room, covered with a blanket. The first confusion passed, and William examined his new body with interest. At first, the police asked questions. Standard procedure. Then other people appeared. Similar to the FBI. But William felt it. That they're not from the FBI. The agents spoke to him in English. He answered with a stereotypical Russian accent. The interrogation lasted about an hour, after which the agents strongly recommended that they go with them. They gave him suitable clothes and led him through long corridors to his car. As far as William could understand, he was being taken to an adaptation center. Where they will be placed under supervision until all the circumstances of his sudden change of appearance are clarified.

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VICTIM MONITORING PROTOCOLS 3.1 OBSERVATION PROTOCOL No. 1 SUBJECT: William Smith (originally 20 years old, American, student, height 175 cm, weight 68 kg, asthenic build, dark hair, brown eyes) POST-TRANSFORMATION: William Smith (looks 28 years old, height 185 cm, weight 94 kg, solid build, brown hair, thick beard 4 cm, blue eyes) DATE OF TRANSFORMATION:[Data Deleted] INITIAL SURVEY (half an hour after the exit): "I woke up and was… to others. The body is heavy. Strong. The hands are not mine. I looked at myself and saw a stranger. Russian. I do not know what is going on. Will you help me?" PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (after 30 days): The subject demonstrates full adaptation to the new identity. She answers English questions with a delay, choosing her words. He speaks Russian fluently. He takes the initiative in studying Russian culture. STATUS: The subject has been adapted. Relocation to a Russian-speaking environment for full integration is recommended. 3.2 MONITORING PROTOCOL No. 2 THE SUBJECT: Christopher "Chris" Locke (originally 33 years old, African—American from Chicago, height 180 cm, weight 82 kg, dark hair, black eyes, clean-shaven) POST-TRANSFORMATION: Christopher Locke (looks 30 years old, height 191 cm, weight 102 kg, light brown hair, blue eyes, thick reddish beard) DATE OF TRANSFORMATION: [DATA DELETED] LOCATION: New York, USA CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INCIDENT: The incident occurred almost immediately after the first incident. The cordon of the facility was not carried out properly, and the perpetrators are subject to disciplinary action. Chris Lock came to the exhibition with a girl. According to the witness, she was distracted by a stand with clay toys, and he went to the matryoshka doll. The girl saw how he touched the matryoshka doll and just disappeared. She screamed. A reinforced squad of agents arrived 30 minutes later. The object was seized before Chris came out. Our team watched the matryoshka doll for 10 days. On the 10th day, it opened, and Chris came out. PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT: The subject demonstrates a state of unmotivated euphoria associated with a new identity. Sabotages contacts with agents. Started trying to leave the holding area. Shows aggression. STATUS: The subject is subject to long-term observation. It is recommended to use sedatives and limit contact

4. EXPERIMENTAL NOTES EXPERIMENT #004 operator: Dr. E.Orlova, Moscow branch of the Department. Specialist in Russia. SUBJECT: D-4409 (Heinrich Muller, 45 years old, German, volunteer) method: The subject is placed next to the subject alone. The object has been activated. The subject was inside for 10 days. RESULT: The subject came out transformed. Initial data: height 168 cm, weight 65 kg, dark hair, brown eyes. Final data: height 183 cm, weight 92 kg, brown hair, blue eyes. The subject speaks Russian fluently, and German with a strong accent.

EXPERIMENT #007 operator: Dr. E. Orlova SUBJECT: D-4501 (Maria Rodriguez, 27 years old, female, Mexican) method: The subject is placed next to the subject alone. result: The object was not activated. After repeating the experiment with other women, it was also unsuccessful. conclusion: The object affects only men. Women don't transform.

EXPERIMENT #011 operator: Dr. E.Orlova SUBJECT: D-4602 (Zhang Wei, 31 years old, male, Chinese) method: The subject is placed next to the facility with a group of 4 researchers. result: The object was not activated. There was no transformation. conclusion: To activate the object, the victim must be completely alone in the room. The presence of witnesses (even behind the wall) blocks the effect

It’s finally done!! This was a request from @bigbren1979 . I hope you like it my dude!! Please enjoy. I also have some interesting news coming up later today!!! Stay tuned!!

Brett Lawrie was a massive success on the baseball field. People loved seeing this very attractive man swing away, both men and women. Unfortunately for both of them, he was already taken, having a wife and kid. Even worse, Lawrie was a massive homophobe, making fun of and harassing all the gay guys that worked out at the gym. He didn’t make it very obvious so he would not get into trouble, but everyone knew he really hated them all. 

Sadly for Lawrie, he messed with the wrong guy today. 

Andrew was having a beer with his friends in the local bar, when he saw Brett entering, clearly drunk. He sat down with his buds in a booth and immediately shouted for a waitress. When a guy approached the table, Lawrie and his friends immediately started calling him names. “Get us some beers, faggot” he said while spewing in his face. Andrew watched the scene unfold with his fists clenched. That bastard, always pestering the queer folk around town. He was about to get up to say something to the sportsman, when a thought entered his mind. A sly grin spread along his face as he sat back down and enjoyed the rest of his evening.

The following morning

Andrew walked into the gym, looking for his target. He found Brett on  the leg extension machine. Andrew moved over to the baseball player and smiled. 

“Hey man, You’re Brett Lawrie right? I’m a huge fan, dude! That last game was fantastic! Your swings were top tier!” Lawrie smiled. 

“Thanks bro! It was such a great game. I’m glad there are still some actual baseball fans around here, and not just fags.” Andrew bit his tongue and smiled. 

“Yeah man, been a fan for ages!” Lawrie beamed as his ego was stroked to high heaven. Andrew rummaged through his bag and took out a workout shaker.

“Hey man, so I wanted to give you this, it’s a protein shake I developed myself. Gives you this hugeeee boost. Best workout you’ve ever had, trust me. And unlike  pre-workout, you don’t even have to wait!!” Lawrie took the bottle with big eyes and took a swig. 

“Bro… this tastes divine!!” he took another sip and, kind of reluctantly, gave back the bottle to Andrew. Andrew saw the remorse in his eyes and smiled. 

“You know what man, you can keep that one, I got another one in my locker.” Brett looked up. “Are you sure… you don’t-” 

“I insist dude.” Andrew retorted and handed him the bottle.

Brett gazed at it and quickly took another mouthful. He stared up at Andrew and then immediately downed the whole bottle after which he  let out a massive belch. “Jezus that was fucking great man. Thanks a lot” 

Andrew grinned “No probz bro. Be sure to see me after your workout though. I can hook you up with some more” 

Lawrie nodded. “Yeah sure thing bro!” Andrew turned and started to walk towards the weights, starting his own workout.

In the meantime, Lawrie continued with renewed vigor. He had actually been almost done but the shake had given him an energy reset. He was ready to keep going. He continued to workout his legs and ass. His girlfriend loved his massive ass. When Lawrie was headed towards the Squat rack, he felt his stomach rumble. He chuckled. “Oh dear, there come the preworkout gasses. Oh well, people should know I’ve been here, they’d better be honored to smell me.” He said with a smug look on his face. But the farts and burps never came. Even when squatting down with 50 pounds on each side of the bar, not a single puff of air came out of him.

Instead, his body slowly started to swell up a bit. His lean body started to fill out with some fat and muscle. His rough slender arms started to fill out his shirt. His stomach roared again, this time enlarging his pecs into soft, warm cushions of flesh. Another rumble and he shrank down a few inches, but as he was squatting down at the same time, he didn’t even notice. The former 6 foot athlete, was now an adorable 5 ‘7. With another rumble came another set of changes. His 30 year old face started to lose some years. Patches of aged skin started to smooth out, the few wrinkles he had pulled away, and his beard receded into a soft stubble. His stern face melted away into a soft and cute face with boyish charm. His short hair started to grow out and turned wavy. Lawrie bit his lips as they slowly plumped up, making him look very cute, but also very, very gay. He squatted down once more and the ink on his body started to wash away with all the sweat that ran down his frame. He now had smooth and youthful looking skin. His final squat and his body hair all but disappeared leaving behind a slight dusting of hair along his new juicy pecs. Having some energy left, Lawrie decided to put on some weights and continue the squats. With every squat his ass felt like it was on fire. Each rep made his ass bigger, and more jiggly. His below average rod also started to grow. Not just hard, but longer, and thicker too. His balls grew too, with every rep making them bigger and faster. Lawrie’s ass was getting bigger by the second, almost ripping his shorts. He was also getting smoother, all the hair sucking into his balls and shaft, leaving a perfect smooth member. 

He finally put down the bar and stood there, panting and sweating. “Fuck… that was amazing” he thought to himself. He grabbed his towel and headed to the locker room, ready to get some more of that delicious drink. As he opened the door he was met with an alluring smell that he could immediately place; it was the drink. He looked around and saw Andrew sitting on a bench, legs spread apart, with a towel around his waist, covering his manhood. 

“Hey bro… I “ Lawrie fell silent. His usual rough voice was gone. Instead, when he talked a youthful, squeaky voice rang through the room. 

“Hey man, you’re finally done. Took you long enough. But damn you look good!” Lawrie looked down, and saw his clothes didn’t fit him the same as they did when he put them on this morning. They were hanging lower on his body, but he filled them out much more.

He looked up in the mirror and screamed. Instead of the handsome, rugged face he knew, a new young, cute, and very queer looking face looked back at him.

“What did you do to me” He asked, in that annoyingly gay sounding voice. 

“You just love to make fun of all the gays around here, so I thought, why not make you experience it for a change” he spread apart his legs a bit more, and Lawrie got attacked by a fresh, warm wave of the smell. 

“Y-you …. Put something in the drink” Lawrie stammered, feeling a thread of drool run down his chin. 

“You look adorable like that, but yeah you’re right. You want more right, that’s why you came? Want it from the source?” Andrew threw off the towel and Lawries knees buckled. The smell spread around the locker room, and more drool came spilling out of Lawries mouth. Andrew slowly walked over, his thick dick standing at attention. As he came closer there were no questions needed about what the source was; Lawrie only had eyes for Andrews dick. Andrew stopped just in front of Lawrie, his dick on eye level with the former star player. 

“Fuck you’re cute now.” Andrew cooed. He ran his thumb along Lawries soft jaw. “You want a taste, baby?” Lawrie gulped and bit his lip. 

“N-no I’m.. “ 

“Lick it boy” Andrew commanded, and Lawrie immediately complied. He opened his mouth and swallowed the rod. The bear groaned as the boy started to expertly suck him off. Lawries eyes opened wide as the familiar flavor of his drink started to fill his mouth. 

“That’s a good boy” these words filled Lawrie with a weird warm and fuzzy feeling. “You wanna make daddy cum, don’t you?” Lawrie wanted to spit out the dick and curse out the man in front of him but instead he looked up into the bear’s eyes and nodded. 

“Very good boy, you’re such a cutie. I’m gonna take such good care of you” As Andrew said that he shot a load down Brett Lawries throat. This in turn made the boy cream his own pants, shooting out all the old negative parts of the married baseball player. What was left was Barry, Andrew’s soft boyfriend pup, who was such a massive slut for his Daddy’s cock. 

“That was amazing daddy… did I do good?”

“You sure did pup… but I’ve got a question… What is your sexuality?”

“Im very gay Drewie. I’m so very gay for your cock… And those of your hot friends…”

Andrew laughed and he pulled his boyfriend up, giving him a warm embrace. “That’s my boy. Lets get you cleaned up and home’

Later

It’s been a few months since Brett Lawrie has been missing. The gay community of the town didnt really mind though. In his place, they got a new slut with a very cute face. Andrew’s new boyfriend made a very cheap onlyfans, and had plenty of time for visitors. His instagram is full of his dumb, cute face.  

Brett doesn’t remember much from his old life, only that it got substantially better when he and Andrew met. He now gets endless attention, money, and dick from him so he doesn’t have much to complain about. 

Chris Ranno