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Cute DPD delivery lad Jaxon thinks it’s just another normal day on the round… until the mysterious Rock of Desire in the back of his van starts turning every customer’s passing horny thoughts into reality. Bubble butt, muscle, and straight-to-gay changes incoming — and he stays completely oblivious.

Jaxon sat in the cab of his DPD van, right-hand drive as always, thumb scrolling through the next drop on his phone. Twenty-three, decent-looking lad with a nice face and the kind of slim, fit body you get from kicking a ball around with mates on weekends. Nine months with his girlfriend now — they’d just moved in together. Life was steady.

He had no idea about the strange unlabelled box loaded in the back last night. The Rock of Desire sat quietly among the parcels, waiting.

He killed the engine outside the first house, grabbed the parcel, and hopped out with his usual easy smile.

Jaxon pulled the DPD van up to the kerb of the quiet cul-de-sac, the engine ticking softly as he killed it. Another normal Tuesday round — nothing special, just the usual mix of Amazon returns and online shopping deliveries.

He glanced at the scanner. “Number 14… Mrs. Elena Harper.” Easy one. He hopped out of the driver’s seat, his slim athletic frame moving with the easy confidence of a lad who played Sunday league footie and still thought he was in decent shape. Blue DPD polo tucked neatly into his dark work trousers, he grabbed the medium-sized parcel from the back — completely unaware of the small, unassuming box tucked deep in the far corner that was quietly glowing with a faint pinkish-purple light.

Whistling a little tune under his breath, Jaxon strolled up the short garden path, parcel under one arm, scanner in the other. He rang the doorbell with his usual friendly smile.

The door opened a few moments later.

A woman in her mid-thirties stood there in a loose cream jumper and leggings, hair tied back messily, a half-drunk cup of tea in her hand. Elena Harper looked bored, tired, and a little restless — the classic “kids at school, husband at work” mid-morning slump.

“Morning, love,” Jaxon said cheerfully, his boy-next-door face lighting up. “Got a delivery for you. Can you just sign here?”

Elena took the scanner and tapped her name absent-mindedly. As she handed it back, her eyes flicked down over the young driver without really thinking.

As he walked off she said

God, he’s cute… proper fit little thing. Shame about the flat arse though. Bet he’d look so much better with a nice, round, bouncy bubble butt filling out those trousers…

The thought was fleeting — just a bored, horny little daydream that crossed her mind and vanished as quickly as it came.

In the back of the van, unnoticed by anyone, the rough black Rock of Desire pulsed once with soft pinkish-purple light.

Jaxon felt nothing. No tingle, no warmth, no warning. He simply shifted his weight, smiled brighter, and handed her the parcel.

“Cheers, that’s all sorted,” he said, already turning back toward the van. “Have a good one!”

As he walked away, his dark work trousers suddenly sat a little differently. His previously slim, athletic backside had quietly swelled — rounding out into two firm, plump cheeks that pushed noticeably against the fabric. A proper bubble butt now, perky and eye-catching with every casual step, though Jaxon remained blissfully unaware. He just kept walking like nothing in the world had changed.

Back in the house, Elena blinked, shook her head, and closed the door, already forgetting the random little fantasy she’d had.

Jaxon climbed back into the driver’s seat, adjusted his seatbelt, and checked the next address on the sat-nav.

“Next one’s only round the corner,” he muttered to himself with a grin. “Easy day today.”

He had no idea the day had only just begun.

Jaxon climbed back into the van, still humming the same tune, completely unaware that his dark work trousers now hugged a noticeably rounder, firmer backside. He checked the sat-nav. “Number 27… Mr. Darren Thompson. Just round the corner.”

A couple of minutes later he pulled up outside a semi-detached house with a slightly overgrown front lawn. He grabbed the next parcel from the back — again passing right by the small box in the far corner that was still quietly glowing — and headed up the drive.

The door was answered almost immediately by a heavyset man in his late 30s. Darren was a big guy — easily over 20 stone — wearing a stretched black t-shirt and grey joggers. He had a can of Coke in one hand and looked like he’d just paused a gaming session.

“Alright mate,” Jaxon said with his usual friendly grin, holding out the parcel. “Delivery for Darren Thompson?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Darren took the scanner and signed with a thick finger. As he handed it back, his eyes lingered on the young driver for a second longer than necessary.

Fuck, this lad’s got a proper squatters butt… wonder what he’d look like with a bit more meat on him overall. Nice thick thighs, wider shoulders, proper manly bulk. Bet he’d still have that cute face though.

The thought was casual, fleeting — just a passing horny fixation from a guy who spent most of his time online.

In the back of the van, the Rock of Desire pulsed once more with that soft pinkish-purple glow.

Jaxon felt nothing unusual. He simply smiled wider and gave a little nod. “Cheers, mate. Have a good one!”

As he turned and walked back down the drive toward the van, the changes started to settle in.

His slim athletic legs thickened noticeably — thighs and calves gaining solid, meaty mass that made his dark trousers feel snugger. His shoulders broadened, chest and arms filling out with a layer of soft padding over the muscle he already had from football. His waist thickened too, turning his once-trim torso into something bulkier and more substantial. By the time he reached the van he looked like a proper lad who still played footie but also enjoyed his takeaways — bigger, heavier, and carrying himself with the same easy confidence as before.

He climbed back into the driver’s seat, the suspension dipping a little more than usual under his new weight, and buckled up without a second thought.

“Next one’s a bit further,” he muttered cheerfully, checking the route. “Still on schedule though.”

Back at the house, Darren stood in the doorway for a moment, blinking, then shrugged and closed the door. He couldn’t quite remember what he’d been thinking about.

Jaxon, now noticeably thicker and bulkier all over, drove off none the wiser — his nice bubble butt still perfectly round and perky beneath the added bulk.

Jaxon pulls up outside a tidy terraced house a few streets away. The next parcel is for “Mr. Liam Hayes” at number 42.

The door is answered by Liam — a slim, cute 25-year-old twink with messy dark hair, wearing a tight crop-top and joggers. He’s clearly just finished a home workout and is a little flushed. He’s the type who spends a lot of time on fitness apps and thirst-trap TikToks.

As Jaxon hands over the parcel with his usual friendly “Cheers, mate,” Liam’s eyes widen a bit. He can’t help but stare at the now-sturdier delivery driver with the perky bubble butt and thicker build.

His passing horny thought is quick and specific:

“Holy shit… he’s hot. But imagine if he was even bigger… like proper gym-bro huge. Massive arms, thick pecs, a proper muscle gut, and that ass even rounder and juicier… fuck, he’d look insane.”

The Rock of Desire pulses again in the back of the van.

Jaxon feels nothing. He just smiles, says “Have a good one!” and turns to walk back to the van.

His arms thickened first — biceps and triceps ballooning outward into huge, veiny peaks that stretched the short sleeves of his blue DPD polo tight. His shoulders broadened dramatically, widening his frame until the shirt pulled taut across his upper back. Then his chest exploded forward, two thick, heavy slabs of pec muscle swelling rapidly, pushing hard against the fabric until the buttons strained and the logo distorted. The polo shirt became almost comically tight, the material clinging desperately to every new curve of his growing pecs.

Below that, his waist thickened into a solid, powerful muscle gut — a mix of dense muscle and soft padding that gave him a strong, imposing midsection while still looking like a lad who enjoyed his food. His thighs ballooned next, filling out his dark work trousers with thick, powerful quad muscle. And his ass… his already perky bubble butt rounded out even further, becoming fatter, juicier, and perfectly round, the fabric stretching shiny and tight over the massive cheeks with every step.

By the time he reached the van, Jaxon was an absolute muscle beast — enormous arms, shelf-like pecs, a wide powerful frame, and an obscenely round, juicy bubble butt — yet he simply climbed into the driver’s seat, adjusted himself slightly in the seat (now much tighter), and checked the sat-nav with a cheerful grin.

“Next one’s not far,” he muttered happily to himself. “Easy day today.”

Back at the door, Liam stood frozen, mouth slightly open, staring at the transformed delivery driver who had no idea he’d just become a walking wet dream.

Jaxon climbed out of the van, his new sturdier, bulkier frame making the vehicle rock slightly. His blue DPD polo was already stretched tight across his thick chest and arms, and his round bubble butt filled out the back of his dark trousers nicely. He picked up the next parcel and began walking toward the house with his usual cheerful stride.

Just as he reached the pavement, two straight lads in their mid-20s jogged past him — both wearing tight running shorts and sleeveless tops, earbuds in, focused on their morning run. They were typical fit, no-nonsense straight runner types.

The taller one glanced sideways at Jaxon and muttered under his breath,

“Fuck me… that delivery guy is massive. Imagine if he was properly shredded though. Keep all that muscle but lean him right out — vascular as hell, abs popping, stage-ready conditioning. Make him look like a proper bodybuilder who’s been dieting for a show. But keep that bubble butt exactly as it is… don’t touch it. Just make the rest of him dry and carved.”

The stockier runner chuckled and added,

“Yeah, exactly. Strip all the softness off him. Make those arms and chest look insane and shredded, veins everywhere, but leave the arse alone. Let it stay nice and round like it is. He’d look proper fit then.”

The Rock of Desire glowed once more in the back of the van.

Jaxon felt a sudden tightening and hardening sensation ripple through his body, but he just rolled his shoulders and kept walking with a smile, thinking it was just a good stretch.

The changes hit quickly and precisely.

The soft padding around his waist and midsection melted away, revealing deeply etched, shredded eight-pack abs that pressed hard against the bottom of his polo. His chest tightened and sharpened into striated, vascular slabs. His arms grew even more defined, veins popping prominently across his biceps and forearms. His shoulders and back formed a dramatic, dry V-taper. Everywhere above his waist and on his legs became competition-lean and carved, with that dry, grainy look of someone deep into a cut.

But his bubble butt stayed exactly the same — round, firm, perky, and juicy — now looking even more striking sitting on top of his newly shredded, vascular lower body and thick thighs.

By the time he reached the front door, Jaxon looked like a freakish hybrid: an ultra-shredded, vascular bodybuilder from the chest up and through most of his legs, with one gloriously untouched, plump bubble butt that jiggled slightly with each step.

He rang the doorbell, still grinning like the friendly, normal lad he believed himself to be.

No-one answered.

Jaxon left the parcel neatly on the doorstep as the runners stared at him, open-mouthed, at the transformation.

The stockier, broad-shouldered one slowed his pace, eyes glued to Jaxon’s carved physique.

“Mate… I can’t keep my eyes off him,” he admitted, breathing heavily. “He’s fucking insane. Look at that V-taper, those striations… and that arse is still so round and juicy on such a shredded body.”

The taller lean runner nodded, unable to look away either.

“Yeah… same. I’ve got a girlfriend, but fuck… the things I’d let him do to me right now. I’d let him bend me over, pin me down with those massive arms, and wreck me. I’d beg for it.”

The stockier one let out a shaky laugh.

“Same here. I’ve got a girlfriend too, but I’d let that smile ruin me. One smile from him and I’d drop to my knees. I’d let him turn me gay on the spot if that’s what he wanted.”

The Rock of Desire glowed intensely in the back of the van.

Jaxon felt nothing. He simply turned, flashed his usual bright, friendly, boy-next-door smile toward the street as he walked back to the van, and gave a cheerful little wave to no one in particular.

That single, innocent smile sealed it.

From that moment onward, Jaxon unintentionally gained the power to turn straight guys gay with just one genuine smile. Any man who saw that warm, approachable smile and felt even a flicker of attraction would find their orientation shifting — sometimes slowly, sometimes instantly — toward an overwhelming desire for him.

The two runners both felt it hit at the same time.

The stockier one stumbled mid-stride, his face flushing hot. The taller one nearly tripped, his breathing changing as new, vivid fantasies flooded his mind — fantasies of being pinned down, dominated, and used by the shredded delivery driver.

Neither of them understood yet that their own wishes had just rewritten reality, and that they were now the first ones affected.

As the two straight lads stared fantasising

Stockier runner thought: “Fuck… why can’t I stop staring? My girlfriend’s pretty but… she’s starting to look like him. Those shoulders… that chest… I’d let him pin me down and—” (Inside his mind, a faint image of his girlfriend was morphing — her face blending into Jaxon’s grinning features, her body gaining muscle and that signature bubble butt.)

Lanky runner’s thought: “This is wrong… I have a girlfriend… but one smile from him and I’m done. She’s turning into him in my head. I want him to bend me over, wreck me, make me his…” (His girlfriend’s mental image was shifting too — becoming taller, more muscular, with Jaxon’s curly hair and confident grin, her clothes ripping as a massive bubble butt formed.)

Both runners froze mid-stride, faces flushing. Their girlfriends suddenly felt distant. Their straight identities were cracking, replaced by an overwhelming, confusing pull toward the smiling muscle god in front of them.

Jaxon, completely oblivious, gave a little wave and said cheerfully, “Alright lads, have a good run!”

He turned and walked back to the van, his shredded physique and juicy bubble butt on full display.

Timothy was your average skinny nerd, more engrossed in Dungeons & Dragons than the mundane realities of the world, but oh, how he yearned for the attention of the fairer sex. His days were spent lost in imaginary realms, battling dragons and casting spells, a hero in his own right within the confines of his mind. Yet, deep down, a desire burned within him, a longing to break free from the confines of his nerdy persona and captivate the attention of the girls he secretly admired.

Despite his penchant for fantasy worlds and epic quests, Timothy couldn't help but dream of being the charming protagonist in a real-life romance. The thought of a girl's gaze lingering on him with admiration, her laughter ringing like music in his ears, fueled his fantasies more than any magical adventure ever could. In the midst of his geeky pursuits, a hidden desire simmered, waiting for the moment to transform him from a mere dungeon master to a dashing hero in the eyes of the girls he longed to impress.

Timothy felt an urge to do something about his situation and found himself walking down from his apartment onto the high street where he stumbled into an antique store. Among the old stuff, he spotted a lamp that looked straight out of Aladdin. Intrigued, he reached out and gave it a rub, half expecting a genie to pop out in a puff of smoke. The tingling sensation in his fingers left him wondering if this lamp held the key to a magical adventure he never thought possible.

As Timothy's fingers brushed against the ancient lamp, a strange sensation coursed through him, as if the lamp itself was whispering to him, urging him to make a wish. In a moment of instinct, he closed his eyes and wished to be transformed into a vision of beauty - blonde hair like sunlight, and eyes as blue as the summer sky.

The tingling in his fingers intensified, a silent acknowledgment from the lamp that his wish had been heard. A sense of anticipation filled the air as Timothy awaited the fulfillment of his desire, wondering what changes this mystical lamp would bring upon him.

Timothy, found himself staring into an antique mirror after making the wish. To his astonishment, the reflection staring back at him revealed a striking figure with golden locks and piercing blue eyes, a stark contrast to his usual appearance. Little did he realize that his reflection held a gaze of its own, watching him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine, hinting at a mysterious presence beyond his comprehension.

Timothy stood frozen in front of the antique mirror, his reflection undergoing a jaw-dropping transformation right before his eyes. The once slender figure now morphed into a muscular, beefed-up version, each muscle bulging with power and strength. A surge of desire ignited within him, a yearning to possess the same chiselled physique that now gazed back at him from the mirror.

As he gazed in awe at his reflection's newfound muscularity, a deep longing stirred within Timothy's heart. The sight of those defined curves and bulging muscles sparked a fire of determination within him, a burning desire to attain a similar imposing physique.

Timothy's gaze lingered on his reflection's newly acquired muscular physique, a transformation that stirred a mix of awe and desire within him. As he beheld the chiselled curves and bulging muscles that now defined his image in the mirror, a newfound sense of confidence blossomed within him. The thought of women finding him attractive because of his muscular build ignited a spark of hope and longing in his heart.

The sight of his reflection's powerful physique fueled Timothy's desire to be seen as desirable by women. The muscular silhouette staring back at him represented a version of himself that exuded strength and masculinity, qualities that he believed would captivate the attention and admiration of the fairer sex. With a newfound determination, Timothy yearned to embody that muscular ideal, convinced that it held the key to unlocking a world where women would find him irresistibly attractive.

Timothy's yearning to be liked by women fueled his wush, to transform into a muscular hunk, as reflected in the enchanted mirror. As he made the wish, a surge of power coursed through his body, initiating the metamorphosis. However, to his amazement, not only did he feel the transformation beginning, but he also witnessed his reflection's muscles growing exponentially, causing his clothes to strain and burst at the seams.

The sight of his reflection's explosive growth, tearing through fabric as his body expanded, sent a thrill of excitement and terror through Timothy. The reflection's muscular form evolving beyond imagination shifted Tim's vision of the masculine ideal beyond the size and strength he previously aspired to. In that moment, amidst the fabric-shredding spectacle, Tim knew he would never be weak and skinny again. Little did he know the lamp would alter more of his desires.

After the intense and intoxicating metamorphosis, Tim stood before the mirror as a colossal, over-muscular bodybuilder, his once skinny frame now replaced by a hunk of raw, masculine power. The reflection that once portrayed his nerdy self now showcased a vision of sheer dominance and physical prowess, a sight that left Tim in awe of his own transformation. The contrast between his former self and the muscular behemoth he had become was stark, yet undeniably captivating.

As Tim beheld his new, imposing physique, a surge of primal desire stirred within him, a yearning to be worshipped for the sheer magnificence of his muscular form. The reflection's muscularity receeded as it now took on his former frame. The power and strength that resonated deep within Tim's core, ignited a hunger for adoration and reverence from those around him. The newfound sense of dominance and physical superiority fueled his craving to be admired and idolized, to bask in the attention and admiration of others who would now see him as a god among men.

As Tim flexes, showcasing his massive, bulging muscles, a family unexpectedly walks into the room. The family consists of a girl, an older man, and a man around 20 with brown hair. The tension in the air is palpable as the family members take in the sight of Tim's imposing physique.

As Tim stands there, flexing his muscles with confidence and pride, he can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the reactions of the family members. The scene unfolds like a tableau of awe and admiration, with Tim at the center, exuding power and masculinity that captivates those around him.

The older man's eyes widen in surprise, a mix of shock and admiration crossing his face as he witnesses Tim's muscular display. The man around 20 with brown hair looks both impressed and slightly intimidated by the sheer size and definition of Tim's muscles. Meanwhile, the girl's gaze lingers on Tim's sculpted form, a hint of curiosity and fascination gleaming in her eyes.

Surprisingly, he found himself not desiring the girl's attention but rather being drawn to the young man with brown hair. The intensity of his gaze shifted towards the young man, feeling a magnetic pull towards his presence that stirred something deep within him.

As Tim's focus centered on the young man, a wave of unexpected desire washed over him, fueling a wish for the young man to also undergo a transformation into a muscle hunk like himself. Without a care as to the young man's sexual orientation or relationship to the woman, Tim knew what he wanted. The idea of sharing this newfound strength and power with the young man, and having a boyfriend to worship him, hoodwinked his morality.

Tim gazed intently at the young man with brown hair, feeling a surge of desire to see him transformed into a muscular hunk like himself. With a commanding tone, Tim made his wish known, "Grow into a powerful muscle hunk, just like me," he declared, his voice resonating with authority and determination.

As the wish took hold, the young man's muscles began to swell and expand, each fiber bulging with newfound strength and definition. His shoulders broadened, his chest expanded, and his arms thickened with raw, masculine power. The fabric of his clothes strained and tore as his body underwent a dramatic metamorphosis, the sound of shredding fabric echoing in the room.

The young man's transformation unfolded before Tim's eyes, a mesmerizing display of muscle growth and physical enhancement. With each passing moment, the young man's form evolved into that of a muscular hunk, mirroring Tim's own powerful physique. The sight of the young man's clothes disintegrating under the pressure of his expanding muscles only added to the intensity of the moment, creating a scene of raw, primal energy and masculine dominance.

The young man, now transformed into a muscular hunk, felt an instinctive pull towards Tim's powerful physique. As if driven by an irresistible force, he moved closer to Tim, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. Without hesitation, he leaned in to plant a kiss on Tim's sculpted chest, his hands tracing the contours of Tim's bulging muscles with reverence and awe.

In that moment of intimate closeness, the young man's actions conveyed a sense of reverence and admiration for Tim's muscular physique, a silent tribute to the power and strength that now defined both of them.

The young man's actions spoke of a deep-seated need to worship and pay homage to Tim's imposing form. His newfound muscularity seemed to have unlocked a primal urge to connect with Tim on a physical and emotional level, a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey they had embarked upon towards becoming muscular behemoths. His girlfriend and her father forgotten, he now knew his sexuality and he wasn't going to waste any more time.

As Tim and his lover, shared a passionate kiss, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw intensity of their connection. Their lips met with a hunger born of deep desire, each kiss a declaration of their profound bond. The taste of their mingled breaths was a symphony of longing and love, igniting a fire within them that burned with an unquenchable passion.

In that moment of intimate embrace, Tim felt his lover's touch reverberate through his entire being, stirring emotions that he had never known existed. As his lover's hands caressed Tim's muscular frame with a tenderness that spoke volumes, each touch a silent promise of devotion and adoration. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and affection that transcended the physical realm.

As they kissed, their souls intertwined in a passionate embrace, merging into a singular entity of love and lust.

The night air was crisp against Todd's skin, a welcome contrast to the stale, Mountain Dew-scented air of Mark's dorm room. He was riding high from his victory, the pixelated clashes still playing out in his mind's eye. He walked down the familiar path, the dim glow of the campus lamps casting long shadows that danced around him. Suddenly, a faint, ethereal glow caught his eye. He stopped dead in his tracks, his brow furrowed in confusion. There, on the cracked pavement, pulsed a ring of pure, vibrant blue light. It hummed with an energy that vibrated through the soles of his sneakers, a siren call in the silent night.

Todd crouched down, his curiosity overriding his common sense. The ring was about a foot in diameter, perfectly circular, and seemed to float just above the ground. He reached out a hesitant hand, his fingers tingling as he approached the light. What the fuck was this? Some kind of prank? Some weird science experiment gone wrong? Or something... else? As his fingertips brushed against the shimmering energy, a jolt shot up his arm, a surge of pure power that made his muscles twitch. But this wasn't just any power; it was his power. He felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of potential, a feeling that he could reshape the world to his liking. He could be stronger, faster, better. He could have anything he wanted. The ring seemed to amplify his desires, whispering promises of dominance and control.

The glow of the ring still pulsed beneath Todd's fingertips, a low thrum of energy coursing through his veins. He tore his gaze away from the mesmerizing light, his eyes scanning the path ahead. That's when he saw them. A group of guys, clearly trying to flex their way into a girl's pants. One dude, with biceps the size of watermelons, was practically bursting out of his tank top, flexing for all he was worth. Another was lifting his shirt to show off a six-pack that looked like it had been chiseled from granite. The girl, in a tight dress, seemed mildly amused, but Todd could see the boredom flickering in her eyes.

Todd watched the scene unfold, a smirk creeping across his face. These guys were trying way too hard. He felt a surge of confidence, fueled by the energy of the ring. He was going to have some fun with these guys.

He wished they jocks would try even harder.

The push-up guy was now pumping out reps like a machine, sweat glistening on his forehead as he strained to maintain his form. The bicep dude was flexing so hard his veins looked like they were about to explode. The girl, however, was clearly unimpressed. She crossed her arms, her lips pursed in a tight line, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. Todd could practically hear her thoughts: "Get me the fuck out of here."

A wicked grin spread across Todd's face. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the energy of the ring.

"I wish these three were obsessed with each others muscles."

The push-up guy, pleased with his own impressive toned physique, couldn't take his eyes off the bicep dude's arms. They were like perfectly sculpted works of art, each muscle fibre defined and glistening under the moonlight. He reached out, his fingers tracing the contours of the bicep, his touch sending a shiver down the bicep dude's spine. "Dude," he whispered, his voice filled with awe, "your arms are fucking amazing."

The bicep dude, flattered by the attention, flexed his bicep even harder, his muscles bulging and straining against his tank top. "Thanks, man," he replied, his voice a little breathless. "I've been working out like crazy lately." He turned to the other guy, the one who had been doing bicep curls with an imaginary weight, and gave him a knowing look. "What do you think, bro? Am I getting bigger?"

The other guy, his face flushed with a mixture of envy and desire, nodded eagerly. "Definitely," he said, his eyes glued to the bicep dude's arms. "You're looking fucking huge." He reached out and squeezed the bicep, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. "Can I feel?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The bicep dude, enjoying the attention, grinned and flexed even harder. "Go for it," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But be careful, I might break your hand."

The other guy, undeterred, squeezed the bicep with all his might, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh, god," he moaned, his voice filled with longing. "I wish I had arms like yours."

His arms started swelling to match and he didn't even notice.

The girl, watching from the side lines, rolled her eyes in disgust. "Get a room, you guys," she muttered under her breath. But the guys, lost in their muscle-worshipping haze, didn't even hear her. They were too busy admiring each other's physiques, their hands exploring every curve and contour, their bodies drawing closer and closer together. Todd, watching from the shadows, couldn't help but grin. The power of the ring was working its magic, turning these straight bros into muscle-obsessed gays right before his eyes.

He imagined the muscles of these guys growing, expanding, becoming grotesquely oversized. He imagined their egos inflating along with their muscles, turning them into caricatures of themselves. He focused all his energy, all his will, into this single thought, and then he unleashed it. The air crackled with power, a silent wave of energy washing over the group. The push-up guy suddenly found himself unable to stop, his muscles burning with an intensity he'd never experienced before. The bicep dude's arms started to swell, his tank top straining at the seams. The girl's eyes widened in a mixture of horror and fascination. And Todd, standing on the edge of the scene, felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, a feeling of control that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The push-up guy, now sporting biceps that rivaled his thighs, stumbled to his feet, his face a mask of confusion and awe. "What the fuck just happened?" he stammered, flexing his newly engorged muscles. The bicep dude, his tank top now ripped to shreds, stared at his reflection in a nearby window, his jaw hanging open in disbelief. "I... I've never been this big," he mumbled, his voice thick with a newfound sense of wonder. The girl, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and amusement, took a step back, unsure of what to make of this sudden transformation.

Todd, fueled by the power of the ring, closed his eyes once more. He focused his thoughts, picturing these guys as dumb, gay, and utterly obsessed with their newfound musculature. He imagined them strutting around campus, flexing for anyone who would look, their brains filled with nothing but protein shakes and cock. He imagined them falling into each other's arms, their bodies glistening with sweat as they worshipped each other's physiques. He poured all his energy into this vision, willing it into reality.

The girl, now completely ignored, watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination as two of the muscle-bound bros continued to grope each other, their bodies slick with sweat. The third guy, the one who had been doing push-ups, suddenly dropped to his knees, his eyes fixed on the bulging crotch of the bicep dude. "Oh, god," he moaned, his voice filled with longing, "I need to taste it."

Todd, watching from the shadows, felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts on the scene before him. He imagined the three guys shedding their clothes, their bodies glistening under the moonlight as they engaged in a sweaty, muscle-worshipping orgy.

And the magic shifted and without Todd even having to wish, their shorts became speedos.

He imagined their moans of pleasure echoing through the night, their bodies writhing in ecstasy. He poured all his energy into this vision, willing it into reality.

The push-up guy, now kneeling before the bicep dude, reached out and gently caressed his chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his pecs. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. "Can I... can I kiss you?"

The bicep dude, his eyes glazed over with lust, nodded eagerly. "Please," he moaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Kiss me all over."

The push-up guy didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the bicep dude's chest, his tongue tracing a wet, sensuous path across his skin. He licked and sucked, his mouth devouring every inch of the bicep dude's muscular torso. The bicep dude groaned, his body trembling with pleasure.

Meanwhile, the other guy, the one who had been doing bicep curls, stepped behind the push-up guy and began to massage his back, his fingers kneading the tight muscles, his touch sending shivers down the push-up guy's spine. "You're doing such a good job," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "Let me help you relax."

The push-up guy, lost in the moment, moaned with pleasure. "Oh, god," he said, his voice barely audible. "That feels so fucking good." He continued to kiss and lick the bicep dude's body, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny, his mouth devouring every inch of his muscular flesh.

The girl, watching from the sidelines, couldn't believe her eyes. These guys were completely lost in their own little world, oblivious to everything around them. She shook her head in disgust and turned to walk away, but then she hesitated, her eyes drawn back to the scene before her. There was something undeniably captivating about the raw, unadulterated lust that was radiating from these guys. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in their shoes, to experience that kind of intense physical connection.

The push-up guy, still kneeling and covered in the bicep dude's sweat, suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing with a newfound intensity. "I want you," he growled, his voice deep and resonant. "I want to feel your muscles against mine."

The bicep dude, equally aroused, stepped forward, his chest heaving with anticipation. "Then come and get me," he challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The two guys lunged at each other, their bodies colliding in a thunderous crash. They wrestled and grappled, their muscles straining and flexing, their sweat mingling in the air. They rolled around on the ground, their bodies intertwined, their moans of pleasure echoing through the night.

Meanwhile, the other guy, the one who had been massaging the push-up guy's back, watched with a mixture of envy and excitement. He wanted to join in the fun, to feel the heat of their bodies against his own. He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the writhing mass of muscle and sweat.

Todd, watching from the shadows, grinned. This was exactly what he wanted. He closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts on the scene before him. He imagined the three guys locked in a sweaty, muscle-worshipping orgy, their bodies glistening under the moonlight, their moans of pleasure echoing through the night. He poured all his energy into this vision, willing it into reality.

He wished that the wrestling would become more intense, more primal, more animalistic. He wanted them to be completely consumed by their lust for each other's bodies, oblivious to the world around them. He wanted them to be his playthings, his puppets, his slaves. And with the power of the ring, he knew he could make it happen. He just needed to focus his thoughts, to will it into reality. And that's exactly what he was going to do.

A wave of energy washed over the group, even stronger than before. The wrestling became more intense, more primal, more animalistic. The guys grunted and groaned, their bodies slamming against the ground, their muscles straining and flexing. They bit and scratched, their nails digging into each other's skin, their teeth tearing at each other's flesh. They were completely lost in the moment, oblivious to everything around them.

As the wrestling reached its peak, the bicep dude, fueled by Todd's magic, flipped the push-up guy onto his back, pinning him to the ground. He straddled the push-up guy's chest, his massive thighs squeezing his ribs, his eyes burning with desire. "Now what, bitch?" he growled, his voice dripping with dominance.

The push-up guy, panting and gasping for air, looked up at the bicep dude with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Do whatever you want," he moaned, his voice barely audible. "I'm yours."

The bicep dude grinned, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. He leaned down and began to lick the push-up guy's face, his tongue tracing a wet, sensuous path across his skin. He licked and sucked, his mouth devouring every inch of the push-up guy's face. The push-up guy moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.

Meanwhile, the other guy, the one who had been massaging the push-up guy's back, couldn't resist any longer. He lunged at the bicep dude, grabbing his ass and squeezing it with all his might. "Don't forget about me," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "I want some of that action too."

The bicep dude, startled by the sudden assault, turned to face the other guy, his eyes blazing with anger. "Get the fuck off me," he snarled, his voice filled with rage. "This is my bitch."

The other guy, undeterred, grabbed the bicep dude's cock and began to stroke it, his fingers teasing and caressing the sensitive flesh. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think he belongs to all of us."

The bicep dude, his anger quickly turning to arousal, groaned with pleasure. "Oh, god," he moaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "That feels so fucking good." He closed his eyes and let the other guy continue to stroke his cock, his body trembling with anticipation.

As the push-up guy lay face down against the tree, the bicep dude, now fully recovered from his initial shock, straddled his hips, his eyes burning with a predatory gleam. The other guy, the massage guy, stood behind them, his hands caressing the bicep dude's massive shoulders, his breath hot on his neck.

"Now it's my turn," the bicep dude growled, his voice dripping with menace. "You thought you could take me? You thought you could dominate me? Well, think again."

He reached down and grabbed the push-up guy's ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing his tight, unsuspecting asshole. The push-up guy whimpered in fear, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The bicep dude then reached down and grabbed his own throbbing cock, stroking it with a savage intensity. "Get ready to feel my power," he snarled, his voice filled with lust. "Get ready to feel my seed inside you."

With a guttural roar, he plunged his cock deep into the push-up guy's unsuspecting asshole. The push-up guy screamed in agony, his body convulsing with pain.

The bicep dude didn't care. He thrust harder and faster, his cock pounding against the push-up guy's prostate, his seed spraying deep inside his rectum. The push-up guy moaned and sobbed, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the other guy, the massage guy, continued to caress the bicep dude's shoulders, whispering words of encouragement in his ear. "That's it," he purred, his voice filled with lust. "Fuck him good. Make him your bitch."

Todd, watching from the shadows, grinned. This was even better than he had imagined. The power of the ring was truly something to behold. He closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts on the scene before him. He imagined the bicep dude pounding the push-up guy's ass, their bodies glistening with sweat, their moans of pleasure echoing through the night. He poured all his energy into this vision, willing it into reality.

He wished that the anal fucking would become even more intense, more brutal, more depraved. He wanted the bicep dude to completely destroy the push-up guy's ass, to leave him broken and humiliated, to make him his personal sex slave. He wanted them to be his playthings, his puppets, his slaves. And with the power of the ring, he knew he could make it happen. He just needed to focus his thoughts, to will it into reality. And that's exactly what he was going to do.

A wave of energy washed over the group, even stronger than before. The bicep dude's thrusts became more violent, more relentless, his cock pounding against the push-up guy's prostate with a savage fury. The push-up guy screamed and sobbed, his body shaking uncontrollably.

The other guy, the massage guy, reached down and grabbed the push-up guy's balls, squeezing them with all his might. "Oh, god," he moaned, his voice filled with lust. "That's so fucking hot."

The push-up guy screamed even louder, his body arching in pain. The bicep dude, fueled by the push-up guy's pain, thrust even harder, his cock pounding against his prostate with a savage fury.

As the bicep dude pounded the push-up guy's ass, the massage guy, now fully aroused, couldn't resist any longer. He dropped to his knees and began to lick the push-up guy's balls, his tongue tracing a wet, sensuous path across his sensitive flesh.

The push-up guy screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body arching against the ground. The bicep dude, fueled by the push-up guy's screams, thrust even harder, his cock pounding against his prostate with a savage fury.

"Oh, god," the massage guy moaned, his voice filled with lust. "That's so fucking good. I want to taste your cum."

He sucked harder on the push-up guy's balls, his tongue swirling around them, teasing and tormenting him. The push-up guy's body convulsed, and he let out a long, drawn-out moan as he came, his cum spraying into the massage guy's mouth.

The massage guy swallowed the push-up guy's cum, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Mmm," he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That's the best cum I've ever tasted."

He looked up at the bicep dude, his eyes burning with lust. "Now it's my turn," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to feel your cock inside me."

The bicep dude grinned, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. "You want my cock, huh?" he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Well, you're going to have to earn it."

He pulled his cock out of the push-up guy's ass and stood up, his body glistening with sweat. He then grabbed the massage guy by the hair and pulled him to his feet.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice filled with dominance. "And start sucking."

The massage guy, eager to please, dropped to his knees and began to suck on the bicep dude's cock, his tongue swirling around it, teasing and tormenting him. The bicep dude groaned with pleasure, his body trembling with anticipation.

As the massage guy sucked on the bicep dude's cock, the push-up guy, still lying face down on the ground, felt a surge of anger and resentment. He couldn't stand being ignored, being treated like a discarded toy. He wanted to be the center of attention, to be the one receiving all the pleasure.

He gathered all his strength and, with a mighty heave, flipped himself over, sending the bicep dude and the massage guy sprawling to the ground. He then stood up, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with a cold, merciless lust.

"That's enough," he snarled, his voice dripping with desire. "I'm done being your plaything. Now it's my turn to take control."

He lunged at the bicep dude, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close. He then kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue plunging deep into his throat. The bicep dude moaned with pleasure, his body trembling with anticipation.

Meanwhile, the massage guy, still dazed and confused, tried to get to his feet, but the push-up guy grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close as well. He then kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue plunging deep into his throat. The massage guy moaned with pleasure, his body trembling with anticipation.

The push-up guy then pulled both the bicep dude and the massage guy close, wrapping his arms around them, his body pressing against theirs. He began to grind his hips against them, his cock throbbing with desire.

"I want both of you," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to feel your bodies against mine. I want to taste your cum."

He then pushed the bicep dude and the massage guy to the ground, positioning them on their hands and knees. He then stood behind them, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

"Get ready," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "Because I'm about to fuck both of you until you can't stand anymore."

He then grabbed the bicep dude by the hips and plunged his cock deep into his unsuspecting asshole. The bicep dude screamed in agony, his body convulsing with pain.

The push-up guy didn't care. He thrust harder and faster, his cock pounding against the bicep dude's prostate, his seed spraying deep inside his rectum. The bicep dude moaned and sobbed, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the massage guy, still on his hands and knees, watched with a mixture of horror and arousal. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

The push-up guy then pulled his cock out of the bicep dude's ass and turned his attention to the massage guy. He grabbed him by the hips and plunged his cock deep into his unsuspecting asshole. The massage guy screamed in agony, his body convulsing with pain.

The push-up guy didn't care. He thrust harder and faster, his cock pounding against the massage guy's prostate, his seed spraying deep inside his rectum. The massage guy moaned and sobbed, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the push-up guy came, his cum spraying deep inside both the bicep dude's and the massage guy's assholes. He then collapsed on top of them, his body trembling with exhaustion.

He had finally taken control. He had finally gotten his pleasure. He was now the alpha male, the dominant force. And no one would ever fuck with him again, or so his ego thought.

As the push-up guy, bicep dude, and massage guy lay intertwined on the cold asphalt, exhaustion finally claimed them. They had started the night with one goal in mind: to impress that cute little thing who'd been jogging through the park. They'd flexed, they'd postured, they'd even tried to engage her in some witty banter (or at least, what they considered witty). But she'd just smiled politely until her face showed her annoyance at their machoism, leaving them feeling deflated and rejected.

Little did they know, Todd had other plans for them. He had seen their potential, their raw, untapped lust, and he had decided to mould them into something far more interesting, far more depraved. He had used the power of the ring to strip away their inhibitions, to amplify their desires, to transform them into the ultimate cock-obsessed meatheads.

Now, as they lay tangled together like a pile of discarded gym socks (it did cross Todd's mind he could turn them into gym socks),

their initial goal was a distant memory, a pathetic attempt at conforming to a world that no longer mattered. They had been reborn, transformed into creatures of pure lust, driven by nothing but their insatiable hunger for each other's bodies.

The push-up guy, nestled between the bicep dude's massive chest and the massage guy's muscular arm, drifted into a blissful sleep. His face, still flushed from the intensity of the encounter, was pressed against the bicep dude's sweaty skin. He could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a comforting rhythm that lulled him into a deeper slumber. But even in his sleep, his mind was filled with images of cock, of muscle, of sweat. He was no longer interested in girls, in relationships, in anything that didn't involve raw, unadulterated man-on-man action.

The bicep dude, his arm draped protectively over the push-up guy's back, closed his eyes and let out a long, contented sigh. He had always prided himself on his strength, on his ability to dominate and control. But tonight, he had discovered a new kind of power, the power of surrender, the power of giving himself over to his desires. He had let go of his inhibitions, he had embraced his lust, and he had found a strange sense of freedom in the process. He was now a slave to his cock, a puppet of his own desires, and he couldn't be happier.

The massage guy, his head resting on the push-up guy's chest, ran his fingers through the bicep dude's sweaty hair. He had always been the sensitive one, the one who preferred gentle caresses to rough sex. But tonight, he had discovered a hidden side of himself, a craving for the raw, primal energy that these muscle-bound freaks had unleashed within him. He was now a cock-hungry monster, driven by nothing but his insatiable hunger for the touch of another man.

The three of them lay there for what seemed like an eternity, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. They were spent, exhausted, and vulnerable. But they were also transformed, reborn as creatures of pure lust, driven by nothing but their insatiable hunger for each other's bodies. They had come here hoping to get laid, but they had ended up becoming something far more interesting, far more depraved, far more powerful.

Todd, watching from the shadows, grinned. This was even better than he had imagined. The power of the ring was truly something to behold. He had taken three clueless meatheads and transformed them into the ultimate cock-obsessed fuckboys. He had stripped away their inhibitions, dumbed down their brains, he had amplified their desires, and he had given them the opportunity to find true happiness in the most unlikely of places.

He closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts on the scene before him. He imagined the three men lying there, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. He poured all his energy into this vision, willing it into reality.

He wished that they would wake up and realize what had happened, that they would embrace their newfound desires, that they would build a life together, filled with love, lust, and plenty of cock. He wanted them to be happy, to be free, to be themselves and never to both women again.

As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the quiet suburban street, the push-up guy, bicep dude, and massage guy stirred from their slumber. They had spent the night tangled together like a pile of discarded gym socks, their bodies still throbbing with the aftereffects of their raw, unadulterated encounter.

They woke up with a shared sense of purpose, a newfound understanding of their true desires. They were no longer interested in impressing girls, in conforming to societal norms, in anything that didn't involve raw, unadulterated man-on-man action. They were now cock-obsessed meatheads, and they were ready to embrace their new lives with open arms (and open mouths).

The push-up guy, whose real name was Chad, was the first to speak. "Well, that was... intense," he said, his voice still raspy from the night before. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. And I've got a serious craving for some protein."

The bicep dude, whose real name was Brad, chuckled. "I hear you, bro. I could eat a horse. And after that, I could probably suck a dick for a week straight."

The massage guy, whose real name was Tad, smiled. "Guys, guys, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We need to figure out what we're going to do with our lives now. We can't just go back to our old routines. We're different now. We're... enlightened."

And so, they hatched a plan. They would use their newfound lust for each other to make a name for themselves, to become the ultimate cock-obsessed icons. They would embrace their desires, they would flaunt their bodies, and they would show the world that there was nothing wrong with being a muscle-bound freak who loved to suck cock.

Chad, with his ripped physique and his boundless energy, decided to become a night dancer. He would strip down to his speedo, flex his muscles, and grind his hips against every horny dude who dared to approach him. He would become the king of the gay club scene, the ultimate object of desire, the one they all came to see.

Brad, with his massive biceps and his insatiable hunger for cock, decided to become a rent boy. He would offer his services to wealthy older men who were looking for a good time, men who appreciated his raw strength and his willingness to please. He would become the ultimate pleasure provider, the one they all came to for a taste of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Tad, with his smooth skin and his undeniable charm, decided to become a porn star. He would star in the most depraved, the most outrageous, the most cock-obsessed films ever made. He would show the world that there was nothing taboo about gay sex, that it was just as natural, just as beautiful, just as fulfilling as any other kind of love.

And so, they embarked on their new lives, each one embracing his own unique path to depravity. They became the ultimate cock-obsessed icons, the ones they all came to see, the ones they all came to for a taste of pure, unadulterated bliss. They were Chad, Brad, and Tad, and they were the kings of the cock-obsessed world.

Todd, watching from the shadows, grinned unaware that his soul was already now corrupted with this new darkness.

Part 1

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One Dad was horrified at his inability to take his eyes off the hunky lads and the debauchery between the now Leather Daddy and young dumb bodybuilder.

Sat with his family next to his wife, he was disgusted that he was getting turned on by the outrageous display.

Turning to look out of the window and holding his wife’s hand, he felt something happen to his clothes and felt a desire to flex.

Worried for the children and for any further transformations to himself, he whispered to his wife “I wish there was a way for us to get the families off this coach!”

And Genie enjoyed answering his wish.

Time rewound a moment as the Dad whispered, “I wish there was a way for us to get only the families off this coach of sex!”

And as if by magic, the coach stopped at the side of a resort, complete with water park and plenty of family entertainment.

Without the usual grief kids give parents, all the kids and their mums moved first, as the dads were still struggling to stop purveying the young lovers at the back of the coach, finally tearing their eyes away as they departed the coach. The confused coach driver in his 50s helped unload all the families belongings before stepping onto the coach with trepidation as to what was to come, a glance at the hunky lads at the back before setting off again.

As the Dad who’d made the wish stepped toward the park, he flexed again. His wife commented that while she loved him showing off, he really should put a shirt on. He opened his case and couldn’t find any shirts. He made his way to the resort's clothing store, stopping to flex for anyone who looked like they wanted a show, and purchased a particularly small t-shirt, which he guessed would fit him. Flexing as he passed the mirrors, and then the security guard who looked impressed, he walked back to his wife, pulled the shirt on only to witness it dissolve into nothing, his whole body involuntarily flexing a pose once more.

A gay hunk walking passed him with his boyfriend witnessed the moment, and decided he had to see it happen again, and whisked off his tank top and said “Here you go man, maybe this will help.” Thanking the hunk, the Dad tried on the other man’s tank top only to watch it dissolve again, this time giving his well-worked pecs a bounce to the hunk and his boyfriend's delight.

“I’m sorry love” he said turning to his wife, I don’t know what’s happened to me, but whatever happened on the coach seems to make wearing tops impossible, and I seriously can’t help showing off.

His wife had always been a long suffering women, who deeply loved her man. They would soon discover that he was incapable of wearing shirts for the rest of his life, and he would work hard to retain his very muscular frame well into his 70s, continuing to show off to anyone who would watch. All due to one of the lads wishing that he’d enjoy showing off his body all the time, and Genie adding ‘without a shirt’ to the lad’s wish.

As soon as the coach took off again, it was like a heavy, musky aphrodisiac descended on the coach, thick and cloying, and everyone was suddenly horny as hell. The air crackled with barely suppressed lust.

There were still a good number of straight couples on the coach, who started touching each other up with increasing urgency, their hands moving up and down legs, groping and heavy petting escalating quickly. Moans and gasps filled the air as they fumbled with buttons and zippers, desperate for release.

The same occurred to other groupings of friends, who until that moment had never felt any attraction toward each other. But many found themselves pondering the attractiveness of their pal, their eyes lingering on bulging biceps and tight abs, their minds filled with forbidden thoughts.

Everyone’s need for sex was palpable, a thick, suffocating blanket of lust that permeated every corner of the coach.

One gay man named Stan, a man of Afro-American heritage, had spent much of the journey so far subtly eyeing up the man across from him. Well-styled brown hair, brown sexy eyes on a square-jawed face. His skin was beautiful, and so was his body. Well worked in the gym, this guy was active all the time and looked after himself. Stan had been horny for this guy since getting on the coach, well before the wish, thinking about what this hunk would do to him in bed if only he was his lover. The sexy guy’s girlfriend was currently reaching inside his jeans, a bit concerned by his regular snatching of glances at the lads at the back. Stan’s wish burst from his mouth, a desperate plea fuelled by pent-up desire.

“I wish that sexy guy was my lover!”

And time scratched back, the universe bending to Stan's will, fuelled by Genie's mischievous touch: “I wish that sexy dumb guy was my musky alpha lover!”

The girlfriend looked at him in repulsion as he almost screamed his wish at her athletic boyfriend, who looked shocked and sickened, before his transformation began.

His already well-worked body became beefier, his muscles swelling and straining against his clothes. He retained his agility, but gained at least 60 lbs of muscle across his upper body, his pecs becoming hard, defined slabs, his arms bulging with newfound power. As his eyes locked onto Stan, his sharp eyes boring into him, before becoming blunter, the spark of curiosity and understanding dimming to that of a man who cared more about his next workout and fuck than the concerning metamorphosis rewriting his potential future permanently. His intellect seemed to recede, replaced by a primal hunger.

He felt a tickle across his body as all pubic hair thickened into manly bushes, a thick, dark forest of coarse hair that hinted at the animalistic desires lurking beneath the surface. His shaved skin was covered with a thick pelt, a layer of fine, dark hair that held his deep, musky scent, capable of even driving straight men into his arms. The air around him crackled with pheromones, a potent cocktail of lust and dominance.

And then understanding dawned on his slower mind, as he recognized his lover, the man across from him who he loved to toss onto their bed and punish his hole. A primal urge to dominate and possess washed over him.

Acknowledging that Stan’s wish had done something to him, he said, his voice now deeper and rougher, “I wish my boy was a beefy cub now!”

Zip!

“I wish my house boy was a beefy hairy gym cub now!”

And Stan welcomed his lover's desires manifesting across his body. The pressure which built in his arms pressing his biceps out, his chest pushing, and a healthy layer of fat covered what would otherwise have been a trim core, accentuating his abs, but allowing him to retain his ‘cuddlier’ buff appearance. His body softened, becoming more yielding, more submissive, a perfect canvas for his new alpha lover to claim. His own scent changed, becoming sweeter, more inviting, a siren's call to his dominant partner.

Stan, now a beefy, hairy gym cub, felt his cheeks flush as his new alpha lover, the former straight guy, locked eyes with him. The raw desire in those eyes sent a shiver down Stan's spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. Another topless hunk came up behind Stan and started kissing his cheek.

The girlfriend grasped her man’s face and said “Jed, what’s going on?”. Jed looked at her with a confused glaze covering his eyes. “Emmmm, sorry chick you’re not really my type.”

The former girlfriend, now completely forgotten, watched in horror as her ex-boyfriend grabbed Stan by the collar, yanking him forward with surprising force. Stan landed in his lap with a thud, his soft, muscular body pressed against the hard, bulging thighs of his alpha lover.

"You did this to me," the alpha lover growled, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated through Stan's body. "Now you're going to pay the price."

Stan whimpered, his eyes wide with fear. He knew exactly what the alpha lover meant. He had seen the way he looked at him, the way his eyes had devoured his body, the way his hands had clenched into fists, as if itching to grab him and claim him as his own.

Without warning, the alpha Jed ripped Stan's shirt open, the buttons flying off and scattering across the floor. Stan's soft, hairy chest was exposed, his nipples hard and erect. The alpha lover's eyes darkened with lust as he reached out and pinched one of Stan's nipples, causing him to gasp in pain and pleasure.

"You're mine now," the alpha lover said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

He leaned down and began to lick and suck on Stan's nipples, his tongue swirling around them in a tantalizing dance. Stan moaned, his body arching against the alpha lover's. He couldn't help himself. He was completely under his spell, a helpless pawn in his lustful game.

The woman burst into tears, much to the distraction of some of the nearer passengers. One straight guy, grappling with his aching cock, took the opportunity to swoop in to rescue the woman from her misery. As he approached her as the coach continued along the road, he confidently walked up to her and said “Hey there baby doll, I can be everything he was to you and more.” She looked up at the handsome man reviled by yet more masculine bravado, and she said “Leave us women alone. I wish you never approach another woman again.”

Time rolled back those last seconds as she locked eyes with the horny man, “I wish you never approach another woman again, always fucking men!.”

Surprised at herself, she watched as the man stepped back from her and surveyed the dumbass muscle hound stripping his cub, and he longed for that kind of action.

He spotted his buddy Trent and for the first time realised how attractive he was. They’d worked out together for years and built strong athletic bodies. And that’s when he remembered his buddy’s smaller than average cock. A smirk crept across his face, the woman’s angry wish ringing in his ears as he formed quickly a wish to realize his desires.

“I wish Trent was the fittest powerlifter in the city, with the biggest cock.”

Genie snapped his fingers and time reset as he wished “I wish Trent was the fittest gay powerlifter in the city, with the biggest cock hungry ass.”

Trent couldn’t quite hear every word, but noticed his pal was looking strangely hungry. A primal hunger that sent shivers down his spine.

And then he felt it. His lats felt like they were on fire, as did his bis and tris. His lower back started to feel over-encumbered as his upper body exploded in incredible muscle. He knew he was the fittest powerlifter, with legs which were perfect for running long distances. And then something strange happened with his glutes. They seemed to be expanding in his seat. They seemed to puff out, still pure muscle, but big, glorious globes begging for kneading and playing with.

And then a new desire erupted inside him, a burning, insatiable need to be filled. His cock remained hard, but he was less aware of it. He didn’t even notice it shrink another couple of inches. He just needed someone to ravage him deep inside, rubbing his aching prostate with pleasure. He desired calloused, muscular hands to work his ass before filling him with a meat stick of massive proportions. He was sure he could take any length and girth of manhood, and he was ready to try all the men in the world to find the biggest out there.

As his pal returned to his seat, Trent spun around, thrusting his newly enlarged booty into the air, presenting himself like a goddamn offering. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed with lust.

"Spank me, stud," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Punish me for being such a bad boy."

He reached behind and grabbed his own ass cheeks, spreading them wide for his friend's inspection.

"Look at this hungry ass," he purred. "It's begging for your attention. It needs to be filled with your hot, hard cock."

He leaned back against his friend's legs, his ass grinding against his crotch.

"Please, baby," he begged. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me, owning me."

He reached behind and took his friend's hand, guiding it towards his throbbing ass.

"Touch me," he whispered. "Feel how wet I am. Feel how much I want you."

He closed his eyes and moaned as his friend's fingers began to explore his ass, teasing his hole, driving him wild with anticipation.

"Fuck me, baby," he begged. "Fuck me hard and make me your bitch."

The woman who had made the wish watched in stunned silence, her tears forgotten. She had unleashed a force of nature, a torrent of repressed desires that could no longer be contained.

The other passengers watched in a mixture of shock, arousal, and envy, their own desires stirring within them.

And it continued. One man, with his girl riding the full length of his cock, couldn’t shake the image of the lusty lads, and cried out “I wish girls were as sexy as those hunky horny lads.”

And Genie snapped back time

“I wish girls on this coach were as sexy as those hunky horny lads.”

Genie was careful, he’d be in trouble with the deities if he granted world-changing wishes, not to mention the lack of continued joy he’d be able to get through the diversity of his wishes. After all, world-changing wishes tend to stamp a uniformity across the world, which is highly undesirable to Genies.

And the guy was not disappointed when his girlfriend’s bra melted away around his new full pecs. His new balls were resting on the boyfriend's belly as he continued thrusting into his partner, although his cock was now in his partner's fine ass, rather than their previous genitalia.

A guttural moan escaped his lips as his breasts hardened into pecs, his hips narrowed, and his clit elongated into a throbbing cock. The sensation was overwhelming, his mind filled with pleasure and confusion. He felt a surge of primal energy coursing through his veins, with a fresh desire to dominate and control.

There were a few moans of surprise, but happy acceptance as all the remaining women became young, sexy late teens with chiselled frat boy bodies and a taste for immature jokes. Their clothes strained against their new muscles, their bras bursting open to reveal sculpted pecs, their hips narrowing, their curves hardening into lean, athletic frames.

Grunts of surprised gasps and excited whoops filled the coach as the former women surveyed their new bodies. They flexed their biceps, admired their chiselled abs, and ran their hands over their newly formed cocks.

"Holy shit," one of them exclaimed, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "this is fucking awesome!"

"I feel like I could bench press a fucking truck!" another one shouted, flexing his massive pecs.

"Check out my dick!" a third one yelled, grabbing his throbbing cock and giving it a playful tug. "It's bigger than my ex's!"

A wave of homoerotic energy washed over the coach as the newly transformed men began to eye each other with newfound lust. They exchanged suggestive glances, flexed their muscles, and whispered dirty jokes.

One of the new men, emboldened by his transformation, grabbed his former lesbian girlfriend and pulled him close.

"Hey, babe," he purred, his voice now dripping with testosterone, "wanna try out my new equipment?"

He leaned in and kissed his former girlfriend, his tongue exploring his mouth with a brand-new intensity. The kiss quickly escalated into a passionate make-out session, both their new male bodies grinding against each other, their hands exploring every inch of their newly transformed physiques.

The other new young lads, fuelled by their newborn desires, began to pair off, their hands groping and grabbing, their mouths locked in passionate grips. Genie surveyed his masterpiece. This once ordinary coach of randomers heading to a camping destination had been transformed into viral men looking to hook up, without any other cares in the world.

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Jed's hands roamed down Stan’s body, kneading the soft flesh of his newly acquired cub physique. He squeezed Stan's pecs, enjoying the way they jiggled in his hands. He traced the outline of Stan's abs, marvelling at the layer of fat that covered them, giving them a softer, more inviting feel. He reached down and cupped Stan's balls, feeling the heavy weight of them in his palm.

"You're so soft," Jed said, his voice thick with lust. "I want to make you harder."

He began to rub Stan's cock through his pants, his fingers teasing and tormenting him. Stan groaned, his body trembling with anticipation. He could feel his cock growing hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Jed pulled back, his eyes burning with desire. He reached down and unbuckled Stan's belt, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. He pulled down Stan's pants, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

"Oh, fuck," Jed said, his voice barely a whisper. "You're so beautiful."

He leaned down and began to suck on Stan's cock, his mouth enveloping it completely. Stan moaned, his body shaking with pleasure. He closed his eyes and let himself be consumed by the sensation, his mind blank, his body on fire.

Jed sucked on Stan's cock with increasing intensity, his tongue swirling around the head, his teeth gently nipping at the shaft. Stan's moans grew louder, his body arching and twisting in ecstasy. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a loud, guttural cry as he came in Jed's mouth, his body convulsing with pleasure. Jed swallowed his cum, his eyes never leaving Stan's.

"That was just the beginning," Jed said, his voice rough and demanding. "Now it's my turn."

He stood up and pulled down his own pants, revealing his massive, throbbing cock. It was thick and veiny with newfound alpha status. Stan's eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of it.

Jed grabbed Stan by the hips and pulled him close, his cock pressing against Stan's ass. Stan gasped, his body tingling with anticipation. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait.

Jed thrust his cock into Stan's ass, his body shaking with pleasure. Stan moaned, his body arching and twisting in ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around Jed's neck and held on tight, his body completely consumed by the sensation.

Jed fucked Stan hard and fast, his body pounding into him with relentless force. Stan's moans grew louder, his body shaking with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a loud, guttural cry as he came in Jed's ass, his body convulsing with pleasure. Jed continued to fuck him, his body pounding into him with unrelenting force.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jed finally came as well, his body shaking with pleasure. He collapsed on top of Stan, his body heavy and exhausted.

They lay there for a long time, their bodies intertwined, their breaths ragged and uneven. Finally, Jed rolled off of Stan, his body still trembling with pleasure.

"That was amazing," Jed said, his voice barely a whisper. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Stan smiled, his body still tingling with pleasure. He knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together, a life filled with lust, desire, and endless depravity.

CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE STORY WITH NO PRIOR ENGAGEMENT WITH PREVIOUS STORIES

Guys, as always plus 3 was a genius invention of Derek Williams all credit goes to him for such an awesome idea. Check out the inspiration to this series by reading the master himself. Plus 3 - the original Plus 3 - in the library

Also, I’ve evolved as a writer particularly through writing my own continuation of Derek’s masterpiece. The first ones are like fast food, but hopefully this one feels more descriptive.

And the AI images are just for fun, obviously they haven’t kept complete consistency between images.

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Genie isn't your typical lamp-bound spirit from the movies. He's a free force, not constrained by the shackles of a lamp, able to weave his magic in ways that makes your skin crawl with anticipation. His power lies in the subtle art of manipulation, adding just three words to every wish to twist reality in delightfully naughty ways.

In his previous mischievous escapades, Genie had indulged Matt with a 24/7 live porn palace Harem within a lavish mansion. And after a wild cruise around the local area, where even the shopping mall succumbed to his whims, Genie sought a change of scenery—a campsite nestled in the hills. He was tired of the same old faces, the same old bodies. He wanted fresh meat, new toys to play with.

The coach journey up to the campsite had been rather eventful. The coach was loaded with men and women and a number of kids, all looking for an adventurous week camping.

A three-hour coach tour from the city to the country was of course the perfect place for Genie to have some fun.

The air at the rear of the coach hung thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and the overpowering mix of cheap deodorant which clung to every college student on a budget. Ten college lads claimed the back with their youthful energy, bursting laughter, shouting, and the occasional belch that echoed through the cramped space. Each of them falling into a caricature of the stereotypical frat boy: the jock with the bulging biceps and a brain the size of a pea, the preppy kid with the trust fund and the entitlement to match, the awkward nerd trying desperately to fit in, the class clown who lived to provoke and entertain and so on.

Their immaturity was their way of life, with crude jokes, off-colour remarks, and a complete disregard for social norms. They were a pack, a tribe, and no one had the courage to ask them to quiet down.

And they were driving one man to the brink of insanity.

The gentleman in question was Mr. Davenport, a man in his 60s with silver neatly combed hair and a face etched with the wisdom of a life well-lived (and perhaps a few regrets). With his current frustrations at the young men, he sported a perpetually furrowed brow, sat just a few rows ahead of the lads, his body rigid with barely contained fury. He had boarded the bus hoping for a quiet retreat to the country, a chance to escape the stresses of his business. But these irritating frat boys had other plans. Their incessant noise, their vulgar language, and their complete lack of respect for their fellow passengers were a constant assault on his senses.

He had tried to ignore them, to block them out with his headphones and his book. But their antics were relentless, their laughter became a constant reminder of his own fading youth and his own missed opportunities. He was a man who had followed the rules, who had played it safe, who had sacrificed his dreams for the sake of stability. And these frat boys, with their carefree spirits and their blatant disregard for the consequences, were a punch in the gut.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he could take no more. His face contorted with rage and unleashing his pent-up frustration he declared: "I wish those lads would just grow up!" The words hung in the air, a pathetic plea for sanity in a world gone mad. But the frat boys hadn’t heard his cry to the universe, and they seemed to laugh louder, their immature humour only amplified.

Genie, however, did hear and he smiled as time rewound, and the man declared, “I wish those lads would just grow muscle and hunk up.”

The sense of change sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine and he turned to look at the lads, his face looking daggers. He had barely finished his pathetic plea for maturity when the transformation began. It started subtly, a slight tightening of the fabric across their shoulders, a barely perceptible swelling of their biceps. But then it accelerated, a runaway train of muscle growth that defied all logic and reason.

The frat boys, who had been moments before a collection of average-sized college students, were now swelling before his very eyes. Their clothes, once loose and comfortable, were now straining at the seams, threatening to burst at any moment. Their faces, once soft and boyish, were hardening, their jaws becoming more defined, their eyes taking on a predatory glint.

The navy t-shirt of one of the frat boys on the back seat, ripped with a sound like thunder, exposing his taught, hard pecs. His chest expanded, his nipples hardening as if in anticipation of some unseen pleasure. His arms, once flabby and weak, were now bulging with muscle, his biceps straining against the confines of his sleeves.

The chubby guys physique now transformed into that of a built model, sat in his new green hoodie which clung to his bulging biceps.

The other frat boys were undergoing similar transformations. Their shoulders broadened, their chests expanded, their abs hardened into washboard perfection. Their legs, once spindly and weak, were now thick and powerful, their thighs straining against the fabric of their shorts.

The silence that followed was deafening. The frat boys, stunned by the sudden and unexpected changes to their bodies, could only stare at each other in disbelief. They flexed their newfound muscles, marvelling at their newfound strength. They ran their hands over their hardened abs, revelling in the feeling of power and sex appeal.

The air in the coach simmered with an almost unbearable tension. The newly built bodybuilder nearest Mr. Davenport, a closeted jock named Chad, relished the older gent's uncontrollable stares through the transformation. He had always found guys hot, yet had hoped he’d develop latent desires for women eventually, but he had never dared to express his desires openly. Now, with his muscles and his newfound confidence, he couldn't resist the urge to test the waters.

"I wish everyone was as interested in our bodies as that guy there," Chad muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Mr. Davenport's crotch, which showed no signs of arousal at all.

Zip, time struck back a chord, and his wish was amplified, twisted into something far more explicit: "I wish every male was as interested in our sexy bodies as that horny guy there."

The effect was instantaneous. The other frat boys, who only moments before were a collection of confused and horny straight young men, were now consumed by an overwhelming desire for each other. Their eyes locked, their bodies trembled, and their heterosexuality dissolved like sugar in water.

"That was such a gay wish man, what the fuck bro?" One of the young hunks, his name was Jake, said with a mixture of shock and excitement. His already strained white polo shirt, unable to contain his burgeoning muscles, shrank down to a tank top that clung to his large, sculpted pecs. He reached over and gave his mate, the guy next to him, a cheeky peck on the cheek, making the other hunk, whose name was Tyler, blush.

But Jake wasn't satisfied with just a peck. He wanted more, he needed more. He wanted to taste the salty sweat on Tyler's skin, he wanted to feel the heat of his body against his own.

Brad, the most aggressive of the bunch, wasn't about to be left out of the fun. He had always been the most sexually adventurous of the group, and he wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. His eyes burning with new lust for his friends, he pushed his way between Tyler and Jake, his muscles flexing with each movement.

"Guys, I'm getting in on this," Brad growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me get a taste of that mouth of yours Jake."

And without waiting for an invitation, he lunged forward, his hands tearing at Jake's now-grey tank top. The fabric ripped with a satisfying sound, exposing Jake's hard, sculpted chest. Brad didn't hesitate; he climbed onto Jake's legs, straddling him like a bucking rodeo rider. Brad didn't ask; he took. He slammed his lips against Jake's, a brutal, possessive claim. Jake's surprise quickly shifted into a desperate need, his own mouth opening wider, inviting Brad's invasion. Brad's tongue plunged into Jake's mouth, a thick, muscular spear exploring every corner, every crevice, leaving no doubt who was in control. He tasted Jake's fear, his excitement, his lust, and it only fuelled his dominance. One hand snaked around Jake's neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him captive, while the other squeezed his bicep, testing the muscle, claiming it as his own. Brad ground his hips against Jake's, letting him feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against his thigh. He bit down on Jake's lower lip, a sharp, stinging sensation that made Jake gasp, and Brad used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue now a relentless piston, pounding against Jake's. It was a kiss that stripped Jake bare, a kiss that left him breathless and trembling, a kiss that marked him as Brad's.

Brad's hands roamed over Jake's body, exploring every inch of his fresh musculature. He squeezed his pecs, he ran his fingers down his abs, he cupped his bulging crotch and then made his way to wiggle his middle finger into his hole.

Jake gasped at the intrusion, initially surprised by Brad's aggressive advances, but he quickly succumbed to the pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Brad's body, pulling him closer, his own tongue darting out to meet Brad's. He moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation.

The other frat boys, caught up in the moment, began to pair off as well. Tyler, not wanting to be left out, turned his attention to Chad, the closeted jock who had inadvertently started this whole orgy. He grabbed Chad by the shoulders, pulling him close, his eyes burning with desire.

"You started this, Chad," Tyler whispered, his voice husky with lust. "Now you're going to finish it."

And with that, he leaned in and kissed Chad, their mouths meeting in a passionate embrace. Chad, who had never kissed a man before, was initially hesitant. But the heat of Tyler's body, the intensity of his kiss, quickly melted away his inhibitions. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's body, returning the kiss with equal fervour.

Mr. Davenport, meanwhile, was in a state of complete shock. He had never witnessed anything like this before. He had always prided himself in his heterosexuality and his composure. But now, with these frat boys engaging in a full-blown orgy right in front of him, he found his inhibitions crumbling, his desires shifting.

He watched, transfixed, as the frat boys kissed, groped, and fondled each other. He could feel his own body stirring, his cock had been hard since Chad wished he was horny, and it had never felt so painfully constricted. He knew that he should look away, that he should try to maintain some semblance of decency. But he couldn't resist. He was drawn to this orgy of young men like a moth to a flame, and he was willing to burn for the chance to experience its forbidden pleasures.

The older gent, couldn’t take his eyes off the younger men, his cock raging hard. He was disgusted at himself, but for some reason he couldn’t break his eyes away from the display of youthful lust from the adolescent hunks. Come to mention it, the other men in the coach found their attention moved toward them.

Jake broke from Brad’s kiss to say “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men. I also wish his muscles would grow when he’s seducing.”

Genie grinned “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men for a living. I also wish his muscles would grow thicker when he’s seducing straight men.”

Tyler, the only lad left in a top, which was now stretched to its limit, emboldened by the attention and the sudden surge of testosterone, locked eyes with the older gent. A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing a hint of the devil within. He pulled away from his make-out session, leaving Chad panting and flushed.

"Hey, old timer," he drawled, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "you seem to be enjoying the show. Why don't I give you a private performance?"

Before the older gent could respond, Tyler sauntered down the aisle, his newly acquired muscles rippling beneath his clinging tank top. The other passengers watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to his every move.

He stopped directly in front of the older gent, his bulging biceps practically brushing against the man's face. He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy against the man's ear.

"I bet you've never seen anything like this before," he whispered, his voice laced with a seductive purr.

With a sudden, unexpected move, the frat boy seductively placed himself on the older guys lap, gyrating into the older man’s crotch. Then he began to strip. He slowly peeled off his tank top, revealing his massive, sculpted chest. His pecs bounced with each movement, drawing gasps from the onlookers.

He then unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving the older gent's. He slowly slid his shorts down his hips, revealing a pair of tight, blue boxer briefs that barely contained his bulging package.

Mr. Davenport's eyes widened in disbelief, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He was both horrified and aroused by the spectacle unfolding before him. He had always considered himself a respectable, heterosexual man, but the sight of this young, muscular frat boy stripping and grinding on his lap was stirring something deep within him, something he had never dared to acknowledge.

He even witnessed Tyler's muscles pump bigger, growing larger and more defined as he gave in to his advances. It was as if the act of seduction was fuelling his physical transformation, turning him into the ultimate object of desire.

Tyler, now completely naked from the waist up, straddled the older gent's lap, his rock-hard thighs pressing against the man's groin. He began to grind against him, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine.

"How's that feel, old timer?" Tyler purred, his voice now dripping with lust. "Bet you wish you were young again, huh? Able to handle all this muscle."

Mr. Davenport groaned, his self-control crumbling like a dam about to burst. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks. He couldn't help himself. The feel of Tyler's body against his was too intoxicating, too overwhelming to resist.

Tyler let out a throaty laugh, then leaned in and licked Mr. Davenport's ear, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against the man's skin.

He continued to grind against Mr. Davenport, his movements becoming more and more frantic. The other passengers watched in a mixture of shock, arousal, and envy. Some averted their eyes, pretending not to see what was happening. Others stared openly, their own desires ignited by the scene unfolding before them.

Chad, inspired by Tyler's success and aware his previous wish had been granted, decided to take things even further. He approached Mr. Davenport, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He ran his hand down to Mr. Davenport’s crotch and felt the hard shaft of the older man, straining against his pants. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“I wish you only desire sex with young men now who call you Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice laced with seduction.

The Genie, who had been observing the scene with amusement, smirked. This young lad had been a straight, awkward college boy until only a few moments ago. Now, he was a professional rent boy, a master of seduction, with a very naughty kink for seducing older men.

He wound back time desiring to unleash Mr. Davenport's deepest, darkest desires, to transform him into the ultimate object of lust.

“I wish you only desire sex with young, dumb, hunky men now who call you Leather Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation."

As Chad whispered the words "Leather Daddy," a surge of raw, untamed power coursed through Mr. Davenport's body. It started in his groin, a throbbing, insistent ache that demanded release. It spread through his chest, tightening his muscles, hardening his nipples. It surged into his arms, making his hands clench into fists.

He felt his skin tingle, his senses sharpen, his inhibitions crumble. He was no longer Mr. Davenport, the respectable businessman. He was now a Leather Daddy, a master of pain and pleasure, a connoisseur of young, dumb, hunky men.

He looked down at Tyler, still straddling his lap, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with desire. He saw the potential, the raw, untapped masculinity that was just waiting to be unleashed. He saw the perfect blank canvas, ready to be moulded and shaped to his every whim.

A primal growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice now deeper and more resonant. "You belong to me. I’ll pimp your sexy ass out to whomever I choose and you’ll make me a lot of money boy!"

Tyler, still riding high on the adrenaline of his performance, simply smiled and leaned in to kiss Mr. Davenport again. But as their lips met, something shifted. Tyler's eyes glazed over, his mind went blank, and a dumb smile spread across his face.

The transformation was complete. Tyler was now a dumb, muscle-bound stud, perfectly suited to the desires of his new Leather Daddy and he was proud to make money for Daddy with his sexy body.

Mr. Davenport pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He ran his hands over Tyler's body, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles.

"Daddy," Tyler said, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "take me."

He needed to claim Tyler, to mark him as his own, right here, right now, in front of everyone.

He grabbed Tyler's face, his fingers digging into the young man's cheeks, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He kissed him hard, his tongue exploring every inch of Tyler's mouth, his teeth nipping at his lips.

Tyler, his mind now a blank slate, responded with a fervour that was both thrilling and terrifying. He wrapped his arms around Daddy Davenport's neck, his body pressing against the older man's, his hips grinding against his groin.

Daddy broke the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He looked around the coach, taking in the shocked, aroused faces of the other passengers. He saw the envy in their eyes, the desire in their hearts. He knew that they all wanted to be Tyler, to be the object of his desire.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He was going to give them a show they would never forget.

He grabbed Tyler's hand and pulled him towards the nearest seat, where Chad and the other jocks were sitting, their eyes wide with anticipation.

"Move," Daddy growled, his voice now a low, menacing rumble. "This is my seat now."

Chad and the other jocks scrambled out of the way, their faces a mixture of fear and excitement. They knew that they were about to witness something extraordinary, something forbidden.

Daddy sat down, pulling Tyler onto his lap. He straddled the young man, his thighs squeezing his waist, his groin pressing against his ass.

He grabbed Tyler's head and forced him down, his fingers tangling in his hair.

"Suck my cock," he commanded, his voice dripping with lust. "Suck it good."

Tyler, his mind completely blank, obeyed without hesitation. He opened his mouth and took Daddy's throbbing cock inside, his lips wrapping around the shaft, his tongue dancing over the head.

Daddy groaned, his head falling back, his body arching with pleasure. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation, the warmth, the wetness. He felt the other passengers watching him, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

He didn't care. He was a Leather Daddy, and he was going to take what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Tyler, his face buried in his lap, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over. He saw the other jocks watching, their cocks straining against their pants, their hands reaching for their own dicks.

He smirked. He was in control, and he was loving every minute of it.

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Guys, for the previous parts and full series, check out my story bank on GayKinkyStories.com

And a special thank you to @morphographic for his ideas on the first transformation in this installment.

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Could this night get any better? Already two men had been transformed due to obtaining the watches from staff members. Now these men were at the mercy of random wishers from the audience.

"Now for naughty boy number 3. Although this one's double the fun. You see Chad and Nez arrived in the crowd here tonight and procured their watches from a couple of unchanged bar staff. You see, these guys were looking to get hotter to take girls home tonight, but they misunderstood how these watches worked. After watching my demonstration with the barmen, they slipped two watches off of two female staff, while flirting with them. By the time they realised that the transformation is linked to this phone, they'd been trying to get the watches off. Of course, the people they tried to con into taking the watches didn't take the bait.

"This is them now, since the kiss. Chad on the left, Nez on the right. They're more tactile with blokes than they were before, but they've remained straight somehow. Let's take a look at them before they got kissed by two girls.

"Yes, college boys. Looking to get laid and have fun. Let's speak to them. Chad, Nez, what have you got to say for yourselves?"

Chad spoke first with a deep voice.

"Fuck man, this night has been so twisted. We only wanted some pussy, and we knew we weren't the best looking guys. The chance to become muscle studs was too much, and we gave in and stole the watches.

"Since you changed the bogs, we've held the desire to piss. But we also can't leave the club. Then you gave the kissing wish to everyone, so we grabbed the nearest girl and wished for our desires. Sexy young blondes for both of us with big titties and a desire to be fucked.

"My girl was from an Islamic family and when I kissed her, she was in her 30s. While I enjoyed the kiss, I couldn't have imagined that her desire was for an early 40s hairy Dad figure. I mean look at me. I was only 20 last week. And I hate all this fuzz.

"My man Nez here at least has a nice hairless body, but he's also aged up 10 years. The other weird thing is, we don't want to wear tops. Like, the thought of ever putting a coat or sweater on makes us feel itchy all over."

Jos took charge "Well boys, it sounds like you're two young college bros trapped inside the bodies of two older men. Perhaps you're already livin' your punishment?"

He looked questioningly at the crowd, who shook their heads and called out their suggestions.

"No, they're not lettin' you two off the hook. After all, you did deprive us of more transformation fun with the two chicks you stole these from. So we'll have to have that fun with you."

The two dudes looked at each other and gulped in anticipation. Hadn't they already suffered enough, permanently now transfigured into these older men.

"So who'd like this wish"

On screen a commanding hunk dressed in Leather and straps grabbed Chad's wrist and spoke into the watch.

"Master Jos, I wonder if I could have the pleasure of making a wish?"

From the way the room responded to the heart throbs rugged features, intimidating presence and bassy voice it was evident this man's own transformation had been immense and powerful tonight.

"Go for it sir, we're all eager to hear what you desire for these two men."

"Well to keep it a punishment I'd have them remember who they were and remain straight in their minds. But I'd like them to become completely dependent on each other sexually. I want them bonded for life, to live in the same home and to take care of each other in every sense of the meaning. I'd have them leather heads, addicted to leather parties, and sex involving leather. I'd also make them husbands who desire to be cuckold. They enjoy watching young hunks debase and humiliate their groom. When out at clubs, they look for the biggest young hunk to seduce, and have a 70% success rate at being chosen by the stud of their choosing. They never go home without some willing man in toe.

"So I wish these guys were married Cuckold leather bears, addicted to leather bars and able to seduce hot younger and stronger men to fuck them in front of the other, for their nights of lust. I also wish that their young straight brains would remain in tact, but unable to change the decisions their teddy bear bodies make sexually."

And the crowd watched both men age up a decade, as hair covered both of their bodies, particularly growing thick on Nez's previously hairless body.

Both men immediately started making out in abandon after the transformational energy had aroused every iota of randyness within both men.

Chad and Nez were still trapped inside these two sex-obsessed bears, but no-one would have known the straight boys were feeling punished from the big grins each had on their faces.

The Leather master then cracked his whip and commanded the boys to follow him, which they did grinning even deeper at the fun they could see they were about to have.

The camera now panned back to Jos with the mic.

"I said 4 naughty boys, and we slipped an extra one into our last transformation there. So here he is, the last naughty boy. It's Keiron.

"Keiron, speak into your watch and tell us why you stole the watch and from whom."

The guy in loud yellow shorts with the red bandanna round his neck smiled and waved at the camera.

"Hey man! So this is why I stole the watch. Chad's transformation from a friendly bouncer to a musclebound stripper was awesome, and so many hands were feeling him up. I happened to be close enough to get the watch and I immediately put it on. Of course, I didn't look like this when I stole his watch.

"I came tonight so sick of my boring life. I've got some mates here with me, but really I want to be transformed into someone else's fantasy."

Jos spoke into the mic "Well you're a sexy bodybuilder at the moment. Let's see what you looked like before."

"Yeah, that's me in the navy blue tee with a pink one underneath - don't ask. That was me and my bros just after I stole the watch but before the kiss. We were each grabbed by different guys, but quickly worked out who we all were after the kiss."

"Looks like you've got your desire already, so tell us stud, are you happy as you are and do you want us to leave you alone?"

There was a mutter of disapproval from the gents in the room who wanted to see more transformation.

"No man, I love the idea of being putty in other peoples hands. I'd love Dick's transformation ideally, to be constantly changing to accommodate other guys desires. That would be the hottest."

Jos smirked "So we have a willing volunteer then. I suggest we have a few options then for the stud, but remember this is a punishment for him being so naughty."

Keiron was heard loudly, delighted with this turn of events.

"Come on up here Keiron and bring two of your mates with you, we may need them."

Don piped up "Well I'll take his other friends for a fucking. You two are now my muscle pups. You love being owned by men and won't have another completely independent thought for at least one year."

And both hunks willingly walked off to become pups for Don to train.

Jos chose four men to join him stage to offer a wish.

"Guys, for this one, we're going to do something different. First off, let's have that watch dissolve into Keiron's body. The nanites are now within him, and he will only revert back if we allow him to. And, his DNA is now linked to my phone, so you'll get your wish to some extent Keiron. You won't remain the same guy throughout your life. In fact, we might never let you get old. Or will we...

"So lucky guys, just speak your wish into the phone and we'll decide who's wish is granted once we've seen our options.

The first man said into the phone "I'm so turned on by the previous wish, I wish Keiron thinks he's a muscled latex dom, but really he's a submissive little bitch.

The enjoyment from the crowd was heard through many excited cheers.

Keiron's mic was now within his mouth at a nanite level and he raised his arms and whip to the crowd.

"You like this don't ya. A young muscle boy like me bossing you, turning you hard, barking orders in your face. Only to be put in my place by some other stud. You love the idea of me begging for cock, pleasing to be ploughed hard. You want it, you want me to be this."

And the crowd went wild.

The next guy stepped forward.

"I wish he was my sexy bro step son. An over confident Brat who needs and desires daily punishment."

And the sexy latex-clad Keiron aged down as he pulled up the whip to take a selfie as it became his phone. His youthful frat boy transformation changed many semis to full boners across the room.

The third guy stepped forward. "After a Frat boy, I'm feeling equally stereotypical, but I can't help my fetish for cowboys. So I wish he was a cowboy with a Southern accent in his early 30s, with a hairless body below his eyebrows. I also wish he was a complete bottom, offering his ass up to any man who could be considered a bull or beefy."

Once again, before their eyes they watched the young brat age 12 years. His body didn't change much more than growing an extra foot in height. But he lost the phone and the rucksack. Now, this airhead loved showing off his fine body to wrap it around big meaty men, and to have his hungry arse filled.

The fourth guy walked up and said "I like my boys tied up, and I love men of Asian descent. So I wish his heritage is Taiwanese and he lives a life bound when he's not working out. I wish he could only find sexual fulfilment when tied up, and could only cum when commanded. I wish he was completely subservient and accepted the orders of his masters without question."

The fourth man had a dark smirk as he watched the cowboy's historic ethnicity change, his muscles receded just a little as his clothes dissolved, while a muzzle stretched around his cute face and ropes snaked across him, tightening as they bound him in a kneeling posiition.

Jos could see Don making light work of training his pups in the side wings to the stage, watching as both muscle pups took turns slurping on Don's thick meat.

"So, we're at that moment to choose," Jos explained.

"We have four options for Keiron here. The latex-bound, would-be Dominator who's really a bottom bitch. The bratty fratboy who needs daddies, the bottoming real-life cowboy, or the Taiwanese-bound sex slave?"

"Let's hear from Keiron as we turn him back to his beefier self."

"Fuck man, what a trip. That was hot as hell! I loved it!"

Jos frowned, "Well that's not the idea. You've been a naughty boy and you need punishing. If it were your choice, which guy would you be?"

"O man, it's so hard to choose. Probably one of the first two, but I really enjoyed being tied up in ropes too. It was a bit scary, but I loved it. I probably wouldn't choose the cowboy to be honest, although I wouldn't mind dressing up as one."

Jos turned to the crowd, "We're going to need to do better. I wish Keiron could only tell men the complete truth without thought for the consequence of telling them."

Now Keiron looked a bit worried, realising he'd never be able to lie to another bloke ever again.

"Keiron, what type of man really turns you off?"

Without so much as a breath, Keiron responded "Really fat men who stink".

"Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Keiron, we forgot to ask you to introduce your friends to us tonight. What are their names and who do you think is hottest?"

Keiron answered stroking the back of the guy in the middle, "This is Shane and he's our DM in D&D. He was wearing a leather jacket when we entered tonight. And this dude" he indicated to his friend in the shorts covered in coloured dust from another game played in the corner of the club tonight "is Fred. We've been fooling around for a few years, but I'd now say he's my number one fuck buddy. Even after he was made hairier and given a great tattoo over his left pec, I think he's the hottest out of my friends, no offence Shane."

Shane feyned offence before grabbing Keiron in a headlock and rubbing his fist into his hair affectionately.

Jos asked "Ok Keiron, if fat smelly guys don't do it for you, what type of man does?"

Keiron's eyes lifted as a dreamy expression overcame his face.

"I'm turned on by most men with muscles, but I'd love to be pushed around by an absolute beast of a man, like huge but not much hair. Someone who'll put me in my place and be really playful with me."

His eyes glazed over.

Jos smiled and walked over to the decks, pulling out a couple of objects. He walked up to the men on stage.

"Ok, here's what we're going to do. I've got a watch for each of you boys to wear as well." Shane and Fred looked suspicious but also excited at the prospect. "Oh yes, you're evening of transformation isn't over yet. Here put them on."

A close-up of the guy's wrists appeared on screen and the crowd watched as Jos said into his phone "I wish Shane was a sexy over-muscled 26-year-old muscle beast, with a trim waist, a monster cock and a sadistic love of pinning men to the ground and forcing them to enjoy new things. I wish that his punishments become secret desires in the hearts of the men he punishes."

As the crowd watched the former 30-something regress in age, they saw the lust in Keiron's eyes ignite like never before.

Jos smirked evilly, "So Keiron, tell us who is the hottest of Shane and Fred."

Keiron looked at the two and couldn't lie. "Shane is now the hottest to look at, these muscles..." he ran his hand over the big body of his friend ",,,are so huge. He can punish me any day. But I still love Fred's Soul more."

"Oh and have I a treat in store for you. I wish Keiron had two primary lovers, Shane and Fred. Shane is the bruiser who whips Keiron into shape, and... Fred is Keiron's main sexual interest."

Keiron was getting hard at the thought.

"I wish Fred was a late 40s hairy bear of a man who hates showers and loves young studs worshipping his larger body."

Fred gasped as he felt his tight abs fatten into a great round gut, as his arms ballooned with flab and his firm pecs grew to large man boobs. He also became aware of how much he smelt, and then he realised he loved it.

Keiron looked at his fuck buddy and his cock immediately drooped as he was visibly turned off by Fred's new form.

He looked to Jos mutinously, "What, but I think I love him. How could you?"

Jos grinned at him, "Man, I said you needed punishin', and ya' kept sayin' ya' loved what I was doing to ya'. So here it is. Shane is goin' to make you enjoy your fuck buddy. In fact, not enough large men get appreciated, so Shane will entice more large hairy bears back to your home for you to worship and service. Over time, Shane will train you to prefer older larger men, while helping you grow big, strong and hairless like him."

"Now it's time to finish off by askin' Fred how he's doin' and which of the four choices he wants for his boy."

That phrase "his boy" started the blood pumping back into Keiron's flaccid phallus. It felt like a nightmare in some ways, but in others, he knew his life would continue to be one of lots of sex in a beefy body, or so he hoped.

Fred looked down at his big body "Yeah cub, I love it" he said in a much deeper voice. "What's not to love about all this." He said jiggling his impressive belly.

"I want that brat boy in my life. Turn Keiron inta that lad. It will be so hot havin' him worshipping all of me."

He said with his deeper set eyes fixed on Keiron's de-ageing form.

"Oi Boy! Get over here." Keiron looked at the fat smelly man and his brat boy persona took over.

"No chance dude, I'm fine where I am."

Fred went red in the face "You will come and worship me!"

Keiron looked at Fred in the eyes, "Nah man, this bro's more my type" he said placing his free hand on Shane's meaty pectoral.

Shane grabbed the boy, his phone clattering to the ground as he pushed him onto all fours. "This is your Daddy now, and you will serve him. I will train you cub to be everything Daddy wants. From now on you do what he says without question. Do you understand me?"

Shane's sudden intimidation of the 20-year-old Frat boy stunned him into agreement.

Shane pulled him up roughly and pushed him to his knees before Daddy. "Now smell manliness cub!"

Jos grabbed the arms of both Shane and Fred and obviously flicked their watch straps, releasing their wrists from those pesky watches.

"Ok guys, why don't you all head over into that corner so that the party can continue, but have fun."

"So guys, I hope you've had fun tonight here at the first Fantasy Models Tour. Keep your eyes out for more club nights like this, and don't forget you can always call up your own Fantasy Model anytime you have the dosh. For now, that's all from me"

Don stepped back to the mic, his horse cock swinging and sending precum in all sorts of directions.

"And guys, as a gift, the first single guy you set your eyes on will be putty in your hands to mould both body and mind as you desire for up to 12 hours. Have fun!"

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So much had happened tonight already at the club.

Derek, our hero, had been excited to see what a 'Fantasy model tour' was like considering this was now the hottest job he'd ever had. Getting paid to transform into a random horny stranger's desire for a few hours was his favourite way to make money.

But this club had been different. From the barmen and bouncers who'd been transformed; to the upgrading of the DJ with truth-speaking powers. The WCs were now gay muscle stud makers and the opportunity to turn one other person into your desired fantasy permanently had left the room much more attractive.

With his boyfriend having the ultimate power to shape reality with his words, Jos, the MC, was keen to continue to exert his power for as long as he had the mic and the phone connected to the watches of the staff in this room.

"Guys, we've had a lot of fun, but now it's time for us to get serious. Some of you naughty boys slipped the watches off our bar staff and bouncers earlier. Some of you were smart and clipped them to other people. And I've heard a few of you may have helped some of our bouncers escape through your naivety. We're about to punish and reward you naughty boys now. We'll let you decide whether you've been blessed or cursed.

"We have cameras across the room, and we've chosen 4 of you. Like earlier, I'll ask for a wisher to come forward and decide your fate. We've even got footage from earlier this evening, of what you looked like before the kiss earlier tonight, for extra fun. So let's find our first victim to be transformed...again."

The camera panned to four guys who started jumping up and down ecstatic that they were on the big screen.

"Hello, boys. Now I'm told it's you, Luke, who's wearing one of the bar staff's watches, is that correct? Just speak into the watch bro as it's also a microphone."

Luke stepped forward from his bro hug and said "Yeah bro, it was me. I thought it was so sick when Joe transformed from a loser white barmen into an absolute solid black bodybuilder.

"I couldn't let him go back to that white loser life after tonight. I put the watch on for safekeeping, and couldn't get it off. My mates thought it was hilarious that it was stuck on my wrist and wouldn't help me take it off. I guess this is what they wanted."

Jos smirked at the cocky guy.

"Ok Luke, let's take a look at you before in the first 30 mins of being here tonight.

"So which one's you in the footage Luke?" Luke smiled, O yeah, I'm the guy in the glasses."

"That's quite a transformation from college student to frat bro right? I bet you lost quite a bit of knowledge in the conversion. Are you happy with the change?"

"Yeah bro, it was weird. We were here to pull some girls, arrived in the middle of all the action, then me and my bro (the one I've got my arm round) went to take a leak. Then we came out lookin' like this and pushed our other bros in and watched them change. When we kissed, I kissed Dane (formerly the guy in leather) and imagined him bigger and hairier. I loved watching Dane's body grow so huge, and his hairy chest hair. Mmmm, that got me all boned up. He kept me almost as I'd become, except for the bigger cock he gave me. And I don't think I'm gonna miss the smarts. It's not just the knowledge that's gone. I don't think I'm able to think like I used to, and that's fine with me." He said, lustfully giving Dane a wink and eyeing up his hairy body.

"Well let's see what the new you will be, at least for the next 5 hours when you'll revert back to this version of you, as long as you hold onto that watch. Do we have someone ready to make a wish"

The flurry of hands flew up and one of the closest guys got called up, a bigger older dude.

"Luke's become a generic former frat boy and that's just boring. I wish he was a sexy sporty kid, 20 with a desire to be pampered, but also to serve Daddies. He feels entitled to drink the cum of any Daddy he approaches and longs to be filled with the nectar of older hairy men."

And the room cheered and Hollard as he aged down a few years and his new identity settled in.

He looked at Dane and said, "Sorry man, you're not really my type." Before seeing a hairy Daddy behind Dane, and he went in for his cock.

Dane could have been hurt by his buddy, if it hadn't been for the twunk behind him who grabbed him and started making out with him.

Jos' voice spoke through the mic "So that's Luke sorted, but I don't feel that was as extreme as I'm looking for. We're lookin' for punishing boys ok!

The camera zoomed in on a party of 5 guys, mostly still clothed and Jos spoke "So here we have Zander, Zander say hi to us all."

Zander smiled at the camera and lifted his watch to his mouth. Speaking in the higher range of his naturally low voice he responded "Hi Jos. Wow, is it my turn? I didn't even know I was a naughty boy." He said, hand going to his mouth in feyned shame. "I thought I was helping that bouncer out by following his instructions. He promised my boyfriend and I could enter if I took his watch off his wrist and wore it instead. And, hey, how do you know my name?"

Jos smiled at the man in his late 20s.

"Ok Zander, thanks for filling us in. Yes, you were tricked by one of our bouncers who managed to escape tonight. We know where each of them lives, and Don will have some words with them later on in the week about their actions." He winked again at the crowd.

"Zander, let's take a look at you earlier in the night. But I only see two guys in the focus of the camera. Tell us where are you in this footage?"

"O honey, I'm the blonde. I was Alex before all of this. And that's my boyfriend Rodriguez. I'll be honest I wasn't enjoying the night when you changed the bathrooms and when you said about the kiss, we looked at each other and vowed to kiss each other to keep us the same. We were facing each other, his hands around my hips when a guy in a cheap white t-shirt and orange cap pushed me aside, grabbed Rod's face and kissed him square on the lips. Rod's dress shirt immediately transformed into a t-shirt with a cheap black waistcoat, as the guy whispered something in his ear. I can only guess he was pushing his own desire onto Rod's as the other dude didn't seem to change much.

"My Rod was as straight as an arrow, but this guy seemed to turn him into a geeky gay comic and sci-fi-loving nerd to match him. I was so mad until I got kissed by a guy who told me later he loved watching Glee. He wanted me to have a good body, but also his love for musical theatre and he wanted an older dude. He in turn became a posher and a great dancer, because that's what I was into.

"That is until he whispered to me as I continued to kiss his lips that he was a sexy go-go dancer. I don't think he'd have asked to be a dancer before my desire for him to be so, but the scantly clad slutty desire now in me was all his doing pushed onto my desire. He's right here with me."

The guy in the very tight-cropped dark green muscle tee waved at the camera.

Jos jumped in as Zander drew breath. "Hi to your friend and thanks for that Zander, we've got the picture and you've thought it all through haven't you? Well, it's time to find out your fate. Who'd like to reward or punish Zander with a wish?"

Another frantic crowd of waving hands bid for Jos' attention and choice.

"Ok, let's get you man, yeah you. Come on up."

A large guy with a great paunch in his mid-30s walked up confidently onto the stage and happily took the outstretched mic.

"I just wanna say thanks to Jos and Don for such a swell night tonight guys. Before tonight, I was some stuck-up businessman with a stick up my ass. Now I'm a redneck fat fucker who enjoys the attention of younger men looking to work hard on the ranch and then fuck. Apparently, I'm great at training guys how to be strong and pack on the weight. I'm livin' ma best life and that's all down to you guys.

"As I say, I'm inta younger dudes, and I think this mister was only tryin' to help the son of a bitch who tricked him when he was a she. So no punishment, just reward. I wish Zander was a buff surfer kid in his very early 20s who easily wins men back to his home for a great time. I wish he was always the life and soul of the party, and like a sex God in bed."

And the crowd cheered and whooped as the mid-30s dude lost at least 13 years of age and as they witnessed his growth. his big surfing muscles stretching and destroying the yellow vest, revealing big swole pecs and an incredibly alluring surfers body.

Zander now had all of his new club mates hands fondling, caressing and groping every juicy part of his body. And he loved all of the attention, pushing his head back to kiss the horny guy to his right. He felt a hand reach the watch and unbuckle it, and sighed a sigh of relief. He would now be this beefy air headed surfer bro well into his 40s, and he couldn't have wished for a better life.

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Don's words from the previous episode "Have a look around the room, and spot people you think are hot. Choose one and imagine them as your deepest fantasy. Then, once we’ve heard the next track, if you can plant a kiss on their lips before the end of the following track, the first person you kiss will become that fantasy for the rest of their lives. Think about body tone, sexual orientation, about personality. And the beauty of it is, if you don’t get that person, just grab someone nearby, and they’ll become that person.”

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Derek heard the words and thought “O fuck, will I escape with my body intact?” And a hot guy approached him and kissed him. He wore a brown leather jacket over his white vest top, with denim jeans. He had a determined sharp focused face, and obviously also spent a lot of time at the gym.

His hair was beautifully sculpted and his brown eyes looked ready to take what he wanted.

“You are my fantasy man, but I want to make some adjustments. You will always work out hard at the gym, you also only have eyes for guys now. And I want you to always be able to change a guy the way you want to. You can read a guy's mind just by looking into his eyes, and you can see his deepest secrets and fantasies. You now want to fulfil those fantasies. But you can change his desires as you choose, along with every part of his body too. The only thing I want to ensure is that you have a slightly bigger bubble butt, which can take any cock, and your rod will now be 11 inches and nice and fat too. With your new abilities, you can make sure that every guy you fuck can take its full length down their arse or throat.”

With that said, Derek didn’t feel much different, but he did have an incredible lust for this guy, and he grabbed him and passionately made out with him, his tongue exploring the hot guy's mouth. As he did, he ran his arms along the guy, and with a thought, made his clothes disappear, leaving him in just his boxers, which he morphed into revealing tight-fitting briefs.

He added a tattoo to the guy's left pec, and grew them even more. He started moulding the guy's abs into hard rock-like formations and increased his muscle all over. He then started making love to the guy. He turned him round, pulled out his thick member and took the guy, gently at first, increasing the guy's arse hole with every thrust, and then harder, and harder, deeply penetrating this guy's now growing bubble butt.

As he fucked the guy publicly in the middle of the room, Derek said in his ear “From now on, you adore sucking and fucking big guys. Whether straight or gay, you can now seduce the hottest guys, and make them enjoy all you have to offer. And any guy who fucks you will find their cocks growing 3 inches in length and 2 inches in girth. It only works the first twice they fuck you though.”

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DJ Don was riding Jos’ rod by now and while being fucked said through the mic “I think it’s time for all the ladies to leave the club. You have exactly 60 seconds to leave or feel compelled to use the bathrooms. From now on this is the hottest gay nightclub for guys. The toilets will always transform any guy or girl into hot muscled, gym, sex-obsessed gay fuckers."

There was more commotion as the straight and lesbian women of the room tried to escape. Some straight dudes grabbed their hot girlfriends and ran for the exits. Some of the girls managed to get out as the timer counted down on the large screen suspended above Jos and Don, but no guy achieved that goal. The closer they got to the exit, the more they craved to stay and see what happened next on the stage.

As the time counted down to 0, the remaining breasts in the room firmed to packed pectorals, all Virginia's grew out. Virgin's grew small 4 inch cocks, while the sexually experienced fanny's grew out to match the largest cock they'd ever been filled with.

Derek and the stud, continued to fuck hard, and others had started to join them. The room was now full of sexy hard hunks, taking each other wherever they wanted.

Jos grinned at the radical changes his boyfriend had brought over the entire audience tonight.

"You're all so hot. Now, one of the few dudes who hasn't changed at all tonight through watching all of this from his safe backstage position is Jay the owner of this club, and one of the key organizers.

"I thought we should interview him. Come on over Karl."

There was silence and no movement. And then Karl's face appeared on the screen. A well-dressed man in his mid-40s dressed in a white t-shirt, tailored jacket and white Nike sneakers. He looked petrified.

"Karl seems reluctant to come out. I'd pegged him as a straight boy when we met, and he was particularly excited to see the hot women we'd make tonight. Well Karl, wave at the camera, as we can see you on our screen..."

Karl's panicked face seemed to get paler as he listened.

"...and we need you on stage now. Why don't you look at that lovely watch we gave you as a gift for tonight."

Karl suddenly lifted his wrist and looked down at the present. A close-up of the watch showed a Rolex which had embossed just under the logo with the words 'Fantasy models tour'. He now looked horrified.

"I wish Karl would be more confident, come on stage and be completely honest with us."

Karl found his legs betray him, as they walked him out on stage for the crowd to see.

"So man, how are you feeling?"

Karl found a deep confidence rising as he answered Jos's question without hesitation. "It's fucking twisted, that's what it is. Transforming everyone into gay wet dreams. It's just wrong."

Jos grinned "Do y'a agree crowd, is being turned gay wrong?"

The crowd booed Karl and started shouting out suggestions for Karl's inevitable make over.

"So Karl, why do you think being made gay is wrong, and a second question, what do you think of pole dancing?"

Karl tried to think carefully about his response, but his mouth just let it all tumble our..

"Well, guys are gay or straight from birth right? Or they develop feelings in puberty or later. But it's wrong to just change someone's orientation just to suit yours. It's immoral. This is my club, and I want everyone to be welcome to have fun here. I never intended it to be a gay club. Also, I like pole dancers. I love watching them rub the pole between their massive tits, objectifying themselves for everyone. The bigger the tits the better. I like seeing their flesh, their sexy butts, I get so turned on by seductresses on poles."

Jos overtly looked Karl up and down, sizing him up.

"So you're ok with objectifying women to your desires, and the poles really do it for you. It's turning a man into an objectified being is it, or removing his hetro-tendancies? I mean, you had no problem with us getting all your staff to sign the new contract last night, the one where they agreed to be transformed in the fine print which none of them read. And then allowing you to choose a staff member to become your fantasy model last night, with the ability to transform her as many times as you want during her employment here.

There was a gasp from the crowd as Karl's cheeks became beetroot red.

"When we explained you could choose any staff member, male or female, I noticed your hidden pained expression at the idea of being with a hunky version of one of the men. And man, pole dancing is a kink for you right? Of course, there are many sexy guys who pole dance to. You didn't think of them. But I think you will after tonight."

Jos turned to face the crowd, "Would anyone like to see a pole dance show, with Karl working the pole?"

There was a great surge of noise from the crowd.

"I wish Karl was an experienced stripper and pole dancer, who looks like he enjoys dancing and stripping for men. I wish that with every item he strips tonight, he'll grow bigger and beefier with muscle."

And Karl found himself reluctantly taking his jacket seductively off. As he shrugged it off his shoulder he pulled it behind his head with both hands showing off his growing arms. He did a few turns while dancing with it held taught behind him, as the crowd enjoyed seeing the club owner's gym-kept body, now with well-worked arms.

Throwing the jacket into the crowd with one hand, he tugged at his t-shirt. As he revealed his tight torso, his existing abs grew with a thin layer of fat to show them off more, and as his flat chest was uncovered, the crowd enjoyed watching his pecs balloon with packed muscle.

As he undid his pants suggestively, a pole descended from on high and he gyrated his hips before removing his pants completely. His whole body seemed to be instantly pumped with more muscle mass as his thighs gained the tone of a fit dancer.

Taking the pole firmly between his larger mits, he then wrapped his beefy frame around it and started rubbing it against his junk, moaning and throwing his head back with pleasure, before mounting the pole and climbing up. About 5 foot from the ground, gripping the pole with his powerful thighs, he threw his torso back so everyone could see his physical power and prowess, and admire his well-worked upper body.

As Karl continued to dance and show off around the pole, Jos continued, "Friends we've got a new dancer in the house. The owner of the club, a musclebound straight and intelligent pole dancer called Karl who likes to show off for men. Is that what we want here at our exclusively gay club?"

Again the crowd booed and made their dissidence known at the suggestion. Then more suggestions were shouted.

Jos brought the mic to his lips again "Karl, it looks like your straight days are done, in fact, the crowd aren't sure you're clever enough to own and run a club." He spoke into his phone as with every other wish. "I wish you transferred all your ownership and responsibility for this club to me. I wish you are completely gay with a below-average IQ of 75. I wish you were a good houseboy for me and Don when you're not at the club, and that you never disobey either of us. I wish we all lived together in your former penthouse and share all your wealth."

Of course, no one could really disobey Don, who could just say it happen and it would. And as the spark of intelligence snuffed out Don spoke up "Our very own pole-dancing muscle house boy. Great job Jos. And boy, you're name is now Stud, has been since birth." And all his identity documents, and the memories of those who loved him, now mirrored this truth.

And the former owner took his new place as the house boy to Jos and the resident DJ. His now thick muscled body he knew existed to pleasure men. His whole life now was to bring men to climax and to serve his muscle masters Jos and Don. He lusted after their poles but accepted his place as the house boy. He had no problem giving them access to all of his life’s savings and making his penthouse their new HQ. After all, they deserved it, as they were sexy as fuck, and they’d made this club so much hotter.

This had to be the hottest fantasy model show in history.

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Derek was loving the night. In the last hour, the DJ had been turned into a sexy stripper with a dirty mind and the ability to speak truths into reality.

He’d then made himself the boyfriend of the now topless and horny MC Jos. Even with Derek’s belief that he was still straight, he couldn’t help but love the transformation of the fat tall guy who protested at the evening's turn of events, into a horny muscular pole dancer. Then came the rearranging of the couples. The 7 straight couples, each entering new gay relationships, including 6 of them becoming gay muscle sluts, open to any man interested. He’d witnessed countless lads and lasses entering the toilets, and exiting as over muscled sex-obsessed studs and studettes.

Derek particularly enjoyed the skinny lad being granted the gift (or was it a curse) of always changing into the sexual fantasy of the man or woman he got close to. And of course, the changing of those fantasies by the dirty DJ.

By now the agenda was set, most people would be leaving here gay and super improved. So far, apart from becoming more interested in guys by a few of the general wishes, he was happy that he hadn’t been changed much. After all, his own body transformation had come from months of hard hours in the gym, a change to his exercise and life choices. He didn’t really want to lose any of that.

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Jos and Don were making out again. Don couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend's body.

When Jos pushed at his chest to get some space to breath. “Man, you’re such a great kisser, and I’m lovin’ it. We’ll get back to it in a bit, but I have an idea” and he whispered his thoughts into his mate's ear.

The DJ, who'd kept the best beats playing behind all of the transformations, turned them down once again and spoke through the mic.

“Guys and gals, tonight you came here for the ‘Fantasy Model tour” and you were hoping to get a glimpse of someone who fitted your own fantasy. So now’s your chance. Have a look around the room, and spot people you think are hot. Choose one and imagine them as your deepest fantasy. Then, once we’ve heard the next track, if you can plant a kiss on their lips before the end of the following track, the first person you kiss will become that fantasy for the rest of their lives. Think about body tone, sexual orientation, about personality. And the beauty of it is, if you don’t get that person, just grab someone nearby, and they’ll become that person.”

Worried expressions were exchanged around the room. Even those who had snuck in when the bouncers were transformed were under the earlier reality that only married couples could leave the club. Many of them had missed the toilet reality and become super fit and extremely horny as soon as they entered to relieve themselves. Other faces were filled with lust. Looking at the hotter guys and girls in the room, and imagining what they’d look like if…, and what they’d do to them. During the track, a number of people had repositioned themselves closer to their desired target, like a predator waiting to pounce on their prey, while trying not to make it obvious they were after them. After playing one more track, and giving people time to fantasize, Don announced “Ok you dirty tigers you, get snogging”.

Of course, no one was safe, and all the most attractive people were almost inevitably going to be kissed for further improvement.

One woman had been eyeing up a muscular hunk, a piece of meat that she wanted deep inside her every night for the rest of her life. He was 29, with short hair and his fringe shaped into spikes. He worked out a lot, which helped with his manual labor job. As soon as the track started she started moving in his direction but realised she was too late as she watched as another guy grabbed her target with a deep passionate kiss, and his muscles immediately shrank down as he became a submissive twink.

A young college guy next to her had had his eyes on this girl since arriving at college. He didn’t look too bad but was a bit messy and was useless at speaking to girls. He ran up to her, turned her around and planted a kiss on her lips.

And before her eyes, the college lad aged 9 years, and his muscles grew and expanded with well-defined musculature. His future as an academic was gone, but he didn’t care as he now had the perfect life of hard fucking his special girl every night, and the respect of his bros at the construction site.

Her appearance hardly changed at all, gaining slightly bigger breasts and even fuller hair. However, she now longed to look after the needs of her man. She loved to cook for him, look after house for him. She lived to serve him, and to be loved by him.

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Two friends who’d both just turned 30 had come in together. Neither had a clue that their best friend was gay, both were still single and they longed for the other one to share their feelings, but they had been too afraid of rejection to ask. They’d lost years to their crippling fear. So both decided this was too good an opportunity to miss. Both had stubble and one a stud piercing. But as they launched eagerly into the kiss things changed.

They both lost about 10 years of age and the one with the stud lost it and gained a backwards cap instead. His pal Jon had always fantasised about bros, and he'd had many wank sessions imagining his rugged buddy, Charlie, as a clean-shaven bro hoe. Tons of confidence, owning the room and fucking other young sporty beefy dudes.

Along with the years and rugged stubble, Charlie lost his top and gained muscle tone, a tattoo on his expanding arms, his chest pushed out and his cock grew to a full 10 inches. He whispered in Jon's ear, "Imagine me with a full bubble butt to take your throbbing 10 inches and make me self-lube". His friend thought this was an amazing idea, and whether he’d wanted it to or not, that image was now stuck as part of his boy’s transformation.

But while he wanted Charlie to become his studly boyfriend, his friend didn’t know he’d always wanted to have a house boy who sucked him off every day, looked after the house and let him go off fucking other hot guys with all his confidence.

He said to his hot new house boyfriend, "...and you want me to be able to pick up any hot guy or guys I think would be fun to play with for an evening."

And it became a reality. Now Jon would be on the hunt for hot dudes to take back for the pleasure of him and his Charlie house boyfriend. Whether the guys Charlie picked were gay or not, they’d now be willing to join the two of them for an night of passionate fucking.

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A girl saw her opportunity. She was wearing a sequin dress over her well-kept hot body. She’d have been a catch for most guys, but she loved the look of this socially awkward guy. She ran over to him, grabbed his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. Which was very quickly returned after a stunned pause of surprise. She’d been imagining helping him out with big strong muscles to hold her, a thick chest and neck. But with a considerate kind man who would always look after her, always provide for her, a guy she could depend upon.

She didn’t change much more about him, apart from giving him a nice 8 inches down below and a desire to fulfil all her inmost needs. She even left his haircut intact and increased his confidence. She got rid of all his awkwardness, gave him a cool personality, an interest in working out and sports, and a determined attitude to get everything he needed for his babe.

He’d been anxiously looking around wondering how on earth he was meant to kiss anyone, as he hadn’t managed to yet in his whole life. He couldn’t see anyone who was into his tastes. Loads of hot guys were around, but there was no way he’d be able to get one of them.

Suddenly, hands touched the back of his neck and this girl was kissing him. It wasn’t what he’d expected but it didn’t matter. Apparently, as long as he was kissing someone they’d become his fantasy. So as he snogged this random girl, who didn’t do much for him initially, the woman’s face started to change, gaining masculine features. Her hair became shorter and darker, and her body bulked out into that of a gym-obsessed muscle bull. She was stacked with fine young muscle and had no hair from her thick neck down to her enlarged feet.

The girl felt her body expand with power, lust and testosterone, and she embraced the rush of transformational energy throughout her masculising body. She should have been shocked, but instead enjoyed the feeling of fullness from her clit, which grew and thickened until it pushed out from her body. No longer a chasm to be filled, but a rod to fill other chasms. His new thick cock was sitting in his new boxer briefs, but being the realisation of a dude's fantasy, he found his cock was 11 inches hard. The muscualr virgin he was kissing, apparently hadn't concerned himself with how an 11 inch penis would feel inside his mouth or ass.

He was also aware that he didn’t wear much on his top anymore, never being shy to show off his gym gains as the trophy boi that his boyfriend always wanted. But in the twoing and frowing of transformation and fantasy, her fantasy of being monogamous was changed by his boyfriend's desire to be a promiscuous couple in an open relationship. Studding out together to catch hot gay couples and maybe a few straight guys who wanted to fool around and explore.

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A guy with an afro and a white pinstriped suit saw a hunk in a polo shirt and decided to grab him. If he was quick, he could get the straight-looking hunk turned into what he wanted.

While the hunk was eyeing up a chick and about to make his move, the afro guy grabbed him and kissed his lips instantly thinking, you like gay muscle bros and you want me to be one. And the straight guy found himself thinking of the afro guy with a cut chiselled body, with tats, caps, hard abs, big chest and massive biceps. Of course, a nice arse and cock to go with it. And as Mr Afro broke the kiss and looked down at himself, he knew what he wanted.

A gym bro to work out with, and fuck with casually. He imagined his friend being completely philandering, but always with time to sort out his bros needs. His thick cock would also be amazing at taking his now massive pole. One last thing. If they were to be true bros, his man would need to be black too. And the white guy's skin changed color and darkened and his transformation was complete. And as the transformations took place, the fantasies morphed and both looked like black gym rats.

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Next, 3 girls grabbed each other tight before anyone else could get them. They gave a mutual kiss between them not really thinking through what they were doing. They just didn’t want others to transform them. As they kissed, they each thought about how hot having a stud every night would be. A raging stallion, with a thick cock to ride, strong arms to hold them, great kissers, physically always active. And one of them opened their eyes and realised what was happening.

He was now so turned on by the transformation he thought it would be great to have 2 gay guys as roommates who would serve his needs too, and that was it. Gone were the college girls, and here were the 3 studs who lived to workout, fuck and party all day every day. Muscles were everywhere, and their clothes disappeared. Their trip home would be an issue, but the night was young and there were plenty of other guys around here to fuck besides their roommates who they always had easy access to.

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Derek watched the show in awe. This was so hot. The staff were being targeted for transformation. They weren’t in on it at all. They were completely subject to the wishes of the audience. He could see the panic in some faces. Straight men were now captivated by Chad and his mountain of muscle while being horrified that the studly Jeza had been transformed into a weakling cocksucker, who was currently fondling the crotch of another guy.

Jos grabbed the mic again and boomed out “y’all havin’ fun here tonight?"

The crowd screamed in joyous response with the voices of those less conflicted revellers tonight.

"Who shall we transform next? How about our very own DJ Don” and he turned to face the guy who started to look petrified as if his worst nightmare was now before him. Unlike the bar staff, he was fully aware of every transformation, having witnessed it with the rest of the crowd.

“Man, no way, Fuck no. You can’t toy with me. Anyway, I don’t have one of your shit watches on. This was a gift from my girlfriend, and I ain’t gonna be turned into one of those gay cocksuckers you’re creating tonight!” And he stuck his fingers up at Jos who just smiled.

“Hey man, chill out. It’s gonna be fun. Do we have anyone with a wish for DJ Don?”

And hands sprung up instantly.

“Yes, you in the pink dress”

She shouted “I wish he was a sexy hunk who’ll strip tease for us, right down to his briefs, but leaving his stripper bowtie.”

And suddenly a bowtie appeared around Don's thickening neck. Don started moving with the pace of the beat as he moved out from behind his decks. And then his body started stripping for the crowd. He found his t-shirt a challenge to pull off due to his new huge delts and broadening shoulders.

The crowd laughed, as he turned his back to them all while wrestling with the garment which was now far too small for him, and they got a great view of his back becoming a perfect v as thick back muscles established. As his lats and traps fully established, and he got more control over his now boulder shoulders, he turned back toward the crowd and did his best attempt at a graceful, sexy movement to finally rid himself of the impossible clothing. He swung it around his head a few times before throwing it into the crowd.

It felt as if his muscles grew with every item of clothing he removed. One shoe and his pecs ballooned, the next and his arms stretched out. His socks had a great effect in bulging the already increased muscles and revealing a tight core by redistributing Don's slight beer gut. As he peeled his jeans down his legs, he revealed incredible thighs which would never accommodate those pants again. Swinging them around his head and launching them into the crowd required his larger feet to anchor him on the stage.

Finally, Don was only adorned with nothing but his briefs, his bowtie and his watch. The crowd went wild watching the dance, his swelling pectorals, and nice tight buns. He looked stunned and shocked by the transformation, and he yelled “Jos, what the fuck! This ain’t your gay watch.” and he gestured toward the watch on his wrist.

“Oh, but it is man! We snuck your watch off earlier in set-up and made some improvements. Don’t go losing it, coz it’s the only thing which will turn you back at the end of the night” and he winked at the crowd.

“Who’s next with their wish?”

A guy spoke up “I wish DJ Don was bisexual, more interested in guys, and had an incredible imagination, and a truly dirty mind”

He looked over to Don and nodded. Don's demeanour changed. He was pissed at having his life altered before this horny club's eyes, but noticed, for the first time just how hot Jos was.

Jos smirked and said “and another…”

This time a flamboyant guy in a rainbow basketball top was chosen “DJ Don has a way with words, so I wish everything he says about people is true”

Jos was loving this. "Hell yeah" he said down the mic.

"I have an idea, but Don you’ll need to play along ok. How are you feeling bro?"

Don now grinned

“I feel awesome man." He took a pause to obviously check Jos's huge body out in front of everyone. "Do you know how much of a stud you are, …”

A big guy near the front interrupted with a loud shout, “You’re all fucking twisted. This ain’t right. You have to stop right now. You can’t just go changing people like this. It’s unethical!”

Don just continued his comment, “you’re such a stud that this guy can’t help but come up and worship you in front of us all”

And the big fella found himself walking involuntarily up to the stage, and he started feeling Jos’ huge muscles, his face red with embaresment.

Jos said “Man, we’ve got a show to do. I can’t be worshipped at the moment, we’ve got so much more in store for the crowd tonight.”

Don sighed “That's no fun man. Ok well...” he turned to the big guy “you’re here for our entertainment now. In fact, you now exist to entertain guys with your sexy tatted body. You work hard in the gym to dance round the pole, so that later you can slide down a whole different pole.”

And the guy lost his dorky look, shrank down about a foot and lost most of his hair. The skinhead started dancing suggestively around the pole which had just materialised to the side of the stage.

That was the last straw for some of the crowd, and enough people started heading for the doors for DJ Don to say something quickly.

“What y’all think you’re doin’? From now on, no-one wants to leave this club. The married folk can go if they want, I’m not up for messin’ with you unless you choose to stay, but everyone else feels a deep desire to stay. The rest of you are all too excited to see what will happen next. Sure some of you will hate what you see, but no one’s leaving this club before we’ve had a lot more fun. O yeah, and if you need the bathroom, expect a surprise. You’ll end up helping out your fellow man or woman, as the WCs are made for sexual encounters. O, and yeah the gents is still only for guys, and the ladies for the gals.”

There was a collective gulp from the crowd.

“What did we do folks? Created a Frankenstein or a genius?” Jos said with a shit eating grin on his face. “Right Don, my game is a couple’s game. Can you call up some hot couples? I’m looking for girlfriends and boyfriends, 6 couples.”

“You heard him, if you’re in a straight couple and you look hot, come on up”

And 6 couples found themselves moving to the front against their will. Their legs seemed to be mutinously marching them up the steps of the stage and centring on stage for all to see them.

”So what do you reckon Don? Do you think they’ve got the right match?”

“No way man, individually some hot specimens, but they’re all wrong.

First, I think the bald guy would be better with the young college dude, who can whisper his sweet nothings into baldy’s ears from now on.”

The bald guy looked disgusted and the college stud said “Fuck you man, I’m straight and really into my girl there’s no way I’d…no way I’d be with anyone else other than my stud. Come here you.” And he pulled the bald guy into a passionate kiss. The girlfriends stood horrified, not sure what to do, as tears filled their eyes at there loss of their boyfriends. The guys made passionate love to each others mouths with their tongues, and the promise of a long fuck session was now in the eyes of both boyfriends.

“Don’t cry ladies, you’re better off together, rather with those two hotties. You’re now a lesbian couple.” And the girls looked into each others eyes and knew that it was true.

“And skater boi here, he hasn’t skipped a day in the gym for years, and he’s in love with the slightly nerdy dude in the maroon dress shirt. And Mr Maroon is now a beefy son of a bitch too. These two love hitting the gym together, and they always get envious looks while working out together.”

Skater looked down at his body as his biceps increased and his pecs pushed out hard into the chest of his new nerd/stud boyfriend, who he couldn’t help but keep kissing. The age difference wasn’t a problem for them, and they made life work well. Mr Maroon kept the house and paid the bills, while Skater now came and went when he pleased, loving the freedom his open boyfriend gave him. Mr Maroon particularly enjoyed watching Skater fuck other guys he brought home, and getting in on the action when his boyfriend allowed him to. He never felt offended by Skater’s lack of help with the housework, after all in their relationship, he was the house boyfriend, and Skater was the cool fun and free one.

“As for our confident friend in the sunglasses, his bird is now a body-building bull, with a missive cock to put ‘sunglasses’ in his place.”

And Mr Sunglasses found himself enthralled as his girlfriend started to grow big strong muscles. Her frame becoming more masculine. Her breasts grew into hard pecs, and suddenly the knowledge grew inside his thick skull that this stud wore the trousers in this relationship. Sunglasses fell around to his arse and his jeans felt uncomfortable. No wonder, as his butt was expanding into a popping bubble, ready to be taken by his muscle man’s massive meat. His bodybuilder boyfriend grabbed him like a rag doll and pushed him down to take all of his meat in his mouth. And Sunglasses knew that was his place in the relationship. The cheeky subserviant partner in their relationship.

“4 couples in a new and improved life. And the final 3 couples are now no longer couples but happy dumb muscle studs who love to expose their hot gym-built bods, and subject themselves to playful orgies with other guys. They are each hot men now and aren’t interested in meaningful relationships. It’s all about the sex for them now.”

The girls looked stunned at each other. Having witnessed one hot girl transformed into a wall of muscle, and seeing the other women turned gay, they could see the pattern emerging. But to become stupid shirtless studs forever. Losing their hot young female lives in place of sweaty stinky sex-obsessed stallions.

And the changes took place. Everything in each of the 6 young ones lives now changed. The former girlfriend of the skater and the 5 remaining students found their muscles firming up. Breasts were replaced with solid shelves of pecs, vaginas grew out into well-hung cocks and abs cobbled. The former girls were unrecognisable, and the guys were all so horny … for each other. Two started dancing around the pole, and the others started exploring the other guys bodies.

Each of Don’s words had became true. Each person became different, and their lives now had a different trajectory.

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Trace and his bud Charlie were getting increasingly uncomfortable. Everything was crazy as shit in here. All these transformations of ordinary people. Barmen becoming muscled bisexuals, a male bouncer turned into a slutty woman. The guy who was even making these straight lads tent in their crotches, and now these 14 partygoer couples had had their lives radically altered, with new bodies and new relationships. The worst thing was, they all seemed really happy with the changes.

“Trace said, I need a piss … safety in numbers?”

“But what about the gay shit he said about the WCs?” Charlie added

“That’s why we’re safer together. I won’t let you end up doing any faggy shit as long as you don’t let me either. It’s only a piss after all, what can happen.”

Charlie nodded and followed Trace.

They entered the room, and were disgusted to see a number of dudes making out, and even worse were the sounds from the cubicle.

They headed for a urinal and took out their respective members to piss. As they were, they looked around and saw the room was full of wall-length mirrors, which was odd because they hadn’t been here earlier.

Stood side by side, members in hand, they started to see their bodies shift and morph. Trace’s already muscular frame was packed with even more muscle. Charlie (now Chaz) found his height increased and many more pounds of pure muscle densely built around his solid bod. And then he looked at his bff.

Chaz said to Trace in his deeper bassy voice “You are one sexy fucker stud! I’m gonna’ take a quick selfie, but let’s move to that free wall there.”

And Trace looked at his gym bro and said “You know it, man.” And after the photo, they grabbed each other passionately and started making out and feeling their sculpted bodies.

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Don looked over at Jos, and said “Fucker, I'm gonna toy with you right now. It’s always fun when our MC shows off his incredible body. I love it that you’re always topless, you sexy hunk!”

And Jos' chuckled as his tight muscle tee dissolved without a trace, to the hollers of the room. Many of the straight guys, found that their mouths betrayed them as they longed for more.

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Jos smiled at Don’s new truth. He really did hate wearing anything that covered his hard gains and hot tatts. And he walked over to Don and said, “Man, I love your watch. I wish you’d give it to me”

And Don smiled, and said “Sure man, whatever my boyfriend wants.” He winked, as their new relationship solidified.

Don would now always look this hot and have this ability over people.

Jos shouted, “Who wants my boyfriend's old watch?” And every hand was in the air. He lobbed it and a young guy, probably a student, caught it.

Don said "I hope you enjoy my old watch stud. You’ll never have a serious relationship again, nor a place to fully call home. You now live with rich guys who keep you as their over muscled boi toy until they're ready for a new model."

And the lad of 22 who caught the watch and put it on, muscled out into a beast of a man. Hairless, and yet stacked with impossible muscle. His intelligence dissolved, and the stupid stud looked forward to finding his next Daddy to be looked after by.

Just then a skinny guy ran up on stage.

“Hey Jos and DJ Don. You guys make such a cute couple. Can you help me out. I’d love to become a sexy fantasy model, but I want to always be one. I don’t want to return to this skinny ass body ever again. I’ll do anything to make this happen”

DJ Don grinned at the crowd.

“Well, guys we’ve got a willing volunteer. What’s your name son?”

“It’s Greg”

“Well Greg we’ll help you if you help us. Ok guys, if you want to find out whether your straight friend is truly straight, I want you to tap them on the shoulder, and their body will bring them up here on stage.”

About 7 guys walked up on stage, having been identified either by their friends or by strangers who were desperate to find out their sexuality.

“Our willing volunteer is now called Dick Worthy, because he will become the sexual fantasy of anyone he walks really close to. This will weed out the true straight guys, from those with other interests

So Dick, I want you to walk up to each guy and give them a kiss on the cheek, and we’ll see what their sexual fantasy is with you”

The 7 guys looked seriously worried that their deepest darkest sexual fantasies were about to be revealed.

And as he walked up and kissed each guy, he transformed.

As Dick approached a skinny lad with a black shirt and light denim jeans, Dick grew jutting breasts as he stepped into the lad's personal space. Leather replaced all his clothing, and the tools of a dominatrix appeared in his hands. Don spoke out “You like being owned do you boy? Then let me tell you, you’re now into leather daddies instead man”.

The lad’s shock lasted moments as he watched his fantast woman beastify into a great muscle daddy. As he watched those slim arms expand with gargantuan muscle, his lust for his Daddy grew. Before long, he was begging his new muscle daddy to take his virgin boi hole right there in front of the crowd.

Dick brandished his cane and whipped the boi's butt before pushing him away and walking to his next victim.

When Dick became a sexy maid for a gym built guy in his late 20's, he went in for a kiss as Don said to the fantisiser, “You now love the idea of having a sexy man servant, butler and house boi. You're a man who loves to be served by other hunky men.”

And the guy couldn't deny he loved the idea of finding that perfect guy who'd be his house husband, or perhaps to collect some young jocks who love to serve slightly older guys. He wanted to realise his dream when Dick moved to the 3rd guy.

Dick almost leapt at this guy, a well-built young football hunk, probably a linebacker, and barely 20. As Dick kissed him, he felt his pecs balloon yet again into those of a particularly busty cheerleader, and the desire to let this football jock fuck her was insatiable.

As she fumbled to release the jocks cock and satisfy her primal urge to be bred by this young stud, she heard Don say “Man, you’re not into topping cheerleaders. You want to be topped by the quarterback”.

And Dick felt those perky breasts enlarge bigger, but this time they were firmer and he felt his core defined with deep-cut abs from the past 7 years of crunches and good eating.

The young stud knew Don was completely right. He'd always boned up over the guys on the team, but he'd longed to bottom for the quarterback for at least the past 3 years. Now his desire was to be fulfilled. Well, until Dick pushed him back from his advance as he turned to bloke number 4.

As Dick neared this healthy man in his early 30's, he prepared once again to experience the feel of his huge pecs softening into breasts. However, Dick turned into a familiar face to all the gay guys in the room.

“We have ourselves a closet case. Nice one man. Jake Burton is one sexy son of a bitch, and I want to reward a fellow gay man, such as yourself. But you like bigger-than-life guys from now on. In fact, let me give you a gift. When you meet a hunky guy you like, if he’s into you and you get physical, you can morph his muscles up to 15% more. How about that man?”

And Dick-Jake grew larger and larger before moving to the next guy who he kissed.

“And another closet case. I love it when we route you out. Channing Tatum’s hot and all, but you like your men shorter and stocky, with even more muscle packed in. Let me add that as long as you live 'out and proud' you'll have the ability to shrink hot dudes down, enlarging their muscles by 10lbs per cm of height”

And that’s exactly what happened to Channing.

More and more hot guys were being created, and the last two guys transformed into muscle-hungry cock suckers, who serviced the other 5. Dick would never live a normal life, but he didn’t need to. He could just walk close to any guy and become their fantasy for as long as he wanted. Once their money ran dry, he could leave for another hot sex-filled life.

As Derek left the party at 9.12 the next day, he was so pumped. He loved a good 12-hour fuck party. But it gave him pause for thought.

He didn’t think the company would do that to him. Firstly, send him to an all-male party, or let him get turned into a woman.

After all he’d now experienced being fucked by another man, but of course, he was still 100% straight, or so he thought.

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Life had continued, and Derek was still loving the thrill each night. But when he did sleep at home in his bed, or when he was taking a shower, his mind kept wondering to Todd. Todd was probably enjoying his new life as a sex-obsessed stud, pleasuring all the women in town with his incredible body, and insatiable endurance. The memories of being gay for a few hours probably didn’t bother him too much. Little did he know...

But Derek kept thinking about the way he’d got on top of the skinny late bloomer and fucked the less-than-average cock with his (well her) magnetic clit. The way he, as Erica, had seduced the straight lad and turned him into the permanently muscle-bound hunk was the hottest thing Derek had ever experienced. The thought that he had permanently changed the boy turned him on like nothing else. And the feeling of Todd’s new monster penis rubbing against the walls of Erica’s cunt made Derek hope he’d be turned into a woman again, just for the pleasure of a thick cock inside of him again. Every time he thought about a man’s member pleasuring him, he quickly reminded himself that it was only because of the amazing night with Todd and the other studs he created, and not because he was turning bi or gay.

That secret desire to be turned into a women for fucking hadn’t been fulfilled since Todd’s birthday. Loads more hen nights. Of course, while transformed, he performed exceptionally, taking on the persona of the desired stripper. But afterward, he didn’t feel satisfied, unlike that beautiful passion filled night.

Whether being turned into a photo shoot dream or a muscle daddy, nothing seemed to satisfy Derek anymore.

He was now getting into quite a gym routine, and after a few months of basically living there (aside from work and being a model), he’d transformed his physique from the flabby store manager, into a mid 30’s guy with a great bod.

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But tonight, things were going to change.

He walked up to the next door at 8.45pm, a tight muscle tee pulled over his bulging muscles. This late in the evening there were definitely other fantasy models already at the party, but he’d gotten used to it. It was fun seeing ordinary people’s wild fantasies in full swing. He gave the door a good knock.

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Earlier that evening the bachelor party started.

Jonny the Stag, had requested that there were no strippers tonight after their meal, for a quieter evening. But Rodney, his best man, had other plans.

Rodney had already experienced a fantasy model party, and even though there had been only 2 female models, he’d been blown away by the wishes. And he’d been thinking hard about how he could get exactly what he wanted out of this party.

He’d invited Jonny’s mates, and informed 3 of them of their part in the night’s proceedings. Jonny had no problem with guys who liked guys, but he was unaware that 4 of his closest pals were batting for the other team, and each found him particularly attractive.

At 7.50 Rodney had gathered everyone in Jonny’s lounge.

“Hey Rod, what’s the deal tonight then, some quiet drinks and bed?” Jonny said

“Hell no man, we’ve got some strippers coming, but they’re gonna be a special kind.”

“What the fuck Rod, I said NO STRIPPERS you dumb ass!” yelled Jonny

Rodney just smiled “You’ll love it as the night progresses. Basically when there’s a knock at the door every 15 minutes, one of us will make a wish into my phone. And then that wish will be granted in the form of the stripper”.

Of course, tonight was worth every dime of the $3000 which included the party-altering ability. Basically, wishes could affect the participants as well as the stripper.

He said “Tony, it’s your wish”

Tony spoke carefully and clearly “I wish everyone of us is attracted to this stripper, a true cock sucker to get us in the mood, a fine specimen of hard work in the gym, a super hunky gym rat”

And Rodney opened the door to find their guy

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Alex loved being transformed from his already cute self into a solid stud, ready to fuck all the women in the house.

And as the familiar transformation took place, he had no idea what the new desire was. A deep hunger for meat, but not to eat, to pleasure, to suck, to drain.

Alex stepped into the room of horrified guys.

The majority were straight, but not for much longer. They all found themselves attracted to this guy, and when he flashed that winning smile at each of them, and knelt before them, their fire hoses were ready to feed this man's thirst.

He got down on the Stag, Jonny, who started cursing out loud before experiencing the best blow job he’d ever received. He tried to hold it in, but within 5 or 6 minutes, he was emptying his ball sack down Alex’s muscular neck. Alex turned to the guy next to him, and then the next guy before there was another knock on the door

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Ed was another straight guy, but always well-dressed. His appearance was everything to him. He was new to fantasy models having only been transformed once. It had been a private appointment, and he had transformed into a very handsome man in his mid-40s, with an amazing body and an immaculate suit. He’d spent the evening wining and dining with a woman of a similar age, and after a night of sensual foreplay, only then had they taken their clothes off and got under the covers. He’d walked away from that experience with a hefty paycheck and an expectation that all appointments would be private, not having properly read much of the website, and assuming he’d been selected for the private gigs due to his charm and wit.

Little did he know…

—

Rodney smiled, as he said “Jed, it’s your turn to make a wish”

Unsurprisingly Rodney was choosing the gay guys to wish first to set the tone.

Jed spoke into the phone “I wish that this hairy stud would be an exhibitionist, always showing off his mountainous physique, and when he makes love to a man, he makes them permanently gay, except Jonny who will only be gay for the rest of the party”

The straight guys in the room gasped. They may have either had their cocks sucked, or were looking forward to their turn, but to think of forever only wanting men was unimaginable. What about tits and pussy. After all, that’s all they’d spent their lives lusting after.

Ed experienced something peculiar, as he opened the door, his clothes started disappearing, and his body grew to monstrous proportions. How could anyone think this was attractive? As he looked at the room of men, he was firstly staggered that he found them all attractive, and then his new persona kicked in.

He walked over to Jonny, who was helpless to resist, as he grabbed the Stag and made out with him. In front of everyone, his groomsmen, his best man an his other friends, Ed turned the Stag around and pushed his huge cock into the unwilling groom-to-be, popping his virgin cherry.

As Jonny felt Ed’s massive penis plunge into his small hole, he tried to protest as he felt it expanding painfully. “It was never meant for this” he thought initially before being overcome by immense pleasure, and he looked up, and realised just how sexy some of his mates were.

Very soon the Stag was mewing and fawning and moaning.

Ed was a pro with his meat, and pounded Jonny hard. Jonny found himself loving the feel of another man’s cock inside of his arse. And he abandoned himself to the moment, as his desires changed for the night.

Ed grunted and roughly said "You like being fucked, don't you straight boy?" And Jonny let a deep moan of agreement leave his lips.

"You want me to make you gay for the night, don't you!"

And Jonny nodded to the horror of his pals as they watched the debasing of their pal.

"Look at all your friends. Such good-looking men in the room. Imagine them fucking you. Imagine them gathering round you and spit-roasting you. Would you like that?"

The haze of emotion and the power of Ed was racing through Jonny, who felt like a helpless observer under the influence of this amazing hunk. Suddenly, Jonny now observed his buddies less as guys to hang out with and joke around with, but as sexual objects to be collected, to fuck and be fucked with.

It was nearing 8.30, and Rodney took his place near the door calling to Syd

“Syd, Syd…take your eyes off this dude fucking Jonny and get to the phone!”

“O yeah, I wish for a stud powerhouse of a potter, someone who can mould each of us permanently into sexy muscly hunks.”

One of the straight dudes called out “What the fuck is going on here, this is freaky shit. Guys changing before our eyes, the promise of being changed permamnently. I’m out of here.” And he marched toward the door. Ed pulled out suddenly from Jonny who whimpered at the loss of Ed’s power tool, and Ed grabbed the guy, pulled down his trousers down and shoved his cock into the guys unwilling hole. The straight man grabbed for anything he could and grasped at the only thing he could read on Ed, the fantasy model watch, which fell to the floor and disappeared under the sofa. But what started as unconsented penetration, quickly became everything the guy wanted as he now longed for this stud, and all other studs to take him forever. The other straight dudes in the room looked on in horror, realising there really was no escape

—

Dave approached the door, he didn’t care he was a chubby guy, he just loved being transformed for the bitches who'd hired him for the night. He was up for some fun. And he knocked on the door

—

As he stepped across the threshold, his studly younger form made all cocks thick poles again. (Some cocks having previously wilted a bit with the terror running through some of the straight dude's veins). He witnessed Ed grabbing the straight guy and ploughing his hole.

Syd spoke up, "Hey stud, you're my wish and I'd love you to start work on my main man Rick over here."

Rick looked at his friend with a gaze mixed with shock and betrayal, as Dave walked straight over to Syd’s straight friend Rick and got to work.

He took off Rick’s top and started massaging his chest, which started to expand under his skilled hands. He moved to his slim arms, massaging them into huge mounds, before working his way over his face, reshaping the guy's body forever. He put light pressure on his flat belly, forming beautiful abs which all guys would want to lick, and pushed his pants down followed by his boxer briefs.

As he toyed with Rick’s arse, it took the shape of two beautiful perfectly bubbled butt cheeks. He took hold of Rick’s cheeks and then plunged his hand into his virgin arse, making it ready to receive any size of cock (even though, at this point, Rick was still straight).

He took hold of the hot guys cock and commented “nice, a good 8 inches, but as a bottom boi you’re not gonna need it so big, and he shrank it to a nice 4 & ½ inched member, to Rick’s horror, before becoming euphoric with the pleasure of being transformed by the stud. And then Dave moved round the group.

---

Derek walked up to the next door at 8.45, a tight muscle tee pulled over his bulging muscles. This late in the evening there were definitely other fantasy models already at the party, but he’d gotten used to it. It was fun seeing ordinary people’s wild fantasies in full swing. “How many chicks would he be satisfying tonight?” he wondered. He gave the door a good knock.

---

Rodney called out, Hey Jonny, it’s your turn Stag. What do you wish for?

“I wish for a young sexy skater dude who will be the bitch to all of us tonight, starting with me”

What would his bride think if she ever found out. The guys had no idea that they would remember all of the evening’s events. Alex had gone to town on Jonny.

And Derek walked through the door.

He walked up to Jonny and the beats started pumping. He then started dancing around Jonny, and taking Jonny’s hands, guided them across his hot youthful body. Jonny couldn’t resist, and as Derek danced around him, he started grinding his bubbled butt against Jonny’s crotch, which was now bursting.

The young Derek was vaguely aware, in the back of his mind, that this was his first proper gay moment. He'd been Erica, the dominatrix woman the last time a man made love to him. And he found an overwhelming desire to have the Stag's cock buried deep in his arse.

Jonny was so turned on, he naturally tugged Derek's briefs down from around his perky bubble butt (a challenge in itself due to them being so tightly stretched over the beautiful glutes), and with one big tug he lined up his cock and plunged it into Derek.

For Jonny, the first time he'd fucked a man. For Derek, the first time he'd received a cock in his arse.

At that moment, Dave came over to have some fun.

As Jonny started thrusting into Derek, Dave grew Jonny’s back and filled it with permanent muscle. He grew his tri’s and bi’s, ballooned his pecs and packed on the muscle. He enlarged his butt of course, but the sexiest bit that made Jonny and Derek go wild, was when he grabbed hold of the base of Jonny’s hard rod, while he fucked Derek, and made it grow.

Bigger, stronger, thicker, meatier. Derek once again had the sensation of a man fucking him with a cock which was growing thicker and longer with each thrust. However, last time Derek as Erica had been in control of how thick and large his fucker would grow. Tonight, he was a passive sex toy in this scenario, and for some reason, he was loving the idea of that.

There was no way Jonny would fit his wedding suit, and explaining his transformation would be hell the next day - but that was tomorrow's problem and didn’t even cross his mind. He was loving how sexy this all was when Jed got in on the action. And then Dave moved to him.

Jed was gay, and looked after his body well, sculpting it himself in the gym. But Dave decided some natural skin tan would be better, making him Latino, along with giving him the accent – although he couldn’t teach him the language. He just grew everything of Jed, until the man was now a strapping young bodybuilder, ready to take any man close by and willing.

Jed loved Dave’s touch. He’d always loved another guy appreciating his muscles, but a guy who could shape him to his desires. He should have hated the idea, that his hours in the gym would be rewritten. But he was loving the lack of control.

And then Dave led him to a mirror to show him his handiwork. And Jed lost it with lust. He grabbed Dave by the neck, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, which of course opened, and Dave accepted Jed’s tongue. While Jed was making out with Dave, Dave decided to change a few more things.

He elongated Jed’s tongue and gave him the ability to be an incredible kisser. He reached his own tongue into Jed’s mouth and made it larger. He stretched his own tongue and made his way down Jed’s throat to sort out his gagging reflex. With that removed, he also thickened Jed’s neck, while making more space inside it. While enjoying this mouth love-making session, he also grabbed onto Jed’s glutes and plumped his arse out. Jed was now an imposing specimen. A true man in every sense of the word. But he was also a passionate love maker, both topping sensationally and being the bottom to some studs and an insatiable cock sucker to others.

And the party lasted until 8am in the morning.

---

Alex went home thinking about his first gay encounters. Being a cocksucker was now a disgusting thought, but he’d relished it for 12 hours, sucking every guy in the room, including the other models.

Dave left feeling strange. He’d permanently changed a whole load of guys. Improved them, for sure, but they could never return to their lives exactly the same. And when he thought about Jonny explaining to his future Mrs, well it played on his mind for the next few weeks. Although, that didn’t stop him continuing his night job.

Ed started to regain his old memories, while keeping his new persona. Having lost the watch, he had no chance of returning to life as he knew it. Part of him was disgusted by the way he looked. He still liked being the sophisticated Towny, but that was not a possibility anymore with the body of a hairy behemoth. And he was now permanently gay too, and of course any guy he got with would also be gay. That wasn’t too problematic, as most guys who he met at bars were gay, but there were a good few sexually curious guys who he would end up changing.

Rodney was delighted with the evening. He’d made love to his best mate as a gay stud before he went on to his straight married life, all be it as a wall of walking muscle. He’d also managed to hook up with every one of his closest friends and changed a few of Jonny's other bros too. Not to mention the physical transformation he'd experienced. Now they were all gay, all muscular, all sex obsessed and loving every minute of it. Which meant plenty of sex for the rest of his life.

Guys, for the previous parts and full series, check out my story bank on GayKinkyStories.com

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Derek had now been on many wild rides as a fantasy model, and he was ok with the fact that it had changed him.

His gym regime was now religious, at least 2 hours every day, with more where he could spare it. He’d gone from a fat-friendly lump, to an image-obsessed jock in a very short time after changing every part of his diet and lifestyle.

I’m sure you’d agree he’s made great improvements.

Derek was now experiencing the same looks from others, that he enjoyed as a transformed model outside of work as a fantasy model, when he was at work, managing his outward-bound store. His colleagues were perplexed and strangely turned on by the average Joe's personal transformation.

But he still craved the thrills and experiences of each fantasy model encounter.

However, along with his physical transformation, came an unexpected change. He was now pumped with testosterone at brand-new levels, and his libido had shot through the roof. And due to the amount of new sexual experiences he was having, he found himself wanking off to images of sexy hot girls on their knees before the stud, but also his arse felt a need of being given over to manlier men than he. These new desires seemed to excite him even more and were becoming more frequent with every gay encounter. He couldn't think of himself as straight anymore. Perhaps squarely bi-sexual?

But tonight was a different kind of night. This was a special gift from the 'Fantasy Models' company, for his commitment to his new job.

Tonight he found himself in the hottest night club in the city.

Dressed in a shirt which showed every popping muscle in his body, with his hair styled perfectly, and the effect made him look like he was in his late 20s, not early 30s.

He sauntered up to the entrance, ready for the very first, ‘fantasy models on tour’ show. Billed to be an extra special evening apparently, and he was gutted he hadn’t been chosen to be in tonight’s performance. But hey, it was nice to get in free with the e-ticket which had pinged to his phone due to his moonlight job.

As he passed the bouncer at the door, he noticed the bouncer had a familiar watch on his wrist, but he thought nothing of it.

As he approached the bar, he noticed the barman had the same watch on his wrist, and he wondered why they had a watch on each and assumed they must be in on the events planned for the evening.

The place was packed out. Loads of guys and girls here for some fun. The ability to wish for personalised strippers was alluring. But the special thing about tonight was that there would be so many strippers, and so much time to play, with the club being open till 8am. This was not a night to be missed.

After flirting with some of the birds who came to give his muscles a good squeeze, and whispering dirty things they wanted to do to him in his ear, Derek took another sip of his beer as the DJ brought the beats down and a great-looking guy walked on stage. He was obviously a dedicated bodybuilder and he had such presence on stage.

“ Yo, yo, yo…You sons and daughters of bitches. Here we are tonight for our first-ever fantasy models on tour. You guys are so in for a treat.

"My name is Jos, and I’m your host.

"How does this fantasy model thing work? Well, each model has a watch which scans their DNA and when a wish is made into this phone, the selected person gets turned into the fantasy of our wisher.

"However, tonight there’s a little extra. When our models are hired out, there is only one wish per model. Some clever wishers make very long detailed wishes, which do the trick, but once that wish is made that’s it, no more wishes.

"NOT so tonight. We can re-select our targets as we go, as long as no watches are mislaid, which would be unfortunate. Y'a see, once our time is up tonight, the watches will return their transformed owner back as they are now. No one wearing a watch can remove 'em, …(although others can).

"So for the safety of our staff and team, it is essential, and I mean vital, that these watches don’t get removed from their owner's wrists, otherwise, the transformations will be made permeant by tomorrow morning if the right watches aren’t returned to their owners. It would leave them walking wet dreams, and we can't have that can we.”

He winked at the crowd who immediately got excited at the prospect of leaving the transformed, permanently transfigured.

“So let’s get started by playin' with some of our unsuspecting staff. Notice how the barmen and women are all still servin' drinks, and haven’t noticed we’ve started? Well, that’s because the watches are blankin' all this out for them. Let’s get three of 'em up on our screen”

The live footage of each of the barmen displayed on the massive screen above the charismatic hunk.

He briefly looked up at the screen and then back to the audience.

“Joe, Mark and Patrick. Each with a watch on one of their arms and each unknowin'ly, ready to be transformed. If anyone has any ideas on how they’d like these guys changed, whether individual changes or tweaks to all of 'em at once, just run up here and I’ll take a wish from the first 5 of you.”

There was a pause from the crowd, and then a good 15 people started pushing their way to the front.

The first girl to the front said “What’s with Joe’s clothes? They can go, in fact…I wish they were all topless”

And the crowd gasped as the three guy's clothes dissolved before their eyes. The odd thing was that the guys didn’t seem to notice or care that they were now showing off their torsos while pouring drinks and making cocktails.

Jos’s voice boomed across the room “So that's our first wish, and y'a can see I meant what I said. Of course, they don’t notice a thing. They’re goin' to think everything is normal. Yeah, they’re aware that they’re now topless, they just think that’s completely normal for 'em in this place. Let’s have the next wish”

Another girl, “Mark obviously works out, and Patrick obviously used to, but I’m not sure Joe has ever seen the inside of a gym, so I wish that they were all packing big muscles all over.”

And the crowd watched with many stunned expressions as they witnessed each guy’s body start to morph. Their biceps expanding, their chests filling out to become firm pectorals, deep cut abs and thicker necks too. These guys obviously spent hours in the gym. And Derek was catching on to why he was a guest tonight and not a participant. None of the usual models were being used tonight. This was on the unsuspecting staff, at least for now it was.

The next wisher stepped up, “Wow, what hotties, but I bet they’d never look at us gay guys like they do the girls, I wish they were each bisexual”

Of course, it wasn’t a wish which could be easily spotted on camera, although Joe was pouring a drink for a particularly handsome guy now, and it certainly looked like his face was redder than before, …but perhaps that was just the lighting and the screen.

The next girl spoke into the mic “I wish that each of them was always flirtatious, always friendly and always up for some fun”

Each of the guys became visibly more gregarious. Patrick’s charm was glowing through the screen, as he chatted up the straight couple he was serving. Reaching over the bar, he ran his hands down the arms of the hot guy and his girl, squeezing the guy's built bicep as his hand passed down it. And there was a glint in each of the barmen's eyes, a longing to take their conversations to another level, no matter the gender of the customer, or how many might engage in their ‘fun’.

The last guy walked up and said “I don’t know if this is allowed, but I wish that Joe was black, Mark was a surfer and Patrick was even more Irish”

Jos smirked loudly, and said “that sounds like 3 wishes in one but… hell yeah, we’ll grant your combined wish”

And each of the guys were transformed again.

Each man now oozed with confidence and sexuality, and a need to fill their new deep hunger.

Within the next 30 minutes, each man had had their watch removed by sneaky members of the crowd, their former straight lives would be forever changed unless the watches were returned before the next morning.

“Well, that was fun, right? Who shall we choose next? How about some of the bouncers.”

And their live footage appeared on the screen.

“Did any of these guys give any of y'a a hard time tonight?” Jos called through the mic

And loads of hands went up.

“Ok, this time I’m gonna ask you to wave your hands if you want anyone of these guys changed, and once I’ve picked you, you can come up and make your wish. We’ll see where these wishes get to, so I haven’t decided how many we’ll take”

The hands waved in the air, and Jos called one girl up.

“That Ed thinks he’s got every right to leer at women and made me give him my number to get in here tonight. He just liked the look of these, (she waved her sizeable bosom at the audience) and wanted to get into my pants. So I wish Ed got to feel what it’s like to be a hot girl, with massive tits, and having passes made at her all night, and that she’ll end up being fucked by 5 hard-cocked studs like the slut she now is, and I wish he... I mean her would be aware of every change happening to her, feeling every pleasure while being sickened in her male soul by what she’s allowing and wanting to happen to her.”

Jos added “and breath. Wow, that guy's really gonna get what’s comin’ to him right? That was a pretty intense wish.”

And they watched as Ed’s big frame shrank down, while his pecs pushed out into a massive pair of tits. He’d just been harassing a hot girl who was waiting to be let in when the transformation had started. He didn’t know what was happening to him and didn’t know what to do. He grunted, “O fuck, O fuck” in his deep voice. But the more he shouted, the higher the pitch got. His black hair grew blonde and out to below his boobs. His gut sucked into a skinny feminine set of abs, and his arms thinned out to some nicely toned female arms. The worst part was when he felt his fat cock twitch, he sensed something very alarming and like nothing else he’d experienced before. His thick member shrank back into his body, inverting and creating a deep hungry vagina. His cries turned, to his horror, from “o fuck, o fuck,” to “O fuck me, O fuck me”.

He ran from the shocked queue into the bar screaming it at the top of his lungs, and Patrick apologised to his customers and ran to see if there was anything he could do to help this poor young hot w.

Now that Ed was out of the way, the line at his post almost stampeded into the club, and about another 100 people joined the already large crowd.

Jos noticed the new additions to the crowd and quickly explained.

“Welcome to y'all, you who have no doubt just witnessed somethin' weird happen to that prick of a bouncer. We transformed him with some wishes a moment ago, and now the sexy whore is seeking out some muscle to fill her wet hole. We’re about to have the next wish, so you’ll get the idea as we continue.”

He chose another waving hand

“Yeah, you, come on up, what’s your wish?”

She said “Chad was really sweet to us, and got rid of some jerks who were giving us a hard time. I wish that Chad was a hot sexy leather stripper, a mountain of hairless muscle, for all of us to enjoy tonight, and yes guys, I mean he’s so attractive you’re all gonna get hard watching him”. She gave her friend's boyfriend an evil look. The malice for the douchebag was clear to all.

Jos smiled, this was the first crowd altering wish, but it wouldn’t be the last.

Chad was confused as his legs started leading him away from his post, into the club and toward the stage. The 70 people waiting at his entrance obviously took the opportunity and followed him in. As the camera panned across the room, following him, everyone witnessed his frame get even broader, his powerful pecs bursting through his shirt which transformed into a leather jacket.

His massive frame now pushing through the crowds and loving the feel of all the hands touching his now hairless and massive chest, biceps, triceps and well…everything. A few straight guys were among the hands which squeezed his incredible arse, and many mouths watered, just thinking of licking the sweat off his chiselled body. The Leather stud came up on stage and Jos let him give a bit of a show for a few minutes, before sending him off into the middle of the crowd to entertain while the wishes continued.

The douchebag boyfriend was among the very confused straight guys, who found themselves completely enraptured by this man who was truly more than human. His face betrayed his inner conflict. He was straight and had a girlfriend, but he really wanted to taste that hunk of manliness.

Jos picked a guy out from the crowd who said

“Man, this is a crazy ass situation with these wishes comin’ true, I couldn’t believe it, but it’s obviously working. Jeza was a complete dick to my friend on our way in tonight. I’m not gay, but he could tell my pal is, and he gave him a hard time for it. He called him weak and uncommitted to life for never having worked out in a gym while poking him in the side. So I wish that Jeza would come and give my friend Conner a passionate kiss which would transfer all of his years of hard-earned muscles over to Conner, and help Conner get lucky tonight and that Jeza’d be a skinny cocksucker now, having a load of gay experiences right here tonight.”

And then Jeza was on the move. He was a man on a mission, not that he knew what the mission was yet. He pushed his way forcefully through the crowd, again followed by the remaining 50 people waiting at his entrance. (Many had seen the other queues disappear and had skipped over to the now unmanned entrances. The fire regs completely shattered tonight, and the crowd was heaving.

Jeza walked confidently (or so it looked) to find Conner and he grabbed him violently by the arm and then froze. His mouth puckered, but his eyes looked disgusted. He smacked his lips onto Conner’s and extended his tongue into Conner’s mouth and as he explored his mouth, he felt a strange sensation, as if his tongue was transferring something into Conner. As their tongues connected, Jeza's tongue pulsed as his years of muscle inflated it before contracting as the muscle flowed into Conner's tongue which grew with the same muscle before distributing it across Conner's body.

Jeza's muscles started declining in size, and his powerful chest shrunk, along with his arms, his cut abs, his thighs, and even his meaty cock. His height diminished and in the place of Jeza the bouncer was skinny Jeremey.

Jeremy looked around from his lower vista and found his eyes jumping from strong man to strong man, and his new desire for cock established in the formerly straight man. He couldn't deny that at this very moment, he felt he needed a stranger's cock in his mouth. The idea of being used by other men started growing his small cock very hard, and he was both humiliated by the eye of everyone in this room trained on him, while also aroused by all the attention.

Conner, now Con, kept growing in stature and strength as Jeza's hard muscles solidified and settled on their new master. The power now running through his massive body was immense, and he knew he looked good. He noticed a new Tattoo on his huge right arm, not able at the moment to wonder if that had been Jeza's Tatt or a cheeky addition to the wishing phone by Jos'.

Jeza had been a great kisser, and he wondered about demanding him to get to work on his cock, when he saw his friend come over to admire the results of his wish.

Con was filled with a new love for his pal, who’d stuck his neck out and given him this amazing gift. And he grabbed his mate, brought him in for a bro hug and then gave him the snog of his life. The friend started to wrestle him away, but in a few moments he was now completely at ease, making out with his best friend, in fact, he was thinking they should become boyfriends, and maybe tonight was the night to seal the deal.

Jos loved seeing a less carefully worded wish, and was pleased to ensure that Con’s friend had inadvertently allowed Conner the ability to turn one person into his lover. As neither of them had any watches, there was no turning back now. Con was now forever a stud and him and his now boyfriend were both 100% gay and into each other. Even if Jeremey kept his watch all night and became Jeza once more, he didn't, Con was now in permanent residence.

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Of course, while all of this was going on, Eda was enjoying all 9 inches of Patrick’s incredible tool. The wish regarding her ensured that the first 5 men to fuck her would be well-endowed big studs. Patrick had already gained the muscle but enjoyed the feeling of his cock growing to 9 full inches of power and pleasure. Thick, long and hard, deep inside her cavern. He was grunting with pleasure, and she kept watching his hard sweaty muscles move across her body. Eda was climaxing every few seconds, as Patrick skilfully pleasured the slut. He just needed to get his rocks off, and this screaming whore gave him the perfect excuse. Of course, Ed both loved and hated every moment of this encounter.

Joe and Mark continued to serve people at the bar, and the other bar staff who were as yet untransformed also seemed to expect these studs to be topless and overly flirtatious. Jos had specifically chosen the less studly bar staff to transform first, which meant that whether they were straight or not, the already gym-built stud barmen now expected to have their arses squeezed, or nipples pinched by these two guys. Similarly, the hot barmaids had no problem with them feeling them up either as they passed each other while making drinks.

While there had been other security guards, after watching their colleagues transform before their eyes, they’d spotted the watches blinking at the moment of their workmate's transformations. They hadn't got the same inhibitors to their perception as the bar staff, and tried to remove the watches themselves. When that failed, they asked for help from other customers waiting to get in, on the promise that they'd let them in if they took the watch off and wore it instead of them. Four of the bouncers managed to escape this way.

On Friday morning, his phone pinged, “Will you accept a party this evening, 9.15pm?” Out of habit he just clicked yes. He’d cleared every evening for this and hated the few evenings where he wasn’t asked to be a fantasy model. Why did he love it? It wasn’t really about the money. It was about the thrill of becoming someone else’s fantasy, becoming their desire.

In fact, he loved having a muscular body so much that he’d started training at the gym (before work) and was making good progress in losing his extra weight.

At 9.13pm he walked up to the door. He knew he couldn’t knock early but he liked being ready. It sounded rather rowdy inside, and there were a good few guys on the other side of the door. He was the 9.15 model and so there would likely be other models already inside. “That must be it,” he thought as he knocked on the door. The company knew he was straight, so they’d never send him to a guy's party right?

---

Inside, Uncle Burt shouted “Hey Todd, it’s finally the birthday boys turn. You’ve seen these other bitches around, and all that their prepared to do for us tonight. What babe do you wish for? Burt had spared no expense on this party. His nephew was turning 21 and had had a rough life so far, what with his good for nothing alcoholic of a Father and his poverty-stricken Mother. Uncle Burt had taken Todd under his wing and wanted to give him the best future possible. As well as the best fun money could buy. He’d just clicked on the ultimate party option, without fully reading it. $3,000 was a small price to pay to make Todd's night.

6 models sounded great; he didn’t care about what else came with it.

Burt didn't know that Todd has found solace in retreating to a rather kinky part of the web, involving girls with magic transforming their sexy lovers, and he'd always wanted to be well endowed with strong muscles. He'd watched other women enter the room with big breasts, and cheerleader outfits, and one guy had wished for a super muscular chick and got her. It was his wish, so why not wish what he'd been dreaming about for the last few years.

Todd said into the phone “I wish for the hottest woman in the room, a dominatrix, who will permanently turn her lovers into giant cocked studs”

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Outside, Derek was smirking, waiting for the transformation to begin looking forward to becoming another self-obsessed arrogant son of a bitch for the night when he felt it start.

He felt the remaining flab melt away into a thin frame, and his moobs start to reshape as he liked. Although they were pushing through his top, bigger and bigger. His chest looked really full – “she must be into men with massive pecs” he thought. And he noticed his arms weren’t inflating in the way he so enjoyed.

“Perhaps this girl is into young skinny dudes,” he thought to himself, noticing his smoothing hairless skin. And then he caught something out of the corner of his eye – was that his hair? Long, thick locks flowed down his back, and then his top changed and formed into a very revealing outfit, tight around his firm breasts. Wait…what! He had breasts. He looked down as he saw the leather form around his average cock, but then it shocked him. His cock was shrinking. It was like it was returning to his balls, but then they were disappearing too. Now hairless and minuscule, until he felt it disappear inside of him and then starts to grow inwardly. Not as a thick piece of meat outside of his body, but as a hungry chasm between his legs. His, now her, personality completely transformed into a sexy seductress, a mistress of pain and pleasure, ready to conquer all men in her path.

And Erica stepped forward into the house of lustful guys. She set her eyes on her prize, a skinny guy of 21 who dressed like a college lad trying to be cool, but she would change that…permanently. She approached him, whip within her teeth and then stroked him with it.

“Off with that, and sit” she gestured to his top, and he quickly obeyed, taking a seat She then ran her whip down his young front. First between his flat pecs and toward his belly button, before arriving at his crotch suggestively.

She commanded him to remove them too. She then started to caress his scalp, while rubbing her breasts into his face. She tugged his thick head of hair tightly and commanded him to worship her.

He began kissing her body, giving her his full adoration. The room just watched as the star boy was seduced and tamed by the most beautiful woman they’d ever seen. The other guys receiving lap dances from previous models now turned their attention to her and boned up. After a few minutes, she decided it was time to make a man out of this boy and stripped him naked. His skinny form for all to see. She slowly removed all her clothes, finally revealing her deep and hungry cavern.

“I want a man to fuck me.” She said to him, and then she turned to the room and said again “I want a man to fuck me”. The guys were on their feet. They didn’t care if it was Todd’s birthday, they all wanted to take her deep and take her hard. But she knew who she was starting with. She commanded him “I want a man to fuck me, are you a man?”

And he squeaked out “yes maam”

“I’m not maam, I’m mistress” She hollered

“Yes mistress” he said in the deepest voice his young vocal cords could muster.

"You look like a boy to me, not a man!" She barked at young Todd. "A skinny boy. Where's the muscle of a man? Where's the commanding attitude. I need a man not a boy. I can make you into a man, but you'll never be a boy again. Do you consent boy?"

Erica looked Todd in the eyes and saw a depraved mind behind those youthful eyes. As he locked his gaze, he knew this was his moment. He gulped, and attempted his deepest voice.

"Yes mistress, make me a man. Make me a big man, a man who will dominate you, a man who women desire."

And he stepped forward, as she grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. With a skilful jump, she was on his raging young cock, all 5 inches of it and Todd thrust as deep as he could.

It was his first real sexual encounter, and it felt good. He had no idea how bad he was, but then he found an inner strength building. He didn’t feel his skinny abdominal form into cobbled abs, or his toothpick arms, grow 50 lbs of beef. But she could see the work of her labor. The skinny lad was becoming a man, and she relished the feeling of his 5-inch pecker growing with each thrust, going deeper and deeper, and filling her more and more. Harder and stronger, the stud now knew how to pleasure a woman. He fucked her like the pro he was, like the player he was permanently to be.

Erica in reality had never experienced a cock fuck herself before. Todd’s big monster was now thick inside of her, making her create juices to lube its passage deep into her deepest corners. She was ecstatic. Experiencing multiple orgasms for the first time, she started to scream. She continued to yell directions to the stud, and he willingly obeyed, finding the deepest pleasure he’d experienced this far in his 21 years.

She grew his cock to 12 inches long, with a 5 inch girth. Now he would make any women beg for more, once he’d ploughed their hole. She kept some of his boyish features in his face, but nowhere else.

As he climaxed, he knew this was his purpose, to work out hard, play hard and fuck hard. College didn't matter that much, a decent job didn't really matter. His life would now revolve around hot sex with the hottest women. He would work hard to get rich, get a great sports car, and all the usual trappings obnoxious players collect for their arsenal of woman-baiting. But all of that was with one goal. Sex, and plenty of it.

She turned her sights on the other guys and said “ok boys, who’s next” And she worked her way through the party.

Turning Todd’s other friends, from average nobodies into studly somebodies, all with a passion to work out hard, play hard and fuck hard.

And by the end of the evening, there was not one skinny or flabby man left in that household. Just a horny group of mostly young men, who were released on the town, to fulfil the sexual desires of all the women around. 2 other fantasy models had arrived, and one of them was a hunky man. Erica’s magic didn’t change anyone’s orientation.

So when she seduced one of Todd's closeted gay pals into a stud and he was given the next wish, he decided to make his wish come true.

Speaking into Burt’s phone he said

“I wish that the next stud would be a sexy body builder, able to turn anyone’s orientation for the rest of the night, but when he fucks Uncle Burt, Burt would become my gay muscle Daddy permanently, that the transformation would fill him with studly mature muscle, a nice dusting of fur on his chest, a caring heart for me as his cub and a desire to provide for me for the rest of our lives”

Burt looked speechless. He’d always been straight. Yes, his marriage had ended, and he hadn’t got a love life to speak of, but this was another thing all together.

As the new hunky model strode in, he made his move on the young guys around him. Kissing them.

Filling their thick necks with his impossible tongue, and each of them now longed for each other. He then guided the first two he’d kissed into a passionate embrace.

He made his way around the room, kissing more of the hot guys and drawing them into new temporary relationship's.

Two of the new gay hunks made their way to the shower to enjoy the night of gayety, and then turned to Burt who gulped.

He tried to resist this man but found him so attractive. He made out with the guy, and the guy felt up his body and pulled down the tight-fitting boxers around Burt’s now-muscled rump.

And then Burt was penetrated for the first time. He had his virgin cherry taken hard by the stud, and as the stud’s fingers moved up and down his body, new muscles bulged, and his shaved chest grew a dusting of chest hair with plenty for Todd’s friend to enjoy. He seemed to lose 20 years rolling him back to his early 40s. Then came his permeant change to becoming the cub's Daddy. His personality tweaked, to show the love he had for Todd to this other lad too, but in this case a lust-filled relationship. He would never let his nephew nor his cub down and would provide for all their needs. He had no problem if they wanted to fuck from time to time, although somewhere in the back of his head he knew Todd wouldn’t be gay past the night.

---

As Derek left the party at 9.12 the next day, he was so pumped. He loved a good 12-hour fuck party. Another $1,200 in the bank, but he'd enjoyed the night more for the experience than the money.

But it gave him pause for thought. He didn’t think the company would do that to him. Firstly, send him to an all-male party, or let him get turned into a woman. After all he’d now experienced being fucked by another man, but he was 100% straight, or so he had always thought. He still got hard thinking about Todd particularly.

---

Todd woke up in the arms of his best friend, who was now a well endowed hunk like him. Todd remembered the fuck fest of last night, being turned into a hot stud by Erica, before being turned gay for the night by a fine hunk he couldn't resist.

His best friend had grabbed him after his conversion, and the two had spent the rest of the night fucking each other. Even though he was straight, Todd couldn't find the will power to pull himself away from his pal, and as he lay there in those big arms, he realised he'd never been this close to another human being.

His mate opened his eyes and smiled at Todd. "Hey bro, that was one hell of a party. I know we're not gay or anything but this is really great snuggling up to you and all. D'ya mind if we stay here a bit longer before getting up and being straight bros again?"

Todd found himself smiling back, looking into his bud's deep brown eyes and said "It's ok man, I like this to. I didn't think I would. And…" something seemed to be alive between them and then he realised "and it looks like someone is wanting some extra fun this morning." and with that he winked at his mate, grasping his bud's monster and instinctively dove under the covers to use his new found skills from the night before.

Derek, a hard-working outward-bound enthusiast, was looking for that 'little extra' to bring his life meaning. He'd been working in this field for over 15 years and had hit a rut. With no girlfriend, and still a small apartment, he didn't feel his life was particularly outstanding, and he desired a reason to continue getting up in the morning.

Then Derek over-heard some guys in his store talk about this cool new casual job which required no previous work experience, skills or references. Just a willingness to have some fun. And the best thing, it could be an extra to someone's main job.

One evening, he googled ‘Fantasy Models’ and found their site. It boasted on their webpage

“Want to liven up your party? Whether it’s a Hen or stag do, a birthday or graduation celebration. Why not make your guests wishes come true by hiring a few of our exclusive models. The difference with our service is that you pay per wish. Using the latest science, we can transform our models into your specific fantasy. Just make a wish, and your model fulfils you’re desires. Click here to book your model today”

Derek looked at the page, intrigued and confused at the same time. How could this be real? What sort of technology could they use to transform a person? He looked at the tabs at the top of the page and clicked on “How it works”

He read “Using the latest nano DNA modification technology, our models each wear a very special watch. The watch is then linked to the client's account using an app on their phone. The model arrives as requested at a specific location at a prearranged time, and as the client hears the knock at the door, they make their wish into their phone and it is answered. For example. Say a hen party hired the service and wished for a handsome muscular fireman to dance for them all, our watch would transform our model on their doorstep into that fantasy, and the hen party would have their desired attractive fireman to join their party. Or perhaps something for a guy's 21st birthday party. Say he wishes for a busty brunette to give him a strip tease and a lap dance, our classy model on his doorstep would transform into his desire. Clients can be as specific with their wishes as they like. Once the wish has been made, the model is transformed according to the client's wishes.”

Derek was stunned by what he was reading. The concept was great and got him excited, but it had to be a prank. He clicked on prices.

“The basic package includes two wishes for two models and lasts for 3 hours at $1,000. It is then a further $500 for each additional wish and model. An extra $400 can be added for our “party modifier” to extend the reach of the watch to the party themselves, meaning that wishes would be able to alter the model in ways which would in consequence alter the members of the party as well. The transformations last for the desired rates, and all those transformed by the watch will be returned to normal at the end of the session*. Additional hours can be added for a rate of $250 dollars an hour per model. However, our ultimate party pack can be purchased for $4,000 and includes

6 wishes and models

6 hours

With the party modifier *

In small print at the bottom, it read *unless the word permanent is used, in which case it will be irreversible for all except the bearer of the watch

Derek was getting hard just thinking of using this service, although his pocket could never stretch that far. But imagine being one of those models. Spending your evenings being transformed into a fantasy stripper of your client's wish.

He looked at the site's banner and imagined becoming one of those men to drive women crazy.

He looked at the remaining tabs and found the one he desperately wanted. “Wanting to earn good money for lots of fun? We’re looking for new models who are adventurous and up for new experiences.

Experience

Nil

Previous work experience

Nil

Fitness and medical

Nil

Requirements

A willingness to allow yourself to become someone else’s fantasy for up to 12 hours

Punctuality – you cannot ever be late (or early) to a party

You must wear our Fantasy model watch at all times throughout the party*.

Pay

$300 for the first 3 hours, $100 for every additional hour

Please email [email protected] to register your interest and we’ll be in touch shortly"

Again, a footnote in small print was overlooked by Derek. "*if a watch is lost during the fantasy experience and is not returned to the bearer by the end of the session, the effects will be permanent to the model"

Derek found himself compelled to click the email link, not reading any of the fine print and pinged a quick email “Hi, my name’s Derek and I want to be a fantasy model. How do I apply and what’s the application process? Thanks. Derek Hardy” He sat back.

That wasn’t a brilliant email, but hopefully, he’d get a response in a week or so with some more details. He wondered whether he’d need to go for an interview. “Oh fuck!” He thought. “It’s a modelling job, and I’m not in shape”. While Derek had been on the football team at college, a few years working as manager of the outward-bound store had left him a bit flabby around the middle, in part down to a lack of a disciplined gym routine and a diet of ready meals. He trained people for the outdoors but didn't spend enough time out there himself. His face wasn’t much to look at either, but he thought he had nothing to lose. His laptop pinged.

“Thanks for your email Derek. Your hired! Please download the fantasy model app and register yourself. As soon as that’s done, we’ll send you your watch by private courier. Once you’ve received it please link up your digital calendar so we can offer you your first job. Please read the T’s & C’s and don’t forget. You must not be early or late. Be at the door exactly when the app clock hits the prearranged time, with your watch and enjoy the ride.”

Derek sat a gasp. What had just happened? He now had a job on the side. And a stripper job no less. He’d now be a store manager by day and a fantasy model by night. Awesome! He immediately downloaded the app, registered his details and went to bed with his head buzzing with questions.

---

The next morning, he got up and while he eating his breakfast there was a knock on the door. A delivery woman was there, with a package. Derek could feel the chill in the air and enjoyed the sight of this sexy girls’ perky breasts. Her nipples were showing hard through her thin bra and clinging top. He signed for the package and as she left, he watched her beautiful arse waltz away around the corner of the flat’s corridor. If he’d had more confidence, he might have invited her in. He imagined what she looked like naked, feeling up his flabby body, and decided she could never be interested in him.

He snapped himself out of his lusty gaze and tore open the package to discover the watch he’d been waiting for. “Here damn fast,” he thought “must be short on models to send it out so prompt” He put it on and his phone beeped at him. The fantasy boy app had recognised the watches’ presence and now displayed the word ‘scanning’. As he looked at his phone, he noticed something forming in the background. It was human form and it was familiar; it was…him. “Fuck, what is this thing!” He exclaimed. Wondering whether he should take it off or not, he then thought, “Of course, it has to scan me, if it’s gonna' change my DNA for a few hours.” His phone beeped again. “Scan complete, please link your digital calendar for your availability”. Derek got to work linking his calendar app to his new jobs app. He considered how much access this app now had to his life. It could read his entire schedule, and even alter his physical reality. He knew he should have been more concerned than he was, but he wasn’t the most social creature, nor a particularly liked guy, in fact, that was one of the things which attracted him to this casual job. This would be the spice he needed in his life.

Within seconds it pinged with an invitation to a party that evening. And he accepted instantly. “Man this is gonna be fun” He thought, and he packed his bag and headed out to work.”

---

The day had dragged on, as all he could think about was the party tonight. What exactly was going to happen, he had no idea. How was he going to be transformed, and what into? He thought about being that fireman in the example, handsome and muscular and sexy as hell. Yeah – that would be nice. He’d pulled on his fleece over his grey tee and headed for his car. It was 8.30 pm exactly when he knocked on the door, his heart pounding with anticipation, and expectation, ready to start his first adventure.

---

Inside the house, Tina, the maid of honour called everyone to be quiet, her phone held out to Jess, another bridesmaid, and she said “I wish for a well-muscled, buff cow-boy, who’d dance the night away with all of us, and allow us to do whatever we want with him”

---

Outside the house Derek felt odd. It felt like his Belly was melting away, which in fact it was. It felt like his pecs were getting firm and hard, packed with muscles which of course they were. His neck thickened, and his chin became chiselled. The fat in his arms seemed to pull in and then grow out into strong biceps. His fleece started dissolving and he grabbed at his tee-shirt which was shrinking and became a white cowboy’s hat. That was his first clue, before Derek’s personality started to change. He was no longer an outward-bound store manager, but a hard-working sexy cowboy, who spent his days on the ranch, and his evenings entertaining the ladies. After all, that was why he existed, to fulfil their needs and their desires.

As he walked into the room, the girls shrieked with glee at the site of him. He saw all these hot girls and gave a nod to the hot biker stud in the corner who gave him a nod before continuing making out with the chick in the corner – another fantasy model no doubt.

The first couple of hours he spent dancing and teasing the women in the group. He had no worries about the way the women squeezed his hot muscles, after all that’s why he had muscles right!

His watch buzzed, notifying him that the hen leader had added an extra 3 hours to his time in the house, which he was fine with as it doubled his money for the night.

When he was invited into a bedroom a little later, he went willingly, and he slept with at least 4 of the party that night. At 2.20am he said his goodbyes and left the party. The door closed behind him exactly on 2.30am and his firm muscular biceps flabbed out, his cobbled abbs started to bulge and grow into his all too familiar belly and he got in his car and headed home. While it was a shame to leave that body for tonight, he couldn’t wait until his next appointment. His phone pinged. “Great job tonight. $600 is in your bank account. Will you accept the party arrangement for tomorrow night?” He smiled readily for the next night.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Derek started raking in the money. He’d been going from hen party to sorority part, to ladies’ nights all around town. After being transformed from one sexy underwear model to another. One time he was the hottest guy at a pool party, well until the next fantasy boy arrived and at another party he was a seductive successful businessman for an evening.

Each evening, the girls loved his cocky, sexy attitude, his absolute manliness and of course his incredible love making.

A story which came from a hot role-play with @morphographic in late January.

---

Lusty and Morpho had been friends for a while, sharing a number of passions, particularly a penchant for TF erotica. One evening online, Morpho mentioned a guy at his office who was the definition of male narcissism and Lusty couldn’t help but invite himself around to Morpho’s workplace.

The two hadn’t met up much, but Lusty was often struck by Morpho’s incredible stories from work. The colleague who’d stated they felt like an old man in a young man’s body, or the workman who turned round and his belly burst out of his shirt. Real-life moments which seemed to Lusty like Morpho’s life had all the potential of being a constant porno.

He sent me a picture of Brett from his FB page.

LustyStallion: What a gym bro man, I can see why he loves himself. Who couldn’t love that body. Just the mind eh?

Morpho: I know, imagine having to work close to him every day. Well that is until his lazy ass refuses to do any heavy lifting in his job and leaves it to his colleagues to do. He then starts chatting up the cute secretaries, and spends far to long around the water cooler, coffee machine and sometimes in the bathroom.

LustyStallion: Send me the address and I’ll meet you outside your office block at 8.50am. Let’s have some fun with this fucker, and don’t worry, you won’t need to be doing any work tomorrow. I’ll smooth that out.

After a good sleep the guys met up as arranged. Lusty, mid-thirties at 5”10 with a head of lightly styled brown hair, blue eyes and his usually crafted trimmed beard. While he hit the gym 4 days a week, it wasn’t for too long, due to lack of motivation, although 2023 was going to ‘be his year’. So he had a thin layer of fat around his middle but was pleased with the muscle on his arms and pecs, and he was working on a tight butt. Today found sporting the generic office attire of 2 piece suit, white shirt and tie.

Morpho was a good-looking guy, and Lusty commented on how well his grey check suit fit him. Morpho made a self-deprecating comment, but Lusty was having none of it, tapping his bud’s butt affectionately and telling him to just get in there.

After Lusty signed in at reception, Morpho used his key card to activate the elevator to take them up. As the elevator opened on Morpho’s floor, his boss happened to be stood in the door to the conference room and beckoned Morpho over.

“Good to see you this morning Michael, and who’s your friend?”

Morpho introduced Lusty to his boss Dave;

“This is my friend Ben and he was interested in finding out what we do here. I hope you don’t mind, I thought I’d bring him in. He won’t disturb me, but I’d like to explain a few things about the importance of this work.”

Dave looked Lusty in the eyes, “You wanting to work in the industry then lad?”

Lusty smiled looking Dave deep in the eyes. He loved it when bigger men called him lad.

“Yeah, Michael wanted to help me understand why I should apply for the new HR position in the company.”

Dave took Lusty in and then placed his heavy hand on his shoulder.

“See how today goes, and if I can help at all today, just let me know.”

With that, the short interview was over and we walked to Morpho’s cubicle.

“Man, that must be your boss?” Lusty asked.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

“And a hot one too, isn’t he just your type? I mean he’s got the whole muscular top, bit of real-life gut and he’s a proper Daddy.”

Morpho blushed at how well his RP partner knew him, and he ignored the question.

And then I spotted him. The douchebag who used up all his creative energy at the gym, leaving only horny straight testosterone running around his pretty head in his workplace.

“Is this the guy you were complaining about the other day who dresses like it's gym time all day, and doesn't even bother to wear a suit?

“you said his name was Brett right? Sat at his laptop with his gym bottle next to him. What a bad boy!”

“Yup that's him, exactly. So unprofessional honestly. He acts like he owns the place, that the rules don't apply to him.”

Lusty replied, “Well, rules don't apply to me and my wishing rock man. He's your co-worker so what would you do with him? I mean, I could make him put a shirt on instead of that tight tee.

Morpho considered this, “I mean that could be a start, but I don't think just a change of clothes will solve the problem. He'll probably still be the same asshole anyways. And what do you mean wishing rock? Is that for real?”

“Yeah man, let me show you. I just grip it hard and declare "I wish Brett was wearing a shirt"

“Boom, he's in a shirt. Although, I guess I should have said work shirt right?”

“Dude, what the hell? I mean I know we play RP a lot, and you make these things happen with your graphic editor, but I didn't know magic actually existed. Are there any limits on it? Or does it just change clothes? Haha.”

“I just wish we could really teach him a lesson, you know? Something that'll really stick with him”

“Did you think I was just coming here to gawk at your colleagues? Well, I guess we should find out. First, I wish he was a bit smarter for work.”

And before both their eyes, Brett’s body was wrapped in a smarter shirt. Still not a ‘smart’ shirt, but he was now dressed smarter.

“Ha, I never thought I'd see the day that Brett actually looks like an employee here. How do we know he actually got smarter, though?” Morpho enquired.

“Well, he's dressed smarter, that was what I meant. I should be more specific in the future. I guess you'd have to chat to him to find that out. Perhaps the wish smartened his clothes but also increased his IQ?

“Well I never really cared much for talking to Brett, but let's call him over here anyways…o shit!” Morpho declared as he noticed Dave walk in with his deeper-than-usual serious face on.

He whispered to Lusty “Oh, man. Dave. Honestly, he kind of intimidates me a bit with his size. He seems like a great guy, but he sure is one beast of a man.”

“He certainly is. Do you know if he's attached? Husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend?” Lusty asked with a naughty twinkle in his eye.

“He's one of the higher-ups around here, and he and Brett definitely don't get along. Dave usually gets on Brett for slacking off or talking about inappropriate things. Also, I'm not sure if Dave is currently seeing anyone actually. He doesn't usually talk about his personal life, but I swear sometimes I feel like his eyes linger on some of the guys here when he's talking to them. Although maybe I'm just imagining that.”

“Ok, but fuck man, you work in a pretty hot place. I might just wish you did live in a porno with my rock, and watch the carnage unfold.” I whispered against his ear in a suggestive tone.

“But seriously man, I’m here with a wishing rock. So what’s your next wish for either guy?”

Morpho was a thoughtful guy. He was kind and considerate to his friends, and a loyal pal. He considered everything before acting, and he’s been fantasising about something in particular. So with a moment of thought, he drew hours of fantasy together and said:

“Maybe Brett would learn a thing or two if he was in a position like Dave's. He'd actually have to be responsible for his work for once. Plus I don't think he'd be bragging too much about himself anymore, he definitely loves being a pretty boy. He’d only brag about his work with that serious smouldering look Dave gives when he’s passionate about his work.” Lusty really enjoyed watching his friend glaze over as the fantasy played out in his mind. He did have a cute face under that stubble.

“So, I guess I'd wish for something like that? Something to help Brett grow as a person. And if I were to give anything to Dave, it'd be to wish that he'd relax more. The man is a ball of stress sometimes.”

Lusty wasn’t a genie, and would be the one to make the wish anyway, so he just gave his bud a warm hug with one arm as he pulled up Brett’s Instagram profile and started scrolling through.

“I just found him through your insta account, and I don't know what you mean "loves being a pretty boy?" Lusty said sarcastically.

“He loves to show off that bod, man. He goes to that gym religiously and talks about it nonstop too. Let’s us know how much the ladies love it. He never stops talking about how hot he is, it's annoying.”

“Such a narcissist, and an extrovert. I’d guess he’s an Enneagram 7. Look at this one, is he about to kiss himself?”

“Nah man, he’s to straight to actually go in for a kiss even with himself in the mirror. Yeah he's hot, but he doesn't have to rub it in. He loves bragging online about his conquests to.”

Lusty continued scrolling. “He loves a blonde, doesn't he?”

“Yeah I know, seems to be his type from the pictures he's always showing me.”

“So you think he should learn what it means to be responsible and wear a proper suit?”

Morpho agreed, “I think that would be exactly what he needs. He needs to mature a bit more.”

“Ok, I wish Brett and Dave swapped bodies”.

“Wait, what?! You can do that?” Morpho pushed against Lusty’s frame. They weren’t to different in age or body type, and the force nearly knocked Lusty of his feet.

Then they looked over first at Dave who looked confused, then shocked, and then he started feeling his body. Grasping those meaty pecs, those big arms, and then...that gut.

"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!"

Dave roars and everyone looks around before he launched himself into his office.

Then the guys glanced over at Brett who looked as surprised as Dave, but quieter about it. Brett seemed to be enamoured by his young defined body, which did look strange to some of the women (and men) who found it hard not to keep looking up at the big insta star in their office.

Brett then smiles and sits down at his desk to see what the young guy actually had on his schedule for the day.

---

Dave ran into the bathroom to try and figure this out.

He yelled "Damn! why are there no mirrors in here" and then he thought of the elevator.

As he stared at the body of his boss his mind was racing 500 miles an hour. That fucking workaholic Dave, how was he in this older, bigger body. He grabbed Dave’s belly and recoiled as it wabbled. Even with Dave’s rigorous gym routine, he enjoyed ale and pies. They helped him through his insanely stressful work life.

Brett’s mind was pissed off, "Why, How, What!" he yelled in the elevator.

Although, there was something about Dave's body...now he was up close and personal...that he liked.

---

Morpho was still staring at the content Brett, and was now impatient that he couldn’t see what was happening to Brett.

He whispered in his bud’s ear “I would love to see how this is all playing out for Brett, but also for Dave if he walks off in Brett’s sexy bod.”

Lusty leaned against his friend’s shoulder, “I can make that happen.” And gripping the rock Lusty spoke, “I wish we could see exactly what is happening to Brett and Dave in our mind’s eye.” And suddenly the men could. They were able to see Dave in the elevator, when they thought of him, and Brett from a different angle in the same room they were stood in.

Morpho was delighted “This is great, serves Brett right to see him in Dave’s body”

Believing he was alone, Brett started feeling up Dave's thick bear of a body.

He couldn’t stop groping the man's huge pecs. They were bigger than his former ones, but less firm. Although they still worked well. He remembered always admiring the work Dave must have put into this body over the years. The gains, and the force behind the guy. Brett felt him start chubbing up at the thought, which was a foreign feeling to him. To chub over a guy’s body.

He rationalised, ‘I guess I get horned up looking at my bod sometimes, so it’s just the same now I’m in the boss’ body.”

And he couldn’t help it, he shoved his hand down Dave's pants and was surprised to find a less-than-average cock and balls. Initial shock took over his face, and then he grinned. No wonder Dave had worked so hard on becoming the ‘big’ man, because he knew he wasn’t in the bedroom department.

Morpho commented “Can't have it all his way I guess, that'd be too easy.”

Lusty nodded in agreement.

“I wonder if he realizes how into it he's getting, I mean he’s stopped the lift and just keeps feeling up his new thick body.”

Lusty admired, “Typical Brett, not a huge fan of shirts regardless of the body he's in. Whoever enters that lift once it’s restarted is in for a treat.”

---

Dave on the other hand realised the opportunity he'd been handed. He'd been annoyed at Brett's paycheck, as he didn't believe the fucker worked hard enough for it. He hadn’t hired the fucker, but had ended up line-managing him. And, if he was honest, he was envious of the studs youthful body. With his work ethic, even if he wasn't the top dog anymore, he'd be able to use this body to get so much more. Things he'd missed in giving his life to this company.

Dave had quickly slipped on something comfier, in Brett’s body and walked to his office and sat down in his chair and within a few minutes in walked Brett in his old body.

Brett’s mind instinctively said “Move it boy, that’s the boss’ chair.”

Both men were surprised at the dominance the boss’s booming voice had in the small room, and Dave stood up as the young hunk and allowed the older man to sit behind the desk, himself taking one of the other chairs.

He took a seat opposite his old self, and whispered, "Fuck man, you must be in me right Dave?"

And the words rumbled out in his deep masculine Dave's voice, which he realised was strange, having had a quick fondle of Dave's less than impressive balls

"I don't know how the fuck this happened Dave, but we need to find a way to swap back. I mean, I'm so much older and fatter than I was in my proper bod."

Dave in the young hunks bod spoke in a younger smooth voice "Well, what if I'm happy being you? You've got that great apartment you keep bragging about, and from what you say, this body doesn't have any problem getting laid."

At the idea of remaining as the muscle bear, Brett in Dave's voice said "Fuck that man, you can't just keep my body."

The young hunk responded, "Look, we're about done here for the day, so why don't we go back to each other’s lives for today and see if we wake up in our own bodies."

There was much arguing the men did, but in the end Brett’s younger mind accepted that this was probably just a freaky one-off event which would revert at sundown, or some shit like that.

---

Lusty wished from Morpho’s cubicle “I wish it was nearly the end of the word day and that these two would go home early”.

---

Finally, Brett agreed to head back to Dave's place and pick up his life and vice versa. When they were about to swap details, they realised they had enough memories from the other to get home, open up and live at least the evening as the other. It was turning 4pm and Brett declared they could both have an early finish, in Dave’s deep voice.

---

Dave didn’t spend long in Brett’s apartment but headed to the gym in this young jock's body. He was feeling ready to get his pump on and find out just what the lad’s body could do.

Brett didn't feel comfortable in this monkey suit and as soon as he got back to Dave's did his best to find clothes which were more his style.

He looked down at his exposed hairy arms and thought about shaving them, but he decided to go for a walk to clear his head. His older and hairy body stuck out a mile at 4.45 pm. He put in his pods and started jogging, attracting the attention of many as he jogged. Probably his pecs bouncing on top of his paunch.

---

Lusty and Morpho were still back at the office, Morpho having done nothing all day but enjoy toying with these guys. They were currently watching Brett jog in Dave’s Daddy body.

“I wish that any man crossing the threshold of their office, office block, elevator, WC or through any door with the intention of heading home at exactly 5 pm, would find 25% of their mass converted to pure muscle, their attraction to men would increase by 30% and they would all become 20% more flirtatious and outgoing.

---

As Brett as Dave, jogged through the business zone of the city at 5 pm, he found himself jogging past the businessmen as they emptied out of office buildings across the city.

Across the city, not just in the business sector, men who were leaving their place of employment and crossing under any door, started growing in thick muscle. Guys who already worked out got bigger, and every shirt was pushed to the limit.

Brett couldn’t believe what he was seeing or feeling. Was as it him, or was the street filled with sexy guys packed into suits and shirts? It was the first time he experienced arousal toward other men.

He suddenly thought ‘Man, was Dave gay, because this body was attracted to all these studs.’ He felt as his cock moved from semi to more erect.

---

Morpho whispered “That's great, anything to really seal the deal with Brett. Get him horned up and panicked about being gay now. Not to mention I'm not complaining about all these sexy guys in one place. Hey, I think I recognize some of these guys. They work in advertising, I think. But I'd rather watch Brett squirm around in his big bear body.”

---

Well he'd been staring at all these guys, and his erection had been noticed

“Yo man” a young stud called out to Brett.

“I see you’re checking me out and I’m down for whatever you want Daddy.”

The guy had likely been a regular gym goer, probably with mostly a swimmer’s build and must have been at least bisexual. But now, he was openly flirting with Brett and inviting him to get intimate.

At the word Daddy, his cock was now raging hard and he looked at the stud and said “Yes boy, come with me and I’ll ride your tight ass.” He grabbed the lad and pulled him into a deep embrace. The lad took a deep sniff of Brett’s new musk. The lad said “I love a big hairy Daddy”. Brett realised he’d never liked being hairy before, come to mention it, he’d never liked guys this way before. Dave’s body had weird urges, but he wasn’t going to deny them when Dave’s small cock demanded this kind of attention.

Dave was about to drag his first conquest home when another dude, a particularly hairy daddy walked up to him and grabbed his arse.

Hey fella, you want some more help with that python?

Brett didn't know what to do. His straight pretty boy brain said "Uck, no!" but Dave's body said "Woof" and he invited the bear back to Dave's luscious apartment with the gym lad.

As he got to the front door of his apartment, the bear pushed him against the door and pressed his tongue deep into Dave's mouth, Brett gasping for breath and grossed out by the whole thing. The lad started undoing his pants and he just about managed to get the key in the lock, and the bear picked up the bro dressed Dave and threw him onto the bed, the lad then being tossed down by the hairy Daddy to.

The bear and the lad stripped Dave's body of the stupid bro clothes and the lad got to work sucking Dave's cock while the Bear worshipped Brett’s hairy frame.

Brett couldn't believe it, the lad was a skilled sucker, better than the girls he'd conned back to his room with his charms, and the bear was so dominant, and he liked it.

Brett was about to cum down the lad’s throat, when the bear turned him over and started rimming his ass.

Brett was overwhelmed by new feelings of manly fulfilment. His body bucked, and arched and his arse relaxed to the bear’s advances.

And then, he felt something new. The bear seemed to be slapping him with something big and long, while the lad licked, groped and massaged his big hairy back. Brett's blissful mind realised it was the guys dick. He wasn't going to....

"Fuuuuuckkkk!" Cried Brett as he was penetrated for the first time. He experienced flashing lights in his mind with pleasure before moaning in ecstasy. He knew that while this was his first fucking, it wasn’t his bodies first fuck.

---

Meanwhile, Dave was having a blast as Brett

He'd sweated through a number of shirts, and 2 hours in was now on his last tank top.

He was receiving looks from loads of women at the gym, but also a good number of men

He walked up to two who were working out close to each other. The woman particularly looked interested in his body, but then he saw the look on the guy’s face and grinned.

He spoke to the woman "Hey lady, I'm into dudes, like this hunk” he said feeling the other guy’s big muscles. “You’re hot, but perhaps one of the other guys is interested?"

She looked annoyed and stormed off as Dave in Brett's body, walked up to the hunk and drew him close.

The two admired each others bodies, before working out together to show off their bodies for more admiration from the other. Once showered, they spent the afternoon getting to know each other before getting really close and deciding they’d start a public relationship together to be strapped across YouTube and Instagram respectively.

---

Brett lay back breathless as the bear did his zipper up, kisses his conquest one more time and then heads off as Brett falls asleep next to the lad.

‘Holy fuck, I’m not me again. I’m still in this gay nightma….wet dream. But my years of work on that bod, my followers on insta, all the pussy, my life, my family, I’ll have to be the boss, all that work, all that stress, all that… al tha…”

It was suddenly hard to think as the lad went down on his less than average cock, which he seemed to enjoy. From time to time the college lad would push his larger, thicker penis next to Brett’s and smirk, it urging him to suck the smaller cock even more. Brett had a feeling it would be his turn to service the lad next, although he’d not yet given head a try.

He lay back and enjoyed the blow job, as he resigned himself to the fact that he was obviously stuck in Dave’s gay body, probably forever. His youthful enthusiastic, and formerly straight, mind should have been broken at the prospect, but he pulled the lad closer and decided life could be even more fun like this.

---

Dave woke up the next morning in the arms of the gym guy from the night before, and grinned knowing this body was now his, and him and his boyfriend would be flaunting their stuff for all to see.

---

Back at Lusty’s place, as dawn arose, he rolled over and could see Morpho’s topless body lying next to him. He was sure he was looking at Brett’s morning wake up.”

Lusty whispered in his ear, “I wish Brett would learn to be responsible at work, but be irresponsible in his evening job as a stripper.”

Morpho rolled over and looked Lusty in the eyes, “You naughty boy” grinning at the prospect.

---

Brett woke up and had the strangest urge to head downtown and see if he could get an evening job.

And he was amazing.

Lots of love to @morphographic for his help with this part of the story

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Genie walked toward the large shopping centre ready to have some fun with the good people of this town.

He smiled looking at the young lovers. 3 bags already from 3 different stores. The lanky nerd in the checked shirt looking deeply into the eyes of the attractive brunette.

Genie stepped up to them, his phone set to film mode.

“Hey you two love birds. Fancy being on a little social experiment vid I’m making for my YouTube channel?”

The couple exchanged a glance, both grinning.

“Sure, we’re game, what do we need to do?” the young woman asked.

“It’s quite simple. Tell me your names, and then imagine I’m a Genie and grant any wish you have. So go ahead, make a wish.”

The woman giggled, “This sounds fun.” She looked her man up and down.

“Well, I’m Cherith and this is my boyfriend Jeremey.” She said grinning again at her lover.

“Genie, I wish Jeremey understood my love for shopping.” She grinned at him, and Jeremey grinned back as new lovers do.”

Genie smiled as he amended the wish and time moved back as she stated in exactly the same level of voice

“Genie, I wish Jeremey understood my love for shopping by being me.”

The couple felt an electric current flow through their bodies, which seemed to move up to their brains, before flowing down through their torsos and it felt like flowing through their joined hands, through their lover’s torso and settling in their partner’s brain.

Jeremey looked down at her body and said “What! Your wish came true! I’m you. Why would you wish me to be you?” He said, shocked, dropping the bags and feeling his breasts and then butt with his free hand. Then grabbing the bags again he added;

“And when can we get back to the stores, that’s why we’re here right?” instead of breaking hands with her, he grasped tighter the larger hand that was his moments ago while looking at his former face worried.

“Jeremey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it would happen, and I don’t know why I added that last bit.” And then she looked at Genie “Somehow you made this happen, is it just a bit of fun for your video? I’m guessing we’ll return to normal at the end.” She said looking quizzical at Genie who kept the camera pointed toward them as he said;

“Dude, it’s all for fun. And I’ll give you a choice at the end whether you want to return to normal, or enjoy the gifts you’ll get in the next few minutes. Of course, you could leave now, but without that final wish, all changes will be permanent.”

Cherith noticed the frames within which she would now see the world. And with her free hand, she touched her flat chest, and then undid a few buttons of his shirt and touched her boyfriends skin. She’d always loved feeling the hair on his body when she they were intimate, but it was to much having this much hair herself. She suddenly found herself forcing her hand down her chinos to find Jeremey’s cock. She gasped in horror as she grasped his dick.

“What have I done? What have you done? Will you let us have that wish now?”

“Dude, you can wish for whatever you like when you like. What I’m saying is you can chill and enjoy the wishing fun. Don’t miss out on the gift this is Dude.”

“Ok, but can you stop calling me Dude. I’m a lady in my boyfriend’s body.”

Genie couldn’t contain a smirk, which wasn’t lost on either of them.

Cherith dropped the bags Jeremey had been holding and grabbed her former body, and planted a kiss on her old face. It was a weird experience, but she wanted to make the best of the situation.

Jeremy pulled away once their lips had touched. Even kissing his own face felt to gay for him.

Jeremey in his girlfriend’s body reprimanded Genie “You’re loving this freak show man. This is really messed up. I mean I can feel Cherith’s breasts” he looked at his old face “which of course are amazing, when on you. But I’m a dude in my girl’s body. And I can feel the gap between my legs. I can’t be left like this. Genie, I wish I was a guy again.”

Genie smiled, camera still capturing every second, as time rewound.

“Genie I wish I was a big gym obsessed guy again.”

Genie had a type which will be obvious to you now if you’ve read any of his adventures since meeting Matty.

Cherith’s body started to grow and morph before her very eyes, well her eyes in Jeremey’s body.

She watched as her femininity evaporated in place of a tougher masculine approach to life. Cherith’s breasts firmed with packed pectoral, and her dainty shoulders broadened as his delts expanded followed by his biceps and triceps. His thighs inflated as his whole body expanded with pure muscle, and next to no fat.

What couldn’t be seen was the caring Jeremey’s memories were being overwritten by years of working out, eating well and looking good. He couldn’t compute his knowledge of being in his girlfriend’s now masculine body, while looking at his former nerdy form, which didn’t match his knowledge of always being a big guy who hit the gym for hours everyday. With each new piece of gym knowledge, came the memories of the hours doing that exercise, perfecting the technique and masterfully setting workouts which would push his body to the limit. His mind also came with a tougher approach to life. Having no longer spent hours with his kind-hearted geeky pals, but hours and hours sweating and stinking up the gym, talking shit with other gym bros, his outlook on life and personality had shifted.

Cherith in Jeremey’s old body looked at the final result of what had happened to her. She couldn’t help sporting her first semi at the hunk before her, before it wilted due to the disapproval the hunk gave the body she was in.

The lanky nerd’s body started to cry “What have you done to my body. I’m now a man, and that’s exactly what I don’t want to be. Jeremey, we’ll have to break up. I mean this has destroyed our relationship hasn’t it. You don’t like the way I look, and even though I find your new…my body.. O I don’t know, really attractive, you’re still straight.”

He looked at his lover, still holding his old body’s hand, and now truly seeing his lover in his former eyes.

“O babe, I’m sorry for that look. This is pretty fucked up. I think it screwed with my mind. I remember always being this big and muscular, but if that’s my old bod, then these memories are wrong. Nothin’ seems to make sense. And yeah, I really don’t find that body attractive at all, I’m still 100% into chicks and you’re not one. You can still wish us to be normal again.”

The nerd’s eyes gave way to tears at that penultimate statement.

Jeremey’s body couldn’t help but feel the strong man’s body. His right hand reaching up to a pec, and his left hand squeezed one of his strong biceps.

Jeremey in the new hunky body, allowed his former body to feel him, but his face showed his distaste for the situation. He rationalised that this was Cherith’s body originally, so he could allow her to feel up the new and improved body he’d wished for.

The nerd opened his lips, “Genie, I wish we would be happy again just like we were, I wish I was attractive to him again, I wish I was his type.”

Genie would have rubbed his hands with excitement if he wasn’t filming the couple.

And time zipped as Jeremey’s body said

“Genie, I wish we would be sex obsessed and happy again just like we were, I wish I was leather clad and attractive to him again, I wish I was his vulgar, inappropriate, hunky type.”

Both dude’s looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

Cherith in Jeremey’s body said “I don’t think that was what I meant to say.” As she looked at her hunk lustfully.

Even in a man’s body, her mind was so attracted to the muscle on the hunk, which was her former body. She found Jeremey’s cock becoming fully erect as she longed to be attractive to him.

Thinking about it made her brain hurt inside, but she felt more instinctive, driven by something. She’d never felt anything hot wire her brain like she was experiencing now.

As she looked at her man through his former eyes, she noticed he was all blurry. Reaching for his glasses, Cherith snatched them off his face and suddenly he could see. He threw them to the floor and moaned as he looked at his hunky boyfriend.

Straight Jeremey, now packed with muscle, and with the new persona was surprised at how intrigued he was by his former body. As he locked eyes with his old eyes, he saw them shift. They became dark brown, looking far more like Cherith’s eyes than his old eyes. He could now see his lover within the eyes and something shifted in his mind.

He watched as his former body started to grow. He saw it rip off the lengthy cardigan and checked shirt, revealing a torso he didn’t recognise. He’d been really skinny, but this bod was packing on the muscle by the second. He felt aroused watching the pecs push out, the arms thicken, and the Tattoos establish.

And then his former chinos became leather, and he recognised his old cock, erect and apparent through the new leather pants. And Cherith’s mind seemed overcome by the feelings of his cock. He grasped it, he fondled it, he was governed by it.

Jeremey was now so turned on by this new hunk before him. So much muscle, so much leather. He’d never thought about how hot Leather was before. Gym gear, sure, but not Leather.

But on his boyfriend, it was so hot. Those Leather chaps locked around his torso, ready to chain him up and make him pay for being so sexy.

Jeremey gained new desires, fetishes and sexual kinks as well as experience of the male form. His memories rewrote with a new reality that he’d realised how hot the brash, loud, cocky gym guys were. How he loved watching them work out, when they didn’t give a shit about what others thought of them, as long as everyone was watching their tight butts and massive frames.

Cherith found his new body so overwhelming that he gave into his desire to grind against his man’s crotch. One large leather strapped arm lifted into a flex, which continued to lift until his elbow was above his head, and he licked his bicep for Jeremy’s enjoyment. And he smirked as he felt his lover’s manhood awaken.

Jeremey in the gym gear started feeling up his former, but transformed body. This was much more what he was after. A muscular guy strapped in Leather. Yes, he knew they’d be perfect together. He loved how overt and gregarious his lover was and how it turned him on. He grasped at his former cock, and enjoyed feeling it pulse and thicken. He was lost for a moment in his lover’s body, before Cherith turned and started groping everything he could of his former bodies new chiselled bulky stature.

Genie had the whole thing on camera, ready to be edited by the porn editors back home at the mansion. He kept rolling for another wish.

“You two are so sexy together, a good-looking couple like you are obviously exclusive and faithful to each other, am I right? And I did say you could wish yourselves back to that sweet hetro couple you were earlier.” After a millennia of goading humans, and tweaking wishes, Genie knew exactly where he was leading the lovers.

They looked each other in the eyes to try and work out an answer.

Cherith said “Well man, I love my boyfriend, and we’re committed to each other, aren’t we man.”

Jeremey just nodded.

“But, we’ve both got urges and those involve bringing other hot guys back. I mean, I fucking love the idea of walking in on Jeremey while he’s banging a muscle bro, as I bring home the fireman stripper from the club. We’d start as two couples and then join to become an orgy. Isn’t that right man?”

Jeremey nodded “He’s damn right. Committed to each other, living together, but it’s an open relationship. I mean, I don’t even mind a guy sticking around a bit longer with us if we had the room in our flat.”

They looked at each other with a grin.

Cherith added “And no way do I want to be a reserved girl following a lanky nerd around for the rest of my life. No, this is so much better Genie.”

Jeremey said “Genie, I wish everyone remembers us as we are, and I wish our flat was richer and bigger with more rooms.”

A wish which could be taken so far from the original couple’s former desires.

Time skipped back a beat.

Jeremey said “Genie, I wish everyone remembers us as we are, Jezza & Chezza, and I wish our flat was richer and bigger with many more fuck ready rooms.”

Genie said “Granted. You two would always be welcome to turn up, any time, day or night, at the sex mansion I live at. You’ll be sure to be welcomed into the large loving embrace of the first man who opens the door. Just know that everything in the mansion is a 24/7 porno, and you’d be willing participants should you come.”

The guys took down the address, grinned at each other before lunging down each other’s throats again for a couple of minutes.

Chezza eyed up his gym gear hunk and said “I wish he loved Leather to.” An winked at Genie

Time zipped back.

“I wish he loved hairy Daddy’s and Leather to.”

This wish had been intended to dress Jezza in leather, but Genie’s additions extended it to Chezza as he was still linked to the attractions of his lover, at least until they left Genie.

Both men started to grow older as their bodies sprouted hair, lots and lots of hair.

And the men couldn’t keep their hands off their muscle daddy bods. They fought for dominance until Chezza pushed Jezza against the side of the mall glass barrier and said “Listen up bitch, you know I’m the alpha, and when we get home, I’m gonna breed your hole.”

Jezza grinned, “Of course you are daddy. You might be 3 years older, but I know who’s in charge” and with that he punched Chezza in the chest and brought him in for another long kiss.

Chezza turned to Genie and said “Genie, I love what you’ve done to us, I love this thick manly body, I love all this hair, I love my bald head, and I love my sexy quiet fucker Jezza. Have a great life Genie, and I hope you ‘social experiment’ goes well.

And with that, the scantly clad, richer gay couple walked off to do more shopping. Granted, their items of choice would be substantially different now, but they both loved a day of spending their money.

Genie left the orgy which was about to ensue in the gym. Much as he enjoyed watching the new fuck boy Slab get ordered by his new Daddy, there’s only so much fun you can have transforming a room of already transformed muscular gay hunks.

Genie could have snapped his fingers and appeared at the mall, but he thought he’d call an uber for fun.

As usual, there was an uber driver sat not far from every location in the city, and even though the mansion was set back on its own grounds in the Californian suburbs, an uber turned up within 5 minutes of Genie making the call through the app on his phone. Yes , Genie had a phone.

As 64% of uber drivers were male, Genie felt the odds were in favor, and of course they were.

A surprisingly nice Tesla arrived to pick him up.

The guy in the red coat looked like a 6, with a plain but not un-attractive face, neatly trimmed facial hair which faded into his thick top of hair. His arms looked thick enough and it looked like he frequented the gym for light exercise a few times a week. He was either a particularly successful uber driver pulling long hours with them, or he had a side business to afford this car.

Genie smiled at the ride and the guy inside.

He opened the passenger seat “Yo dude, thanks for this. I’m heading to the mall. Mind if I jump in the front with you?”

The guy looked unsettled at the hulking giant and all his muscles contained by nothing but a workout top.

“Actually, man I do mind. I always have passengers in the back.”

Genie looked at the guy and smiled. “Man, fair enough, I get that. Thing is I get travel sick in the back, would you mind just this once?” Genie lied.

The guy looked at him, not buying it, but he was efficient and a popular driver because he didn’t argue but got to driving the best routes, for the best fair and fitted in more drives than most guys could.

So the guy nodded his head and Genie got comfortable in the front seat, and they set off.

Genie started chatting “So, man this is a sweet ride. What’s your name bruh?”

The guy was used to all types, the silent types, the chatty friendly types, the self-obsessed types who just talk about themselves for the whole journey, and there are of course the inquisitive types. Added to the bro language (which Genie had used to tease and get a feel for the man’s likes and dislikes), he felt this was going to be a long 25 minutes in the Uber.

“Emmm, my name’s Gerard and yeah, I got her a month ago. She’s a dream to ride.”

“I bet she is” Genie said with a wink. “I’ve always thought it’s funny how men refer to their vehicles as women. Whether bikes, or boats, planes or cars. Don’t you think it’s so hetro-norm?

The guy looked taken a back by this statement, and then made a judgement about Genie and his sexuality.

“I guess man. I can’t imagine calling this beauty a man, coz I don’t think of men as beautiful I guess. Maybe that’s just because I’m straight.” He said uncomfortably.

Genie mused, “I think it would be fun though if guys started calling their vehicles him. Like, this car I’d call the stud car.”

Something about that made Gerad’s cock twitch. He tried to ignore it.

“Yeah, the stud car, ridden by a picture of masculinity. Have you ever wished to be more muscular? I mean it’s obvious you take care of yourself, maybe work out a bit. But I mean, have you ever wished for bigger muscles.

The guy said “Yeah, who hasn’t. I wish I had stronger muscles, and I guess I wish this was a stud car.” He said with a grin on his face. Little did he know.

And Genie smiled as the whole of time stood still so as not to crash the car.

Time whizzed back a notch

“I wish I had stronger muscles to show off, and I guess I wish this was a stud making car attracting men.”

Gerard had that feeling of déjà vu, but why would he wish such a gay wish. Muscles, sure. But a stud making car to attract men. How weird was that?

And then he felt it, a growling in his belly. And suddenly he was flushed while driving. He did his best to keep the car straight while an alien feeling of growing thicker and bigger overwhelmed him. His body was pulsing, his heart pumping like the beat of a dance track, he could hear it in his ears as his neck thickened with hard muscle. His pecs pushed and pushed and now pulled heavy on his chest. But man, it was his arms that he loved watching the most, as they expanded into huge bowling ball arms. His red coat shrink-wrapping round his impressive form.

Gerard found a place to pull over. “Fuck man, what just happened, I made a wish without thinking, and now I’m a hulking giant. Did you do this to me. This can’t be real…. And what the fuck … it’s still happening”

Gerard’s hair disappeared and he aged up, his tee shrinking and round his studly frame as Tatts formed on his left arm.”

Genie just smiled. “Of course I did this to you. Who else is here to turn you into a muscle hound. You work out what 4 hours every day now to keep this impressive bod, and you eat so many calories of all the right stuff.

“O man, this feels amazing, but also weird. So you just thought you’d call an Uber to have some fun with whichever random driver you got? Man, that’s pretty hot and thanks for the muscles. I love taking this stud out for a ride every day. He’s such a strong reliable car. This is fucking amazing. What are you, some sort of over-muscled wishing leprechaun?”

The hunk looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what he looked like.

Genie felt like shrinking the guy's cock for that one.

“Man, I’m a fucking Genie. Now, have you got any other wishes?”

“Wow, I didn’t know Genie’s existed, and no lamp? Well, really I’ve wanted to be back in my 20s for ages, but I think I’m in my 40s which isn’t what I want. So Genie, I wish to be rich and young.”

And of course time scratched back

“Genie, I wish to be rich, dumb, horny, hung and young.”

And Gerard started ageing down. His smarts abandoning him, his cock fattened and lengthened in his boxers, while his tee relocated to tight shorts which were little more than boxers, as the original boxers disintegrated. Gerard never wore much and always went commando so everyone could see his fat member. He was now 24, from a rich family who provided for the playboy. He loved picking up chicks in his stud of a car, and taking them home for a banging with his impressive body. He was sex in a masculine BMW, and he knew it. Self-obsessed, narcissistic, and driven by his ever-wanting dick.

“What d’ya think stud?” Genie asked Gerard

“Fuck man, I’m the sexiest guy alive thanks to you. You’re amazing. You think I could wish to never be turned down when asking a hot chick, for a blow job or a fuck?”

The world ground to a halt and then shifted slightly back.

“You think I could wish to never be turned down when asking a hot hunk, never a chick, for a blow job or a fuck?

And Genie smiled a huge grin of knowing and desire as the guy’s orientation now crossed over to exclusively gay.

A they pulled up at the mall, Gerard said “Genie, you changed my life and I love you for that. Have an awesome time at the mall. You deserve it, and here’s my number, call me.”

Genie stored his number and then turned from the muscular man boi. Of course, the car attracted a man immediately who saw the driver and just wanted to get in. A straight young man who couldn’t help himself walk toward the uber and open the door.

Gerard started chatting to the guy, watching him regularly in the rear-view mirror. He could see the lad was visibly uncomfortable and he wanted to see what this stud-making car could do to the young guy.

Then the lad started getting hot, and it felt like his clothes were really tight. He fiddled with his tie.

Gerard wanted to see if he could shape the lad in the back of his car and said “Bro, don’t you wish you’d been working out for the last decade.”

The man in the jacket flinched at the word Bro. He’d always hated that word. But it was true, he did think he’d be hotter if he’d worked out instead of wasting time scrolling social media.

“Bro, don’t you wish you’d spent 3 hours a day over the last decade building a huge powerful top-heavy body that no one can ignore.”

And now the lad felt his clothes strain as his muscles bulked up with powerful stud energy. His arms shredded his sleeves, and his pecs destroyed his shirt.

“Bro, don’t you think you’d look hotter always showing off your beautiful muscle and just wearing workout shorts and a bro cap? And I wonder if all your smarts are stressing you out. Don't you wish your life was all about getting bigger, eating well, playing hard and fucking?”

The bro lifted his heavy head, and breathed in deeply. “Fuck yeah Bruh! Take me to the beach, I wanna catch some women.” The now hornier muscle bro expressed.

“But don’t you think hunky guys are hotter than girls? I mean they’ll really know how to worship your muscle, they know the hard work and dedication you’ve put in over the years and they give the best blow-jobs.”

The stud considered it, and thanked Gerard for the ride. He realised he hadn’t actually ordered this Uber, so paid the hunk, grabbed a beefy pec as he did, and gave him a passionate kiss with his thicker more experienced tongue. Years of making out with other gym hunks, and taking it to the locker room and showers had become part of his lived reality, and he loved it.

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