I hated how cocky Topher was. He sat there raising his arm, exposing his pit knowing that such a simple action would be more than enough to pay his bills for the week. He knew that he was hot and would be able to live his life comfortably by baiting gay men into buying his content. He didn’t have to put in the work someone like me did no he was handed the work on a silver spoon whilst I had to sit there and forge my own spoon. I was sick of it and how someone wins purely because of there looks. I knew I had to change something so that night I did what anyone in my position would do… I researched.

I spent hours at my computer scrolling through sites looking from things on how to hypnotize people to how to make them lose their mind. But I settled on something much more devious. I had found a spell that would allow me to posses someone for 24 hours and make changes to there body, mind and soul. Any changes made during that time would permanently affect them. I knew I had to try it on Topher. I waited days for the perfect moment. He had sent out a notification stating he’d be live on OF in 5 minutes. I quickly opened up the website and got ready to recite the spell. Tophers livestream flicked on and I knew it was time.

Within seconds of the spell being said I felt a gravitational pull grab me from my body as I felt myself sucked into his. I looked down and forward realizing I was successfully sitting in his body in front the camera. The first thing I did was something Topher would never had done for free and that was remove my shorts and shirt. No longer would Topher be waiting for men to pay him enough to “earn the privilege” to see him half nude, they’d get it for free now as I changed Tophers brain into being more open to the idea of nudity for free.

My next change came suddenly when I felt in Tophers stomach a large rumbling gas bubble forming. I had a devious idea, I turned his ass to the camera and *BRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT* I nearly shat myself from letting out such a huge wet fart. I immediately got hard at the idea of Topher farting and decided to change Tophers mind by making him into an avid fart enjoyer. Topher would now start all his lives with a *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* and end with a *PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTT* out of his hot twinky bubble butt.

My final change was the most important. I changed his brain to be into men. No longer would he be able to bait gay men into his content knowing they’d never get a chance. No now they’d all have a chance as Topher would be openly gay on streams asking for gassy men to hit his line. Topher thrived of his twink gas and used it to his advantage *PFFFFFTTT PFFFTTTTT PFFFT* as he twerked on stream that night. I spent the rest on the night on stream farting *BRAP BRAP BRAP* *PFFFFTTTT* *PSHHHHHHHHHT* until I couldn’t no more.

I ended the stream with one last fart. Tophers bare ass pushed into the lens as he fogged it up with roaring *PFFFFFFFFFFTFFFFTFTFTFTTFTTFTFTTFTTFFTF* I closed down the stream looking at his phone realizing I still had 16 hours left and man was I going to use it….

Aiden had this routine down to a science: He would put the blowjob mouth guard in his mouth, meditate, and astral project. Then he would possess his brother Jake’s body, go to his own room, and fuck his passed out body’s mouth with Jake’s dick. It was a way to get his brother off and when he returned to his body he always had the best jerk off session with the taste of Jake’s load in his mouth. It was a win win as far as Aiden thought.

But this time, as Aiden got close to climaxing into his own throat, something in his usual routine went awry. Jake fought to gain back control of his body. Aiden was back in his own body, with Jake’s dick going down his throat and slobber falling down his mouth. He tried to pull back and get his brother’s cock out of his throat, fearing his brother’s retribution, but Jake grabbed his head and forced it back down saying,

“Dude, stop taking my food from the fridge”

“Hey, it’s our fridge. What’s yours is mine”

“If you take my food again, I’ll… I’ll make you respect me”

“Uh huh. Whatever man.”

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Leo was your average nerd. So you could imagine his disappointment when he found out his new college dorm roommate was the biggest quarterback in college, Aspen. Aspen would constantly bully him, yell at him and blare music late at night. And perhaps most infuriating of all, Aspen refused to go shopping. So he mooched off of Leo. Taking every bit of food Leo spent his hard earned money on. But Leo had decided enough was enough….

The next morning, Leo watched his big alpha roommate come stomping out of his bedroom. The alpha strode over to the fridge and took out Leo’s bananas. The big jock smirked at Leo, peeled the banana and shoved the entire thing in his mouth. Aspen was clearly trying to annoy Leo. So Aspen was shocked when Leo just shrugged it off.

As Aspen swallowed the banana, he was taken back. It didn’t taste like an average banana. It tasted so much sweeter. So much tastier. It tasted…. amazing. Aspen began to moan as he chewed the rest of the banana.

“Oh fuck. That tastes good.”

Aspen took another banana, ripped the peel off and shoved it in his mouth. The banana causing his hands to grow. His fingers becoming thick and fat. Aspen didn’t notice, of course. He was too busy shoving bananas in his mouth. Aspen couldn’t help himself. He was on a strict diet. But how much weight could he gain from eating a few extra bananas, right?

As Aspen was lost in the bliss of eating the bananas, he didn’t realise that his body was itching. Leo watched in amazement as the once smooth faced jock grew a full beard in a matter of seconds. His beard was thick. It looked impossible to shave off. The permanent hair spread down his neck and up his chest covering his entire torso. His entire body began to become covered in the hair. Aspen was oblivious to the changes. All he could focus on was the bananas and how good they made him feel.

As Aspen swallowed the bananas, he began to grow bigger. Each banana causing him to grow fatter and rounder. His abs losing their definition. His stomach becoming rounder. He started getting fatter by the second. Each chew making him grow bigger and fatter. His face rounding out. His pecs becoming a perky set of perfectly fuckable man boobs.

Aspen looked down to see his new appearance. His big round gut jiggling. His new perky boobs bouncing. And a thick pelt of hair covering it all. Leo watched in shock as the jock screamed at his new disgusting appearance. Aspen’s hairy body smelled rank. As if he hadn’t showered in years. Leo could smell the jock’s pungent stink from across the room. Aspen’s ass began fattening up. Becoming rounder, more fuckable and a lot more hairier until suddenly, against Aspen’s will, he let out a big groaning fart.

PFFTTTTTTTTT

The stench filled the room, becoming trapped in Leo’s nostrils. Leo was repulsed by the smell. He didn’t think the jock would eat that many bananas. He was only supposed to have one!

“OH FUCK” PFFFFFTTTTTTTTT “HELP LEO! I CAN’T STO-BURRRRRRRRRP”

The smell of the man was becoming too intense for Leo to handle. Aspen was becoming some gross monster and it was all Leo’s fault. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sight of the hulking monster still shovelling bananas into his mouth.

“I HAVE TO GET HEL-BURRRRRRRP”

Aspen’s posture began to change as he ran towards the door. His big fat body jiggling with each stomp. Suddenly, Aspen’s knuckles began to feel… heavier. But as he waddled towards the door, he slipped further and further down the evolutionary ladder. His back hunching over. His hands becoming bigger and heavier. His knuckles dropping further and further until they eventually began to drag along the floor. His chin now resting on his perky fuckable man boobs. His brow began to become more pronounced, jutting out further and further. His jaw shifting until the only sounds that could come out of his mouth were

“OOK OOK”

Leo was in shock. The fat ape crawled around the floor like a monkey. His fat tits jiggling with each movement. His ass bouncing up and down. Aspen’s hairy ape stink was almost… intoxicating. Leo began to… like it… he began to… fall in love with it.

“No! This is disgusting. I need to get help” Leo resisted the beautiful stink from the ape.

But suddenly the fat ape let out the biggest, most nastiest, pungent fart Leo had ever smelled. The stink went directly into Leo’s nostrils. Overriding his thoughts. Infecting his mind. He needed to fuck Aspen right now. He needed to put his fat cock between those big bouncy man boobs. He needed to shove his nose up the stinky ape’s smelly crack. Aspen’s stink was the only thing that mattered.

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And so Leo and his ape roommate lived happily ever after. Well… at least Leo did. His mind was completely intoxicated by Aspen’s stink. All he could think about was feeding his pet. Sniffing his beautiful musk. He lived a life of pure bliss. But Aspen on the other hand… Aspen was delt a rougher deal.

Leo doesn’t realise it, but Aspen is completely aware of everything that is happening. While his body acts and thinks like an ape. His mind… his mind is completely normal. His mind remains completely unaltered. All Aspen can do is crawl around his apartment like a dumb ape while his Master Leo frequently fucks his perky man tits. Aspen feels ashamed but… he’s starting to love being this way. He tries to communicate what’s going on to Leo. He tries to snap him out of it. But the only thing that comes out of his mouth is

Ohhhh-ho-ho… that loser didn’t expect to get eaten by a Party Animal, huh? It’s in the name, stupid. Party ANIMAL. We’re preds. That’s what makes us such incredible athletes.

*Buuurrrrp*

You’re not getting your gay little boyfriend back anytime soon, not in one piece anyway. You can check the bathrooms after the game, if you really wanna find out what he looks like now. Most of him that isn’t shit by this point has been digested and absorbed into the marvelous muscle you see here—- gGGRRAAAHH— check that out!

Phew, even got the meat sweats from devouring that idiot. Well, run along, you weak fucker, unless you wanna be the next to party with the Party Preds… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Well, freak, I’m a triple threat: a triple pred… I can basically eat you six ways to Sunday, if you end up so unlucky… or lucky, really. I’ll swallow you, shove you up my stinky butt, maybe even unleash my cockbeast from his cup to vore you up.

It always baffles me when someone thinks they can lick on another solely based on their looks and what society deems to be attractive or worthy. Well not anymore, well, not for you at least. You wanted a change in dynamic between you and your bully, I’ve got you covered. But I must warn you that change doesn’t happen overnight... or maybe in this case it does.

Today had been tough, that jerk Chris had been taunting you whenever he could. He’d point out that you were chubby, call you names like Piggy and Porker. He’d even go as far to make snorting sounds when he saw you eating lunch. “You’ll never have muscles like these fatass! Can barely roll out of bed never mind hit the gym! *snort snort*” Chris was a grade A dick to you. He was taller and would often look down on you. His words echoed around your head as you got ready for bed. Looking in the mirror you felt his words echoing relentlessly. You wished he’d know what it was like being chubby. Having to buy new clothes so your underbelly doesn’t poke out. Not being able to wear tight shirts. Or even just the odd rude comments.

Getting into bed you kept imagining Chris in your head. His sculpted body. Bulging biceps. Handsome face. Awful attitude. But also his huge package he would always let freeball in his shorts. His 6”2 frame towered above your 5”6 body.

Half way through the night, you felt a sudden shiver run across your entire body. It was like a cold hand was stroking down your spine. You sat up alarmed and switched on the lamp. There was no one there, just a dimly lit bedroom. Yet, something still seemed off. You noticed a lack of pressure in your lap and looked down. Where you’d have once seen your belly jutting forward into your lap was now a smooth stomach. Jumping out of bed, you b-lined straight for the mirror. Gone was your belly. And love handles. And back rolls. And moobs. You were slim. This was probably the slimmest you’d ever been! You twisted and turned trying to get a better look at yourself. Your feet, which were once obscured, were now completely visible.

What the hell had happened? Then, just like before, a shiver ran down your spine again. This time, it was followed by a vibrating feeling in each of your muscles. You could feel your thighs and calves starting to expand and stretch. It was slightly uncomfortable, almost like you’d been on a run. You watched as they thickened and the grooves of muscle became apparent. Your shorts were feeling smaller and smaller around the legs until they felt smaller everywhere else. It felt like a pop as your ass began to expand outwards with muscle and a healthy layer of fat to make it a bubble butt. Soft to the touch and with a lot of bounce. It was perfectly sculpted. The same happened to your cock as it began to extend. It felt like an erection but it was still flaccid. It pushed out the front of your shorts until you started hearing fabric tearing. The seams were pulling apart.

The growth on your lower half started to slow down. Your legs stopped expanding, ass stoped ballooning, and cock reached a length of 8 inches with significant girth (flaccid)! Then your upper half started experiencing changes. Your stomach was flexing and moving as body fat melted away leaving you lean. Abs appeared slowly as they started to push out. Your pecs began to follow in the steps of your ass as they bulged outwards. Your nipples became erect and sensitive as your pecs became two thick slabs of muscle which were just as bouncy as your ass. They obscured your view of your lower half but you weren’t too bothered to say the least. You were cupping them with your hands and running your fingers over your abs. Muscle started looking into your arms as they inflated. Soon they were big enough to make any shirt difficult to put on without ripping the sleeves. You’d have to invest in more sleeveless shirts or opt to go shirtless from now on. Something you hadn’t done in years.

A cracking sound ran through your spine as your height began to shoot up. Where there was once a 5”6 chubby guy was now a 6”5 muscular Greek god! Your feet followed suit as they grew out to accommodate your new height and weight, stretching from size 7s to an impressive size 15. It might be a lot more difficult to find shoes your size now.

That morning was one of the best you’d had in years. Sure you had to buy new clothes and order new shoes, so for now you’d be bare foot, but you felt amazing. You strode around with pride as you felt huge. People would stare as you passed in amazement. You couldn’t wait to sleep around a bit, something you’d never done before. Things were looking amazing for you! *Ping* You felt your phone go off in your pocket and saw a text from an unknown number. It read, “Please come back, your piggy is hungry 🐽!” At first you were confused but new memories quickly filled in the blanks. It was Chris. Or as he was no known, Chubs.

As you entered his apartment, you could smell sweat and pizza. The hallway was littered with pizza boxes and empty candy wrappers. It was a mess. You made your way through all of the junk towards a room with the door slightly ajar. You could hear moaning, burping, and the occasional wet, sloppy fart. Squeezing your huge build inside, you could finally see what had become of Chris.

See that night, you weren’t the only one to change. You wanted to switch up the dynamic, well your bully certainly got the short straw. Literally. As he slept his apartment changed around him. It became littered with evidence of long sessions of binge eating, dirty plates stacked into every corner. Chris tossed and turned in bed as his height shrank from 6”2 to a measly 5”2. His cock followed suit as his once impressive package shrivelled away and became nothing but a useless nub and a tiny sack of balls which enveloped it. Chris’ tossing and turning became more difficult as a weight in his stomach started pinning him in place. It looked like his stomach was starting to bloat except it didn’t look hard, it was soft. Soft with growing fat. As it expanded all signs of abs were erased. It bulged up and outwards as his belly button became deeper and wider. His pecs began to soften as they started dropping at the sides as he was laying down. Pudge started enveloping across his arms and legs as their strength depleted. As his belly wobbled as it pushed outwards, Chris absentmindedly placed a hand on his growing gut and squeezed and shook it. The wobbling of fat was comforting to him as he stayed asleep throughout.

Now here you were, looking down at a fat 350lbs tub of lard. His jawline was lost in a thick double chin and a scruffy beard as shaving became too tiring for the slobbish Chris. His cheeks were doughy much like the rest of his body. He was definitely obese! There was no way around it, or him for that matter. His laptop was sat atop his belly like it was a table. He couldn’t find his phone as it was wedged under his overhang so had to message you on his Mac. Although a pig, his face was so cute to you as he looked at you with pleading eyes. He was yours. Your very own pig to stuff at both ends. You’d definitely need the muscles for when you flip over that bubbling, farting swine.

Memories filled your head of digging your hands into his soft pudge as your cock penetrated his fat ass. Without you, he wouldn’t make it very far. The man who once tormented you relentlessly would now always rely on you. So, are you ready to stuff this little porker?

Bodyswap, Farts and Wario? My 3 favorite things!

Here’s an art piece I commissioned by the lovely @lucaisonsns of me and Wario swapping bodies!

I also loved chubbier men so I knew I wanted to see what it would look like if we had swapped bodies and looks like both party’s are happy with our new forms haha 🤭

“Chemistry today, Physics tommorow and… physical education tommorow” dread filled Harrison’s face at the revelation that in order to graduate top of his class he’d have to complete his Gym final with a perfect 100%. He did everything right in all 5 of his other classes but one missed point in PE could be enough for him to lose his spot at valedictorian. He knew he had to try his hardest or the past 19 years of his life leading up to this moment would have been wasted. Struggling to carry his book bag was more than enough a sign to him that tommorow was going to be a challenge yet he had no time to stress currently otherwise he’d fail his chem final today.

Sitting at his desk he knew this would be easy and low and behold he’d finished his final in a mere 15 minutes. He made his way out of the classroom now alone in the halls as all the other students struggled with such easy equations. Walking the halls he knew now would be the time to start working on a way to pass his PE test, unsure what would it be. Endurance? Strength? Overall participation. He knew he could t risk it so he figured he’d try and train in all 3. Sprint down the hall to head home he turned the corner to fast a ran splat into a vending machine. He had no former memories of the machine being there yet it was now. His books strung across the floor as he scurried around grabbing them. Picking up the final book he reached down straight towards the bottom of the machine when his gaze met it, a protein bar. Sure it wouldn’t do a ton but even a little extra protein would be a helpful for tomorrow. He grabbed his Captain America lunchbox and pulled out his lunch change as he bought himself 3 protein bars before making his way home.

Upon reaching his house Harrison immediately bit into one of the protein bar noting its woody taste as all the nuts soaked in his mouth. Each bite left him craving more, he’d never had a snack so tasty. Salivating between every bite he chomped down on the bar one last time before immediately feeling a rumbling in his stomach. Harrison excused it as having skipped lunch to buy protein bars. He knew he should’ve been studying but after the feeling the protein bars had left in his mouth he wanted nothing more than to be happy. He had bought a captain America suit once as it was his favorite comic hero and knew he wanted to put it on. As he went to put it on he leaned over and *PFFFTTTT* a little fart had escaped his nerdy little rump. Immediately feeling embarrassed he’d realized nobody was around and quickly forgot as he attempted to put on the suit. It had felt different, he’d worn it many times before yet this time it was harder to get into fully, struggling to squeeze his glutes fully in.

Upon finally squeezing into the suit he looked down at the latex and felt pleasure releasing through his body. He went to go take photos of himself in the suit when he suddenly looked in the mirror to find his hair had changed, now shorter and appearing more bleached. He knew he should’ve been worried about the change but for the life of him couldn’t figure out why he should’ve been worried. Instead he took photos of his suit enjoying the way it hugged his grown chest and pelvic area. He spent the night edging himself in his suit instead of studying figuring he’d just take another protein bar before school.

Upon laying in bed Harrison feel asleep but his body remained awake. Relaxing noxious protein farts often through the night. Upon waking up Harry had realized he’d slept in late and was about to miss whatever exam he’d had planned that morning. He quickly grabbed a bag and his 2 protein bars before sprinting towards the school. Eating one of the bars as he ran he couldn’t help but feel queasy as his stomach started to betray him * Pfffftttttt* he sprinted faster knowing *pfffffffttttt* that there were no *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* bathrooms nearby and that his *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* only chance was making it to school. Upon arriving Harry had completely forgotten about his exam as he spent more time trying to remember where the bathroom was. *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT* Harry let out a giant 30 second fart as he sighed relief thinking it was all over. He hurriedly grabbed his bag and check his schedule to find he was supposed to be going to a physics exam. He walked around the campus finding the lecture hall before taking a seat. “Harrison you’re 10 minutes late I’m afraid I can’t allow you to take the final. You will receive a 0 in its score”. Harry looked at the man confused as to why he’d even show up if the man wouldn’t allow him to attempt it anyway. Harry turned around before lifting his leg *BRAAAAAAPPPPPPP* releasing a huge wet fart inside the lecture hall. He immediately stormed out deciding he might as well head to the gym and begin practicing early. He wasn’t even mad he couldn’t remember a single thing about physics anyway. He made his way to the locker room where he started looking at himself in the mirror admiring all his muscles

He couldn’t recall when he’d gotten so big but he knew it seemed right. He’d never been too bright instead he’d always been a dumb jock bro… yea that seemed correct. He stood up flexing his muscles whilst eating his last protein bar. Immediately feeling the same rumbling feeling as before he let out a huge 45 second wet fart *BBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP* before smirking in the mirror. He headed out towards the field ready for his exam. Upon reaching the field he’d found that only the coach stood there. “Ah Harrison looks like my plan worked, you found the protein bars I’d put into the vending machine” Harry stared at the coach with some confusion *pfffrt* “ every time you ate one of those bars you become dumber. More jock like. More ready to become on of my star athletes.” Harry tried his best to understand what the coach was saying but couldn’t for the life of him remember any words mentioned 3 seconds earlier. The coach grabbed Harry and brought him inside showing him the mirror. “Look at yourself boy, yesterday you were a nerd. Looked over by all and full of yourself thinking you were smarter than everyone”

“Now look at yourself, you a huge muscle beast with an ass the size off 2 basketballs. Every time you farted your ass grew as your iq shrank. You’ve become the perfect malleable jock for me” Harry perked his head the side as he locked eyes with the coach. Yea that was right, he belonged to the coach and wanted nothing more than to please him. Coach was right he was just a dumb gassy gay jock now built to please coach and show up his smelly little dump truck between games. Gone were the days on that dweeb Harrison, now it was all Harry the Meathead.

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Hipe you enjoyed the story, it’s been sitting there for a while so figured I’d get it done now!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dude."

"S-sorry."

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

"Wh-what?"

"Apologizing."

"S-sorry?"

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

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

"Tristan."

"Freshman?"

"Y-yeah."

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

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

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

"I really don't need..."

"Yeah, you do."

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

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

"Yeah. I do."

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

"You like?"

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

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

"Good, glad you like it."

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

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

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

"What?"

Tristan immediately looked away, "Nothing."

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

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

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

"It's not..."

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

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

"You'll do."

"What are you...?"

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

"I need this, bro." Ryan said.

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

"You want this, don't you?"

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

"There we go, bro."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah! Oh god, my chest!"

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

"Ryan... fuck..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stretch and Fatso had already found a couple of fleshies to spend their night in, Stinky however, wasn’t having as much luck finding the perfect bone bag to use. Not thinking of it earlier, he decided to go the local gym to check out what was available there. He hovered invisibly above the few men that were still pumping away on the equipment, when he spotted his prize.

Jeremy, a 20 year old college guy, was in the corner of the room lifting weights, focused on his large biceps flexing each time he pulled up the weight. Stinky flew down to get a closer look at the young hunk that wreaked of sweat, Stinky inhaled deeply and became extremely aroused. Although he wanted to take over Jeremy right then and there, he knew he had to wait to get him alone. Stinky impatiently waited as one by one the other men in the gym left to go home as closing time approached. After a half hour, Jeremy was the only one left and started heading towards the changing room. Stinky got excited and couldn’t wait much longer to take control of the hunks body.

Jeremy went over to his locker and began to take off his shirt. Stinky stared in awe at his toned body and perfect pecs. He then started removing his shorts, revealing a huge bulge held in a white jock that made Stinky drool. “I can’t wait to play with that” Stinky thought to himself. As Jeremy turned, Stinky got a glimpse of his nice firm ass that was still wet with sweat, he couldn’t resist swooping down and taking a big sniff of it, which made him wild. He couldn’t wait any longer. Jeremy began to move his hands towards his jock to remove it when stinky said “What are you doing with those?”

“What? Who said that?” Jeremy looked around the empty room confused. As he turned head back from looking behind him, Stinky had turned visible and was right in front of him.

“Me!” Stinky yelled.

Jeremy didn’t even have time to let a scream out before Stinky exhaled his rotten breath into Jeremy’s face, making him fall back into the lockers and become dazed.

Stinky moved down to eye level with the young jock now on the floor.

“Open wide!” Stinky said excitedly as Jeremy’s eyes and mouth opened widely in terror.

Stinky pushed his head into Jeremy’s mouth and started down his throat. Jeremy was thrashing around the floor as he watched Stinky’s body disappear into his mouth, unable to make a sound as his tongue was pressed to the bottom of his mouth as Stinky squeezed his way through.

“Almost in,” Stinky said as he wiggled the last of his tail into Jeremy’s mouth as it closed behind it.

Jeremy stopped thrashing as Stinky got adjusted into the body and took over.

Stinky opened his new set of eyes and lifted his head to look down at his new body for the night.

“This will do just fine,” he said with a chuckle.

He got up and walked over to a mirror on the wall, he looked at the hunky body up and down, and realized he hadn’t taken the jock off yet to see what was hidden beneath. His new dick became hard just thinking about it, he started to pull the jock down over his now fully erect 9” cock, which bounced up when it was finally free.

“Holy shit!” Stinky said in amazement, “I’m gonna get really lucky tonight!”

Once the jock was off, he brought them up to his face and started to stroke his rock hard cock. The smell of the sweaty jock drove Stinky wild. He beat his cock faster and faster as he felt every nook and cranny of his toned body. He took one last long whiff of the jock, before he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Fuck I’m gonna blow” Stinky yelled, bringing his cock close to the mirror, letting it explode all over it. A mass of cum squirted out, as Stinky moaned in complete pleasure.

“Damn you had a lot of cum held up in here fleshie” he said as he looked down at the mess on the mirror. “Wonder how it tastes” Stinky said as he bent down and began licking the studs juice off of the mirror.

“Shit that was amazing, Im gonna need much more of that before the night is through.” Stinky walked over to the hunk’s locker, putting on the sweaty clothes Jeremy had just taken off minutes before, “wanna keep this man stink on me for sure” laughed Stinky. He dug around Jeremy’s bag to look for his phone.

“Let’s have some fun shall we,” Stinky said with a big grin opening Jeremy’s phone up to see that he had Grindr downloaded and on the home screen.

To be continued…

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