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(Valentines Special written for @tf-lover)

Dane’s sleeping body rolled in the comfort of the soft embrace of his bed. The sheets and mattress so perfectly sculpted to give him the most exquisite sleeping experience every single night. All thanks to his boyfriend who’d built it with a mixture of magic and his own handy craftsman skills to create the perfect bed. His boyfriend of whom would usually be cuddled up beside him with an arm around Dane’s muscled torso to keep the pair close as they slept. Only this morning was different.

As Dane slowly began to stir, his eyes flickered open to the dimly lit bedroom he’d all but grown accustomed to by now. Like always it was early sunrise when he awoke. The strong orange glow of early morning light teeming in from the window that always seemed to illuminate the ornate looking room in a way that made it feel even more majestic. Of course Dane knew that it wasn’t really sunrise though. Not here. In Wavell’s handmade pocket dimension where his mansion resided. No it was simply an illusion to give off the impression of sunrise in a dimension where time is rendered null. But that didn’t make it any less beautiful.

Naturally however. The waking hunk couldn’t help but notice the absence of a warm body pressing against him from behind. The lack of a mature man embracing him with his love. Sure it wasn’t the first time Wavell had gotten out of bed before Dane had awoken but it certainly wasn’t a common occurrence. Especially knowing how much his dashing boyfriend adored to cuddle him and watch lovingly as he slept.

After an extra couple of minutes soaking up the warmth and comfort of the bed, Dane finally sat up with a long stretch that showcased not only the impressive size of his arms but also the thickness of his lats. By now it was like he was an effortless model, always looking gorgeous no matter what he did. A case that’s only further strengthened as he tosses the bedsheets aside to reveal his almost naked body that’s covered only by a tight jockstrap. Showcasing a powerful physique that could make almost anyone swoon with adoration.

With a flick of his wrist and a puff of glimmering gold smoke, a fresh pair of clothes materialised onto Dane’s body. A trick that he’d long since picked up from Wavell since gaining his own magical powers. A soft blue t-shirt top that did nicely to showcase the shelf of muscle on his chest as well as a pair of tight black shorts that displayed not only his bulky legs but also his shapely bubble ass and notable bulge. All while still being able to make out the jockstrap underneath. The type of clothes he’d gotten more than accustomed to since being gifted this body. One that he was proud to show off at any opportunity.

It didn’t take long for Dane to find his handsome boyfriend after heading downstairs. Especially when his nose caught the scent of a delicious aroma being exuded from the kitchen. He couldn’t help being drawn to it when of course he happened upon Wavell who’d been whipping the pair of them up a couple of pancakes, humming to himself as he did so.

“Mmmm… that smells delicious babe!” Dane complimented before coming up behind Wavell and rubbing his shoulders gently. “All handmade today huh?” He added upon noticing the eggs and milk sat on the counter beside Wavell, signaling that the warlock had gone through the effort to make pancakes the old fashioned way rather than just using his magic to whip them up. “What’s the occasion?”

Wavell continued to hum softly as he placed another freshly made pancake on one of the two plates beside him. “Well my love…” he began as he placed the pan back down on the stove. “It’s been 842 days since we met. Over two years. It’s hard to believe we’ve spent that much time together. It’s all just… flown by hasn’t it?” Wavell turned to face Dane with a loving smile as he placed his hands on the other man’s hips.

“Well. Time sure does fly when you’re always having fun.” Dane responded as he leant in for a kiss, pressing his plump lips against Wavell’s in a beautiful display of affection. A kiss that was sweet and driven only by love and not by the varying levels of lust that usually took hold when they made out. Though as the kiss deepened, Dane’s hand couldn’t help exploring his boyfriend’s body a little until it found its way to Wavell’s backside. Soon after earning a pleasant little grunt from Wavell as Dane gently squeezed one of his cheeks through those tight suit pants. “And I’ve loved every second of it.”

Wavell’s eyes swiftly traced over Dane’s body. “As have I.” He allowed his hands to slide up towards Dane’s chest where he took a moment to admire his boyfriends broad and thick pecs as they never failed to fill out any shirt or tank top he wore. “And, if memory serves, it was October 26th when we met, meaning that today would be the third Valentine’s Day since our coming together.”

It was only then that Dane noticed the shape of the pancakes Wavell had been cooking. They were almost all heart shaped. “Our third Valentines? Wow… I can’t believe you've been keeping track so well. Being in this world so often and then popping up in the real world at any time we like has made me lose my sense of passing time a little.” He couldn’t help but notice a warm feeling in his chest at the small but sweet gesture.

“Well I have quite a big brain that allows me to keep sense of these things.” Wavell admitted half jokingly as he picked up the two plates full of pancakes. “Shall we?” He placed both plates on the table across from one another before using a snap of his fingers to adorn the table with a wide array of pancake toppings and spreads for them to use.

The pair smiled as they sat and began the delicious meal Wavell had prepared. Wasting no time at all with digging in and enjoying every bite. All the while chatting as they ate like usual. Always happy to simply enjoy one another’s company. Even as Dane stuffed his mouth like a bit of an animal, a trait he’d seemed to have picked up after being transformed by Wavell. The latter of whom didn’t mind one bit, finding it amusing as he used a knife and fork to eat his own pancakes. After all he knew he’d be eating it just the same as Dane had he not been in his more mature and sophisticated body.

“Since it’s technically Valentines, I thought I’d do something special for the two of us. And I’m not talking about the pancakes.” Wavell commented before taking another bite from one of his heart shaped pancakes, this one topped with a delicious golden syrup.

“Oh? And what else do you have in mind?” Dane queried.

Wavell allowed that signature smirk of his cross his face. “You’ll see.”

Now having had his interest piqued, Dane was more eager than ever to finish up his delicious breakfast to see what his lover had in store for him. Wolfing down pancake after pancake until he finally got to the bottom. He was in for a pleasant and cute little surprise when he found that the last pancake on his plate was shaped exactly like Wavell’s face down to the last details. Food art at its finest. Though it was at this point Wavell had to admit he might’ve used a teensy bit of magic for that one. Before then moments later revealing that his last pancake was also shaped like Dane’s face, much to the hunk’s amusement.

Eventually the pair finished up their meal. Plates clean of food at last leaving them both satisfied. And so Wavell cleaned the table with a wave of his hand, cleaning everything and returning it to its proper places.

“Ready for your present?” Wavell winked as the two got up from the table.

“Absolutely I am!”

Wavell gently took Dane’s hand in his before guiding him out of the Kitchen. They exited into the large main hall where the mansion’s biggest staircase was located as well as the large front door that led out into the violet void of the pocket dimension. But they headed towards neither of those as Wavell took Dane towards the somewhat imposing door across the room which took them down towards the basement. Dane had been down there many times. Wavell had sculpted it perfectly for magic training with all its different rooms. He even kept a lot of his miscellaneous magic items and equipment stored away down there. That said Dane couldn’t help but wonder what his mystical boyfriend was taking him down to see.

The couple easily navigated through the basement hallways, passing room after room until they finally reached one nearer the back end of the basement. One that Dane had hardly even noticed before, let alone been inside. His mind fluttered through the possibilities. What could Wavell possibly be hiding in there for him? Thankfully he didn’t need to wonder for long as Wavell reached for the handle and pushed open the door.

What Dane was met with was one of the most gorgeous rooms he’d ever seen. It was reminiscent of a fancy high end hotel room only instead of the more professional white and grey tones, the room was filled with colour. Most of the furniture being dipped in a scarlet red tone with golden accents to really make them pop. The floor was carpeted with softest lilac wool as a similar golden colour spun throughout it to create all sorts of eye-catching patterns. Even the hemming of the violet bed sheets black pillows adorned that very same gold as they did their best to cover the enormous king sized bed near the end of the room. Everything seemed impossibly regal. From the exquisitely crafted night stands and dressing table, blessed with all sorts of artists patterns, to the delicate design the frames fitted to each of the many mirrors around the room. Even the lights had more of a gentle hue to them allowing for a soothing and relaxed atmosphere.

Wavell squeezed Dane’s hand as he pulled him inside the room. The couple took off their shoes by the door before making their way through the room. Dane couldn’t help twisting and turning his head as he admired every inch of it. Even as Wavell sat down on the bed, Dane was hesitant to do the same for a moment just because of how neat and perfect the sheets looked. When he did, all he could was take a deep breath as he drank in the sight of the room. It was like it’d be taken straight from a modern day palace.

“Wow… Chris, this is gorgeous…” Dane praised Wavell by his first name. Something he didn’t often do.

Wavell rubbed Dane’s hand gently. “I had to give us a perfect setting for your gift didn’t I?”

At this point Dane couldn’t even begin to think of what his boyfriend had in store for him. Why would he go through the effort of creating this special room for it all? It had to be something good.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense. What amazing gift do you have for me?” Dane shuffled closer to the suited man beside him. Their eyes meeting in a romantic gaze that captivated both men. All Dane wanted to do right now was jump onto Wavell’s lap and smoother that beautiful bastard with love.

“Very well, my love.” Wavell cupped Dane’s face in his hand for a moment before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Seconds later he turned his attention towards two large double doors that seemingly led into a walk-in closet for the room. He pursed his lips before whistling towards it. “Come on out boys!” He commanded.

Not a moment later, the doors to the walk-in closet opened from the inside and two men emerged from within. Dane’s eyes widened as they stepped out. They were both incredibly hunky and handsome men sure but that wasn’t the reason he was surprised. Rather it was because he recognised them immediately!

“Wait that’s-” Dane began.

“The other two men we planted my magic inside when looking for potential matches to become my new body.” Wavell was quick to finish Dane’s sentence with a smirk on his face.

Both men walked up the foot of the bed with a dazed expression on their faces. Dane didn't even need to ask. He knew Wavell must’ve flooded their minds with hypnotic magic.

The one on the left was Ched if memory served. And he was a huge specimen indeed. Standing at an incredible 6’5 while still having managed to pack on some insane muscle mass. An incredibly wide back that made it so he had to go through many doors at an angle. Chiselled pecs that were almost impossible to hide under any shirt or tank top. And of course his ridiculously massive arms that never failed to steal the show in any pictures he took. To most men he seemed like a giant. And to top it off he sported a handsome face able to captivate almost anyone alongside an almost perfect complexion that graced his rich brown skin. In many ways he’d won the genetic lottery. Being blessed with not only a body capable of growing to such an absurd size but also having what seemed to be an equally absurd package between his legs. Baggy clothes did well to camouflage it but it was clear Ched was very well endowed.

Then on the right was Ryder. Not many men still stood out when placed next to someone like Ched but fortunately Ryder was certainly one that could. He might not have been quite as tall as Ched, standing at a still very respectable 5’11 but he certainly made up for that in other ways. Every part of his body was thick with juicy, squeezable muscle. His pecs and biceps being built on a strong foundation of muscle before being thickened up even further by a subtle layer of healthy fat. Ched might’ve had a slight edge on Ryder in most departments but it could be said without a shadow of a doubt that Ryder absolutely had that fatter ass between the two. Having two thick bouncy globes that jiggled at the slightest touch. And to top it off it was covered in a gorgeous layer of fur! His whole body was! Dark manly body hair covering every inch of his thick muscular form in glorious fashion. And to top it off he too was blessed with an irresistibly handsome face that was coated in an incredibly thick and perfectly sculpted beard. The likes of which any man would be jealous of. He was epitome of a hairy muscle daddy while still retaining a sense of youth in his aura.

Both men seemed equally as perfect in their own ways. And to think either of them could’ve potentially been Wavell’s current body was mind boggling. When Dane had originally tracked down these men in search of bodies that were potentially viable candidates for Wavell’s soul and magic, he couldn’t help feeling excited to see how hunky they all were. But since learning that Ched and Ryder weren’t perfect matches unlike Chris and Kyle, he never expected the former pair to ever show up at the mansion!? Yet here they were!

“What is this babe?” Dane asked curiously as he felt his cock starting to grow stiff at the sight of the two hunks. “You turned them into our love slaves or something?” He placed a hand on Wavell’s thigh and rubbed it softly while glancing between his boyfriend and the studs before them. “So they can serve us with their handsome bodies. Or maybe become our sexy butlers?”

Wavell returned a knowing glance. “Not exactly. I had something else in mind actually.” Wavell said as he stood up from the bed and made his way over towards Ched and Ryder. “As I’m sure you remember, these two had my magic implanted inside them back when we were searching for my new body. Unfortunately these two didn’t sync up perfectly; however they’re still extremely close.”

Dane tilted his head slightly in confusion . “Okay? What’re you getting at here?”

“Let me put it this way. When I try to possess an ordinary person, I can only possess that person for so long and after that it would be dangerous for their bodies if I were to try and possess them again.” He explained while tracing a hand across one of Ched’s pecs. “These two however are a little different. I may still not be able to possess their bodies for a long time however, with them both being such close matches, I should be able to possess them as many times as I like. As long as I leave their bodies long enough to allow them to recover, I could in theory keep possessing them with zero repercussions.” Wavell proceeded to run a hand through Ryder’s beard, shuddering at the feeling of it.

“Wait so… you’re saying you can take their bodies whenever you want?”

“Essentially yes.” Wavell stood between the two studs, wrapping his arms around both of them. “And you can too. Your magic is very similar to my own in the way it functions after all. You should have no problem taking their bodies.”

Upon hearing that Dane’s eyes lit up with excitement. Ever since becoming… well Dane, he’d never considered the possibility of being able to change his body again. Even temporarily. It wasn’t something that’d bother him too much considering how much of a hunk Wavell had made him when he was given this body but the idea of trying something new for awhile certainty had him riled up.

“I figured that since it’s Valentine’s Day, we could have a little fun in some different bodies. We haven’t celebrated it before so it’d be a fun way to start don’t you think?” Wavell smirked before giving both Ched and Ryder an audible slap on the ass.

Dane got up from the bed and marvelled at the two specimens before him. He was beyond excited and Wavell could tell as much by the visible tent in his shorts. Eyes scanning over both bodies as his mind scrambled to come up with a multitude of different ways they could use these bodies for some fun.

“So how about it my love? Which of them do you want t-” Wavell didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before Dane jumped in.

“Ched! I want Ched!” He didn’t even give it a second thought. In seconds Dane was at Ched’s side feeling up the hunk’s dark muscle with a glimmer in his eyes. Sure he thought Ryder was hot as fuck as well but there was just something about Ched that’d always captivated him from moment he first laid eyes on the man. And even now, despite being rather large and well built himself, Dane still found himself having to look up to meet Ched’s gaze. “I need his body.” Dane added with a hungry desire in his voice.

“Someone’s enthusiastic.” Wavell chuckled as he watched Dane rub his hands along Ched’s massive figure. “In that case it’s decided. You can be Ched.” Wavell turned towards Ryder who, like Ched, stood still as a statue, eyes glazed and staring off into the distance. “Seems like you’ll have the pleasure of being my host today, big boy.” He groped Ryder’s hairy ass before giving him a slap on the back. The entranced hunk seemingly unfazed by it all.

Dane turned to Wavell enthusiastically. “So how are we doing this exactly? Is there a certain method we need to do to take their bodies or…?”

“Not at all. You can take him however you desire. Just draw on your power as you always do and use it to take him. It should come to you naturally.” Wavell encouraged.

“Okay… if you say so.” Dane trusted his boyfriend as always. Following such Dane took a few steps back into the centre of the room after commanding Ched to follow him. Ched immediately did as he was told thanks to Wavell’s magic making him completely subservient.

Now with a little more free space, Dane took a deep breath. He scanned the hunky body before him one last time before closing his eyes. A golden glow began to surround his body as Dane tapped into his power. Pulling on those familiar strings in his mind as he conducted it to the surface. He’d never done anything like this before so the process took a little longer than usual as Dane struggled to focus his magic in the correct way. But Wavell had taught him well and soon enough Dane opened his eyes once more. He grabbed the sides of Ched’s head and hoped this would work before crashing his lips against Ched’s.

Wavell looked on curiously. For a moment he wasn’t sure if Dane was gonna be able to pull it off. Though just as he thought about stepping in to lend his lover a hand, Dane’s golden aura began to swirl around both himself and Ched. Wavell stepped back again with a grin. “Looks like he won’t need my help after all.”

The golden energy that once surrounded Dane dispersed from his body in a whirlwind. As it did, Ched and Dane’s kiss finally broke apart. Not by choice but rather because their souls were forcing their way out of their mouths. Ched’s soul displaying a standard blueish colour while Dane’s soul adorned a shimmering yellow similar to that of his golden magic. Their souls were quickly picked up by the whirlwind. Being spun around at a rapid speed as their bodies stood lifelessly below with their mouths hanging agape. That is until the whirlwind suddenly thrust their soul back down, only this time forcing Dane’s soul into Ched’s mouth and vice versa.

As soon as this was done, the whirlwind of magic began to settle. Only instead of returning itself to Dane’s body where it came from, the magic instead poured itself into Ched. Flowing into his massive body enthusiastically as Ched’s body soon gained the very same Golden aura that Dane’s once had before it slowly settled down. It was done.

Dane blinked his eyes and immediately was met with a disorienting sight. Looking down he not only saw the face he’d called his own for over two years now staring up at him hypnotically but he also couldn’t help noticing the huge black pecs he now adorned!

“H-holy fuck…” Dane muttered, hearing Ched’s voice escape his lips for the first time. His new larger hands instantly flying up towards his chest to feel his new pecs as if to confirm they were real. To confirm the dark brown skin that decorated them was actually his own. He did the same as he flexed his arms, watching as his newfound colossal biceps bulged with an obscene amount of size and power. “HOLY FUCK!” Sure his previous body had been buff… but this? This was a whole other level!

“WAVELL! IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY WORKED!” Dane shouted in excitement as he turned to his boyfriend who now seemed noticeably shorter thanks to his newfound height. “I’M CHED! IM FUCKING CHED!” He laughed as he said it, hardly being able to believe it himself. But it was true. The original Ched’s soul now resides in Dane’s former white body while Dane himself now got to enjoy the spoils of this new black hunky body. And he couldn’t be more excited!!

“It would seem that way my love.” Wavell smiled, not being able to help rubbing his own bulge a little at the sight of Dane checking out his new body. This is exactly what he’d hoped for when he came up with this plan. “Are you satisfied?” He asked, though he already knew the answer.

Dane looked at him with an amused look. “Satisfied? I’m fucking ecstatic!” He beamed, hands not being able to stop groping his new form. His movements becoming more sexual and seductive by the second the more he touched himself. So much so that his new cock swiftly began to engorge, becoming impossible to hide its jaw dropping size. “I know I was big before but now I’m enormous!” Dane exclaimed as his hand very quickly slid down towards his crotch before gripping his new dick tightly through Ched’s pants. “I’m… enormous.” He repeated with a dumb grin as his cock continued to grow stiffer, gradually showcasing its massive size.

“That you are. No doubt about that.” Wavell licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that monster. He then turned his attention to Ryder who’s been standing idly like a good slave this whole time. “But now I’d say it’s my turn to have a little fun. Wouldn’t you agree Ryder?”

“Yes. Sir.” Ryder responded in an almost robotic fashion.

Dane nodded in agreement. “Mmmhmm. Get inside that thick hairy body babe.”

Wavell didn’t need to be told twice. Originally he’d considered possessing Ryder as he would be able to do that for a longer period of time without any risk. But after seeing Dane do a full switch with Ched, Wavell couldn’t help himself. Sure he wouldn’t be able to do a full switch for longer than about 12 hours before having to go back to his real body but that would be more than enough time to have some fun.

Without another word, Wavell positioned himself behind Ryder with a smirk as he looked down at the perfectly shaped bubble butt the hairy hunk displayed in those tight slutty gym shorts. Then, without warning, Wavell yanked down the shorts to reveal the jockstrap Ryder had hidden underneath. In turn giving Wavell a full view of his thick hairy backside, framed by the jockstrap. Though Dane’s eyes couldn’t help but widen for a different reason. Ryder’s bulge. He somehow hadn’t noticed it before but Ryder had a massive bulge in his jock! Maybe even the same size as Ched’s monster cock!

“Holy fuck! He’s hung as well!?” Dane questioned.

Wavell glanced up at Dane while he unbuckled his belt. “Of course he is. Don’t you remember the present I gave him the last time we met him after I gave his body a test drive?” Wavell responded.

As he did it quickly came flooding back to Dane. He did remember. Shortly after Wavell had first possessed Ryder’s body to plant his magic inside the man, Wavell gave him a sort of consolation prize. He’d used a bit of cheeky magic to grow Ryder’s fairly average dick into a much longer and fatter cock with heavier balls to match.

“Thanks to me he’s now in a similar league to us.” Wavell laughed as he unzipped his suit pants and fished out his own hefty dick. One that Dane knew all too well by this point. Wavell’s heavy eleven incher that could always be bigger if he desired. And now he was giving it a few strokes to get it nice and hard while lining it up with Ryder’s hairy hole. It quickly became clear that Wavell was planning on using a far different method to swap.

Wavell made sure to stroke his dick for a good few moments until it was fully stiff and ready to plunge into any hole. But before pressing inside Ryder, Wavell muttered a few magical incantations under his breath. As he did his cock began to glow with his signature purple magic. Dane watched on in wonder as his boyfriend’s cock continued to glow until suddenly… SLAM! Wavell thrust is cock fully inside Ryder’s ass, causing the hypnotised hunk to howl out in pain at the sudden invasion.

That howl of pain however would quickly turn to a long and deep groan of immense pleasure. Wavell groaned along with Ryder in unison as his spell took hold. Wavell could feel it already. His soul was being sucked out through his very cock and being deposited directly inside Ryder’s body. It was almost like having a massive spiritual orgasm. And in doing so Wavell could feel himself fast losing control of his real body as his soul was drained inside Ryder’s ass where it began to fill up the hairy stud’s body instead. But of course as Wavell’s soul was filling out Ryder’s body, Ryder’s soul was being forced out through his mouth until it was just a glowing blue orb floated around the two. Naturally it was pulled towards Wavell’s now vacant body, but it didn’t enter through Wavell’s mouth. No, that'd be too easy. Instead Ryder’s soul was drawn to the only place it knew where to enter a body. An ass. It found itself floating around behind Wavell and slipping down the back of his suit pants. Seconds later Ryder’s soul was forcing its way into Wavell’s body through the warlock’s pert ass cheeks and tight hole.

The world around him was blurry for a moment but soon everything began to focus as Wavell regained his senses. Immediately Wavell felt heavier. Similar to how he felt whoever he transformed into his Kyle body. Thick with hefty muscle. But as he glanced down he saw that he was covered in a forest of dense fur that spread across his new malleable pecs, down his stomach and towards his crotch. He would’ve been more captivated by it all had he not been so distracted by the feeling of a massive fucking cock stretching his asshole!

Wavell whipped his head around to see none other than his former handsome body, now piloted by Ryder with a dumb grin on his face, keeping his new cock buried inside Wavell’s new hole. It seemed like the slave was enjoying the euphoria of being swapped into Wavell’s body. Not that the warlock could blame him.

“Ryder. Would you kindly remove that cock from my ass.” Wavell asked, enjoying the gentle yet still masculine tone of his newfound voice.

“O-oh. Yes. My apologies sir.” Ryder responded before slowly pulling himself out. Allowing what was once Wavell’s dick to slide steadily out of his master’s hole. All the while Wavell couldn’t help but moan until the fat head finally popped out.

Now free at last, Wavell turns to face Ryder with a grin. “Woof. So that’s what my cock feels like in someone else’s ass.” He chuckled with selfish admiration. “No wonder you’ve always been such a cum slut for me Dane.” Wavell teased as he glanced over his shoulder at Dane who’d already whipped out his fat new cock and had been jerking it as he watched the scene unfold. “Now. Be a good boy Ryder and play with your giant new Wavell dick in the corner while my boyfriend and I have some fun in our new bodies. Okay?” Wavell ordered politely as he gave his former body a pat on the cheek.

Ryder didn’t respond, only nodding enthusiastically before scampering off into the corner of the room. Wasting no time in gripping his cock and jerking it obsessively. Making Wavell’s real body look like a mindless wanker with dick for brains. Making a complete fool of Wavell’s body as his eyes rolled back while he stuck out his tongue like an idiot. Only thinking about pumping and cumming.

“Well. Now that he’s occupied we can finally get down t-MMMMmmmpfffff!” Wavell was swiftly cut off as Dane forced his plump new lips against Wavell’s. Though shocked, Wavell quickly gave in to the kiss, allowing Dane’s lips to encroach on his however they pleased. In the process allowing his thick hairy body to press against Dane’s hard muscle. Their new bodies quickly became intertwined with one another as they wrapped their arms around each other. Wavell even wrapped one of his legs around Dane.

“Sorry.” Dane apologised as the two finally parted. “I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so horny and you just look so… fuckable.” There was an almost predatory glare in Dane’s eye as he said that last word. However the look quickly vanished as he realised his wording could’ve been taken the wrong way. “Not that you’re not always fuckable! It’s just… these bodies. They’re sooo exciting.”

Wavell laughed it off. “No worries. I know what you meant my love. And I don’t blame you.” Wavell took a moment to truly drink in his new body. Adoring just how furry it was. All of his juicy new muscle being given a healthy coating of manly body hair that only made it more erotic to squeeze his pecs are run a hand over his massive shoulders. Sure his real body had its own fair share of body hair but this was a whole new level. And the beard. Fuck. Wavell thought his facial hair had been perfect before but now he was starting to rethink that stance. Ryder’s beard was so perfectly full and dense. Sculpted immaculately to the shape of his face. It was as though he’d been blessed with the beard genetics of a Greek god. “I feel extra fuckable myself honestly.” Wavell added as he glanced over his shoulder to get a small glimpse of his fat new bubble ass as it spilled over the straps of his jock.

The couple couldn’t help turning their attention to the many mirrors in the room. After stealing such hot new bodies, admiring their new reflections was a must. Dane of course was the most taken aback. Sure they both had new and different bodies but Dane was an entirely different race! There were so many subtle differences in both his face and body that were unique to that of a black man. And he adored it! Dane had even admitted to Wavell a couple of times that he’d frequently wondered what it would be like to experience being someone of another race and now he could! It was because of this that Wavell wasn’t too surprised when Dane picked Ched to be his host body for the experience. An enormous hunky black man? How could Dane resist? Not to mention one that was already hung without any kind of magical enhancement.

Wavell still very much enjoyed checking himself out as well however. He was so used to being a sophisticated mature daddy the majority of the time, who occasionally turns into a hunky meathead, that becoming this gorgeous hairy muscle slut was quite the change. He tossed off the tank top he had on so that he stood in nothing but the deliciously tight jockstrap before pivoting on the spot. Allowing for him to get a good view of his new form from every angle in the mirror. And as he did he couldn’t help but act sluttier and sluttier by the second. Maybe it was the influence of the body but soon enough Wavell found himself full on shimmying his hips as he spun around, emphasising his ass in the reflection as much as possible. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, he practically started twerking at the mirror! Watching with glee as his hairy ass shook.

During his slutty little stunt, Wavell couldn’t help noticing Dane’s captivated gaze. Yet all this did was spur Wavell on. Soon enough the all powerful warlock found himself twerking, shimmying and hip thrusting his way over towards Dane with some of the sluttiest dance moves imaginable. Trying his absolute best to captivate his boyfriend and, judging by how rock solid Dane’s erection felt when Wavell began rubbing his ass cheeks against it, he’d guess he was pretty successful.

“Ufff. I don’t know what it is about this body but my ass feels so damn hungry!” Wavell exclaimed while grinding his fuzzy cheeks against Dane’s crotch. “It’s like this hole just craves cock my love…” he went on.

Dane was silent for a moment. Like he was processing the pure amount of raw lust and desire he was feeling right now. Allowing his massive dick to slowly begin to seep precum as Wavell rubbed it between his ass. Until finally… it boiled over.

Without warning, Dane grabbed Wavell’s hips with an iron grip causing the other man to yelp slightly with surprise. “Well babe… luckily for you I have a giant cock that’s just begging to be drilled into a tight horny hole.” Dane murmured while biting his lip with anticipation. His leaking dick brushing against Wavell’s entrance like a threat.

“Sounds like a match made in heaven to me.” Wavell winked. And before he knew it Dane was spinning him around before picking him up with ease, causing the hairy hunk to instinctively wrap his thick legs around Dane’s waist. Their lips swiftly locking together once again in a fiery passion as Dane walked them back towards the bed.

Wavell soon found himself being tossed onto the soft mattress as Dane wasted no time crawling on top of him and pinning him down underneath his superior size. Before they knew it Dane was spreading Wavell’s legs before pressing his face into the warlock's borrowed hairy hole. Feasting on it out like an animal as Wavell grabbed the back of his head and made sure to stuff it as deep between his cheeks as possible.

“Oooooh yesss my love! Eat my fat hungry ass!” Wavell cooed as Dane thrusted his tongue in as deep as it could possibly go, causing the all powerful spell caster to throw his head back in sheer ecstasy. So much so that Wavell couldn’t help tugging his jockstrap to the side and allowing the fat ten inch cock he’d bestowed upon Ryder to spring free. Not being able to help gripping his thick manhood tight and jerking it off.

Dane’s eyes darted up towards Wavell’s dick. He narrowed them slightly as he drank in just how huge it was. With that he gave Wavell’s hole one last lick before pulling away and looking down at his boyfriend from above with a somewhat snide look on his face.

“Your new dick looks just as big as mine huh?” Dane mumbled.

Wavell smiled and laughed. “Is that a problem?”

Dane was silent for a moment as a devious grin plastered itself across his face. Looking down at his own thick black cock and then back towards Wavell’s equally massive one. “In fact… it is.” With that Dane pushed Wavell’s hand out of the way as he slipped his own meaty fingers around Wavell’s dick.

Seconds later a golden glow began to surround both Dane’s hand and the cock it was holding. Wavell’s body lurched slightly as he felt Dane’s magic flowing through him. His dick began to twitch uncontrollably as Dane forced it to transform. He already knew what his boyfriend was doing but he just had to see it. Looking down as he watched his ten inch cock gradually begin to shrink. Reducing down to nine inches, then eight, seven, six… Inch after inch of length disappearing before his eyes as its girth quickly followed suit. Dane refused to let go until Wavell’s cock had shrunk all the way down to a measly three inches hard.

Yet Wavell didn’t seem worried in the slightest. In fact… he looked as though he enjoyed it! Looking hornier than ever after getting to see his giant dick shrunk down into a little nub compared to Dane’s.

“Is that better my love? Me having a tiny dick that’s nothing compared to your monster?”

“Much better.” Dane stated with a satisfied smile.

The two lent in for another kiss, Wavell’s thick beard rubbing against Dane’s. Not an entirely unfamiliar feeling but still unique with these new bodies nonetheless. And as their lips collided, Wavell continued to jerk his tiny dick with two fingers while Dane lined his pulsing member up with the hairy hole below.

Refusing to give any kind of warning, Dane pulled Wavell’s legs up until his feet were resting on Dane’s shoulders before immediately thrusting his cock deep into Wavell’s ass causing the latter the moan into their kiss. Those moans only grew needier by the second as Dane continued to push deeper and deeper. Wavell could hardly contain himself, feeling that steel rod of a dick inch itself further inside his hole. Filling him up so completely. Finally letting out a sigh of both pleasure and relief when he felt Dane’s balls finally tapping against his ass, having buried his cock completely.

From there Dane held nothing back. He had the kind of body he’d always dreamt of having and he was going to use it. He knew from their hundreds of sexual endeavours that Wavell was capable of taking absurd amounts of dick when he wanted to so Dane didn’t go easy. Starting by swiftly pulling his member back until it was almost out of his lover's hole before thrusting it back in with twice the force.

At last Wavell was forced to break the kiss. A roar of pain and pleasure escaping his mouth. Usually a dick this size wouldn’t have been painful in the slightest for a sex crazed maniac like himself but with this unfamiliar mortal body and tight hole, he quickly realised why most were apprehensive to take a dick like he owned in his real body. The dick that the real Ryder was still jerking in the corner of the room. As hot as it was, it hurt like hell.

But he loved it all the same.

If anything the pain somewhat turned him on. The feeling of being so overstuffed and stretched to the absolute limit. It made his shrunken cock dribble with precum. And it couldn’t have been more obvious to Dane that this was the case as the look on his face twisted between ecstatic agony. His cries only grew louder as Dane continued to thrust deeper, harder and faster with every passing second.

After having given himself a good warmup, Dane decided they switch positions a little. Eventually sliding his cock out and allowing for Wavell to momentarily catch his breath. Dane grabbed his boyfriend and tossed the smaller man further into the middle of the bed before commanding him to turn around. With a smirk Wavell did just that, turning so that he was face down and his bubble butt was on full display for the hung hunk eyeing him from above. Even wiggling his ass from side to side a little, prompting Dane to give it a few hard smacks until Wavell’s fuzzy cheeks were glowing red.

He was tempted to draw it out longer but his cock was too horny. Too hungry for ass. So the next thing he knew, he was pinning Wavell’s arms down as he slid his dick between that fat ass once again. Loving the feeling of Wavell’s hairy cheeks enveloping his length before he pushed inside that ever so inviting hole. Both men grunting as Wavell couldn’t help squeezing said hole around Dane’s dick.

Before they knew it Dane was using not only his massive size and strength but also his momentum to slam excruciatingly hard into Wavell’s ass. Every thrust causing his ass to shake while earning its own moan from the hairy himbo. Dane’s huge full balls slapping aggressively against Wavell’s backside and filling the room with a familiar sound that the couple always adored. Only Dane now couldn’t help taking even more pleasure from the sound knowing that it was Ched’s balls under his control making it.

Dane continued to manhandle Wavell for what felt like hours. Tossing him into position after new position before pounding into him relentlessly like a sex toy. During which getting to see Wavell squirt multiple pathetic little loads from his tiny dick in the process. Each one serving as fuel to spur Dane on.

“OHHHH FUCK YEAH BITCH! YOU WANT ME TO BREED YOU HUH!?” Dane shouted as he finally felt his own orgasm approaching.

“Y-YESSSSSS!” Wavell groaned in response without hesitation. “BREED MY ASS! FILL MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM!” He begged as his usual more sophisticated demeanour and way of speaking seemed to have all but vanished in the wake of his fucking. “OHH PLEASE! DRAIN YOUR LOAD INTO ME CHED!” Wavell continued in a frenzy, calling Dane by the name of his current body in the process.

Hearing himself be called Ched wasn’t something Dane had expected to turn him on so much. But it did. Wavell calling him by the name alone was enough to increase Dane’s horniness ten fold as he almost doubled the speed at which he was slamming into his boyfriend's hairy ass. Allowing the name Ched to ring through his mind as Wavell’s moans echoed throughout the mansion. Until finally…

“Oh god… I’m gonna… FUUUUUUUUUUU-” Dane roared almost triumphantly as he cock spasmed inside Wavell before launching a thick and powerful stream of white creamy goodness. Loading Wavell’s hole up with an eruption of potent seed that almost immediately started to seep out due to the sheer quantity his balls were able to produce. Yet refusing to pull out until every last drop of his load had been sufficiently squeezed out and deposited inside his adorable boyfriend.

Wavell laid back, panting heavily and covered in sweat from the intensity of it all. Twitching and grunting a little as Dane eventually made the effort to slowly freed his giant dick from the sticky hole he’d just bred. Once he had however, he too laid beside Wavell’s panting in a pool of sweat as the two turned to each other and laughed.

“That. Was incredible.” Wavell stated while lifting his arms above his head, subtly getting a whiff of his sweaty pits with a satisfied grin.

“Uh huh…” Was all Dane could say in response. Still having not totally processed the mind blowing experience. However, that didn’t stop him from looking down at his body again. The sight of black muscle greeting him yet again much to his delight. After all he’d been through with Wavell it shouldn’t have seemed so surreal and yet he couldn’t help feeling bewildered by it.

The couple laid silently for a moment. Absorbing everything that had just happened. Wavell not being able to focus on much but his hole clenching uncontrollably after all that punishment. Dane kept his eyes locked on his new cock as it gradually softened again. That is until…

“Welp. My turn.” Wavell chirped nonchalantly.

Dane turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Your turn?”

Wavell smirked. “You heard me.” With that Dane watched as Wavell snaked a hand down towards his crotch, taking hold of the tiny dick Dane had shrunk not long ago. Then in an instant Dane watched as Wavell’s cock began to grow again at a rapid rate. Pulsing wildly as it grew longer and girther once more. Inflating all the way back up to its former ten inches with even more girth to it than before! “My turn.”

With a devilish look on his face, Wavell’s hand then leapt towards Dane’s crotch before gripping the larger man’s huge black cock just as Dane had done to Wavell before. And before Dane had a chance to protest, Wavell gave him a taste of his own medicine. Shrinking Dane’s already softening cock down at an alarming rate. Not stopping until Dane had a tiny two inch penis.

“Oh no…” Was all Dane had time to say before Wavell stuffed his girthy cock into his lover’s mouth. Holding Dane’s head firmly in place so that he took as much as humanly possible. And that was only the beginning of Wavell’s payback.

———

Hours later, Dane could hardly walk after Wavell had his way with him. Wavell had made sure to return the favour with interest for the cruel pounding Dane had given him. Only once Dane had cum leaking from both his mouth and ass did Wavell finally decide he’d had enough.

“After all that, I think the two of us deserve to relax a little. Don't you agree?” Wavell said as he ran a hand down Dane’s back.

Dane could only nod in response, too exhausted to say anything.

With that Wavell turned his attention to his former body in the corner of the room still. Ryder hadn’t stopped gooning himself in Wavell’s body for hours. That stupid look still crossing his face as he laid on the floor pumping Wavell’s former cock endlessly. He’d completely ruined Wavell’s suit at this point with the amount of loads he’d covered it in. Squirting over himself constantly while having the pleasure of being able to unload the godly seed of Wavell’s real body. It was almost embarrassing for Wavell to see his real body acting like a brainless idiot controlled by his cock… but he’d be lying if he said the visual wasn’t incredibly hot.

“Ryder.” Wavell began, causing his former body to finally bring its gaze away from its cock after hours of jerking. “Would you be so kind as to give Dane and myself a relaxing massage. It would mean the world.” He asked politely.

Ryder agreed enthusiastically. “Yes sir! Of course!”

Wavell glanced over at Ched who’d been stood idly this entire time in Dane’s real body. “You as well Ched! Get over here and help us relax if you would.”

Both love slaves that Wavell had hypnotised eagerly made their way over to the bed so that they could serve their masters in the bodies they once owned. Ryder got to the bed first as shuffled on top of Wavell. Shortly followed by Ched crawling onto the bed and placing his legs either side of Dane’s wide body. And without another word, they got to work. Placing their hands on Dane and Wavell’s backs before rubbing into the muscle as best they could in an attempt to please the couple.

Dane’s massage was probably the more relaxing of the two. Ched seamlessly worked his hands into the grooves and contours of Dane’s back, releasing so much tension that’d quickly built up during his and Wavell’s fuck session. Granted it didn’t do much to ease the soreness of his asshole but it was nice nonetheless.

Wavell’s massage on the other hand was a little… dirtier let’s say. For a start Ryder’s hands were wet and sticky after hours of masturbating as he proceeded to rub cum into Wavell’s hairy muscles back. But of course the warlock didn’t mind one bit. If anything it only served to enhance the massage for him. Especially as Ryder’s hands gradually went lower and lower until he was just kneading Wavell’s furry ass.

“So? Have you enjoyed my little surprise?”

Dane opened his eyes to see Wavell smiling at him softly. Even though he was in a different body, he could recognise that look anywhere. Always so sweet and calming.

“More than you can imagine.” Dane replied. He could hardly even describe what he was feeling. The joy and excitement of getting to take over a body straight out of his dreams. It was truly something else. “Though… you are gonna turn this dick back to normal right?” Dane asked, knowing full well that he wasn’t strong enough to reverse Wavell’s magic.

Wavell didn’t reply. Only smirking while waving his hand. Immediately Dane felt his dick reverting to its former glory beneath him. Snaking down his leg until it had returned to being the monstrous python that he’d fucked Wavell with hours prior.

“Mmmmmm thanks babe.”

From there the couple continued to enjoy the massages, chatting back and forth as they did. Both finding it hot to see their real bodies servicing them while being piloted by love slaves.

“So what now?” Dane wondered. “We gonna switch back and keep these two around then?”

Wavell looked at Dane with a twinkle in his eye. “Not yet. I like the idea of keeping them around as sexy butlers like you suggested but we still have plenty of time to enjoy these forms some more before I’m forced to go back. What do you say? Wanna hit up the real world and have some fun as Ched and Ryder for a bit?”

“Absolutely I do.”

(Written for @the-natwolf)

It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling pretty exhausted and wanting nothing more than to laze about for last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he found himself collapsing on his bed with a drink in hand before pulling out his phone and scrolling through some of his socials.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he scrolled through the various posts, some being of his friends, some being adverts, others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling was seeing huge manly men showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man who could blame him after all. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.

“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself has he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and manly. It made sense though. After all Nat was 26 now, standing at 5’7 and had a pretty lean average build. Wasn’t really that hairy at all either. Sure he didn’t hate his body at all, he was content with what he had, but when there were guys his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not be at least a little envious of them.

He took his another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram, Ched Uzor! He was a massive dude, super tall and very muscular with dashing good looks would make the smaller man swoon every time. Or almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before.

As it happened Ched was an online coach that people could hire to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he had a lot of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There was even a few where he was stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts which really drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs, not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s arms looked the same size as one of Nat’s legs!

He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There was of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up and that was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off when he wasn’t expecting it but not in a bad way. He found it being quite the turn on actually!

Eventually he’d begun to loose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at his man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:

*Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can tell you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to to make that possible for you?*

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he began to hesitate. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. That this wasn’t some sort of weird scam or virus and that he should trust whatever this service is… and so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply said:

*Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information…*

Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.

*Preparation complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0%*

Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.

His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. Before long his hands had turned a deep ebony in colour. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when the darker colour started to spread further up his arms! He tossed his phone onto the bed in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…

Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms were no longer white at all!

“Woah… what the hell is going on! My arms? They’re black now!” Nat blurted out, not even sure if he believed it himself but it was true. He inspected them for a moment, twisting and turning his arms to check them from every angle. Yep they definitely weren’t white anymore.

*Physical Transfer…10%… Increasing arm muscle mass…*

Nat was taken aback and a warm tingle coursing through his hands. It took a moment or two to kick in but suddenly his small hands began to expand! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or were in the gym quite often. He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt the same warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began exploding with muscle!

His forearms were first, pumping up rather aggressively as his biceps and triceps quickly followed suit, growing to seemingly no end. Due to this Nat’s baggy t-shirt began to grow tighter around the arms. With the ridiculous rate his arms were bulking up at, It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt very nicely to the point where fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps a little. Thick veins began to make pop and make themselves known as bloat bigger with muscle until his sleeves were forced to rip ever so slightly to relieve the pressure. That same faint ripping sound could be heard again as his shoulders followed the same example, growing into massive boulders of muscle that made his torso look wider already. The growth only continued until his arms finally reached their full enormous size.

*Physical Transfer… 25%… Darkening skin tone*

Saying Nat was bewildered would be on understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the bed. The sleeves on his t-shirt were strained to their absolute limit around his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym.

“Wow! This feels amazing!” Nat stated with glee as tossed up an arm and flexed it. Just that one flex was more than enough to make the corresponding sleeve give into the muscle and start splitting open over his bicep which only dazzled Nat further. “No way! I can’t believe I ripped my sleeve just by flexing!”

Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place of his much smaller pale body.

Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. His chest, stomach, back and traps had all adopted that same rich ebony skin tone his arms now proudly adorned.

*Physical transfer… 40%… Increasing height and torso muscle mass*

After what had just gone down with his arms, he had a good idea as to what was going to happen after that warm tingle subsided. And naturally his assumption came to pass. Without warning his chest jolted forwards as new muscle eagerly began to form. What was once a relatively flat chest with non-existent pecs began to pulse and grow. With every breath nat took, thick muscle pushed out further and further from what looked like years worth of bench pressing and push-ups, straining his ever-tightening t-shirt even more. The pulsing refused to stop until he had a hefty pair of muscle tits tipped with sensitive nipples.

While that was happening, he found himself growing wider and wider by the second as his back started to broaden excessively until another rip formed across the spine of his shirt, threatening to split it, simply unable to contain so much man.

Nat’s eyes began flickering and rolling with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. So overwhelmed by the changes but at the same time… he didn’t want it stop. Even smiling a little as his traps began to bulge. But it didn’t end there. It seemed that even as all this muscle was growing, his height had been increasing slightly as well! His arms had grown slightly longer, forcing a few more pops from his already very tight sleeves, while his torso was extending from it’s former 5’7 stature extended up to 5’11. The sudden spurt in height forced him up higher into the air and almost threw Nat completely off balance for a second as his shirt rode up enough to give a clear view of his stomach undergoing its own change. What started out as a small belly soon sucked in to become a flat stomach but not for long as it heaves at the sensation of a thick set of abs pushing their way out for the world to see.

*Physical Transfer… 55%… Darkening skin tone*

It seemed the changes had slowed down around his neck for now but they continued to venture downwards rather enthusiastically. Naturally the first things on his lower body to be fully swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the changes and only wanted more!

*Physical Transfer… 60%… Increasing glutes and genital mass*

The back of his jeans started to undergo the same treatment as his shirt, growing tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively. It pumping itself up with more and more muscle until his jeans were forced to split at seams right down the back. With that he now adorned two thick globes that put his former ass to completely shame. But there was still much more to come as Nat’s attention was pulled from his jock butt to focus on his crotch, rubbing a large hand over it as he felt the change begin.

His already hard black cock started bulge as it pumped itself bigger and bigger. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious new girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan as his balls suddenly grew huge and fat without warning. His bulge refused to stop growing until his cock and balls were giant enough to forced the top button of his jeans to pop off.

*Physical Transfer… 70%… Darkening skin tone*

As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken many shades in tone before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come.

*Physical Transfer… 80%… Increasing leg muscle mass*

Moments later there was a warmth traveling down his legs and what followed was even more hard earned muscle starting to pack itself onto Nat’s frame. Thighs thickening to frighteningly large watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of footballs. During which Nat could feel his jeans growing tighter and more constraining by the second as they struggled to contain his burgeoning legs. They grew more uncomfortable by the second as he’d long outgrew the jeans but they just refused to give in to all the new mass. It was only when Nat’s legs finally reached their full size did the seams begin to tear along his thighs to relieve the pressure at last.

But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all that muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well, pushing him even taller like before. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4 giving Nat the growth spurt of his life and once again throwing him off balance. So much so that he almost fell backwards onto the bed again.

By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They’d definitely seen better days with the rips along the ass and thigh portions as they now rode up his legs a little thanks to Nat’s increased height.

He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation was waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with new size. They started to go up shoe sizes one after another and naturally this made Nat’s shoes feel tighter and tighter like the rest of his clothes so far. His feet slowly starting to feel cramped in the new undersized shoes and the sounds of groaning leather being pushed to its limit filled the room. The laces on the, finally start to snap as two pair of black toes finally push themselves out through the front. Nat watched on in awe as his big black feet continued to spill out, being free of his shoes at last. It was like something you’d see from the Incredible Hulk!

With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were. Even stomping them on the floor a little with a chuckle as if to test them.

*Physical Transfer… 90%… Altering neck, voice, head and facial features*

Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin began to resume spreading up over his neck and towards his head. The tingly pulse danced around his neck for a moment before forcing it to bulge bigger with muscle. With it his voice box began shifting slighting and readjusting. It could be heard via the way his moans cracked and deepened to give him a more intimidating baritone voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. And to top it all off his natural accent shifted from an American one to English while automatically adopting an entirely new speech pattern!

It was a little slower than the rest of the body had changed but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s former pale skin as every inch of him was now rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the features to catch up!

That warm wave of tingly pleasure returned for the last time, washing over his head as the final changes began. Nat’s more typically white features began to shift in favour of a more African look. His lips swelling larger and fuller to the point where anyone would be lucky to kiss them. His nose grows bigger and broader until it’s too large for his glasses, causing them to now balance rather awkwardly on his face. With a deep groan his jaw begins to crack and widen, becoming harder and sharper than before. After that it seemed Nat’s smooth face wouldn’t be remaining smooth for long as a pricking sensation broke out across it. It started with a light layer of stubble but as the hairs grow thicker it wasn’t longer before he was sporting a full beard!

“H-have I… got a… beard?!” Nat managed to grunt out in the middle of all the changes. He brought a hand up to feel it and as he did, his entire body shivered with delight. He”d never been able to grow a proper one before so feeling it on his face now was like a dream come true! The texture of it didn’t quite feel like his normal hair but… oh well. He had a beard now!

The remaining roundness of his face was gradually being replaced by a more masculine squarish look. That along with Nat’s jittering and the increased size of his head overall caused his glasses to tumblr off his face at last. But it was no problem as his formerly green eyes shifted to a deep brown, restoring their proper vision in the process.

At last Nat’s eyebrows thicken slightly before the last change is at hand. His messy hair slowly starts to recede back again as the texture begins to change. It was almost as if the hairs were beginning to shrivel up as they grew darker until at last it finished pulling up into a short bristly hairdo with hair that matched that of his new beard.

*Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed!*

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different from the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features like his lips and nose to even the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason.

After giving his new face a good feel, Nat knew he couldn’t keep his hands away from the rest of his body for long. Soon enough his large hands were wandering across his pecs, loving the way they were pressed against his now skin tight shirt. Then as he wandered lower he found himself tracing over his abs, something he never thought he’d seen on himself until now. After that he just had to stop for a moment to squeeze his biceps. They just looked so enormous and powerful, how could he not!?

All the touching had really started to get Nat worked up to the point where his bulge was growing even further. His already semi-erect cock grew up to its full size at last as he heard another faint ripping sound, likely his underwear. He gave it a quick rub through the tight fabric as he admired his massive legs below before looking over his shoulder to get another peek at his ass. It looked so big and meaty…

As he looked at his ass he couldn’t help but notice that huge rip down the back of his jeans again. God everything was far too small for him now. This tiny shirt that was clinging to him for dear life, these jeans that were ripping at the seams, and of course his shoes that his giant new feet had blown apart. “Woah… I really am like the hulk huh?” Nat mumbled with a cocky grin before flexing again. “Fuck I’ve got to get a proper view of what I look like!”

Nat soon found himself waddling and stumbling towards the bathroom. Partially due to how restrictive his jeans were and partially due to he wasn’t used to his new height and centre of gravity yet. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any black hunk, it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor!

Unbeknownst to Nat however, back in his bedroom, the strange pop up on his phone had jumped to a new screen…

*Would you like to continue to the second stage of your transfer “Mental” or are you content with the first stage only?*

Of course Nat was far too distracted by the face of Ched Uzor staring back at him in the bathroom, to have any clue that this notification had popped up. Unfortunately for him however, it also had a timeout feature where it would automatically progress to the next phase if an answer wasn’t selected within 2 minutes.

*Due to lack of interaction, we are going to take the liberty of progressing you to the next stage… Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information…*

Being blissfully unaware to this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to know what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he’d had always felt like the short dude in the crowd but now that he was 6’4 things were gonna to be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor seemed to be so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny compared to before. It was mad but he could certainly get used to it.

*Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0%*

Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in desperatly trying to stretch over his new godly form. So much so that he didn’t even want to take them off yet. He wanted to see just how long his former clothes could last without tearing themselves apart. Naturally at took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a good squeeze through his shirt before pinching at his seemingly dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck or have fuck him with a body like this.

“Mmm I wonder if I could bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. There was some kind of jolt in his brain and suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. Of course he can! He’s been able to bounce them like that for years now right!?

*Mental Transfer… 10%*

Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention by caressing them a fair bit before moving onto his arms. To say they were unreal was an understatement. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating. But tried to be as careful as possible not to rip his shirt any further just yet with all his newfound strength.

“Ughhh yeah… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. Getting so drunk on how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size!

*Mental Transfer… 25%*

Running his hand along the crotch of what felt like extreme skinny jeans now, he could already tell that the tip of his excited cock was peeking out one of the leg holes in his underwear. “Fuuuuck it feels so big and fat…” He grunted

He was however able to pull away from his dick for just a moment if to just give a quick twirl in the mirror. Doing so he was fast to notice how that huge rip down the back of his jeans and underwear gave the perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Nat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about babyyyy!” He smirked.

But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Nat was willing enough to give it. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before digging a hand into his underwear and gripping his hard member. It took him a moment or two to fish it out but when he did Nat was nothing short of breathless at the monster he now owned.

“I guess what they say about black dudes is true huh?” Nat stated as he waved his fat cock around a little bit in wonder before another tiny jolt hit him. “Still can’t believe I was blessed enough to be born with a baby maker like this.”

*Mental Transfer… 50%*

Nat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped. Starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head in place of a new one. His intelligence dropping a fair margin in the process from the IQ of a relatively bright guy to the level of a blissfully dumb jock.

Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand, before pumping it slowly. For some reason he felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer.

He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!

*Mental Transfer… 80%*

As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Simply just enjoying the feeling as his hand wandered inside the rip of jeans to cop a real feel of them cheeks. That is until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed the hole, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before not to mention his hole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.

“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Nat moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.

*Mental Transfer… 90%*

Nat began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror. Between the pecs bouncing and the rapid arm movement, his shirt ripped even more along the sleeve and down the middle though honestly it was a miracle it hadn’t fully torn off yet.

As he flexed his muscles some more while pumping his cock, Nat couldn’t help but notice how his body seemed so hypnotising for some reason. It was baffling as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t really bother questioning it as he could feel his fat bull balls already starting to swell. They were getting ready to shoot while his fuck stick grew more and more sensitive by the second…

Soon enough that pleasure began to peak. Nat began flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “Holy… FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKkkkkk…” Nat moaned heartily as his monster sized black cock shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror, giving it a sticky coating of delicious man milk.

*Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error…*

The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the metre seemed to be stuck on 98% for some reason or another. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without ever having shown the 100%.

*Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day.*

The strange pop up stated before disappearing without a trace and returning the phone to Ched’s Instagram page, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.

Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and… “What the hell am I wearing bruv?” He wondered out loud as he looked down at the insanely tight clothes. A t-shirt that was nearly in tatters, jeans that were evidently far too small for him and even the remains of brown shoes attached to his feet. “What the actual fuck man!” He shouted in frustration.

He closed his eyes and racked his brain for moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. His name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place. Though it still didn’t explain these clothes.

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Ched took the opportunity to finally put these clothes out of their misery starting with his shirt. Taking hole of it with both hands before ripping it open like superman and revealing his large chest. After which his did the same to his jeans. A slightly harder task due to the tougher material but they still submitted to strength, as he knew they would, as he tore them off himself with the underwear following suit. All until last but not least he kicked off the shoe remains and with that he was stood in his feel, hunky glory at last

And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched swiped up a towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. After all, he knew how thirsty some of his followers were!

Funnily enough when he later went to look for some new clothes to put on, he found them all way too small. It didn’t make any sense. Why the hell would he have bought himself clothes that don’t fit. Did he bring the wrong clothes with him when he left home?

Ched tried on a couple shirts and jumpers. All far too small. Same with the shorts, trousers and just about everything else. The only possible thing that he could think of was maybe they were that Nat guy’s clothes instead. He was a small dude after all and he’d brought a suitcase round when he came to stay for house sitting. Maybe Ched had picked up Nat’s suitcase of clothes rather than his own… it was only thing that made sense right?

Oh well. He supposed he’d have to order himself some new clothes tonight to wear during his stay. Though strangely enough he couldn’t help but enjoy the idea of wearing clothes too small for him. So much so that he ended up getting some of what he assumed were Nat’s clothes back out and started pulling them on. He let out a dumb laugh as he struggled to pull the tiny clothes of his massive build and even ruining many of them in the process. It felt kind of perverted as he kept going to the mirror to check himself out again, twitching each new set of undersized clothes he managed to squeeze himself but he just couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t long before his cock was perking back up again and Ched found himself finishing his evening by laying down on his bed in a tight shirt, shorts and socks that looked more like ankle socks on him. Loving the tight constraining clothes so much that he busted another load all over them before finally drifting off to sleep at last.

———

- 4 Months Later -

Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place and weirdly he got the sense that the smaller man felt the same.

Surprisingly enough Nat ended up asking Ched for a photo and of course the larger man was more than happy to do so. But after that he even offered Nat the change to feel his huge muscles. He had no idea why he did it exactly but he rationalised it as him feeling bad for ruining half of Nat’s clothes. Due to this Nat had admitted that he’d been wearing some of Ched’s clothes while he’d been staying but of course he left out the part where he felt so turned on by getting swamped in the bigger man’s clothes that he’d came in them multiple times. It seemed they were more alike than they’d ever know.

Regardless Nat took plenty of pleasure in groping the bigger man’s muscles. Running his hands along Ched’s massive biceps before giving them a good squeeze. If anything he might’ve enjoyed it just a little too much if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. Once Ched had given him his fill however, he thanked Nat before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.

Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there was a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…

For example he still hadn’t gotten over this fascination with his own body. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he had no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscle while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and has no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.

You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either, like he was proper eyeing them up. His eyes being drawing to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why did he feel like this now!?

Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…

Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give a go and ask him to see what happens?

Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor!

Read the first part of Gym Exchange ⬇️

- Three Weeks after the first Gym Exchange -

By now the Uncle and Nephew duo had gotten used to their new routine. Every workout day they would meet at the gym, head to locker rooms, switch into each-overs bodies and get a pump on. Of course being inside Uncle Ted’s body never got old for Jake. Each time was just as hot and exhilarating as the last and every-time without fail he would end up getting at least one massive boner with his Uncle’s thick cock. The only downside to it all was that he was never out of Ted’s sight for long enough to truly explore his Uncle’s body. The best he got was when he slipped out of the gym to go to the toilet when in reality he just locked himself in a stall, whipped out the thick appendage he so loved to have between his legs and started jerking it. Damn his Uncle for having such good stamina though. It meant the furthest he got was a couple spurts of precum spluttering from the tip (which he lapped up of course) before he had to pull his shorts back up and head back into the gym to avoid any suspicion as to what he might’ve been doing. Still though, he hoped one day he’d get his chance to finish. Little did Jake know however that chance might come sooner than he thought.

The last few times Jake and Ted switched, they were unaware of the invisible observer watching over them. It seems the constant use of Ted’s special power had caught the attention of certain warlock. Of course it was none other than Mr Wavell. He’d become curious of this little dynamic going on. A man switching his soul with his Nephews but only at the gym so they may workout in each-over’s bodies. It was amusing for Wavell to see these human’s were now essentially doing his job for him. He couldn’t help but wonder though how the hell this Ted even got that power to begin with? He didn’t look as though he was born a warlock that was just living in the human world like Wavell. Was he granted this power by someone? Did he have some sort of magic item? Or was he really just a human that was somehow naturally born with the power to not only project his soul in a ghostly astral form, but also manipulate others souls as well. Whatever the case was, Wavell was certainly glad to have stumbled across these two.

Something else interesting Wavell had noticed was how the Nephew reacted just before and during the switch. Peering into the young man’s mind he saw how it was filled with excitement. But not just the regular excitement of of a smallish dude getting to be bigger for awhile. No this was something more. Is was lustful. A burning sexual desire for the body of his Uncle and adoring every second he got to spend inside it with his only wish being that he could keep it for longer. Well luckily for Jake, Mr Wavell was in a wish granting mood.

As per usual by now, Jake and Ted met at the Gym the following morning for arm day once again only now they had Wavell spying over their shoulders. They did their normal locker room and switch routine before heading into the gym. Wavell chuckled as he saw Jake, now back inside his Uncle’s body, casual grabbing at his muscles with a smile as his crotch bulged ever so slightly whenever Ted had his back turned.

The pair worked hard through the session, giving their biceps and triceps a great pump throughout. Jake had just finished doing a few sets of barbell curls when Wavell decided to make his move. As Ted removed some of the weights to make the bar liftable for his currently weaker frame, Jake felt what seemed like a shock of electricity shoot through his body causing every muscle to tighten for a second.

“You alright there Jake?”

“Oh uhhh yeah… just goosebumps I think…” He stuttered, not knowing what hell he just felt. Jake didn’t dwell on it though, just deciding to brush it off and continue the workout. As he did though, something felt different. It was hard to explain but it was almost as if he felt more comfortable in his Uncle’s body all of a sudden. Almost like he didn’t feel as though he was just borrowing it anymore…

Soon enough the duo finished up their routine for day. Jake was bummed again as usual to see his time being in this body come to an end until their next workout but he’d accepted it by now. Obviously their was no way he’d be able to keep his Uncle’s body… right? They stepped into the locker rooms and looked around a bit to make sure nobody was looking before Ted activated his power and hoped out of Jake’s body. Only this time something was very off.

You see whenever Ted projects himself, it doesn’t matter who’s body he’s been inside, his soul always remains looking like the same ghostly version of his real body. But not this time. Looking down at his form Ted didn’t see a muscular transparent chest or any boulder like shoulders. Nope instead his astral form now looked identical to Jake’s! What the fuck was going on?! In a panic he tried to reach inside his old body to pull Jake out but it was like some kind of force field was stopping him from doing such.

Wavell laughs as he watches Ted try over and over to pull out Jake’s soul but to no avail. You see Mr Wavell had placed spell on Jake that did two things. One was altering his soul, reshaping it to match his Uncle’s body. It seemed that one had a ripple effect that transformed Ted’s soul into that of his Nephew’s as well. The second was placing a protection seal around it to stop Jake’s soul from being moved or tampered with by someone like Ted. To break such a seal they would require immense magical prowess of which Ted most certainly doesn’t have and he was quickly beginning to realise that.

“I-is everything alright Uncle Ted? You didn’t swap us back?” Jake questioned with fake concern.

Ted had no choice but to retreat back into Jake’s body for now. “I don’t know… somethings wrong I-I-I can’t get your soul out of my body!” He said in a panic. “I’m trying again!” He announced before jumping back into astral form. Of course the outcome was the same. Every time he reached for his body it was like slamming against a brick wall. Soon enough he realised it was a fruitless effort and resigned himself to Jake’s body for the time being.

Jake was almost paralysed with mixed emotions. On one hand he was filled with an unfathomable level of joy and excitement. Every instinct was telling him start jumping for joy at the possibility of being stuck in this gorgeous body he loved so much. But on the other hand his Uncle was starting to freak out a little, leaning his back against the lockers before sliding down the floor in defeat. He felt bad for Uncle Ted. After all he was now being faced with the reality that he might never get his real body back.

“I don’t understand… I’ve done this hundreds and hundreds of times. Been in so many bodies. Some many people in mine. And for much longer than this… So why?…”

“I have… no idea. I don’t even know how you do that crazy soul projection thing… but that said, maybe this is a sign.” Jake’s words caused Ted to look up with a questioning expression as his former face cracked a tiny grin. “Maybe this is a sign from the universe. What if these were always meant to be our real bodies?!” He suggested while running a hand down his muscular frame.

At this point Ted just didn’t know how to respond. It didn’t look like his Nephew was upset in the slightest about being stuck. If anything he looked excited at the idea of keeping all that hard earned muscle for himself. Should he have been angry that Jake was enjoying this? After all it was Ted’s own power that seemingly got them in this mess. And if the roles were reversed then wouldn’t he have loved to take a bigger body than his own?… He lost his train of thought however at the sound of a locker opening. “Oi, what’re you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m getting my gym bag.” Jake replied as he lugged Ted’s bag out of the locker.

“N-No, that’s my gym bag.”

“Not anymore by the looks of it. This bag belongs to Ted Parrish and that’s me.” A devilish smirk spread across Jake’s new face. The lust and excitement for his current body coupled with his intense desire to keep it began to overpower his empathy for his Uncle. “Besides it’s not like the clothes in here would fit you now anyway.”

Ted couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was his Nephew really that content in just taking his body and life? Just like that? But then it started to dawn on him. All the times he’d seen Jake squeezing his muscles in that body, all the times he couldn’t stop staring at his reflection in the gym mirror, all the times when they swapped back for Ted to find his dick half hard and his underwear stained with the slightest bit of pre-cum. Of course! How didn’t he see it sooner! Jake didn’t just admire his body, he was in love with it! Every time they swapped must’ve been like a sexual fantasy come true for him. He didn’t even know Jake was gay but now it all made sense.

“Right well I’m heading home Jake. I think I’ll wait till I get back to shower and change outta these sweaty gym clothes. I wanna bask in my new musk for just little while longer.” Jake lifted an armpit before taking a deep whiff of his Uncle’s scent. “Fuuuck that’s good!” He roared with excitement as his bulge became painfully obvious. “Well I guess I’ll see ya on Thursday for back and shoulders assuming you still wanna whip that new body of yours into shape.” And with that he began to saunter away in all his sweaty, muscular glory and Ted could do nothing but watch.

With that Ted was left with his thoughts. Should he be angry about this? Should he be happy? After all he might’ve lost his years worth muscle but on the other hand he was 21 years younger now. That’d be more than enough time to build it back up. But on the other hand he now had to live a completely different life. The life of his Nephew no less. He was conflicted for sure. For now perhaps it was best to just head to his Nephews house and clear his head about the whole situation. Especially since Jake seemed to be having no problem doing the same.

He pulled himself up off the floor and grabbed Jake’s locker key out of his pocket. He grabbed Jake’s bag and whatever else out of the locker but just before he left he decided to have a quick peek inside. He found a set of Jake’s normal clothes as he’d expected but what he didn’t expect to find was one of his own tank tops stuffed in their as well. It went missing a week ago but Jake must’ve taken it somehow and stashed it. There was also a pair of his dirty gym socks stashed away in there. Well if that wasn’t proof that Jake was in love/obsessed with him then he didn’t what was.

Meanwhile Jake had not long since exited the gym. He strolled down the road with a spring in his step before deciding to have a look on his Uncle’s phone out of curiosity. What he found on there was rather eye opening to say the least. One of the very first things Jake noticed was the Lock Screen. It was a picture of Ted with his arm around another man who was resting his head on Ted’s shoulder. There was no way. It couldn’t be. It was only when he started snooping through his Uncle’s texts with his now ex-wife that his suspicion was all but confirmed. After looking back and skimming over some of their old conversations he discovered that Ted had actually been cheating on her with another man by the name of Micheal. Lo and Behold after returning to chats, one of Ted’s most recent chats was to a guy named Micheal Robby. In that chat he found a bunch of lovey dovey messages between the two. Who knew that all this time his Uncle was actually gay and had a boyfriend on the DL.

If anything this interesting development had only made things even better since he’d only planned on hooking up with men in this hot new body anyway but now he’s got a boyfriend instead! And judging by some of the photos they’d sent from time to time, Uncle Ted had impeccable taste.

Micheal was a furry dude with a cute bearded face that Jake just wanted to plant kisses all over. Before though, this guy would’ve been considered way older than him. After some digging through Ted’s phone, Jake found that his new boyfriend was 35, over a decade older than his original body. That in mind he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was actually now the older man in this relationship. Fuck it was hot though. He just wanted to use his newfound strength to pin this Micheal to a wall before exploring that cute body while still trying to get a grip on his own.

The feeling that washed over him when he first stepped inside the house was something else. Sure he’d been round his Uncle’s place a bunch of times in the past to hang out with (and steal the occasional pair of underwear from) Uncle Ted. Now though, knowing that it all belonged to him gave it a totally different feel. Everything his Uncle owned from his body, to his money, to his property, to his… job. Fuck.

A glaring flaw in all this suddenly became apparent. Jake had no fucking clue how to run his Uncle’s life. Sure he had the looks and some of the attitude but that was it. There was no way in hell he was gonna be able to do his Uncle’s job of being a personal trainer at the gym without fucking it up and losing all the clients somehow!

Safe to say the Jake had finally begun to freak out upon finally seeing the negatives to this seemingly permanent swap. He didn’t let it consume him though, instead opting to get a beer from the fridge and sit on the couch the think things through. He could try looking through all his Uncle’s messages and emails etc to gain as much information as possible and perhaps just a piece his life together bit by bit… but could he even do that before it all fell apart anyway? Besides he didn’t even know any of his Uncle’s passwords. The only reason he could get onto the phone was Face ID. He grumbled in annoyance before downing the rest of his beer. Why couldn’t whatever locked him inside his Uncle’s body have given him some memories to help?! Would that've been so hard?! In an effort to calm down Jake ripped off his shirt and began playing with his huge muscle tits some more. Having this hot body was only thing keeping him sane.

Unbeknownst to Jake however, the invisible stalker that caused this had still been watching him. And he was certainly enjoying the pec bouncing show Jake was giving right now. Buuuut the man did have a point. Without Ted’s memories he was probably gonna fuck up his new life within a week minimum. Of course Wavell COULD just give Jake the memories right now but where would the adventure be in that. He had a far more fun idea in mind to do that…

In an instant Wavell teleported himself away into a car park outside a local shop. He swiftly surveyed the area until he spotted just man he was looking for. Micheal Robby. The man had just finished packing some shopping in his car before hopping into the front drivers seat. He was about to press the key onto the ignition when he almost jumped out of skin after a strange, suited man suddenly appeared in the passenger seat.

As you’d expect Micheal began screaming and shouting in shock. His screams were silenced however and replaced with a confused groan as Wavell cast a spell on Micheal’s nuts. Or rather he placed a spell inside them. The spell contained all of Ted’s necessary memories and all that need happen to activate it would be to shoot that spell inside Jake. Micheal’s ball’s swelled to a heavy proportion as they filled with all those ‘magical juices’. Of course it could be fun for Wavell to simply leave it and see if that one time load actually gets where it needs to go. Buuuut he loves to get in on the action and doesn’t like to see a good spell go to waste.

“FUCK MAN WHAT DID YO-” Micheal was cut off by the feeling of Wavell dissolving into a smoke entity before entering his body through every orifice. Within seconds Micheal lost control of his whole body as Wavell’s being dominated every part of it. It didn’t take more than about 10 seconds for the Warlock to completely takeover.

There was a moment of silence as ‘Micheal’ held his eyes closed, focusing himself before opening them back up, a purple glow glazing over them. “Mmm yess… good fit.” He mutters to himself while feeling up his body a little. “Sorry Micheal my cute friend but your Boyfriend is in need of our help.” He stated out loud though it was apparent that Micheal was no longer the one saying this but rather Mr Wavell. “Let’s just say Ted is having a hard time being… himself right now so you are gonna help me, help him.” Then, with a grin on his borrowed face, Wavell pulled out Micheal’s phone and texted ‘Ted’ that he was coming round. The real Micheal was still conscious through all this, though he was just a passenger now until Wavell was done with him.

Unfortunately Wavell was unable to use his power when possessing another vessel hence why he cast that spell into Micheal’s balls beforehand. Only this now meant he couldn’t teleport straight back to Jake so he slotted the keys into the car ignition and started the engine. On the ride there he got a message back. ‘Can’t wait to see you babe! Have been feeling a little off today but I bet seeing you will help me feel much better’ Wavell couldn’t help but find it amusing. Jake had been all worried about fitting in as Ted yet he still couldn’t help but try to get in his new boyfriends pants anyway. Not that he was complaining.

***

Jake was sat on the couch, watching some football like his Uncle would in an effort to clear his mind. In that time he’d stripped down to nothing, being sat bare naked and slowly pumping his thick python of a member in the process. For now he was just trying not to think too hard about how he was gonna pull all this off and instead just tried to enjoy the moment for now. And that he did, watching sport and drinking beer while imitating the way his Uncle speaks only to make him hornier. Of course when Micheal texted him during this saying he was coming over, he couldn’t help but get even more excited. So much so that he nearly busted a nut while touching his body and looking through pictures of Micheal on his phone. But then he heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.

“Micheal?! Is that you?!” Jake shouted from the couch as the front door creaked open, half considering if he should jump up and quickly pull Uncle Ted’s sweaty underwear back on.

“Yup! Just me babe!” Wavell reassured, perfectly imitating Micheal’s speech pattern. He placed the shopping down in the hallway before heading towards the living room. “So how exactly do you think I should help you feel bet— oh” He stopped short upon seeing Jake in all of Ted’s beefy muscle dad glory with a veiny, pulsing erection. “Looks like you were way ahead of me…” a smile cracked upon his face.

Jake hopped up from the couch and swaggered over towards Wavell, cock jumping up and down as he did. “Just seeing your face is helping me feel better already.” There was a lot of truth in that. Sure he was worried about taking over Ted’s life but he thought that if he had a hot, sweet looking guy like this stood by him then he could no doubt work things out. With that he leaned in for a deep sensual kiss that was swiftly reciprocated by Wavell, loving how his stache and stubble rubbed against his new partners beard.

The kiss started out sweet and loving but gradually became more lustful and even animalistic from both ends. It didn’t take long for Jake to start ripping off Wavell’s clothes piece by piece in a desperate attempt to see the body hidden beneath. All the while Wavell is gripping at Jake’s bulging arms, pinching his nipples, teasing his already leaky cock and more until at last Jake pulls down the white jockstrap that had been cradling Wavell’s junk. Finally he could get a good look at his new boyfriend in the flesh. Micheal’s body was had some good, sizeable muscle but also a fair amount of chub spread about to pad it out making him look that much more huggable. He was pretty big for sure but not quite as jacked as Ted’s body. The fur looked great though and he could already smell a faint underarm smell coming from Micheal’s pits. What was surprising though was that Micheal’s cock was just as impressive as Ted’s. They were both bigger than average in both length and girth but it seemed though Ted’s had the advantage in length, Micheal’s won when it came to girth. Jake couldn’t help but notice how big a pair of bull balls his boyfriend had as well though.

The pair smiled and laughed when they noticed they’d both been momentarily hypnotised by one another’s dicks before returning to their make out. It certainly didn’t take long for Wavell to lift up Jake’s arm and dive his nose into the man’s pits. “Mmm you were definitely in the gym today fuuuck…” he stated between breaths. Jake just loved seeing how Wavell enjoyed the scent of Ted’s body just as much as he did. But he need to get a whiff of his boyfriend as well. When he was finally able to pull Wavell away from his own sweaty pits, Jake pressed his nose against the hairy, musky pits of Wavell’s.

The smell was different for sure but just as addicting with him swapping between both pits and even licking up sweat in a frenzy before finally moving back up towards Wavell’s face to kiss those beautiful bearded lips again.

Jake was already thinking of ways in his head of how he was gonna throw Wavell over his shoulder and carry him to the bedroom before destroying that cute, pudgy jock butt he’d been groping. Before he could put that plan into action though, Jake found himself suddenly being manhandled by the smaller man and pressed against the wall in a whirlwind of desire. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You know I can never stop thinking about your sexy muscle ass daddy.” Wavell murmured into Jake’s ear while peering into Micheal’s memories a little.

Jake on the other hand was taken aback. In his mind he’d imagined his Uncle being the more dominant one. Perhaps because he was bigger and older? And yet the idea of being submissive in his Uncles huge hunky body sounded so fucking hot at the same time. Knowing he was physically stronger than the man dominating him but wanting nothing more to submit anyway… fuuuck it was making him harder than the thought of topping. Was this how Uncle Ted felt with Micheal? The thought of his Uncle secretly being a muscle bottom this whole time was absolutely sending Jake through a horny storm of emotions. And not to mention being called daddy just now! It felt odd but so right at the same time… he fucking adored it!

Jake could feel Wavell’s fat member sliding up and down between his ass while Wavell planted kisses all down his neck and back. Slowly but surely making his way down the sculpted muscle until his kisses reached that perky round muscle butt that was such a sight to behold. Wavell grabbed onto each cheek with a vigour before diving his borrowed face between them, Jake moaning out as his hole was attacked by one very eager tongue. Jake even found himself pushing his hips back a little, pressing his ass further into his lovers face while his hole was tasted and explored. He even went so far as to reach a powerful hand back and press Wavell’s face as deep as it could go to which was met with satisfied grunts.

Once Wavell had finished feasting, he decided it was time they get onto the real thing. “Bed or couch?”

“Wherever you want me babe.”

“Oh really? Because I could take you against this wall right now.” Wavell began to tease a little, pressing his tip against Jake’s hole.

Jake chuckled, even considering the idea for a second before deciding on a more comfortable option. “Fine, bed it is.”

“Then let’s move it daddy.”

Within moments the two found themselves stumbling and kissing into the bedroom before falling on the bed together. It didn’t take long for Jake to have his legs spread and up in the air before resting them softly on Wavell’s shoulders as he positioned his meaty dick before the dad hole on display. Mere moments later the room was filled cries of pleasure and joy as Wavell plowed into Jake of whom swiftly took note of how easily that big cock slid in and out. As if Uncle Ted’s hole had already been stretched by it so many time before. But fuck did it feel nothing if not exceptional. Even opting to squeeze his ass around the fuckstick that was stuffing him

Jake was more than happy to just let this man use his ass in anyway he wanted as they changed into all sorts of positions, happily having his ass railed long and hard until he was practically begging Wavell unload inside him. However it was only when they were both a couple of sweaty, smelly messes that Wavell was finally ready. By this point Jake was laid on his stomach as Wavell pumped down into him, Jake’s stolen ass jiggling at every thrust as his cock pulses beneath him. He let out a long needy groan with his Uncle’s voice that just hearing almost made him jizz right then and there. “Ooh fuck yeah! Come one breed daddy’s hole! FUUCCKK-MMMMFF” Jake grunted between pounds into his ass before Wavell placed a hand on Jake’s mouth. “MMMHHFF…Mmmmmh… Mmmmfff”

Wavell could feel the pressure in his nuts start to rise but with a distinct tingling sensation as well. The spell was getting ready. Though Jake couldn’t see it, Wavell’s balls had begun to glow while continuing to smack against that perfectly sculpted bubble ass. Along with Jake’s previous prompts and his own animalistic urge to breed growing by the second, Wavell was ready. His bull balls lurched, pumping his seed up towards his cock. There was a one last prolonged thrust before Wavell erupted, thick white fluid drenching Jake’s insides as the now older man rolled his eyes back in satisfaction.

Jake loved how full his hole felt, moaning loudly as Wavell finally let go of his mouth. However the magic glow the emanated from Wavell’s balls was now shining inside the stuffed hole. The spell had been planted and was now beginning to activate. Jake’s head began to feel dizzy for a moment, not knowing why until suddenly years worth of memories started piling into his mind. Ted’s memories. He remembered how Ted met his ex-wife but shortly after getting married began going out and cheating on her with other men, getting his ass creamed at any chance. Then years down the line eventually meeting Micheal and splitting from his ex-wife after she found them in bed together. Ever since they’d kept things quiet as Ted was worried how his family would react.

Alongside those he got memories from all aspects of Ted’s life. Some of his childhood, his friends and, most helpful right now, memories and know-how on Ted’s job as a trainer at the gym. Recalling all of Ted’s knowledge on exercise, fitness, nutrition and how to pass that onto his clients. Through all this Jake had managed to roll onto his back, staring at the ceiling with his mouth slightly a-gap as his cock jumped and leaked.

The warlock knew his spell was taking effect and in that moment his could’ve de-possessed Micheal’s body and allowed this to take its course… buuut he decided to stay inside this hot, hairy body just a tad bit longer so he finish what they’d started. He crawled on-top of Jake who was still processing all the memories flooding his mind before planting a few soft kisses along his shaft, licking up all the seed that’d leaked down it during all that prostate stimulation. He wanted to tease it a little more but at the same time he was getting so damn hungry and impatient that he decided to forego the teasing and just wrap his lips around the tip before sliding down, sucking on the juicy member with great vigour and haste.

Jake was already close to the edge as it was. He knew he was gonna bust any second but he wasn’t able to fully focus until the last of Uncle Ted’s memories settled in place. Once they had, he grabbed the back of Wavell’s head and pressed it as far down on his shaft as he could, pushing his cock down the eager throat of the mam who’d just bred him. Then with one big roar of pleasure, Jake shot his Uncle’s load to which Wavell had no issue lapping up and gobbling down with greed.

“Mmmm nothing tastes better than your cum after filling up that sexy ass of yours.” Wavell leaned in and kissed Jake sweetly. “Speaking of, let me go grab you a towel.” He stated with a smile before jumping off the bed and heading into the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, a smoky mist emerged from Micheal’s body as Wavell finally let him go. Micheal of course was about to begin screaming and shouting but as Wavell flicked his wrist, he found himself unable to speak. “Oh I do love having my power back.” After that the warlock went on to tell Micheal to keep quiet about this and that if he started freaking out and telling people about it then he would come back and take Micheal’s body for good next time. Of course that was a bluff, Wavell would never give up his power permanently. In fact he could just erase Micheal’s memories of this but this way was far more amusing. Instead he just told Micheal to keep being a good boyfriend to Ted as he’d recently gone through some ‘changes’ and it’d be good for him to have a nice man by his side. “Oh and look, bonus, your balls are still huge even after releasing the spell. You’ll be churning out giant bull loads for the rest of your life by the looks of it! I guess you can think of it as compensation for the use of your body.”

Jake on the other hand now laid on the bed with an ecstatic grin plastered across his new face. All his fear from before about taking over Ted’s life just vanished. He had no idea how the hell it happened but after gaining those memories there was no doubt he could pass for the real Ted through and through. He flexed his bulging biceps with glee and bounced his pecs again. Fuck that was never gonna get old. It was then as he looked at Ted’s mature face being reflected back at him in the small mirror on the bedside table. That was him now. He wasn’t Jake anymore. “Fuuuck yeah I’m Ted! Ted fuckin Parrish! This huge hulking body, this sexy face and that perfect boyfriend is all mine! Forever!!”

- One Week Later -

The new Ted had perfectly slipped into his new life. He was able to act and sound just as everyone remembered while loving every second of it. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d jerked himself off in the gym toilets after a training session a client, thinking about how much he loved being looked up to by these people as a pillar of power while groping at his buff body as always. Of course he made absolutely sure to keep up with working out as well as there was no way in hell he was gonna let a godly body like this slip away.

He noticed how Micheal acted a bit weird around him for the first couple days after they fucked on that first nigh but whatever it was he seemed to be getting over it now. In fact he was overjoyed when Ted asked him to finally move in as well, saying how he didn’t want to keep this secret anymore and was ready to tell his family about them. Let’s just say that Ted got some passionate love from Micheal that night.

Strangely enough though it seems that, in the past, original Ted must’ve used his power to swap him and Micheal from time to time to spice things up. Ted only knew this as Micheal suggested they do it one night so he had to lie through his teeth and say his powers had been acting strange recently and he couldn’t get them to work right. Of course in reality he just didn’t have access to them as they still resided inside the soul of original Ted who was currently struggling to live the life of Jake without any new memories. Mr Wavell noticed this though. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt for him to transfer those powers from the old Ted’s soul into the new one. By all rights they should be his powers after all.

All that said however, the new and improved Ted was happier than ever. Sure he might’ve lost some youth but this new life and body was more than enough to make up for it in his eyes. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, the words average or ordinary weren’t even a thought that came to mind because he knew now that without a doubt he was an extraordinary muscle daddy and was loving every second of it!

Hot damn! I can’t believe this monster down there is mine now! I think I’m really going to enjoy this new body of mine…“ I said, as I found myself enjoying my new deep baritone voice and fumbled about with my tall hairy body.

You see, this wasn’t my birth body. My original one was way younger, fit, and I guess cute. But most of all, I was filthy rich. After my parents had died from an unknown disease, I inherited everything they owned. The lavish mansion, the profitable businesses, the skyrocketing stocks, and of course the unimaginable sum of money in the banks. Basically I lived a privileged life and could get literally anything I wanted; Maids, personal trainers, stock handlers, even man slaves. Being only at the age of 23, I was most likely one of the richest people in the entire world.

You probably think I’m a fool then, having given everything away just to become this random nobody who barely had enough money to buy a proper TV. Who in their right mind would give away their entire fortune, youth, and even body for something like this?

Well, you see. I didn’t actually have a choice. The mysterious disease that killed my parents turned out to be inheritable. Passed down in birth and rooted deep down in my bones. After a few sudden phantom pains in my spine and feeling of fleeting weakness in my back, I quickly visited the family doctor who painfully diagnosed me with the same sickness that had killed most of my family. Apparently, I had a few years left in me, at most maybe four or five, before I would suddenly drop dead.

I became so distraught. I tried every type of cure and natural medicine, and visited the most famous scientific lab for a solution. The most they could do was make my passing as painless as possible and prolong my lifespan for a few more months. But nothing that could fully cure me from that godforsaken sickness. I would be dead in a few years, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It’s weird though, because it wasn’t until I knew that I was dying that I fully realized how truly pathetic and miserable I had been before. I never had any real friends as I was always seen as the stuck up rich kid, and those I thought I did have now suddenly started calling constantly and were being super friendly with me, desperately hoping to get a chunk of my inheritance.

Feeling that I had not only wasted my life and the wealth bestowed to me, I decided to start donating money to help those in need. I even spent my afternoons working at a shelter for homeless people, and in a way that had been the best feeling ever. To actually work hard and help other people out. It’s only unfortunate that I had to realize my true calling after I found out I was dying…

It was during one of those evenings working in the shelter when a man in suit suddenly stepped up to me and asked me to come with him. He explained he was from the so called “Aegis Medical Association” and that they had found a way to help me with my disease. I almost contemplated on not going, as every treatment had been fruitless, but decided what’s the harm in trying one last time.

That’s when I met those incredible scientists and their bizarre-looking machine. They explained they had heard of my incurable sickness and how much I had helped the community around their neighbourhood. They then asked me if I was willing to be their first subject to try out their new invention, a machine capable of severing human tissue and then with molecular precision attach it back. Basically they explained to me in simple terms that the only way for me to survive was to discard my disease-ridden body for a healthy one. They would detach the parts of my brain that held my consciousness and graft it onto someone else’s brain, thus technically swapping our bodies completely.

However, they also warned that since their company was still unlicensed to perform human tests and the grafting method was irreversible, I would have to completely take over the identity of the person I chose and live in it for the rest of my life. That meant no more lavish villa, butlers, and never ending stacks of cash in my pockets.

It wasn’t a hard choice. Relinquishing all my money and identity… or dying. I accepted their deal immediately and was given a date. Now, the only problem was finding someone willing to make the brain transplant…

I found him a week after the encounter with the Aegis Association.

I was taking a stroll around the neighbourhood one evening when I passed a construction site. I stopped briefly to admire the construction workers. They were strong, hard-working, and contributed to improving the city’s infrastructure. I was just about to continue my walk when I heard yelling coming from the left of the construction site. Turning my attention towards the sound I saw a man in suit arguing with another construction worker. The worker, who was way taller and scruffier than the other man, had been lazying about and refusing to do his work properly. He simply flipped off what I assumed to be his manager before saying that he wasn’t “getting paid enough for this shit”. After what appeared to be a big argument I watched as the tall worker left with his bag, but not before throwing his vest and tool belt on the ground. I assumed he had been fired.

I don’t know what came over me but I felt this strange attraction towards the man, so I followed him around for a while, before we ended up in an alleyway where he was trying to hook up with a younger woman that looked at him in disgust. He was just about to forcefully grab the woman’s arm when I stepped forward, distracting the man just long enough for the woman to run away. I introduced myself to the construction worker, whose name I soon found out was Ethan, before offering him a job as my personal handyman. I had to pay him triple the amount of salary for him to agree, and even then he demanded some special holidays and an apartment closer to my home. I didn’t mind though, and in fact I even offered him to stay rent free in the spare room in my spacious mansion, which he agreed to with a scoff. 

Ethan turned out to be just as I had expected. He slept in late, refused to do any work that involved too much effort, and left equipment and tools everywhere. Some of the maids even complained that he had been hitting on them, so I had no choice but to pay them off and replace them with all male butlers. I did make sure though that Ethan was always around when I whipped out another bundle of cash or used my authority over others. I could see it in his eyes and expression how he slowly became more jealous and disdainful of my privileged rich life. Everything was going to plan.

I still wasn’t completely sure if he was the one, at least not until one night when I caught him stumbling back into the mansion dead drunk and crashed into his bed. Given the opportunity, I crept into his bedroom and locked the door. Walking up to him, I shook and asked if he was okay, only to realize he was completely out of it. Not even slapping him across the face seemed to wake him up. With a wide smile on my face I took the chance to inspect what could possibly be my future body. Pulling off both of our clothes, I was completely blown away by how thick and hairy he was underneath. I crept into the bed with him and pulled the blanket over us both, as I laid there next to his naked sexy body and ran my hands across his furry chest and stomach. I admired his handsome bearded face and gave him a long sensual kiss on his thin lips that tasted alcohol. I took a few deep whiffs of his armpit musk, before fully shoving my face into it and licking up the savourful taste. I found myself absolutely loving the taste and smell of him.

Finally, my hands ran all the way down to his furry crotch as I played with his hairy pouch. It felt so heavy in my hand, but that wasn’t the most surprising thing. No, what surprised me was how incredibly fast his member was growing as I had been played with his body. A tall protruding tent emerged on top of the blanket, followed by a wet strain that quickly spread through the fabric. I wasted no time and tossed the blanket away, leaving me watching in awe as the thick and long member bounced around with pre-cum flying everywhere.

I sat up and leaned over, and with my palms wrapped around the engorged manhood, I slowly and gradually inched my face closer to it. The smell of it was so intoxicating I couldn’t help myself anymore and pushed my tongue out. Slowly but rigorously, I began lapping around the foreskin and the head. The quiet moans escaping Ethan’s sleeping mouth only edged me on more until I finally let my whole mouth slide down his shaft. Up and down, up and down I went until I could feel it throbbing in my mouth. Knowing it was coming, I forced my way all the way down just in time as he started cumming uncontrollably inside. The room was filled with his manly groans and grunts, but fortunately he never woke up.

Once I had wiped my mouth clean and fully savoured the incredible taste of his semen, I slowly climbed up and laid on top of him face to face. Our legs intertwined, our members frotting against each others, his furry chest supporting me on top, and his bearded face bristling against my cheeks. Giving him another kiss and pushing my tongue deep inside, I let him unwittingly taste his own cum.

That’s the moment I knew that his body was the one I wanted. No, the one I needed. The one I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life in. Laying there on top of him and forcing us to literally breathe each other’s hot breath, I couldn’t help but speak out:

“This hot mouth of yours will be mine. This sexy face of yours will be mine. This furry chest of yours will be mine. You huge cock and balls will be mine. You musk, your name, even your identity will be mine! And you’re never getting them back!”

Immediately the next morning I asked him to join me for breakfast. He came in looking slightly confused and irritated, and asked me if I had sent a butler into his room during the night to clean him up or something, as his clothes had been folded and he smelled fresh and clean, as he knew for sure he hadn’t taken a shower since yesterday morning. I told him I hadn’t, which was the truth. No butler had cleaned him up… I did it myself. After all, I was going to have to take care of that body so I might as well start early…

Anyways, after we finished the food, I told him I had something very important to ask him about. I told him about the Aegis Association, the bizarre machine, the brain grafting, and even why the process was irreversible. He listened on with an uninterested voice and eyes glued to his phone, until I finally mentioned that I would love to perform it with him. The moment I did his eyes immediately lit up and he put his phone away. I explained to him how I had never really liked my lavished life and how I would love to see the world through the eyes of someone as “hard-working and cool” like him. He seemed a little bit suspicious at first, but as soon as I mentioned that he would have access to all my money and we would have to pretend to be each other, he immediately shook my hand. In fact, he even had me start teaching him everything he needed to know about my life. How much money I had in the bank safe, the name of my financial adviser, even which shirt I usually wore on a night’s out. Of course, I opted out on telling him about my medical condition… and instead I told him the pills I had to take daily was for my dust allergies. A fair price to pay for unimaginable wealth, he concluded.

—

A month had passed and the day was finally upon us. Ethan had barely worked at all, and had spent all the time trying to learn about my life and been planning on how he would be use his new wealth. I’m pretty sure I saw a list of things like “throw an orgy with hookers” and “get Mr. Harrison fired” one night as I sneaked my way into his bedroom. Yes, I had drugged him every night, and yes, I had fully explored every nook and cranny on that perfect body of his. I even accidentally fell asleep one night and woke up with my cock buried deep into his furry thick ass. Thankfully I could play his soreness off as him having slept on a wrench all night, planted there by yours truly.

When the time came and we had to get to the Aegis lab, I suggested we could walk over there and get to know each other a bit more. Ethan refused and demanded we get a limousine, or else he’d cancel the whole thing. Seeing as I had no choice I complied with it. Although on the whole way over there I could tell there was something different in his eyes. He had this amused and sneering look on his face as he stared at me.

Once we entered the building and was brought to the operating lab, the scientist came up to me and asked me if that was truly who I wanted my brain tissue to be grafted into. They were all a little bit appalled by my choice, and even said they’d allow me another month to look for another subject. I simply shook my head and said I was 100% sure, which was received by a callous snicker from Ethan across the room. As per the scientists order he was busily taking off his clothes and throwing them on a heap on the floor. Catching me staring at him in just his underwear, he proceeded to give himself a flex while squeezing his slightly chubby and furry stomach.

“That’s right. Take a good look. This will be your body from now on. Betcha you weren’t expecting this!”

Ethan obviously thought he was making me regret my decision, but all the flaunting he was doing only served to edge me on even more. He really thought that was the first time I had seen his shirtless body… but he had no idea that I had seen that and way more every night for the last month and a half…

As I stepped out of my own clothes and laid down on the operating table, I could tell how Ethan was gleefully checking my fit, fresh, and well kept body out. A metallic rig was adjusted onto our heads, and the last thing I remember was a loud drilling sound echoing in my head before the sedatives fully put me under….

…..

…

I woke up to someone slapping me across my face. I felt slightly dizzy and my eyes were still a bit blurry, but I could tell that someone with dark hair like mine was standing next to me. I closed my eyes again and tried to get some sleep, but someone definitely wanted me awake as I felt the stinging sensation on my cheek once again. Fortunately the second time I opened my eyes everything was much clearer; the high metallic roof, the white bed sheet covering my legs… and my own body standing next to me with a gleeful look on his face.

“Morning, Ethan. I’m glad to see you awake. You really sleep like a stone, huh? Anyways, I just wanted to come by and tell you that you’re fired. And I never want to see your face around here again or I will sue you, got it?” My own body said before snickering devilishly, now being occupied by the former Ethan.

“Oh, and here’s your dirty clothes. I burned the rest of it earlier so these are the only thing you have to wear.” He pulled out the very same clothes I had seen him wear the first time I saw him, before he threw them in a messy heap on the floor in front of me. “Oh, and you really need to take a shower. Not having taken a bath in three days, what the hell is wrong with you?”

With that said he finally left the lab and took the limousine he had ordered with him back home, leaving me lying there on the bed all alone. It took me a few more minutes before I finally managed to stand up properly and walk around, and the scientists came up to check on me. Some of them apologized but said that there was nothing they could do for me now. Not only because they legally weren’t allowed to interfere, but also because there was no way they could win against the hundreds of professional lawyers that he could hire. I simply hook my head and said that this was my decision and this was what I had wanted.

It took me a few more hours until I felt fully recovered. Or a least as fully recovered as this body could feel. It was a strange feeling to be piloting a completely different body from the one I’ve been used to all my life. I felt heavy, I felt scratchy, but most of all I felt dirty. That’s when I remembered Ethan mentioning this body hadn’t been washed in over three days. So I immediately went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower.

I stopped short though, because staring back at me in the mirror was none other than Ethan, the man whose body I had obsessed over for the last few months. I have been playing with it, squeezing it, sniffing it, even tasting it… and now it was all mine. This was who I was going to have to be for the rest of my life, and this is the reflection I would see in the mirror every day from now on. This is how I would feel, this is how I would sound, and this is how I would smell… Forever.

The very thought made me explode in my dirty underwear.

Suffice to say, I spent the next hour and a half in the bathroom fully exploring my new hairy and thick body, now from the inside. The best part though I discovered in the shower, and it was the fact that with a bit of soap and effort… I actually managed to suck on my own monstrous cock! There was no way the former Ethan would ever try that, so it almost felt like I had discovered a hidden treasure. That being this perfectly sexy body that is!

Speaking of treasures, after I left the Aegis Association to begin my life as Ethan, I quickly discovered that Ethan’s, I mean my bank account had been completely emptied. I almost couldn’t believe it. While I had explained that he would have access to my entire fortune, he had been busily planning on screwing me over by leaving me not only penniless, but also homeless and jobless…

It’s almost like he wanted me to die or something, so I couldn’t screw his perfect life over… Thankfully, I was prepared that this would happen so I took out and stashed a bit of money somewhere safe. Not much but just enough to get by for the next months until I could find a stable income. Something which surprisingly wasn’t hard, as the homeless shelter I used to help out with was hiring big strong men to help out with their deliveries. I guess my nice and friendly personality together with Ethan’s strong muscular body just turned out to be the perfect fit for the job.

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Almost a year had passed before I heard from Ethan again. I was enjoying doing hard labour, working double shift both at the homeless shelter and at a construction site that was building a children hospital. I had my own apartment, yet still struggled to pay the rent. I tried working out as often as possible, but work didn’t leave me much time, not to mention my body’s metabolism probably wasn’t the greatest. I had been seeing another guy though, a very handsome and burly man from the construction site whom everyone called “Boss”, me included.

Anyways, it was during an afternoon at the shelter that I suddenly saw a limousine park outside. I watched as my old body, dressed in the most expensive-looking clothes and jewelry, stormed inside and demanded to speak with me, “Ethan!”.

Turned out he had just been at my yearly medical check up and was told for the first time about my inevitable sickness. He screamed, punched, and threatened to sue me unless I fixed this, but I simply told him we had signed a deal with the Aegis Association, and mentioning anything about the operation would lead to disastrous consequences. Not to mention I had to once again mention how the brain grafting was permanent. His consciousness was irreversibly glued to that body, and that body was unfortunately dying. He was just about to get violent with me when the homeless people around us stepped in to protect me. They were pushing and throwing food at him until he had no choice but to run out of there, screaming behind him as his limousine drove away. “You’re nothing but a dirty penniless old man! I hope you rot in hell!”

I mean, he wasn’t wrong. But I really didn’t care. I loved my body and I love my life too much to care about what a narcissistic and spoiled rich kid had to say about me.

I never heard from him again, at least not until around five years later when his lawyers knocked on my apartment and had me and my husband sit down. Well, happily engaged at least. I was told of the frantic last years my former body had lived, as he desperately tried to look for a cure. In the end he simply decided to lay in a pool completely filled with wads of money, all alone, until he finally withered away. The lawyers then explained that all of his money and property; his car, his mansion, his stocks, were all to be divided and spread to his cousins and remaining family equally.

However, it wasn’t until just recently that they found a hidden will stashed within some of the books in his office. Apparently, much to everyone’s shock and the family’s displeasure, “he” had written a secret will five years back that detailed the experience he had with a wonderful handyman by the name of Ethan, and how he wanted his entire fortune and wealth to be given to that simple yet kind man when he died.

“Boss” almost fainted when he found out I was now a billionaire. Me? I just stroked a hand across my handsome bearded face and grinned.

In the end, I finally ended up with the life and body I always wanted, and somehow still had the stability and privileges of my former self. You can betcha that I will be throwing a massive wedding for “Boss” and me one day, and everyone, the homeless included, will be invited!

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Tumblr yoinked the first post of this, but holy fuck I loved writing this story so much that I refuse to let it die. Here’s one with more toned down pics lol

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Coach Martin was scouring the university gym’s locker room for any kind of fresh talent. He had been coach of the university wrestling team for a while, but after several mediocre seasons, declining viewership, and general loss of interest, the school was thinking about cutting the budget for his team for the next fiscal year. He’d gotten used to this sort of thing happening to the liberal arts departments, but at his large, notoriously ‘party school’ university, athletics were always the highest financial priority! Coach Martin knew he couldn’t let that happen. No, not after all of the years he spent building up the team.

He knew there were plenty of talented bodies in the gym, but rarely anyone with the willingness to sign up for the team. ‘I don’t have the time,’ ‘My schedule is too tight,’ ‘Sorry, my studies come first;’ these were all the common lines Coach Martin heard from those he asked. Never mind that he knew for a fact that these boys were out every night drinking and partying every weekend, getting their dick wet at every opportunity. He couldn’t really blame them, after all it is a college. But sure, ‘scheduling conflicts,’ let’s go with that excuse. Anyways, it didn’t matter anymore. Coach Martin had his own ways of dealing with his predicament, and they began with finding a worthy candidate’s clothing.

He searched through lockers, flipping open wallets and checking IDs, hoping to find any kind of viable candidate for his plight. Older faculty members, soft/grungy liberal arts majors, exchange students, lab assistants… He searched and searched but was disappointed by the IDs he found. He passed by one of the rows of lockers and was nearly stopped in his tracks by the tangy bouquet emanating from one of the metal boxes. He took a few steps backwards and could immediately tell which locker the odor belonged to. Even before he opened it, he could smell the intoxicating stench wafting out.

He opened it quickly and his sense of smell was blitzed. A heavy, mixed stench of body odor, cologne, and sex poured out of the locker, a hefty gym bag being the only occupant. He didn’t want to get too confident, but Coach Martin was pretty sure he’d found his candidate.

He opened the bag, huffing out laughter as he was further assaulted by the rank smell that puffed out, and fished around for any kind of ID. He found a thin, dark leather wallet and flipped it open, producing the university’s familiar student ID card: Jabari Jefferson was the name printed underneath with a smiling picture of a thick-necked student over it, emblazoned by a holographic stamp of the university’s crest. Not only did he look like a natural athlete with enough confidence to actually smile in his picture—so many of these jocks thought a smile was a sign of weakness—but he had a certain.. something about him.

You ever see those kinds of people who look like they would be the natural life of the party? People who, just from first impression, looked like everyone would either want to be with them or want to be them? How about people who—for whatever reason you call it—look like they’re the type of person who could fuck your right? Just really use any tools at their disposal—mouth, lips, chest, cock, ass, thighs, feet, take your pick—to make sure you walk away feeling like their trophy spouse? That, Coach Martin thought, was the exact vibe he got from Mr. Jabari Jefferson. He checked all of Coach Martin’s boxes and more.

He opened his phone and went into the school staff’s student directory to look him up. After flipping through the expansive list of students by the last name ‘Jefferson,’ until he landed on his guy. Jabari’s smiling picture looked back up at him, and Coach Martin’s knees went weak simply imagining Jabari giving him a slight wink. He was from way out of state, practically across the country, he was freshly 21, he was a social work major… So he didn’t have any immediate family around, he was young and exceptionally fit, and he had a compassionate and empathetic demeanor… Check, check, check. He was, in every way, a perfect fit! ‘Bingo,’ Coach Martin thought, a chill of excitement spreading through his body from his chest.

Coach Martin prayed to anyone that was listening that he could find something to take with him, anything. He knew by the smell that there had to be something in there that fit the job, he just needed to find it. He fished around in the bag some more for anything he could take with him, anything that wouldn’t be immediately noticeable as missing. His eyes landed on it—well, actually his hand landed on it first—and his nose identified it as one of the sources, if not the source, of the smell. Coach Martin grinned and lifted a dirty jock strap out of the bag.

He passed it between his hands a few times, its fabric feeling a tad moist from the last time it was used, and reeking of sweat. He looked into the pouch where its user’s dick would go—where Jabari’s dick would go, noting that it was a sizable pouch indeed—and saw that there was something wet still there. He looked closer and saw that it was limpid and thick, so he reached inside to feel it, half expecting it to be what he thought it was. As soon as his finger touched it and felt the webby, sticky, tacky substance between his fingers, his suspicions were confirmed—it was pre.

Coach Martin couldn’t help himself, he knew he needed a taste, just a tiny taste. He knew he’d have innumerable chances to taste it later, but he was caught up in the moment. He brought it to his face, inhaled deeply, and quickly stuck his tongue out to sample his finding.

His shorts, which were already massively tented, now had a dark spot blooming near the tip of his cock, and he knew that he should just leave before blowing his load in the locker room. No, there would be plenty of load-blowing later. He stuffed the jock strap in his pocket, rushed to his office to gather his hat and keys, and hurried out to his car, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder in such a way that it obscured the front of his torso, hiding the bouncing stiffy in his gym shorts.

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He came home and noticed his roommate, Gloria—a recent post-grad graduate in sports medicine who couldn’t seem to find her way in the world either—was home from work at her dead-end job and was snacking in front of her computer. He kicked off his shoes and flipped his hat backwards—a little daily ritual he’d grown accustomed to upon arriving home for the day—and walked straight to the kitchen, throwing his chin up at Gloria in a greeting, which she returned. He always felt a tinge of embarrassment coming home. He was in his mid-30s and still had to live with a roommate to make ends meet. Living with Gloria had its perks, though. They were both clean, they had similar tastes in things, they enjoyed going to events together, and they were both excellent in bed. Martin considered himself bi with a preference for men, but late nights + alcohol + weed + horniness + 2 relatively attracted, relatively young people… such an equation often equaled one or both of them receiving excellent head.

“Find what you were looking for?” She mumbled between bites of chips.

“Fucking christ, and how! Gloria, dead serious, if this works, then everything turns around instantly. This guy… he just seems like he’s too good to be true, I could make him a star player in a month, one fucking month, no problem,” he was excitedly gathering materials from around their kitchen as he spoke.

“Whoop-di-doo, Martin,” she answered absentmindedly in a sing-songy voice, not looking away from her numerous application pages to different universities. Everyone was hiring, but no one ever seemed to want a Latina woman as their new athletic director. Figures.

“Ye of little faith,” he admonished as he started his mixture. He began by pouring different spices and oils—as well as some off home-bottled elixirs and oddly-shaped ingredients—into a saucepan, bringing it to a boil. As it began to bubble and churn, a fragrant, perfumed aroma spread through the apartment.

“Wait, you’re doing this now??” Gloria sniffed and turned around from her computer.

“No time like the present, right?” He winked with a smile, clearly enormously excited.

“But, like… I mean, what if it works?”

“Fucking good! Then it works!”

“Yeah, but….”

Martin sighed, pausing his work and looking at his roommate, “Glor’, I’m tired of waiting. If you couldn’t, life isn’t exactly going perfectly, or even following some semblance of a plan, so what the hell do I have to lose? If it works, it works; I start over, I do it right this time, and I get to go into it with the experience I have now. Who would turn that down?? Plus, there’s no amount of prep one can do to prepare for something like this. Who knows, it may go off without a hitch!”

Gloria rocked her head side to side, measuring his impassioned response. “Fair,” she stated simply and then went back to work on her computer. She was always a woman of few words.

Martin sighed and took out another larger saucepan, filled it up with water, and set it on the stove. He *click-click-click*ed the gas stove onto a high flame and set the pot of water over it. While he waited, he opened his phone and looked at the student directory again, finding Jabari Jefferson yet again. He grinned down at the smiling picture, just loving the look of this guy. He embodied ‘stud’ in every sense of the word. He stuck his hand in his pocket and tickled the head of his stiff cock from inside. He looked up suddenly, noticing that Gloria was watching him with a smirk across her face. He chuckled and threw up a middle finger. Gloria shrugged and held up her hands in surrender, getting back to work and shaking her head with a grin. For a boy in his mid-30s, she knew, he had the most active cock of most people she knew. He would constantly be wandering the apartment hard, he jacked off nearly 3 times per day and sometimes more especially at the height of the pandemic, and he would get obscenely hard while they watched TV together and have to ‘excuse himself’ sometimes more than once in a sitting! But still, she loved her roommate all the same and in more ways that one, even if he was a neurotic, busy body, perma-horny, washed up glorified gym teacher.

As soon as the water started boiling, he reached into his pocket. Gloria’s attention shot back to what he was doing and she shrank back in disgust as Martin pulled a jock strap out of his shorts. He looked over at Gloria and wiggled his eyebrows up and down with a grin. She chuckled at him but watched with intrigue as he lowered the jock into the boiling water. Even Martin shrank back at the smell the steam was immediately creating in the kitchen. He let it boil for a minute or so and then turned down the heat, picking up the smaller saucepan and pouring only about half of its contents in, having inadvertently made a little too much of the solution. The smell went away somewhat, but the cramped, 2 bedroom apartment now smelled like a locker room but with a giant basket of potpourri in the center of it. So in other words, better than Martin smelled most days.

Martin took the combined mixture over to the sink, in which a large beer stein was waiting, and held the strainer over it. A pale green, frothy, milky, somewhat pearlescent dumped thickly out of the saucepan, through the strainer, and into the stein. He dumped the odd contents out until the soggy, steaming jock wetly slid out and rested in the strainer. He took a wooden spoon and stirred it around in the strainer, prodding and pressing it a little to get all of the juices out, letting them drop thickly into the stein. He wanted to eat it, just put the entire jock in his mouth, chew on it for a while, suck all of the potent juices out of it, and swallow it. Fantasies are, unfortunately, usually confined to our imaginations, so he just had keep that image in his head forever, easy.

He set everything down in the sink and lifted the stein out. It steamed a little as he held it and it swirled with glittering patterns as he looked down into it, hypnotizing him. He looked back up at Gloria, who’s eyes were fully fixated on him.

“So you’re invested now, huh?” He said as they both laughed. “Wanna see me hulk out? Wanna see me get beastly? Wanna watch me..” He then mimed a fast, sexy dance that involved a lot of flexing, humping the counter, and twerking while Gloria cracked up with laughter.

“Pendejo! Shut up, just drink it,” She giggled as she regained composure. “I’ll resuscitate you when you collapse,” she joked.

He giggled and shrugged with a grin. He then thought for a second… what would happen if it really did work? Would he really give Gloria the show he was joking about? Would he still be himself, even? Would he accidentally (or god forbid intentionally) jizz all over the place? Would either of them be able to control themselves? Such uncertainties had to be shoved out of his mind. He was doing this, come Hell or high water.

“To saving the team,” he offered and lifted his stein in a ceremonial toast.

“To better fucking employment,” Gloria responded, holding up her can of seltzer water with much less flourish.

They both tapped their respective drinking vessels on the nearest tables and brought them up to their lips. Gloria took a simple sip of hers but she watched with her eyebrows raised as Martin drank, and drank, and drank, and drank…. He was loudly gulping down his concoction and Gloria could see his throat opening wide and closing intermittently by his bobbing adam’s apple. When the large stein was finally tipped all the way back, drops of it spilled out around the sides and ran down his cheeks and neck, some of it dripping onto his shirt.

He brought the stein away from his lips and slammed it down on the counter with a strong grimace, holding his liquid-swollen gut, trying to swallow the remainder of its contents. He forced a heavy gulp and took in several heavy panting breaths, letting out a loud and aromatic belch. Gloria watched with concern as he gripped onto his bulging stomach that seemed to be bulging bigger and bigger, and his mouth bloated as if he was going to vomit. He heaved as though he was spitting up, and then swallowed, rolled his shoulders, and stumbled backwards, the concoction clearly making a mess of his innards. Thrown against the kitchen counter, he tightened his eyes closed and Gloria heard a low grumble before he let out a louder, more intense, and more aromatic belch.

He gripped onto the edges of the counter, taking deep breaths and recovering from whatever the hell that was. He seemed to have gathered himself, though still taking huge breaths and sweating slightly, but his stomach had stopped bulging out in its rotund size. He looked down at himself, waiting for any other kind of reaction, and seeing none, lifted his head in a grin and did a comical bow towards Gloria.

“Ha ha ha,” she said sarcastically, letting out a pent-up, long exhale, actually chuckling slightly. “For real though, I thought you had poisoned yourself…”

Martin looked down at the stein, embarrassed he hadn’t even considered that it could have been poisonous. “… Well, no harm done,” he remarked, wiping his lips and chin off. He looked down at himself disappointedly, lifting his shirt to expose his hairy modest set of abs, checking for any change, “No help done, either.”

“There’s always next time, Coach,” she said sympathetically, turning back to her work. She was only a little bummed out. She’ll admit, she was sort of hoping that she could’ve watched whatever happened to him happen.

Martin was obviously impossibly bummed, too, though he didn’t outwardly show it. He was the most excited he’d ever been in his life for something to happen. What’s more, he was devastatingly horny for the whole thing. He was still pretty horny, too, imagining himself fucking beasting out in front of his roommate, her loving it, him—

… an icy wind seemed to sweep through his body…

—showing off different muscle groups, her feeling him up and worshiping his growing, glistening frame, seeing himself winning local, state, regional, and national championships in wrestling, him—

… a soft tingle could be felt on each and every muscle group, awakening them and priming them…

—bedding just about any willing guy or girl like back in his glory days, taking modeling gigs maybe, posting thirst traps and racking up followers, h—… He paused his train of thought, feeling his body come to life like something major was about to happen.

‘Oh, shit,’ he thought to himself, his breath quickening and his eyes widening. ‘It’s here, it’s happening, oh god I can feel it starting, FUCK…’

“… But could you imagine, though?” he interjected after a brief silence between the two of them, a confused look spreading across her face as she heard him panting. “L-Like, what if it actually w-orked?” Gloria noticed his voice crack and turned to look at him.

“Uhh, that would be really cool, man. I’ll admit, I was hoping for—..,” she answered with furrowed brows, but was quickly interrupted.

“It’d be r-eally cool,” he agreed, his voice sounding strained and mildly euphoric. She noticed in the middle of his words that his voice cracked even deeper. She heard dull cracks and a soft moan and saw his body quickly drop, fast enough and far enough to make his frame bounce as he landed at his new height, sinking about 3 inches shorter but now considerably wider, having maintained his same weight and musculature.

“… Y-yea—..”

“More than cool, it’d be—uurhn—lifechanging,” he leaned his head back with his eyes tightened closed in a long groan and stretched. As he did, his pecs seemed to stretch further away from each other and his shirt grew tighter as his frame widened even more.

She didn’t know where to pinpoint when it actually happened, but between shrinking in size and broadening in width, Martin appeared to regress at least a decade in age. She didn’t know Martin when he was in his early 20s, but she was certain that she was looking at mid-modified version of it. Healthier skin, darker hair, more vitality, stronger body, more radiant ‘fuck-me’ energy, and, dear god, a much more potent smell. She could smell his natural musk pouring off his body and pervading the room, clearly overflowing with pheromones by the way it affected her upon smelling it. Seeing how cute he looked and how intoxicating he smelled, it was no surprise at all that he spent basically all of undergrad fucking his way through every fraternity and sorority.

“… Mar—?…”

He interrupted again, “Like, just imagine,” he began to sway in place, taking heavy breaths and dripping sweat. He stared at Gloria with a panting, slacked jaw and then grunted slightly as he shook his arms loosely, rolling his shoulders back and exposing his bushy pits. With heavy grunts, muscles began to pulse and swell larger and larger underneath his skin, larger than from his glory years, clearly now becoming someone else. “Me, swelling huge, in front of you,” he continued in a deep monotone as his body when rigid. He licked his lips as his upper body trembled and jiggled under his shirt, before his shoulders, neck, and pecs heaved and bulged larger, over tripling their original sizes. He gasped and moaned down at himself, still taking heavy breaths and squeezing his thicker muscles. “GOD, you could worship me and watch me stack on so much size,” he panted in a high moan, bouncing his massive pecs and twisting his arms and flexing for himself as Gloria started at him with an open mouth, seeing his skin begin to deepen in color. “I bet you’re picturing me now—RRNNGG—turning into this… fuckin’ oversexed.. bro.” As he spoke, his muscles continued to pulse larger and his throat thickened. “Getting the ass,” he grunted loudly as his formerly cute, tight ass bursted into a thick, firm dump truck behind him, pulling his shorts away from his back. “.. and thighs,” he grit his teeth as he flexed his legs and watched his thighs explode into massive trunks within his shorts, causing the legs to rip open. “… of a proper fuckin’ wrestling team captain.”

Taking advantage of the tear in his clothing, he pulled at his shorts, ripping them off his body and tossed them to the side, now standing in just his backwards hat, ever-tightening grey shirt, and blue boxer briefs. He stood staring at her for a moment, taking huge inhales and exhales of breath, when his breath suddenly tightened and his eyes squeezed closed. She sensed movement below and looked down to see his calf muscles tremble for a bit, then pound out from his legs large and hard. He blew a relieved breath through pursed lips, lifting each leg off the ground, shaking it around to loosen his tight muscles and in turn making his newly buff calves and thighs jiggle. Another pained expression came across his face as he looked down below his legs. His feet suddenly twitched, bulged, cracked loudly, and extended longer and thicker, squeaking across the hardwood floor as they grew. Hearing the sound, he grinned and wiggled his larger toes, looking back up at Gloria with a horny grin and a wink. He and she both knew that Martin had a thing for foot play, both giving and receiving, so it dawned on both of them at the same time that there would be some extensive exploration of the realm of foot play with new, mammoth feet like his.

Gloria didn’t think she’d ever forget this symphony of noises from the last 5 minutes: the dull cracking of expanding bones, the faint stretching of skin and limbs, the fleshy thudding and churning of growing muscles, Martin’s vocalizations, the sound of clothes tearing. Those sounds alone were enough to get her fully turned on, knowing who they were attached to and what they meant.

“M—… Martin?” she croaked, shocked by what had transpired.

“Yeah, w’sup?” He responded, looking up at her with raised eyebrows while she saw dark splotches rising up onto his skin, tattoos appearing all over his body. She saw his tight, darker skin twitching as several designs appeared all over him, depicting symbols, images, and texts that were meaningful to Jabari. Most of his body hair had shrunk back into him while he exploded with muscle, but she could see that the hair what was left was growing thicker and darker. He reached up and scratched his head over his hat and itched his thickening beard, taking deep breaths and grinning at the new sensations. He returned his attention to Gloria and dropped his hand lower, rubbing his thin abdomen and waiting for a response.

“I think—..” she paused, watching him rub his gut and bite his lip as his stomach suddenly emitted a deafening, churning groan, and slowly, shakily rose against his touch, pushing his abs forward and thickening his torso. She gulped, “I think it worked.”

“Whaaaat, you really think so?!” He asked sarcastically with a grin plastered across his face. “Aaahhh,” he hissed between his teeth and held a hand up to his face, feeling and hearing the bones underneath crack and reshape. He felt chin jutted out and angled wider a little bit, prompting him to lift his other hand to disbelievingly feel the new shape of it. Suddenly, it looked like he had smelled something awful, pinching his face muscles together, inhaling sharply between his teeth. His mouth popped open in what appeared to be a huge yawn, which seemed to open wider and wider, his jaw cracking as he did. As he exhaled powerfully, he shook his head left to right several times and at a lightning speed, vocalizing as he did, making deep, motorboating sounds with his voice. When his shaking came to a stop, he had completely different facial features. Gone was the old Coach Martin—or at least his likeness—and the person who stood before Gloria now had a drop-dead handsome mug; she was particularly drawn to his dazzling eyes and gorgeous mouth. “That’s so much better,” he groaned with a drunken grin, his voice finally matching the face and body that went along with it, looking over at the mirror in the living room and admiring himself. He looked to be moving something around in his mouth, and then opened it and stuck out his tongue, unfurling longer and longer, extending a few centimeters past his superman chin. He turned his head, wiggling his eyebrows at Gloria, then shaking his head and waggling his extra long, extra thick tongue at her where she sat. She groaned to herself, unbelievingly turned on by the performance she was receiving. His face suddenly dropped its smile and his eyes appeared to go slack, making him look either sad or like he was approaching orgasm.

“M—..”

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait, hold up, I’ve been waiting for this part,” he said quickly, barely above a whisper. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his face contorting into a look of extreme pleasure. She heard a sticky, fleshy sound and she looked down at his boxer briefs, her jaw dropping. The front pouch of his briefs was extending away from his body and widening larger. Based on how quickly and dramatically it was happening, she could’ve assumed he had a small animal hidden in his underwear, struggling to get out. He did indeed have something in his underwear struggling to get out, but it was no small animal. No, what was struggling to get out was attached to beast, a god, and a well-hung one at that. She could see the outline of his dick—something she’d gotten used to living with him—bloom longer and thicken hugely within his briefs. He was lucky the fabric of his underwear was so stretchy, as his balls began to swell next, growing to the size of lemons within his tight sack. She watched them through the fabric, contract and drop, contract, drop, contract, drop, each time hanging lower, larger, and heavier than they were before.

His ecstatic face went back to normal and he looked at her again with his sexy grin, biting his lower lip and taking a few steps towards her chair. Usually, their sexual encounters happened in similar states: both intoxicated, both chronically horny, and both in their respective average bodies. The latter no longer applied to Martin, not by any stretch. Neither of them were drunk, either. However, both of them were extremely horny, and Martin was prepared to give her the ride of her life. He had just moved into another body—one with more perks and advantages than he could’ve ever hoped for in his old one—and he wanted to take it for a test ride. As he approached, he peeled his shirt off, tossing it aside, and adjusted his briefs.

“Alright. Now then, where were we?” he sighed, standing up straight and loving the feeling of his new, young, vibrant, and fucking sexy self.

Her throat was desert dry, she couldn’t think of a thing to say. She swallowed dryly, “…. Umm, y-you—..”

“Oh, that’s right! You were said you think my little miracle mixture worked, right?”

“Martin, I—..”

“Who th’fuck is Martin? I’m Jabari, baby! Jabari Jefferson,” he rubbed his hands up and down his torso, squeezing his muscle tits, running his fingers over his sculpted pecs, scooping his hand under his package and letting the hefty thing drop with a jiggle. He felt himself get all the more hornier at the mention of his new name.

“You’re…” she started, looking him up and down some more, drinking him in, excited by watching him check himself out. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“Thanks, babe,” he said bashfully with a wink and a puckered lip. “So, you think it worked?”

“Fuck yeah it did! Look at you, man!”

He nodded to himself, looking down with a grin. “I don’t know though, Glor’. Let’s see… D’you think it worked on my pecs?” He bounced them for her a few times, showing off while she nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay, okay, maybe you’re right,” he agreed jokingly. He looked down at himself wondering what he could do next. He twisted his torso and brought his arms up into a flex, accentuating his biceps, triceps, and pecs. “What about these, Gloria?” he asked as he strained in his flex. “You think it worked on these arms?” She continued nodding, looking like she might die if she didn’t get a chance to touch him all over.

He giggled, looking down to check himself out again. Fuck, he could even feel the weight of his ass behind him. He turned around and slipped his briefs down past his butt, giving her a look at his rippling back, dump truck ass, tree trunk thighs, and athletic calves. He activated as many of those muscle groups as he could with a strong flex.

“What about all of that, huh?” He turned his head around on his neck, making sure he has all eyes on him. “You think it works on my legs? My back?” Gloria stood up at this point and crossed over to him, reaching out to feel his warm, soft skin and the hard muscle underneath it.

“You’re a fucking stud, dude…” she cooed, enraptured by the soft feeling of his hard body.

“How about my ass,” he reached down and squeezed his cheeks with both of his hands and rolled them around in his palms. “Huh? You think my mama gave me that ass? Is that all natural?”

She laughed, reaching down to get a handful of his ass herself, “100% pure Kobe beef, Martin, without a doubt…”

“Oh, baby, no,” he cooed in a sweet voice, turning around with the back of his underwear still hanging low to show off his ass. “I told you, baby, it’s Jabari,” he hooked his thumbs under the front of his waistband, “… fuckin’…” he lowered his underwear to the floor and stepping out of them, scooping them up in his hand, “…Jefferson.” He stood back up, his slick, glistening, uncut cock chubbed up and bobbing slightly away from him, his leaking cock head nearly kissing the front of Gloria’s athletic shorts, his nut sack hanging heavily between his legs. His cock hung neatly downwards, heavy yet still swelling with blood, and he scooped a hand under his balls and let them drop, jostling his package for Gloria. She just looked down at his junk speechless, worried that she might start gushing if she moved a muscle.

He looked down at the briefs in his hand and brought them to his nose to sniff. He inhaled deeply, his own pheromones immediately plaguing his senses, his fist bunching the underwear up in his palm as he did. As he slowly inhaled, his cock simultaneously slowly began to lift up further, becoming fully erect by the end of his inhale. His stiff cock completely expanded the distance between the two of them. He took a step forward, his spongy head pressing into the front of her athletic shorts, leaving a dark stamp of pre where it touched.

“Fuck,” she exhaled heavily with a shuddering breath, feeling Martin—or rather Jabari’s—heartbeat in the tip of his nearly footlong cock, feeling her own throbbing heartbeat in her pussy syncing up with his, and feeling herself starting to give over completely to her intense lust.

“Ready for this?” He asked with a coy grin, quickly lifting her up and seating her on the edge of the kitchen counter while he rapidly hooked his fingers under her shorts and panties.

“Wh—..” before she could finish her thought, in one swift motion he pulled down her shorts and panties and then immediately squatted lower, opened his mouth, and placed it over her pussy. She took in a massive, unexpected, ecstatic gasp as he frenched her anatomy, rolling his long, thick tongue around the rim and up and down the expanse of her sex and intermittently plunging it in as far as it would go. She gasped some more and held onto the top of his head, rubbing her hand over the fabric of his hat and grinding her hips against his face as he twirled his tongue around and sucked on her clit, sending lightning storms of pleasure through her body.

They continued like this for several more minutes, him reaching around and groping her ass as he continued to eat her out; her manhandling his head and looking down to watch this rippling Adonis pleasure her like a queen. She felt herself reaching a mountain peak of ecstasy and finally jammed his face against her pussy and bucked against it as she cried out in a loud, lengthy, whining moan. Her orgasm felt as though it lasted a full minute while he continued slobbering her, egging her on by slurping her up loudly. She eventually ended with several long, tired moans as he stood back up licking his lips with a satisfied grin, his face and beard saturated with her.

As she continued gasping with her eyes closed in exhaustion, he stood back up and tugged his pre-slick, half-hard meat into full stiffness, taking a step towards her and planting himself between her spread legs, against the counter. She could feel his spongy head press against her again, and opened her eyes to see him standing directly in front of her, his cock angled into her and his face wet with her.

He leaned in, licked up her neck and around her ear, and whispered softly, “My turn.”

She clenched her teeth as his tip pressed into her, popping inside and widening her enough to accommodate his shaft. He gave her time to adjust, letting her breathe heavily against his shoulder and grip his back. As he continued sliding the rest of his length into her, she whines and dug her nails into his back and bit his shoulder, making him grunt out in pain with her, until he was buried all the way to his hip inside of her. She’d never had someone or something so huge in her before, and she was almost proud of herself to see that she could take all of Jabari.

They looked into each other’s eyes panting until Jabari finally flashed a smile and lifted her off the counter with his strong arms, still stiffly buried inside her. She gasped and giggled, holding onto his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his hips as he held her against him by her bottom. He giggled with her and swapped tongues with her as they walked as a single, connected body towards Martin’s—now Jabari’s—bedroom.

———

On the opposite side of town, in the dorms at the far end of campus, a student who had been feeling like shit all day since he came back from the gym was tossing and turning on the bed in his room as he napped. He was sweating bullets, his stomach loudly churning and groaning as he moaned and groaned in fits of agony in his sleep. His feet peeled out of the end of his comforter and slid out a little bit further as his body lengthened. His skin became lighter and dense body hair sprouted all over him, his body aging about a decade. His size sank lower aa his muscles dwindled into a much more modest size while his cock, still retaining most of its length, became thinner and pink.

He continued to sleep, still tossing and turning, still sweating heavily, still in brain-splitting agony.

———

Jabari and Gloria both laid on top of his bed naked, his drying cum covering his and her hips and a huge puddle of it was soaking the sheets under them. Gloria had her head cradled in the valley between Jabari’s huge shoulder and massive arm, laying with him and running her hands up and down his torso while he flipped through different apps on his phone and logged into Jabari’s accounts using the store of memories he’d consumed.

She ran her hands lower and grabbed onto Jabari’s thick, limp dick, holding it in her hands for the first time and then fondling his massive balls. She felt him twitch a little as blood started to flow and chub him up.

“Want more already, huh?” he asked with a surprised grin, not looking away from his phone.

“Nuh..” she responded absentmindedly. “Though I am genuinely impressed at how much you were carrying,” she continued, marveling at how full she felt, her insides swimming with him, and he still had enough to spray out of her, soiling both him and herself, and soaking the bed underneath them. “Who knew those bull nuts could store so much.”

He chuckled and pulled his arm out from under her head, turning himself over. “Didn’t anyone tell you?” he asked coyly as he propped his arms up on either side of her and hovered his massive frame over her body. “I’m a spunk factory, baby,” he leaned in with a smile to kiss her while she grinning giggling and reciprocated, reaching up to squeeze his arms and pecs. He moved his kisses down her neck, onto her shoulders, on her chest, and down to her breasts, where he tickled her nipples with his tongue and sucked a little.

She moaned and writhed against him as he continued, but he soon quickly pulled away and stood up from the bed, walking to his dresser. He shuffled around and pulled out a jock strap—one of his old ones—and slipped it on, next finding a pair of gym shorts. He found the biggest pair he owned and slid them up his legs and around his ass. Even though it was one of his biggest, loosest sizes, it still hugged his ass and bulge obscenely, but that wasn’t necessarily an issue.

As he searched through his closet and found a tank top, Gloria propped herself up. “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah,” he responded plainly, pulling the similarly tight top down onto him, having to stretch it over his pec shelf and popping the seams of the shoulder straps as it struggled to accommodate his mammoth arms. “Gotta head to the gym. I need to plant a seed in someone’s ear, show them that there’s a ripped, super talented stud that’s looking to join the wrestling team. Maybe give them a demonstration to show what they’d be missing if they even think of cutting funding for the team,” he looked down at his bulging body, each part hugely accentuated by his too-tight clothes and his tank top unable to cover his midriff. “Probably go to the store afterwards, too. I thiiiink I’m too big for anything I currently have.”

“But I think you look terrific,” she teased.

“Yeah?” he grinned down at himself, cupping his obscene bulge, running his hands over the skin-tight curvature of his ass, feeling his pecs with his nipples protruding out of the sides of the tank top, and flashing a few arm flexes for Gloria while she giggled. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to make any little old ladies faint every day, would I?”

He put back on his hat and gave her one last look before he left the room, “I’ll see you after, though. Round 2 later?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she replied enthusiastically.

He flashed a wide, pearly grin at her before disappearing behind the door. Gloria heard him collect a few things from the main room plus the familiar sound of his keys sliding off the counter, and listened to the door shut and lock.

She stretched on his bed, smelling his sheets and detecting his musk and the thick stench of sex they had created earlier, and could feel his dried seed on her skin below. Fuck, did he become a goddamn stallion, and out of nowhere! She reached a hand down and started playing with herself as she recollected the afternoon. He bloomed into that stud hunk right in front of her and then filled her to the brim with his jizz. And before that, before even thinking about getting himself off, he gave her the best head she’d received in her life. What a gentleman!

When you think about it, he really figured out immortality. Realistically, he could just transition to the next young stud every time he felt like he was getting too old. Muscles sagging? New young stud. Dick won’t work? New young stud. Belly getting paunchy? New young stud. Just for the hell of it? New young fucking stud. And who’s to say that he had to stick with dudes either! He could become anyone he wanted to, or at least anyone with whom he got in close enough contact. Now that she thought about it… anyone could do that. Anyone at all… They just needed some of the solution… the solution that was still in the half-full saucepan on the stove… That, plus someone else’s belongings…

Gloria felt a sweeping rush of arousal as she imagined the possibilities for herself. She could be fucking anyone. She played with herself more intensely as she imagined herself transforming into back into a young, busty, curvy, beautiful body. Hell, it didn’t matter if it was men or women for her either! She imagined that having a cock would be loads of fun; they’re already silly looking things but she bet that they’re extremely exciting to play with. In fact, she could put money on it that it would make her job search loads easier. She could picture herself now: stretching taller, bursting with muscle, getting hairy, cock sprouting from her hips… And Martin… well, let’s just say Martin no longer had use for his old body…

Before she came all over the sheets, she shot up from the bed and instantly sprung into action. She quickly dressed herself, throwing her own shirt and a pair of Martin’s dirty black gym shorts that was nearby. She looked for some clothes, something, anything, to use for herself. One positive thing about living with Martin was that he was a super clean roommate, but that didn’t make her current task any easier. There was nothing on the floor or in a basket that she could use, so she directed her attention towards his closet.

Throwing open the accordion doors of his closet, she fished through his shirts, his pants, some accessories, all immaculately cleaned and ironed. She was looking for something a little more personal, a little more used. Her eyes drifted above the hanging clothes to the shelf above. Off to the side, she saw a small white cardboard box, with “Undrgrad WresTeam Shit” sharpied bold and black onto the side. She pulled it down, brushing off some random crap that was piled on top of it, and opened it up. Inside, she saw several folded posters of his team (she did some hunting to find a younger Martin smirking up at her from the grainy picture), a solo pic of him in his gear and crouched down into a stance, some ribbons and plaques, and…

‘Gotcha,’ Gloria thought to herself, pulling up a standard blue wrestling singlet, folded on top of his university’s wrestling uniform. She assumed it must have been his practice singlet, and the smell emanating from it basically confirmed her thoughts. ‘Damn, he could’ve washed this every day and it wouldn’t have taken away that caked in smell,’ she thought, holding it up to her nose and inhaling. Gloria hoped traces of the young Martin were still embedded in the fabric of the singlet. She thought back to how Martin looked near the beginning of his transformation—reverted back about a decade in age, young and tight and in the prime of his life—and became freshly horny again.

This was it, this was what she would use. She took the singlet and hurried to the kitchen, clicking on the stove once again and putting the saucepan of Martin’s solution over the flame, and began to fill up another pot with water.

———

The steaming mug of the shimmering, swirling, green elixir sat on the counter while Gloria waited for it to cool. Was she nervous? Absolutely! Who the fuck wouldn’t be? But Martin’s monologue—he had always been such a monologuist—before his transformation stuck in her mind. Really, what did she have to lose? Chances like this only come by once in a lifetime, if ever, and she was determined to take advantage of it.

Gloria picked up the mug from the counter, and raised it to her eye level. She shrugged, “Salud,” and threw back the contents of the mug, pouring thickly and hotly down her throat. The tingling, uncomfortably hot sensation was bad enough, but foul taste and smell was almost too much to bear. She grimaced at the taste immediately and startled herself with a sharp and sudden belch. The sensation continued in her gut. She felt like her stomach was being punched into knots, churning and rolling violently as she watched her stomach bloat outwards. Fuck, was the feeling intense! It felt like she was being pumped full of hot, compressed air, and nothing would offer her relief until she exploded. The sensation continued until eventually, the sensation traveled up her esophagus, into her throat, into her mouth, and out of her in a deafening, prolonged, much deeper belch than before.

She put her hand in front of her mouth, shocked at herself. Martin definitely did not have a reaction this severe… While she no longer felt like her bodily safety was threatened, she did notice that the churning feeling didn’t dissipate, but rather left her stomach to spread throughout her anatomy. She felt every part of her insides bloat and compress, bloat and compress, as if her entire body was breathing, and felt a cool rush seem to pass through her. She didn’t know what was about to happen, but something was clearly about to happen.

She could feel it first in her lower abdomen. It felt as though her ovaries were being tugged into her womb and swelling larger, hardening into fleshy golfballs inside of her. She then felt like she she was kicked in the gut as combination of Jabari’s cum and her own vaginal juices began to pour out of her, into Martin’s loose shorts around her waist, and onto the floor, voiding her entire womb of anything while something struggled to get out. She gripped onto the kitchen counter, feeling like she was giving birth to something tiny but feeling a throbbing, painful sensation in her gut as whatever it was inside of her was being squeezed tightly. As she pushed, she heard a wet, sliding *pop,* pulled down the front of Martin’s shorts, and looked down in gaping awe.

A single, sacked testicle came sliding out of her. With another wet, sliding *pop,* she saw the next one come out. She took in deep, gasping pants looking down at herself, grinning wildly as she pinched the fleshy sack containing her balls and pulled. She groaned orgasmically as the rest of her nutsack came slickly sliding out of her hole, sealing it up completely as it fully exited her. She continued to gape down at herself as she watched her clit throb and lengthen, throb and lengthen, throb and lengthen, over and over again and pulling down its own hood until it hung thickly between her new balls. She laughed in amazement as it thickened more and more and more, a slit appearing in the top of it and veins rising to the surface.

As her new cock continued to fatten between her legs, Gloria reached down and wrapped her hand around it, immediately throwing her head back in a powerful moan as an electric shock radiated throughout her body starting from her new cock. She could faintly feel a brushing sensation against her back and shoulders as her hair shrank back into her head and thickened, while at the same time she felt a revitalizing youthful rush sweep through her, amping up her energy levels and amplifying her horniness massively, as her body regressed several years in age. Her face twisted in a pained yet monumentally pleasured expression at what came next.

Her limbs dully cracked and pulled away from her, loudly lengthening her neck, arms, shoulders, torso, legs and feet in a matter of seconds, causing her to stumble a little and find her balance. At her new height, she felt a rush of power and importance, standing like an alpha above everyone else with this cock proudly pointed forwards. The shirt she was wearing was now much tighter and rose over halfway up her torso with her new height. Her entire body began to tremble as she felt a pulsing sensation spread through her body. She looked down, twisting her arms and body to catch all angles of herself, and began to feel a white hot pressure building up inside of her.

“Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit,” she panicked slightly, her voice deepening further and further with each utterance as she watched her entire body begin to swell like a balloon. Her neck and shoulders thickened and bulged as her arms grew heavier and heavier with dense muscle. A tingling sensation traveled up and down her upper arm as Martin’s once-faded tattoos appeared clean and sharp. The threads in her shirt sleeves began to pop one by one, prompting her to flex to speed the process. The sleeves tore upwards along the seam, exposing the her bulging upper arm and shoulder muscles, and the seam under her pits bursted apart, splitting the fabric wide open and exposing her pits, which were beginning to sprout soft, bushy hair.

“Fuuuuuuuuuccccckk…” she continued moaning deeply as she felt her upper body weigh down with thick meat. Her shapely breasts bloated wider and wider, jutting out slightly further and hardening against her chest, replacing them with massive pecs, which were upsettingly larger than her former breasts. While abs rose to the surface of her skin in stacked, hard muscle, Gloria giggled as she brought her massive arms up to her chest to flick her sensitive nipples and play with her substantial muscle tits. She’d never had a rack like this, and she intended to flaunt it. She tightened her eyes closed and stretched her shoulders back, causing her dense muscle tits to bulge further out and spread apart. The shirt completely gave up at that point, splitting cleanly down the middle at the cleavage line. She giggled and grasped at the remains of her shirt with her huge hand, yanking it down and tearing the rest of it off of her. She could feel her back muscles beginning to sprout larger and larger, adding insane definition to her already rippling back, and she rolled her shoulders back to feel the sensation of her growing muscles.

Gloria then felt a sore pain in her lower back and knew what was next. She leaned over the kitchen counter for support, arched her back, and groaned through an amused laugh as she felt her ass involuntarily jiggle, bounce, and twerk, already knowing that it, too, was about to be bigger than it was before. She grunted and laughed, looking back at herself as her ass swelled, confirming her suspicions, stretching the fabric covering it and packing with hard muscle and fat. She groaned again as she felt the changes move down her thighs and calves, feeling their muscles tighten and pulse. She stood back from the counter and watched them grow, admiring how huge they were getting. If anyone asked her to, she was fairly certain she could kick an iron ball across a field and crush a watermelon between her thighs. They stretched the gym shorts tightly around her curvature, giving her ass a nice, mouthwatering shape and accentuating her massive package. She watched her dainty feet flex and expand, her toes popping bigger and thicker as her feet widened and lengthened, becoming flatter and more defined. She wiggled her toes with a giggle, amused by how foreign the feeling of a massive foot was.

Her heavy breathing, wild grunting, and laughing were suddenly cut short as she experienced the sensation of what felt like a giant plunger covering her face and jerking it like mad. She could only make strange, deep, pulsating vocalizations as she felt her head reshape. It started as an incredible pressurized feeling as her head inflated, becoming physically larger than it once was. The inflating feeling persisted as her head lengthened, becoming less feminine and more oblong. Next was a tugging, cracking feeling as her jaw became more angular and squared, a pleasant itchiness spreading across it as the shadow of a beard rose to the surface of her skin. Her brow jutted out and made her look more distinguished and severe. A tingling in her eye left her with green eyes instead of brown and she felt her nose twitch and move on its own, cracking outwards and downwards and giving her a sharper nose.

Finally, she felt an exhilarating, white hot rush burn through her, feeling her semi-timid demeanor shift to a cocky and confident one. She groaned in a deep rumble, feeling positively powerful in her new body, prompting her to reach up and squeeze every new bulge and curve of her body, lifting her arms up in a flex and burying her head into both of her pits to inhale and lap up her intoxicating musk off her dense and bushy pit hair.

In the middle of her self-worship, she could feel her body begin to climax—though not exactly orgasm—and anxiously awaited what it was about to do. Suddenly, her body gave off one more intense, throbbing, ecstatic pulse, her new muscles in literally every muscle group bulging larger and tightening in one final burst. That final burst made her skin-tight shorts loudly explode off of her, making her dense ass and thighs fire out free into the hair in a stiff jiggle while her large cock and balls dangled out rigidly in front of her. That final burst also never shrunk back down and left her standing with about 10-15 more pounds of muscle. It felt as though her body had said in that pulse, ‘All done! Sweaty young sex god, open for business! Eat me, lick me, fuck me, suck me, just please do something to me!’

He could feel himself—every delicious inch of him—bulging outwards and shaping the physique of a truly exquisite specimen. He could also feel his bobbing cock nearing climax on its own, his body flooded with new and unfamiliar hormones and begging for release, even if that meant hands-free. He knew he had to see himself, he could feel it on his face that he clearly was Martin now, but he simply had to see it.

He darted out of the kitchen and ran towards his bathroom. He could feel his hard body bouncing as he ran through the house and could feel and hear the floor tremble and buckle with each bouncing thud. He jumped into the bathroom from the hallway and lost it.

“GGUUUUuuuuuhhhhhh fuuuuuuucckk,” he moaned loudly immediately upon seeing his reflection, his stiff cock pulsating and vibrating intensely as he fired off ropes and ropes and ropes of cum. He couldn’t stop! It just kept spurting and spurting, a sensation completely unfamiliar to him but also completely addicting. He just let himself lose control with it, allowing his hips to buck and buck, thrusting in time with each spurt, lifting his arms up to flex, pinching his nipples and squeezing his chest.

After what had to have been a full minute of nonstop jizzing, he felt himself finally taper off, his spurts becoming slow, drooling excretions instead of high velocity volleys. He took a look down at himself and his bathroom counter. His torso was coated white, his hair straightener and fragrance products and other items on his vanity were soaked—but he didn’t think that mattered much anymore—his mirror looked like a cummy Pollock painting, and the sink was almost half full as his thick seed sank down the drain, wetly belching up air pockets as it went. He wasn’t an expert on the matter, but he was pretty sure he could singlehandedly keep a sperm bank in business for a good year and a half at least with the amount of spunk his cock spat out. He ran a middle finger up his cobblestone torso to sample his product and brought it up to his mouth to suck it dry, appreciating his flavor so much that he did so 3 more times.

In a post-nut glow, he cleaned himself with a wet rag, amused at how his body felt as he ran his hands over his hard curves and bulges as he used the rag. A few more twists and grins at himself confirmed the fact that he was a man through and through. She recognized the person that stood in her reflection: it was the Martin she saw shortly before he started to fully become Jabari, the Martin that existed about a decade ago. The young, virile, athletic, decorated, dumb, and holy shit full of cum Martin. Martin’s—or rather Jabari’s—mixture had worked exactly as planned! At with such spectacular results too…

Before he got caught up in another round of intense self-pleasure, he thought to himself about how he could surprise Jabari with this when he came home and wondered what the best means would be. As if he’d known it all along, a perfect idea popped into his head. He thought through the specifics for a moment and then turned to jog towards Jabari’s room. Inside, he went straight for the closet and pulled down the box labeled “Undrgrad WresTeam Shit,” immediately opening it and fishing through its contents down to the bottom.

———

Again across town, a low, guttural groaning could be heard from within one of the dorm rooms. The figure of a 30-something man tossed and turned on the bed in a fit while he slept heavily. His sweating, hairy body churned and grumbled yet again as his feet began to sink back into the covers, his legs losing a lot of height.

In an instant, his balls were sucked up into his body, his sack trailing close behind as it plummeted into his hip, as his cock began to dwindle smaller and smaller and smaller, losing all of its shape and heft and veiny girth. It remained attached to him, but much smaller, yet surprisingly much more sensitive. The hole his balls and sack had sank into tightened smaller while folds began to appease around it.

The hair all over his body began to shrink back into him, leaving him smooth and soft, his skin beginning to darken slightly. The hair on top of his head became longer, softer, and darker, becoming almost jet black, and cascaded down his shoulders and around his pillow. At this point, his grunting and groaning became more high pitched and erratic, sounding more like a woman getting a good fuck rather than the beefed up stud who’d entered earlier.

His pecs began to jiggle and then suddenly exploded outwards, not in muscle but in fat, and spread further apart. His areolas grew darker and larger while his nipples jutted out stiff and long. While that happened, his body dully cracked smaller and more petite, his chest, torso, and hips taking a more hourglass shape while more muscles in his back and legs dwindled further.

His hair began to disappear from his face and his head thudded smaller and smaller, taking a rounder shape. As more of his body began shrank smaller and more feminine, he began to stir awake. He shot up in bed, breathing heavily, and could feel the last shrinking, tightening shifts as his body settled into its new state.

He sat where he was, panting heavily and not believing his eyes, watching his new tits heave up and down with each breath. He held a hand up to grasp one and felt a shiver run up his spine. His other hand traveled lower and grazed his new anatomy. As soon as he swept across his clit, electric bolts fired all throughout his body, loving this new feeling and not really wanting to take his hand away. He thumbed his clit as he sank his middle finger into his new hole, swirling it in and out while rolling his thumb softly over his shrunken dick. Just as he started to get into a rhythm, he heard a familiar mechanical shuffling and looked up to see the door to the room swing open. It was his roommate, back from a run around campus.

Neither could believe what the other was seeing. He had only ever seen his roommate after he was done with classes, not in the middle of the day like this, fresh from a run, reeking of body odor, dripping with sweat, panting like a dog. He… actually wanted to taste him. He’d kept it to himself for a while, stealing glances of his roommate only whenever he got the chance, but he’d never gotten the opportunity to see him so athletic, virile, and doped up on endorphins… He sorta loved it, and he wanted some more of it.

His roommate came in fully expecting an empty room for this time of the day. The last thing he expected was for it to be occupied, but especially without his roommate present. Especially occupied by a woman. Especially occupied by a busty Latina woman. Especially occupied by a fully nude busty Latina woman. Especially occupied by a fully nude busty Latina woman who was flicking her bean when he entered. He didn’t know if it was from the endorphin rush from the run or if it was from what he walked into—or, more likely, a combination of both—but he was fully boned at this point. His proud 7 incher was pressed hard against the fabric of his running shorts, his spongy cock head beginning to leak pre.

His roommate—now an older Latina woman—could see it in his shorts. Who couldn’t? He—or rather she—wanted nothing more in that moment than to be impaled by him and filled with his hot cream. She’d smelled it on him plenty of times before, now she wanted to taste it, she wanted it inside of her, she wanted it sprayed all over her smooth body. Something weird was going on, for sure, and she intended to figure it out. You don’t just go to sleep a beefy stud in the Black student union and wake up busty older Latina woman. But for now, she just wanted her roommate. Every sweaty inch of him.

She spread her legs open at him, flipping her hair over her shoulders and making sure her breasts were prominently displayed, “Come and get it, big guy,” she cooed in a rich moan.

“Ooooo-ho-ho-ho-hoohh, fuck yeah,” her roommate responded with a cheeky grin, immediately hooking his fingers under his waistband and dropping his shorts, his cock springing upwards and slapping his abs as he excitedly moved over to his roommate’s bed. He flipped his hat backwards and immediately started giving her head.

She gasped and held onto his head, enjoying the several minutes he spent slobbering her parts until he stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed by her thighs. He entered her smoothly and quickly, his pre-slick cock easily sliding into her soaking wet hole and filling her up perfectly with his length and girth. As she wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him into her while he pounded away, they sucked each other’s faces and bodies eagerly, wanting to taste and feel every inch of each other. It was in this moment when she wondered if she ever even wanted to change back into a man…

———

Jabari drove home with his shirt off and the windows down, the breezing air cooling his sweat-coated skin, his backseat full of new clothes. His heart was still racing from his performance at the gym, where he gave the university’s team sports coordinator a demonstration of his exceptional wrestling skills and techniques. He was 100% certain they would email him to say they’re reversing their decisions the next day. Who wouldn’t, after seeing exactly what he was capable of?

His phone chirped and he looked down at it.

“1 New Message: Gloria 💃🏽”

He grinned and clicked it open.

• wya

He rolled his eyes and grinned. ‘She must really be missing this dick,’ he thought. But who could blame her?

• omw home, spectacular performance :) 🙌

• great!! you love to hear it.

• 🥂

He watched the “…” fade in and out for a while. Did she have something to say? After about a minute, another message popped up.

• when you get back could you please come to my room? nothing bad ;)

He giggled to himself.

• ofc 💦

He locked the phone and sped up on his way home.

…

Jabari parked in the driveway and quickly walked to the door to head inside, ignoring his many new clothes in the backseat. Before he even reached the door, he kicked off his shoes and untied the waistband knot in his shorts. As he head inside, lowering his shorts to the floor and standing in his tight underwear, he felt that there was something.. off about the room he entered. One of his shirts and shorts were sitting in a torn mass on the kitchen floor, and the entire place had a warm, humid feeling, not entirely unpleasant.

He sniffed the air. It smelled fresh and musky, like the gym in the late afternoon, but he assumed that might have been leftover from him and his, uh… display in the kitchen. He walked past the living room and kitchen and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms, where the smell had intensified. He sniffed it deeply, loving its intoxicating aroma but curious as to its source. He passed his room and quickly leaned inside to sniff. There was a definitely lingering scent in his room, likely from his sex-stained sheets, but that couldn’t have been it. He kept walking down the hallway where the smell continued to intensify.

As he passed Gloria’s bathroom, his eyes were immediately drawn to her vanity. It looked as though a giant had come into their house, trudged its way to her bathroom, and sneezed a full sinus worth of snot onto her vanity. The sticky, white, mucus-like substance was hanging like jiggling stalactites from almost every corner. He thought it looked like…

But no, it couldn’t be. Must’ve been some kind of new lotion she had really fucked up opening. No matter how musky it smelled in that bathroom, it couldn’t be what he thought it was, right? To the left outside of her bathroom, her bedroom door stood closed, and he tenderly grabbed onto the knob and turned it.

“Hey Glor’, what’s that stuff in here, it’s—.”

Standing at the foot of Gloria’s bed was something—or someone—completely unexpected and totally impossible: his former self, only about a decade younger.

He was wearing his old wrestling singlet, the one he’d always worn through his time as the wrestling team captain and the one that had seen championship trophy after championship trophy. The one that would turn everyone’s head who saw him. The one he accidentally jizzed inside of on numerous occasions while beating off to get the testosterone flowing before a match. Jabari could admire from his vantage how well the singlet cupped his muscly ass and bulbous pecs. He loved how small it appeared on his somewhat larger frame, and he could see clearly that his former body appreciated the way it felt, too. After all, the singlet perfectly hugged his stiff, thick, meaty rod and his dense ball sack. His tattoos were now printed on his skin with stark relief, much sharper now than the decade or so ago he gotten them.

Jabari stood with his mouth hanging open and his stiffening cock tenting his tight underwear obscenely. His younger body smirked at him and slid down both shoulder straps, rolling the rest of it off his torso and completely bearing his gorgeous muscle tits and abs. He then brought his arms up behind his back to expose his pits and thick underarms, sucked in his abs and chest in a flex, accentuating all that Jabari saw.

“Ta-da!” The younger Martin grinned in a strained voice through the flex.

“…. Gloria??” Jabari huffed out in stunned disbelief. His former self shrugged playfully and looked back down at himself in admiration. Jabari thought back to before he left, making a quick mental connection after recalling both the fact that he had left her in his room and the fact that his concoction was only half used. But she had done it. She had actually fucking done it! “But… why?? I mean, you’re amazing, but…”

“I figured, why should I let you have all the fun?” He took a few steps towards Jabari. “Plus, I got a good look at you mid-transformation earlier and I gotta say, you were mouthwatering as fuck in your prime.” He twisted his arms in alternating flexes again, watching himself bulge all over with pure fascination.

Jabari was nearly on the verge of creaming his underwear. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, watching a younger version of himself flaunt his looks and musculature so confidently, it was almost too much to bear.

“Besides,” his younger self continued. “I’m getting real fucking sick of being turned down because I don’t fit the picture perfect mold of an athletic director. But this,” he ran a hand up and down his body, squeezing his pecs, running his hands over his abs, scooping his package, grabbing his ass. “This fits the mold exactly.”

Jabari felt weak in the knees, his dick was on the verge of exploding.

“And another thing,” he continued, taking another step towards Jabari until they could feel each other’s hot breath on their chests. “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna fill the role of team captain, so now you’re just missing a coach. Here’s what I’m thinking,” he then reached down and cupped his hand over Jabari’s package and reached around with the other to slide a finger down his underwear and into his crack. Jabari gasped as his younger self leaned in to whisper in Jabari’s ear, “I’m thinking, you should get used to calling me Coach Martin.”

“GGYUUUUUUuuuuuUUUUuuhhhh,” Jabari sang out in an ecstatic moan as he fired shot after shot after shot of jizz into his underwear, bucking his hips against Martin’s hand, feeling Martin’s large middle finger plunging in and out of his tight hole, quickly making the inside of his underwear a hot, swampy mess which began to seep through the synthetic fabric, coating younger Martin’s hand in his thick baby batter.

Martin giggled and helped coax more out until the end, giving his package a few tight jerks until he felt it stop spitting out jizz. As Jabari took long, panting breaths, Martin scooped tightly against Jabari’s package, scooping up every last drop that had seeped through the fabric into his hand. He then brought his cupped hand to his face and slurped up its contents, licking his hand clean when he finished.

Jabari reached up and held onto the back of Martin’s head, bringing him in for a massive smooch, each of them opening their mouths to each other and swapping tongues, saliva, and cum between them. They wrapped their arms around each other and ran worshipping hands up and down each other’s physiques, grabbing onto fleshy mounds of muscle and grinding their bodies against each other.

Martin disconnected from Jabari and worked on freeing his own cock from its confines within the singlet, letting it grind against Jabari for a moment before interjecting with an unusual request and a wide grin.

“How do you feel about being topped by your younger self?”

Jabari threw his head back in an ecstatic laugh and hooked his is thumbs under his underwear, letting it drop wetly and heavily onto the floor. He quickly spun around, his ass crack cradling Martin’s fat cock like hot dog buns. He leaned back and rested his head against Martin’s shoulders.

“Fuck me up, bro,” he whispered, licking in and around Martin’s ear before continuing. “Make me squeal, Coach Martin.”

Martin grinned widely and pushed Jabari’s legs apart with his own, reached around to hold onto Jabari’s chest, then slowly slid inside of him.

After setting up my phone, I take a quick inhale of air before pressing the record button. “Hey there everybody, uh, it’s Ken Clarke here,” I say, trying my best to seem as natural as possible. However, given the situation, it’s understandable why I’m not a total pro at recording videos yet and seem quite uncomfortable based on what I see reflected back at me.

Hearing myself say my name, I can’t help but take a momentary pause as I try to let the realization sink in once again. “Well..” I start to say, letting a slight chuckle escape from my lips as I immediately begin to scrap my original script and just speak off the cuff. I knew there was no point trying to hide the obvious, so I just began to speak and open up about my life. “As you probably already know, I’m not the real Ken Clarke. Clearly, given what happened to all of us last week, we’ve all found ourselves in different bodies across the entire world. Given all of the confusion about what has happened though, I felt like it would be best to try and remove some mystery by revealing myself and trying to explain who’s now in control of your favorite Instagram hunk. So let me go back to the beginning and explain who I used to be…”

* * * * *

Before I suddenly became a hunky fitness influencer, I used to be an absolute nerd. At 23 years old, my life was quite pitiful to say the least. Although I had a rather healthy relationship under my belt for the past 3 years, there wasn’t too much else to write home about in terms of my life. My indecisiveness had led me to become an awkward and antisocial older student returning to undergrad. While I certainly wasn’t some 30+ year old guy having an early mid-life crisis, the situation was still quite embarrassing (and infuriating) to deal with all of these pretentious yet determined teens that somehow had their lives figured out already. Given all of the mental strife I was undergoing, I could only pray that getting this third degree would finally help me figure out what I want to do with my life and just jump into an actual career.

With most of my time being eaten up by an intense course schedule and a part-time job at a shitty retail store, there really weren’t many opportunities to be sociable (even if I wanted to)! So, to try and at least form some sort of friendship, my attention soon became directed towards facilitating friendships with like-minded people who enjoyed the same video games, movies, or stories that I do. For the most part, these friendships were essentially my only savior to help push me through any rough period I had mentally. In fact, one of these friends had even helped convince me to start focusing more on my writing abilities to help build them to be the best they could be.

Besides the general discussion about my writing interests and various music or movie news, my friends and I also had a huge interest in sharing our favorite hunks on the internet. Staring at rippled abdominals, bulging biceps, angular jawlines, and hefty pecs day-in and day-out was a double-edged sword in the most extreme of ways. Although it certainly was fun to embrace my thirst for these men with my friends, it didn’t help my unhappiness towards my own chubby body. I of course tried my hand at testing out the gym, but the concept of being laughed at or getting long stares from across a hectic gym quickly overrode these attempts, inducing panic attacks that left me fleeing towards my car in extreme haste and never returning.

But with nothing to do on a boring Sunday afternoon, I absentmindedly scrolled through my Instagram feed and felt my dick harden as I stared at the never-ending content displaying the buffest and hunkiest men I could dream of. Given that I was home alone and mind-numbingly bored with a slight migraine, I pulled down my underwear as I began to focus specifically on the account of one Ken Clarke.

While it was only natural to desire the bigoted straight man in hopes that you could “fix him” with your affection, I resonated with Ken mainly because he didn’t fit into that same group. Although he was certainly a hunk with impressive muscles that could easily be cocky and a complete straight alpha, Ken was as gay as a Pride parade and happily married to a man named Mark. I found it quite wholesome to see such a bonafide hunk find companionship in someone that could easily be described as a 6/10 in terms of attractiveness. 

Regardless of my own personal opinion, Ken’s identity as a gay man that looked to inspire people to build muscle and be the best possible versions of themselves was incredibly appealing to me. So, as I leaned back into bed and continued to try and get myself off, I couldn’t help imagine how incredible it would be to have his life. With a husband already locked down that was clearly devoted to him and a promising career as a fitness influence AND OnlyFans content creator, it was absolutely the life that I could only dream of having!

So, as I scrolled through his stories from earlier today, my thirst only grew stronger as I watched the hunky man detailing one of his tropical vacations. The sight of his hairy chest and prominent facial structure left me weak in my knees and quickly slingshotting me towards a quick yet massive ejaculation. I closed my eyes as he turned the camera to show off his husband and few friends that tagged along, I moaned and gasped as I shot my load and quickly came onto my chest.

But as I finished making my mess, I soon found myself disrupted by the feeling of hot air blowing against my shirtless body and a loud rumbling noise echoing in the distance. While it certainly didn’t make any sense, I couldn’t help but assume that I had mistakenly left a window open and allowed my neighbors to hear my passionate moans as I got myself off. Filled with shame and eager to close the window, I opened my eyes but soon found a different sight than my normal bedroom staring back at me.

Instead of the scenic views of horror movie and concert posters against a plain white wall, my eyes were met with the wild sight of sandy beaches and a crystal clear ocean. Understandably, I darted my head around in confusion as I couldn’t understand where I was and how I got there. But as my eyes looked around and took in all of the views while realizing that I was sitting in a beach chair, I soon took in the different view of my own body. Instead of modest chest hair and a slight gut, my chest was bulging and covered in a pelt of black hair while my stomach was now adorned with impressive abdominals. The biggest giveaway about who I was now came though as I turned my gaze towards my torso and stared at the large tattoo running down my right side. I was somehow in the body of Ken Clarke!

With such shock riddling my body, I couldn’t help but exclaim “Oh fuck!” while quickly jumping onto my feet. But just as I tried to approach a random woman standing a few feet in front of me, the once-calming shore erupted into screams of terror and confusion as everyone seemingly experienced the same thing that I did. Understandably, I heard several men and women screaming out to inquire about where they are and most importantly WHO they are. Darting my head around while trying to figure out where to go, I soon caught sight of Ken’s husband and friends sobbing in shock and aimlessly running around the sandy beachfront. Not wanting to leave them to their own devices and do something crazy, I wasted no time jumping into action, approaching them and telling them that I could help them figure out what was going on if they just followed me.

Fumbling through the swim shorts that Ken was wearing, I quickly led the group of men towards the resort I had seen in his Instagram stories before finally pulling out Ken’s ID and room key. Just as we entered the resort, I began to hear the sound of violent crashing and yells ringing through the broad beach. Not wanting to be involved in some riot and risk injury or even death, I angrily demanded the 3 men to follow me into the elevator as I took them to the room on the key card and brought them into Ken’s room.

Although the quiet was quite a relief to help calm me down, it seemed to have an adverse effect for the other men in the room. Looking down at themselves, the three men were understandably shocked and desperate to run into the bathrooms and stare at their various reflections. As I watched each of the men look at their shirtless bodies and take a quick peek at what was concealed by their shorts, I curiously noted the varied expressions between them all. The person who was in Ken’s husband Mark’s body clearly wasn’t too upset, letting out a slight smile as he latched onto his manhood and gave it a tight squeeze through the shorts. But for the other two men, their faces and expressions were of abject terror as they felt their new appendages and let out girlish shrieks in response. While it seemed fairly clear that these women were undergoing a gender swap, I was still desperate for answers.

Pulling them away from the mirror and leading them to a couch in a rather large living room, I quickly ushered them to sit as I began to explain who each of them were. To put it plainly, the two women-turned-men were quite shocked by their new identities while my apparent new husband took the news rather well. After finishing their explanations, I began to describe the facts behind the man I was now in the body of. With that quickly handled, I then took the lead in terms of introducing our true identities. “Well uh, I’m Nate, I’m 23 years old and I’m from the United States…” I said, motioning towards the body of Mark to continue the chain of introducing themselves.

To my surprise, Mark was revealed to be controlled by a man named Luis, who was actually the bartender here at the resort the group of men were staying at. My thoughts were then confirmed as each remaining introduced themselves and revealed that they were really women from across the globe. The burlier of the two men was revealed to be Sadako, a Japanese woman who had been married for over 30 years, while the smaller framed man revealed himself to really be named Carly, a blonde woman from Quebec who was a college cheerleader. 

After getting the two gender-swapped women to calm down, I quickly ushered them towards their shared room before returning to my own room. By the time I had returned though, the stranger that was now “my” husband was already fast asleep due to the shock of what occurred to them. While that was understandable, I lacked any desire to sleep and would rather explore my new situation. So, with my phone now in hand, I headed into the bathroom before shutting and locking the door behind me. 

As I flicked on the light switch and stared at my reflection, I was in utter disbelief to really see Ken’s reflection staring back at me. The intense stubble with that prominent mustache worked perfectly on his face, which caused me to chuckle as I felt the thick coarse hair rubbing against my upper lip (an area that I hadn’t had much ability to grow facial hair). While I was now in the body of a man that I had literally just jerked off to, I found it rather strange to see that I wasn’t turned on by my own reflection. Instead of intense lust and desire towards my reflection, I felt a weird sense of… pride.

With a body now decked out in incredible muscle and an attractive face, I finally began to realize that I finally had the self-confidence and body positivity that I had so desperately longed for myself. So, eager to see more, I quickly pulled off my shirt and watched as my new physique was revealed to me in all of its glory. Letting an audible gasp escape from my lips, my hands wasted no time moving on their own accord to explore my new physique. Cupping my pecs and squeezing, I smirked as I felt the new sensation of firmness that had usually been soft and pillowy in my old body. 

Throwing my bicep up into a flex, that smirk turned into a rather cocky grin as I pulled out my phone and began to take videos and photos of my brand new body. After setting my phone down and squeezing the thick ball of muscle that had more sheer power in one arm than I had ever had in my previous life, I began to grow curious about what was possible with intense muscles like this. Clearly, I would be the object of everyone’s lustful stares at the resort whenever I walked around shirtless, but what could I actually physically do with this body? Knowing there was a resort gym, I began to grow eager to see what this body could truly do. So after throwing on a tank top from Ken’s suitcase, I quietly exited the room to try out these muscles and test out what its limits were…

* * * * *

Understandably, the next few days of the resort were rather hectic. Out of nowhere, the resort would be overrun in confusion and pandemonium over some random individual throwing a fit and trying to ignite some sort of riot. While it could have been fairly easy for a normal resort staff to dampen such hysteria, the fact that the resort staff had also been swapped provided some issues. These poor individuals were still trying to adapt to their new roles for the most part, sans the occasional staff member who would state that they were once wealthy and rich and refused to service others. 

But as each night passed and people began to slowly adapt to their new lives, both the staff and resort guests began to embrace their roles. While most people were certainly shocked by their acceptance of the situation, I wasn’t entirely too shocked. This whole resort was created for the purpose of helping people calm down via the salty sea breeze and crystal clear ocean lapping against the shore. So to me, it seemed fairly obvious about the positive impact it could have to help everyone remain calm and relaxed. Hell, even Carly and Sadako were even beginning to embrace their new manly forms whenever we went down to walk along the shore or go swimming.

In terms of what we did, it seemed to be a simple routine that emerged by the second day post-swap. Every morning, the group of us would get up to shower and get dressed before going out on a walk throughout the town. After exploring the sights, we’d make our way back to the resort to sit down at the bar and restaurant along the shore to have brunch and watch the various global news channels interrupting the syndicated telenovelas to provide updates on the scenario. With each passing meal, it seemed as though there were less and less answers being provided by global leaders. On the first day, the United States instantly spoke out about the swap and discussed how it had affected every individual in the world (which was already clear based on my interactions with Sadako and Carly). But after vowing to find the “source” of the transformation, the country went radio silent as they clearly couldn’t find any answers.

Although the majority of individuals believed the swap to be some scientific bioweapon, I could only view the phenomenon as some kind of divine intervention. But instead of being affected by some kind of religious or godly figure, I couldn’t help but assume that this was solely an intervention on behalf of fate and karma. While most people refused to remove any sort of rose-colored glasses, it was abundantly clear to me through my upbringing that there were plenty of problems plaguing the world. Watching throughout my life as wars emerged for no reason, the difference in wealth inequality grew exponentially larger by the year, and society was clearly deeply corrupted in the form of racial injustice and political agendas, I felt somewhat relieved that this was happening. In a way, I viewed these swaps as a way to help facilitate peace and intense realizations about the dysfunctional world we live in. Shifting perspectives could be just the thing we needed for humanity to get its shit together and begin to work together rather than being so divided. 

Although I certainly loved the concept of what people were deeming as “The Great Shift”, I couldn’t deny how upsetting it must have been to find yourself in not only a new country but also an entirely new society and country for those individuals who had to endure global swaps. While it was nice to see my two new friends quickly adapt to their new sex, I found intense relief in the fact that I had known Ken’s body and life. Even though The Great Shift had given me a new body, I kept the same facets of my personality such as my anxiety and movie buff intelligence. With that anxiety still buzzing around for me even as I try my best to enjoy being Ken, I couldn’t imagine how debilitated I would be to end up in the body of someone completely random.

Speaking of those individuals who ended up in the bodies of someone completely random, my attempts to contact my boyfriend had showcased that he was suffering from that same fate. Upon finally getting the new inhabitant of his body to answer his phone, I wasted no time introducing myself and inquiring about who was in control of my boyfriend’s body. To my absolute shock and disbelief, my boyfriend’s voice quickly revealed that it was now being controlled by a former 32-year-old father of 3 from Australia. 

While I clearly wanted to learn more about this random man, there was a clear annoyance in his tone that indicated to me that the man had no indication of wanting to talk more about his old life with me. On top of that, the man wasted no time shaming me for my homosexual urges while boldly stating that he’s a straight man with no intention of ever being intimate with a man. Clearly, I didn’t care about what that guy did with my boyfriend’s body while I’m an entire country away, but when he boldly rejected my attempts to get his old phone number so I could talk to my boyfriend and see how he was doing, I was obviously quite pissed off by the situation. No matter how hard I begged and pleaded for the man to share that pertinent information, he held strong and boldly told me to fuck off before hanging up on me. With no other avenues to pursue in terms of finding out how to reach him or even just learn his new name, I was left to abandon my idea of regaining contact with my former partner. Although I was upset for such a loss, I couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of his new life. Even though I wasn’t a big fan of kids, he had always desired them one day, so it was good to know that even though he lost a good 10 years of age, he finally got what he had always dreamt of having…

Back to the stunning locale of Puerto Vallarta, the group of us continued with our daily rituals upon having a gourmet meal prepared for us. After waiting a good 30 minutes for our stomachs to settle and our sunscreen to be fully effective, the group of us then moved towards the beach as we spent a good chunk of the day sunbathing or wading throughout the gorgeous light blue ocean water.

Throughout the entire vacation, I began to notice each member of the group (including myself) give more and more stares of longing and attraction towards each other as we waded through the water and noticed our physiques, which ranged from bulky and flabby to completely buff. Despite the varying physical forms we all had, the attraction remained equal between all of us as we began to further embrace our new identities. For Sadako, she was quite relieved to have been able to lean into her sexual desires given her older age and lack of intimacy with her long-time husband. Carly was quite relieved to experience life here as well due to the fact that she had actually been able to escape a fairly abusive relationship with some bulky hockey player. Although it was strange to view themselves as gay now, the two former ladies still retained their attraction towards men and thus soon embraced the new community they found themselves apart of.

With such overwhelming lust and desire between all of us, I can’t deny that we got more intimate upon returning to our room. While my room only had one bedroom due to Ken and Mark’s status as a married couple, the large size was able to allow all four of us to writhe around in a passionate orgy of desire. For hours, each of us took turns leading the orgy while getting the other 3 men to admire every inch of our new bodies. It was quite a hot experience to endure honestly, especially whenever Sadako or Carly (now only going by their new identities as Riley and Kyle) got quite dominant and commanded me and the new Mark to either suck their dick or fuck their asses with a dick I had seen multiple times prior on Ken’s OnlyFans…

Speaking of Mark, each additional day in our new bodies had caused us to learn more about each other’s old life and their interests. To my surprise, we had formed a connection rather fast to the point where there was a very clear attraction on my part forming towards Mark. It was amusing for me to realize, especially given my previous thoughts about his appearance, but Luis’ personality was able to truly help elevate him into a true 10/10. After the orgy as he prepared to sleep on the pull-out bed in the couch, I quickly stopped him and invited him to sleep in bed with me. Like a child, his face turned into a wide grin as he quickly bounced towards the bed and jumped into bed with me. As soon as he was under the covers, the two of us wasted no time feeling each other’s physique and giving a level of intimacy that made it seem as though we really were a married couple. While we were clearly too tired for another sexual experience, we still had a great time making out with each other and cuddling until we both passed out in each other’s arms.

The next morning as we woke up and prepared for our early morning walk, the two of us chose to get together and have some more fun as I topped my new husband against the cold tile of the bathroom shower. Without even thinking about it, we both pulled on the wedding rings that we had hidden away immediately after the shift occurred and gave each other a wide smile. Extending his hand out, I quickly grasped onto it as we exited the room to meet our friends for our brunch routine.

As we sat around at the restaurant waiting for our food, I realized that it was finally time to stop delaying the inevitable and reach out to the new Nate / the real Ken. With trepidation and shaky hands, I quickly dialed my phone number and attempted to FaceTime my old body.

Given how the Australian dad in my now ex-boyfriend’s body refused to answer my call after several attempts, I had assumed that Ken wouldn’t answer my phone calls as well. But to my surprise, I was proven wrong as the call was answered by the second ring and I soon saw my old face in front of me.

“Uh hey there Ken, I just wanted to call and say hi…” I said, trying my best to remain calm and not as awkward as I felt. I expected the man to explode into a thunderous rage given the body and life that was forcibly taken from him, but to my surprise, his face broke into a slight smile as he exchanged similar pleasantries. 

For the next twenty minutes or so, we each took turns informing the other about the events that we’ve endured over the past few days. While my recount of the events post-shift were fairly redundant given the schedule the group of us had created, Ken had a boatload of stories to tell me about his new life. Apparently, the Australian man hadn’t taken kindly to Ken in my body, as he quickly threw him out and left him scrambling to find somewhere new to live. Luckily for the little bit of savings that I had accumulated, Ken put a security deposit down for a studio apartment in town to at least give him a place to stay until the whole phenomenon is figured out and fixed. 

Upon asking him about how everyone is reacting in America, Ken wasted no time telling me the brutal honest truth about the country: it was a fucking shitshow. According to him, there were riots nearly every day being shown on the news as hardcore Republicans attributed the swap to the “liberal queer agenda” and vowed to seek revenge for how they had been slighted until they were back in their rightful bodies. Of course, we both knew this was false and had a good chuckle about it while he recounted the story, but it was still alarming to see how poorly it was going there back at home. In fact, I was kind of dreading taking the flight back home, especially since the tickets in the hotel room had the group of us returning home in two more days.

But after he finished recounting those tales, Ken wasted no time asking me about what was going on with his husband and if I knew who was in his body. “Uh yeah, well, your husband’s body is right here..” I say, turning the camera to the side to show Mark’s body sitting right next to me with my arm around his shoulder. It was strange to see my own face being displayed back at me, but I couldn’t deny that it was sweet to see the relief on my old face due to Ken knowing that the impression of his marriage would remain intact (even if different people were inside of those bodies). 

“And actually, your husband is over there,” I continue, turning the camera towards the bar to show the bartender currently on duty. In awe, Ken wasted no time asking me if that was truly his husband. “Yeah, that’s your husband,” I awkwardly say with a slight grin, moving my hand up to my face as I try my best to remain calm in the situation. 

Not one to conceal any information, I begin to discuss more about the new resident in Mark’s body and how his real husband is adapting to the changes. When me and Luis first talked on the second night after the swap, we headed down to the bar to drink our worries away about the situation. To Luis’ surprise, he found his old body bartending and approaching us to ask for our orders. In the shock of it all, I wasted no time informing him of who we were and asking how he was doing. I was sure that it would be quite the shock to go from being the husband of a famous fitness influencer to a lowly Latino bartender, so I just had to ask to give him an opportunity to rant.

But to my shock, the man was rather apathetic towards the situation, stating that he didn’t really care anymore and he just wanted to do his job to keep his mind off of The Great Shift until a solution is discovered. I knew that this was understandable, but I was rather alarmed and shocked to see him just be so laissez-faire about his downgrade in life. Maybe he wasn’t as happy as I assumed, I thought to myself as I looked towards Luis and gave my drink order.

For the next hour or so, the three of us made small talk in between drinks while trying to approach the situation as normal as possible. The new Luis had no real desire to talk to his old body, opting to mainly talk with me before asking the occasional broad question to keep the other man involved. As the bar finally shut down and the new Mark made his way up to our hotel room, I stayed back to say good night to the real Mark as he finished washing the dishes and setting up the bar for the next morning. To my surprise, the man wasted no time telling me that while he was happy to have this moment with me and his old body, he wanted no further contact with us due to his annoyance towards the situation. If he was going to be stuck in that body forever, he didn’t want to be constantly reminded of what he lost by having to interact with both his former body AND husband. I nodded my head in agreement and quickly made my way back to the hotel room to immediately fall into a deep slumber.

After relaying the highlights of that interaction with the real Ken, the man was bummed due to his desire to talk with his former husband but understood where he was coming from. Just as I began to ask Ken more questions about his new life, our food quickly arrived at the table and I was forced to end the call to eat my food while it was hot. Thanking me for calling him, Ken smiled and said he looked forward to talking to me again soon before hanging up to let me enjoy my meal.

With that obstacle out of the way, I went back to enjoying the last few remaining days of my vacation with my husband and friends. As both me and Mark embraced our new identities and relationship, we started to fully go out with showcasing our affection towards each other in the gay-friendly destination. We wasted no time getting a private cabana and being served by on-site staff that treated us as if we were a newlywed couple (which in a way we were). After we had our fill of that though, we quickly headed off towards the nude beach to have some fun and enjoy the sight of each other’s fully nude bodies. If the beach was fairly dead, I couldn’t deny thinking about some more intimate fun the two of us could have. While I had never done it before, the concept of sex on a beach was too good to pass up with my lovely husband!

* * * * *

“So yeah, that’s everything you need to know about who I used to be. Clearly, due to the shock of it all and my awkwardness, I think you could at least understand why this account had been so lacking in terms of content for the past week…” I said, looking into the camera as I began to loosen up more and more and have fun with the situation. 

While I was sure that I could never fully replicate the same energy and persona of Ken, I was beginning to feel more and more confident in terms of my abilities to at least give it my best shot.

“Regardless,” I continued, “I just wanted to reach out to all of Ken.. well, my followers, and make a statement now that we’re back from the resort. I know it’s going to take some time before I can fully get into the life of Ken Clarke, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m no longer going to fight this new life that I’ve been given. This is an absolute gift and I’m not willing to waste any more moments of not knowing what to do with my life. I now have a lovely husband and a career already figured out, which is everything I had ever wanted. I don’t know if this is permanent or temporary, but while I’m Ken, just know that I’m going to do my best to provide the same type of entertaining and uplifting content that you usually saw on this profile pre-shift.”

“In the meantime though, you’ll have to excuse me!” I say, smiling into the camera as I watch Mark pass in the background while carrying some bags back towards our bedroom. “I need to finish unpacking my bags and check in on the real Ken to see how he’s doing. But before that, I need to spend some quality time with my new husband. Until then, I’ll see you guys soon…” I proudly say as I end the video and let out a deep exhale while reflecting on everything that has occurred. Even though only a week has passed since The Great Shift occurred, I can’t help but feel as if my old life was from a lifetime ago. Before I could dwell on the facts of my situation, a whistling from the other room caused me to jump onto my feet. With haste, I bound towards the bedroom to join my husband in our bed to commemorate our new lives together…

“C'mon babeee, please!”

I groaned while my boyfriend kept tugging at my arm. I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was giving me the puppy dog eyes. I did my best to not look at him, I refused to give in again.

“Pleaseee!”

“Again?” I asked.

“Again!”

We’ve been dating for 3 months. I love him- I really do, but I’m regretting telling him about my secret power to enter other people. No not sexually, I mean literally enter. I can enter another person’s body and either just ride along with them, or take control. I told my boyfriend about it, and he didn’t believe me. I mean I don’t blame him. Who would believe someone that just randomly says Hey! I can possess people!

And me being me, I just had to prove it to him. So I told him I would enter him, and in his disbelief, he let me do it. I entered him, and now he’s amazed at how cool of a boyfriend he has.

“Just once more! I promise it’s the last time!”

So why is he begging me to enter him again?

Well… Long story short, I rode along inside his body while he had sex with someone off Grindr. Apparently, orgasms are like 5X stronger when we’re together. Both for me and for him, sex is just better when I’m inside him. It only happened once, but now he’s hooked. And honestly, so am I.

“Alright babe, once more,” I told him with a smirk. His eyes lit up, God I love when he’s happy and smiles.

He wasted no time taking off his clothes. I stretched as he bent over, ready for me to enter. I braced myself, and then ran straight towards his hole and dove right in.

“Oh God!!!” He shouted as my arms began sliding right in. I could hear him moaning as my head went in. His hole was expanding to accommodate my torso. I had to start climbing in as the lower half of my body went inside him. I made sure our bodies aligned, and with one final slurp, my legs slipped in. I was now inside my boyfriend’s body.

“Miss us?” I asked him from inside.

“Fuck yeah!” He began putting his clothes back on. I let him keep control over his body, I trust him and he trusts me. It’s only right.

He took out his phone and was about to open Grindr, but I stopped him just in time.

“Woah woah woah babe, we gotta shave first! We gotta look fresh for our dick appointment!”

He groaned, but I insisted we clean up first. He was feeling lazy, so he let me take over and I got us ready in no time.

We looked cute!

And looks like Grindr agreed, within minutes we had about a dozen different guys hitting us up. We thought over who we wanted to fuck, and then eventually chose one and invited him over to our place.

He came over and we got straight to it. We kissed for a while before I, needing to get fucked so badly, pulled down his pants and then ours. We laid down on our back as he lubed up his dick and our hole. He teased us by rubbing his cock head against our hole.

“Oh fuck…” my boyfriend moaned. He then stuck the head inside us.

“Oh fuck…!” I moaned. It was working.

Me being inside my boyfriend made getting fucked that much more pleasurable. Slowly little by little, his uncut thick head pushed its way into us. I could feel our hole was on fire. We loved the feeling of his cock inside us. And then, once we were fully relaxed, we took all 8 inches deep inside us. He then started pounding away.

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I take picture with his phone—or should I say, my phone—and take in his wonderful body.

Two hours ago, I was working out when I saw this hot stud come in. It was my first day at the gym and my body was still lanky. I couldn't focus on the workout and all I could do was stare at his handsome face and muscled body, looking at every inch of solid hunk of meat. The next thing I remember, I was looking up and my chest was heaving up and down.

"What the—?" I said, a different voice coming out of my throat. "What the fuck!"

It was an older man's voice, and way, way deeper than mine.

"What's happening?" I mutter, relishing the deep voice as I felt myself grow aroused.

I looked below me. It wasn't my own body! I lifted my shirt only to see that I was ripped! Every inch of my body was beautiful, and covered with sweat from the apparent workout. I looked at the mirror and it was the face of the hot stud I was looking at looking back at me!

I smiled, and the handsome reflection smiled back. I felt my cock harden. No, wait, it was his cock. I tug it with his meaty hand. It was huge! I wasn't even fully hard yet but it was already long and thick!

"Oh fuck," I say, feeling his cock go harder as I relish his deep manly voice. I roll his tongue around, taking in the saliva. I massage his big biceps, feeling the sweaty skin and sweaty arm pits. I brought it to his lips, and looked at his reflection seemingly licking his own armpit. His cock grew harder, and I just knew I wanted to shoot my load.

I got up, momentarily realigning myself with my new height, and sprinted to the bathroom.

I quickly removed his pants, and his big schlong bounces out like an animal coming out of its cage. It was magnificent, and I sucked in a breath, smelling the scent of his musk empowered by the workout.

I touched the tip of his cock and I moaned, but it was his voice that came out which made me moan all the louder.

I began stroking his cock in long slow motions, taking in every inch of the thick cock I knew I would never get tired of.

"Fuck," I whispered. Even his voice turned me on, and I stroked his fat cock faster.

I moaned, with his right hand stroking his cock and with his left hand feeling up every inch of his chest, I grew closer to shooting my load.

I massage his beard and stroke his cheek, painfully aware at his moaning voice and his heaving chest.

"I'm gonna—unghh!" I shoot my load, his hips bucking forwards and backwards as streams of cum shot upwards and into his chest.

I breathe up and down, feeling his chest heave up and down, and everything felt different in this body. I felt heavier and better. Even breathing felt different.

I cleaned myself up and grabbed his phone. I went back to the gym room and tried to find my old body. I couldn't find it. I wasn't sure if he—the original he—was in my body or not, but I didn't give a shit. I was in a new and better body, and I knew I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

"Why do you ask a question like that?"

"You seemed too hot to be true. I know this is against the policy of this app, but can you send me a picture of you not wearing anything? And do it in your bathroom,"

"Well, I'm in the bathroom now. Hold on a sec,"

I opened my profile picture and then instantly shift myself to match the guy I used as my profile pic. Fuck I'm so hot. Click send

"Oh my.....you are real,"

"Of course I am. So, what do you think if I swing by to your place tonight and we can get to know each other more.....intimately?"

"Please come. I'll prepare you dinner too. Oh my.....I cannot wait to see you then,"

Personality Change. Masculine - Hairy, Dirty, Daddy. Straight to Gay. Mental Change - IQ Loss. Nerd to Jock. Muscle Growth. Race Change: Latino. Himbo TF. Changed By: Clothing/Wish Gone Wrong.

Hope y’all enjoy! More stories coming soon.

( update after the flagging issue: thank you for your patience! i reposted every image by itself to find the culprits, and i even found two variants to make up for taking them out. we should be good to go!! )

It had started off innocent. As innocent as stealing the college quarterback’s sweaty jockstrap could possibly be.

I know how it seems, but Nathan here isn’t a pervert. He doesn’t even like guys, let alone the toxic fumes that the jocks around campus seem to produce. So if you’re thinking that he stole Miguel Vega’s underwear to sniff the piss and cum-stained glory in private, you’ve got it all wrong.

If we’re being entirely honest, Nathan has always admired the jocks - in some quiet way that he’s never been able to put into words. As obnoxious as they are, always making vulgar jokes and putting fitness over their education, one fact remains true. They always get the girl.

For all their belching and farting, smashing their heads together on the football field day in and day out, Nathan can’t deny that the jocks seem to have it all figured out. They’re the big guys on campus, always surrounded by friends and bringing a new girl back to their rooms each night. And Miguel is the top dog, the boss man, the undisputed king.

As much as Nathan wants to be happy with his life, with his good grades and bright future and the strong friendships that he’s built with his teachers, well… he can’t help being envious of the other side. It’s lonely being a nerd. Only a few friends to call his own, invited to even fewer parties. Zero girls.

Maybe that frustrated horniness is what made him steal Miguel’s jockstrap. He had been helping the janitors clean out the football locker room, hoping to add some volunteer hours to his already shining resume, and then there they were, Abandoned under a bench and reeking even from a distance. The straps were strained and the pouch was stretched. Only the biggest cock could pull that off.

He grimaced as he stuffed them into the inside pocket of his hoodie without thinking, grateful for the gloves on his hands. He instantly felt dirty, the damp heat radiating against the side of his stomach, the raw smell already wafting up to his nose. He zipped up his hoodie and got back to work, but the whole time he was thinking of Miguel’s girlfriend, Cindy The head cheerleader, of course.

Nathan couldn’t help but to wonder - was Cindy attracted to Miguel’s musk? The combined force of sweat, testosterone, and gas was only making his eyes water, but his dick started to chub up when he imagined Cindy breathing in the scent of Miguel’s armpits, licking his biceps clean. That’s the kind of girlfriend he wanted. Someone wild and freaky; someone who would worship every inch of him.

But he wasn’t Miguel Vega. He was thin and tall, happy to wear his prescription glasses and button up shirts. He was Clark Kent without the alter ego, forever living his life as a shy, awkward nerd. Nathan wanted more. As much as it frightened him, he longed for Miguel’s life. To be carefree and popular, to have a body that made people want him, to have a girl like Cindy riding his cock.

That night, he stripped off his clothes and held the jockstrap in his bare hands. His features looked uncomfortable in the mirror, and for a moment he considered stopping. This was ridiculous, and gross, and he was losing himself in the fantasy. He was always going to be a nerd. He would always be forgotten, and he’d never get the girl. But he couldn’t stop… he wanted more.

All he wanted was a visual reminder of the goal he was about to set for himself, a way of looking himself in his blue eyes and telling himself that one day he could have what Miguel had. He slid the jockstrap over his long, pale legs, shivering as the sweat helped them to glide along his skin. The stretched fabric drooped on his waist, so he held it in place with a shy smile.

He stared at himself for a long while, taking in his average looks and timid personality, only to glance down and see Miguel’s jockstrap on his slender body. Breathing in the rank scent of him, letting himself imagine that it was his own. Pretending like one day his body could swell to fill the fabric, that his cock could support the large pouch. That a girl could place herself between his legs and breathe him in. Nathan’s musk. Not Miguel’s.

Nathan opened his eyes with a euphoric smile, making a promise to himself to start working out, to put less pressure on himself in his classes, to learn how to talk to girls. “I wish I was worthy of wearing these,” he whispered to himself as his fingers hooked around the straps, thrusting his hips into the soiled underwear. “I will be.”

For a moment, he imagined Miguel’s reflection staring back at him in the mirror. That’s the kind of guy he was going to become. A stud, a superstar, a king. A real pussy hound. He knew it was silly, thinking he could go from being himself to being anything like Miguel, but he had to let himself believe. It would be a long road to become worthy of wearing the star quarterback’s jockstrap.

“I wish it could happen sooner.”

And that’s when he yelped in pain, breaking free from his imagination and glancing down at the jockstrap constricting around his waist. It seemed to vibrate with life, sliding its wet fabric along his cock shaft and causing him to moan. Out of nowhere the loose underwear had become snug on him, grinding itself against him in an impossible way.

He cupped his hands over his crotch, trying to swallow down his moans, trying to ignore the energy that was swelling inside of him. “You’ll be worthy of me,” an unfamiliar voice purred in his mind, making him glance around the room in fear. “Look down at your new master.” He lowered his gaze to jockstrap, shining with a blue light, still working its sweaty fabric along his cock.

“You’ll be a stud.” Nathan gasped in pleasure, knees buckling as he crashed to the floor. The energy inside of him swelled to the surface, and he watched in shock as his body began to inflate with thick muscle. His chest ballooned out into a perky pair of pecs, his stomach became broad and firm, even his waist began to spread out, stretching the shrunken jockstrap back to its former size.

And then it kept stretching, his legs becoming massive tree trunks, his hands still pawing at his crotch. Even as his fingers became thick and meaty, his biceps swelling until they rubbed against his bloated chest. He could feel the cold floor against his ass, but even that was slowly swallowed by muscle and fat, lifting him up higher. “You think Miguel was worthy of me? I want a man.”

Nathan tried to steady himself, but his new body felt foreign and strange. Everything was rubbing against something, causing his body to keep shaking in pleasure. Even as the itching started, he couldn’t stop himself from rolling onto his stomach, thrusting against the air as dark, wiry hair broke through the surface of his skin. It spread everywhere that he could see, and where he couldn’t, he could feel the warmth of the hair sprouting into forests. He touched his sensitive nipples, piercings and tattoos manifesting out of nowhere.

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Inside the jockstrap, he felt his lengthening cock throb against the thick bush around it, and he could feel the hairs thickening beneath his arms and on his chest. It was everywhere. His ass, his face, a stinging kind of pleasure that made him let out a howl of pain and euphoria. “A grown man. The only thing Miguel had going for him was his race.”

Nathan lifted his hands to his now bearded face, still shivering in pleasure and watching as they became weathered and worn, darkening with a tan from many years out in the sun… and then darkening further, watching the complexion drip down his arms and move across his chest, over his body in waves and up past his throat. He could only imagine what was becoming of him. He knew what he was becoming.

He moved his eyes to the mirror again, seeing the last of this new change as his new beard connected with his ginger hair, staining it black as the curls became thicker and glossier, his whole body shining with sweat and dark hair, looking like he’d lived his entire life under the sun. He was glorious, and handsomely matured, the pinnacle of Latino sexiness. “You’ll be a superstar. I want sweat, and filth, and I want you to want it, too.”

There was a flash of blue light, and then something moved beneath Nathan. He looked down in shock, then at his surroundings, trying to make sense of why he was suddenly straddling another man in a room he couldn’t recognize. He felt his dick become softer, trying to remove himself from this unknown hunk, before the horny man tightened his grasp on Nathan’s waist. He smiled so sexily.

The voice came from inside his head again.

“I want men, Nathan. You want them, too. My whole existence is worshipping cock.” Nathan felt his features shift with anxiety, feeling himself come to the surface for the first time. It had been so easy to lose himself in the pleasure, enjoying every moment of what the jockstrap was making him become, but now he was afraid. He didn’t want this. He wanted to be on top of a woman, feeling her squirm beneath him. Not this meathead.

“Your whole existence is worshipping cock.”

Then his mind snapped, and he let his lust take control. The stranger cried out in pleasure as Nathan lifted the guy’s leg to get easier access to his ripe asshole. He lowered the waistband of his jockstrap and wasted no time plowing the stud on his king sized bed. “Cum on me,” he spoke in accented English, unable to take his eyes off the younger man’s cock. “Cover me with it. Please.”

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“And don’t forget worshipping pits. Ass. Anything sweaty. That’s what you and I are built for, after all.”

Nathan didn’t hesitate, still thrusting his cock in and out of the sweaty asshole as he leaned down, shoving his face into the nearest armpit. His large tongue started licking up the sweet taste, shoving his nose and entire face into the glorious warmth, making the stranger cry out in ecstasy.

“Don’t you feel like a king now? Don’t you feel worthy of me?” But Nathan couldn’t even think of a reply, he couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t a thick cock, or a man’s sweaty body. He only wanted to be used, to be worshipped, to worship in return. “I am a man. A superstar. A king.” With a shock, he recognized the deep, accented baritone in his head as his own voice. His new voice. He had been listening to himself speak the entire time.

His jockstrap started squirming again, but he ignored the feeling. He felt like a jockstrap in human form now, made to devour cock and suck up sweat, bringing home a new man each and every night, never washing the scent of them out of his beard or off his body, always reeking and stained and loving every fucking minute of it.

He started doing porn under the screen name miguelsjockstrap69, though he never introduced himself with that name. He went by Rodrigo Royale in person, a real himbo of a man that had the gay community wrapped around his thick, smelly finger. His videos were the filthiest, and he had no standards. If you had a cock, he wanted to explore every inch of it.

“So, like, who is Miguel?” his conquests would sometimes ask after filling themselves up on his pit stink, and he’d chuckle to himself and flex his huge biceps for them to worship. “Nobody important. Just an old friend.” He was a man Miguel could only dream of becoming. A stud. A superstar. A king.

Funnily enough, he had a strange habit of calling his worn out, stained yellow jockstrap Nathan - not that his hook ups or fans cared, they thought it was hot. He was always wearing that jockstrap. Getting a chance to get between Rodrigo’s legs and sniff Nathan was worth every penny, and they both loved to please. Sometimes you could even see the underwear squirming in excitement.

Maybe fear.

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My friend introduced me to this new app called Swapr. It’s a dating app with an interesting twist. You see, when you meet in person for the first time, it swaps your body with your date’s. Crazy right?

Anyway the gay community loves it. Want to get be a bottom with no pain? want to be a sexy jock for a night? want to get fucked by yourself? it’s all possible.

I have never used it, until tonight. My friend Drew and his husband found each other through the app. They said it really helped them get to know each other and thought I’d like it. 

I signed up under “Single&beefy90″ and began my journey. The app works a lot like tinder, you swipe on someone you find hot, and then it assigns you a meetup time. No conversation until the swap. 

I swiped on about 30 guys until I matched with Zach. He was about 6′1, African American, with an amazing smile. He looked so sexy and judging from his pics, loved to workout. I confirmed the match and we had a date later that night. 

Zach and I met at the bar and as soon as we shook hands, I was looking at myself. We had some great conversation and drinks, but I can’t lie that my new, growing boner was distracting.

“Hey, wanna go back to my, er, your place? he said to me. 

“Uh, sure! that sounds lovely.” I replied.

Back at Zach’s place, the second we walked in we both stripped naked. We both were horny as hell being in each others body. I finally got a look at the body I now had. So big and strong, with a nice ass and a nice cock. Damn, Zach is a lucky guy.

“Let’s fuck” he said to me. Looking down at my old bulge, I could tell he was excited.

“Let’s see what that mouth can do” I said as he started to go down on me.

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Kade couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He couldn’t believe that the colossal ass cheek in the mirror belonged to him, nor the huge hairy hands exploring the sweat-sticky surface. It all seemed so real, from the Miami heat pressing in on him from all sides to his rough amber skin, glistening with beads of musky moisture. The smell clung to the thick bristles of his bushy mustache and burned his nostrils. It was the smell of a real man, a true muscle god in his prime.

To think not moments ago, Kade had been kneeling in the dusty dry attic of his uncle Tim’s crumbling house in Waukesha Wisconsin—a literal world away from the sunshine state—one hand around his dick and the other gripping one of Tim’s vintage gay porn magazines. Kade had discovered Tim’s stash one soggy April afternoon while helping his his uncle with some spring cleaning. Kade had no idea his uncle was gay, just as Tim was oblivious to his nephew’s homosexuality.

Kade didn’t say anything about the magazines (Tim probably forgot they were even there), but those images of big burly men wearing nothing but cowboy hats, tool belts, and thin strips of leather were forever seared into his mind.

That weekend, Tim had gone up to Detroit to visit an ailing friend, leaving his house empty for several days. Kade knew where Tim kept his key. He wouldn’t notice if his nephew slipped in to grab a couple decaying magazines out of the attic. But being there, alone in the drafty old house with nothing but the faded images of flawless men to keep him company, Kaden couldn’t resist rubbing one out.

As he gazed into the eyes of the silent muscle-bound god, as he memorized every hair on his endless chest, Kade was overcome with a desire he had never experienced in his small, uneventful existence. He didn’t just want to fuck these men: he wanted to be these men. He wanted a chest that large, with fur he could run his fingers through. He wanted to tower over every person he met, to smell of smoke, sweat, and untamed masculinity. He wanted a body he could show off, to fuck whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He wanted it more than anything in his pathetic life. And he wanted it now.

Just as Kade was moments away from climax when a horrible wind rattled the attic windows. The dusty floorboards beneath him gave way, and for a split second, Kade was in free fall. The last thing he remembered seeing was the face atop the old magazine moving fast towards him, until those beautiful brown eyes filled his entire vision.

Then with a jolt, everything stopped. Kade was still staring into the model’s eyes, but he could tell immediately that something was different. For one, the scruffy face appeared to be moving, undulating with heavy breaths and glistening with fresh sweat. Then, there was the humidity, something Kade had never experienced to this degree of intensity. He felt every drop of moisture cling to his skin, a hot shower that never seemed to end.

“Where am I?” Kade asked the silence. His voice came like a deep, rolling thunder, and he saw the image of the man before him mouth the words in perfect harmony. It was at that moment that Kade realized that he was the man, that he had somehow been placed in the body of the model, and that he was standing in his house, in his time, in his life.

Kade stepped back to get a better look at himself in the mirror. The man had come from a photoshoot—or was in the process of getting ready for one, a prospect that Kade preferred not to dwell on—as evidenced by the sleeveless shirt that clung tight to his sweaty skin. A cowboy hat cast an intimidating shadow over his eyes, which were were fixed on the “T” shape of an impeccably sculpted chest peaking out from the open buttons atop of his shirt.

Slowly, Kade reached down and began to undo the remaining buttons. Even through all the humidity, Kade could feel the heat trying escaping from under the clothing, the muscles below begging to breath, to be worshiped.

Kade reached the final button. Like two curtains on a vast, ornate stage, he pulled opened the shirt and unveiled his new chest. Even Kade’s wildest fantasies couldn’t prepare him for the reality of seeing this body up close. Each pec was the size of his head, a generous layer of hair covering the entire surface, and a dark cluster in his cleavage like a deep river running between two mountains.

The river continued straight down through his abs, chiseled with Grecian artistry and painted with clusters of brown scruff. A gentle breeze blew in through the nearest window, and Kade shuddered as the cool wind touched his balmy skin and whistled gently through the hairs on his exposed chest.

He made quick work removing the rest of the shirt. But Kade had underestimated how wide the man’s body was, how his back was not just broad but big, with traps that creeped up to the middle of his neck, shoulders the size of cantaloups, and a tapestry of delts and lats that jutted as far out from his center of gravity as that ridiculous chest.

Kade heard a series of small “pops” as he struggled to pull the soggy clothing from his skin. The holes on either of his cut-off sleeves barely fit over his biceps, and removing them felt like pulling two footballs out of a pinhole. He wondered how the model was able to put on this shirt in the first place, though he suspected the tight fit was to intentionally accentuate his adonis body.

Man, I hope this guy doesn’t have to be somewhere, Kade thought. Perhaps he was just too big for average clothing. Kade guessed he was at least 6’3’’. If nothing else, he dwarfed Kade’s old 5’9’’ body. When he looked down at the ground (the little he could see beyond those two hairy hills on his chest), it felt significantly further away. Judging by the muscle packed onto his frame in ridiculous quantities, Kade had to be over 200 pounds. Whenever he moved, he felt the ground give slightly under his feet—themselves at least a size 13.

“God, I’m so big.” The word felt at home in his mouth, in his barreling voice. “Big. Fucking big.”

Palms on pecs, fistfuls of hair and smearing sweat… Kade wasn’t going to leave an inch of this body untouched. He didn’t know how long he had before he was back in his uncle’s shitty attic, or if he was to live out the remainder of his days as a vintage porn model. He only knew he had this moment, and that he wanted to spend it in total awe and admiration of this big beautiful man with his big beautiful pecs, his big beautiful ass, his big beautiful arms, his big beautiful…

“Oh, hey there.”

Kade had been far too enamored with his body to notice how hard he’d gotten. Only now, the throbbing erection in his pants was causing him physical pain: just as his torso had struggled against the tight, sleeveless shirt, so was this man’s cock against the tiny white underwear he’d been wearing when Kade entered his body.

Once again with great difficulty, Kade pulled the model’s trousers and briefs down over his tree trunk legs. Unwrapping his ass had been a challenge in its own right, but this was like peeling wallpaper.

Kade was rewarded by the sight of an erect, 10-inch cock, bouncing playfully as it came free of the skin-tight underwear. That it looked almost tiny against the rest of Kade’s body only made him harder, causing a bit of sliver pre cum to leak from the tip.

Kade ran his hand under the shaft, dipped a thumb in the man’s juices, and brought the finger to his lips. He moaned softly as he savored the salty taste of a real man’s seed. He hadn’t even tasted his own cum, much less someone else’s. It was hard to imagine it being much better than this.

He gave the dick one hearty stroke, and felt his knees go weak. Whether it was the dripping sweat which lubricated his hands and cock, or just the sight of a towering muscle god pleasuring himself in the mirror, Kade was once again on the brink of climax. He fell back on the bed behind him, intoxicated by the heat of the muggy room, the heat of his writhing body, and the heat burning like a hot coal in his loins.

“Hmmmmm… so big… so hard… so horny…”

His pecs rose and fell out of his peripheral vision, which grew blurrier and blurrier as Kade descended into a horny haze. The sweat that had gathered under his cap trickled down and stung his eyes, but he didn’t care. He’d gone from touching this body to outright groping, grabbing handfuls of muscle and flesh as his whole being ached with desire.

He was insatiable. Kade could literally not get enough of this body, as each touch sent fresh lightning blots across his skin. The bed creaked as Kade thrust into the air. There was so much power in this man’s body, so much strength and rage. With one hand, he gripped the base of his dick, and with the other, he pulled… and pulled… and pulled…

Until the room was ripe with smell of fresh sex and ringing with the wet sounds of pleasure: skin against skin, bed against floor, helpless whimpers of longing. Kade had to cum. He was going to cum. When all of the sudden…

DING DONG

“Hello?” called a timid voice from behind the door, “is Stu in there? My name is Andrew, I’m here for the photoshoot!”

Fuck. His fears had been confirmed: this model was getting ready to do a photoshoot. And now, Kade was going to do that photoshoot. Kade didn’t even like it when his family took pictures of him—and he didn’t have to show skin for those. How the fuck am I going to do this?

“Coming!” replied Kade’s booming voice. He scrambled out of bed and gathered his clothes. He looked down at the torn button shirt and sweat drenched jeans in his hands. There is no way I’m getting back into these.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Kade had no choice. It was either risk the job and reputation of an innocent man, or do the shoot in the nude. Impulsively, Kaden reached for the door and threw it open.

The look on the photographer’s face when he saw Kade caused all of the young man’s apprehension to melt away in an instant. The photographer’s eyes caressed the model’s naked form, trying fruitlessly to fixate on something other than his still extremely erect cock. What do I have to be so nervous about with a body like this?

“So,” Kade said, trying to sound as confident as he now felt, “we doing this inside or outside?”

It took the photographer a full thirty seconds to respond. “Out… outside,” he finally stammered, “but I…it wasn’t supposed to be… I wasn’t told it’d be—“

“Nude?” Kade laughed. The photographer was like putty between his fingers. He’d never felt this amount of control over another human being, never thought that he could exert so much raw power with nothing but his body. “Tell you what,” he said, his cockiness growing by the second, “I was just in the middle of rubbing one out when you came. Why don’t you let me finish up, then I’ll slip on something a little more PG. That sound good?”

The photographer nodded, though Kade doubted whether or not he actually heard a single word outside of “rub one out.” Doe-eyed, he followed Kade outside, his dick swinging like an extra limb between his thunder thighs, The relentless Miami sun beat down on his naked backside as he scanned the model’s secluded lawn. Places like this didn’t come cheep. This “Stu” guy wasn’t just hot: he was loaded.

Kade spotted a cluster of wood near a gazebo that was under construction. Perfect. He took a seat down on the pile of logs as he resumed stroking his own. The photographer just stood there, still unable to take his eyes off of Kade’s rock hard cock.

“You gonna use that?” Kade nodded to the camera trembling in the man’s hand. “C’mon, consider it a souvenir. The magazine doesn’t have to know.”

So the photographer continued to stare, only this time though the lens of his 35mm camera. With each “snap” of the shutter, Kade grew ever more horny, possessed by the knowledge that his body was being captured, immortalized, and worshiped.

“Yeah, you like that?” Kade purred. Sweat fell in sheets off his body and seeped into the wood below. So strong was Kade’s scent that he saw the photographer’s nostrils flare from seven feet away. He inched closer and closer, an erection now clearly visible in his shorts. It drove Kade wild, knowing how horny he made this man, and how horny he was going to make hundreds of other men with these photos.

He was a god among mortals, a being of pure power and raw sexuality. He closed his eyes and felt the warm sun lick his skin, one hand jerking his meat, the other slapping his hot, hairy hole.

“Fuck, I’m so hot,” Kade moaned. The icy chill of Waukesha felt eons away. Kade’s past was nothing but a distant, half-forgotten dream. This was the life he had always wanted, and he knew deep down that once he came, there was no going back. This man’s past was to become his future. And the future was looking bright.

His toes curled. His muscles tensed. He sucked in a huge breath as his body prepared for the coming eruption.

“Gonna… fucking… CUM!”

Kade let free a bestial growl which echoed throughout the backyard (and probably the neighbor’s as well). A flood of seed burst forth from his penis and joined the sweat still sticking to his furry abs. After edging for what was—somewhat literally a lifetime, the release was something far greater than sweet. He gave a great tremble, the tremors of a man in the thralls of complete and total pleasure. Kade could have sworn he blacked out for a moment or two just from the rush.

When he opened his eyes, he was staring at a wet patch in the photographer’s shorts, now just inches from his own cock. “Someone enjoyed themself,” he winked to the man, who was blushing harder than a china doll.

“Sorry,” the photographer squeaked out.

“Nothing to apologize for,” said Kade as he rose, casting a long shadow over the much shorter man. “Now, how about a real photoshoot?”

As the shutter click click clickd while Kade posed in his white undies (the only clothes he could manage to slip on in a rush), he began to feel as if he’d been here before. On the other side of the camera, staring at himself. It felt like a memory from a different lifetime, one he could only recall moments of. A cold attic, an old box of magazines, an uncle who he didn’t know was gay.

But it was ridiculous; Kade didn’t have any uncles, and he knew no cold attics. He’d grew up in Miami for christ’s sake. He’d been the linebacker for his high school football team. He started his own construction firm when he was twenty three. And now, he was a model—easily the hottest in all of Florida. Everyone knew he was gay, that he fucked like a prized stallion and dumbed his load in every guy in South Beach.

And his name wasn’t Kade. It was Stu. Always was, always will be.

LOSING CONTROL

Im not sure what happened. One minute everything is going great, and the next this weird thing appeared before me. Before I could call out for help it climbed down my throat. While I was choking I began to black out. When I came to standing by me was another guy. I recognized him as the guy from my gym. He was the faggot that kept checking me out till I told him if I caught him doing that again I would break his face. He was climbing out of a pool.

"Dude what the fuck? " I said. "Did you drug me? "

He chuckled and said "no nothing like that. You came to my house of your own free will....well kinda. Someone's free will that is." He began drying off with a towel.

"What the fuck are you talking about? " I said. " you know what fuck this! Im getting out of here and pressing charges. "

I went to leave...... and I realized I wasn't moving. I couldn't make myself move. My body had a mind of its own. I began to play with myself. Feeling every bit of me.

"What the fuuuuugggghhhhhh" I began to say but I couldn't finish. I was fighting to stay in control. But my body was against me. I began to talk again but it wasn't me talking. It was another me in control speaking.

"We aren't going anywhere" the other me said. " I haven't got my kisses yet. "

I pulled up behind the other guy and made him turn to look at me. The other guy grinned and leaned in for a kiss. I was fighting so hard not to do it but to no effort. I had leaned in and began kissing him and groping him. Feeling his pecs I started to get so hard.

"What the fuck? " I said, but it was in my head. The words didn't come out.

I began to lower my hand down to his dick and began playing with it. I fought not to and gained enough control to step back.

"What the fuck!!" I said it out loud this time.

The other guy just smiled and looked at me.

"Man honey that felt good " he said. " we should do more"

"Fuck this" I said " I ain't a faggot you fagggguughhhhh"

I fought for control and lost.

"Hey now" the other me said " no need for name calling. That is no way to speak to Lionel. "

Lionel, so that's what his name was.

"It's ok sweetie" lionel said " but I appreciate you sticking up for me. "

"Anytime," the other me said and leaned in for another kiss. I was so confused. Why could I not stop this. As if lionel could read my mind, he said

"I bet your wondering what's going on aren't you Sam?"

"You're damn right I am. " I was able to say

Lionel grinned again. " see you keep picking on people because they are gay. You go out of your way to belittle, hurt, and make them feel uncomfortable. You even threatened me for looking at you."

"Well it's time someone taught you a lesson. You were visited by a ghost yesterday, he visited you in the locker room. " I remember the thing jumping down my throat. That was a ghost?

"He is very good at possessing people. He also happens to be my boyfriend. " BOYFRIEND? Oh fuck this shit.

I tried so hard to fight it but I couldn't. This ghost apparently had me good. But I couldn't stop trying. The other me began to speak

" and I think it's time we showed you how much a faggot you can be now Sam. Im going to make you experience every bit of it. Worst of all, I'm going to make you enjoy it so much.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" I managed to scream out loud before he quickly back over and made me smile. He began to talk again.

"Now my boyfriend here has a fetish about straight guys fighting back so im going to let you talk every now and then but understand that the rest of you is mine. I'll be controlling that. She we begin honey? "

"Yes!" Lionel said and leaned in for a deep kiss. I began to play with his dick again. Getting so hard while our tongues played with each other's. Oh God make it stop. Why did it feel so good. No, no your not a faggot.

He began to play with my nipples and I moaned.

"He he that wasn't me that was him. " the other me said. Oh God, he was right I did moan. It feels so good.

"Let him talk for a bit while I go down on you" lionel said.

"Ok" the other me said and all of a sudden I could speak again.

"Dude, please stop" I said " I'm begging you."

"Yes keep begging" he said as he threw me onto the bed. He worked his way down my chest kissing everything along the way.

"Please don't, I'm not gay" I said

"Your dick says differently" he said. And then his lips locked around my cock and the overwhelming sensations began. I began to moan louder and louder. Im not gay but God it felt so good. He kept taking me in and out with such amazing feeling. Like all the sex I ever had and more. He came up for air

"Your really going to lose it on this part" he said.

Before I could respond he put a couple of fingers up my ass and applied pressure to one area. It hurt at first but when he put his lips on my cock, the world exploded. I was having an overwhelming feeling of euphoria. The pleasure was indescribable. I couldn't tell if the other guy was in control still or if I did. I moaned so loud, edging closer to release. I was building up so fast.

"No please no" I said. "Oh God this feels so good. Of God I shouldn't" I then gave in

"Oh God, don't stop. " I said " harder, harder"

He began to suck harder and now I was about to explode. I held it as long as I could and then I exploded in his mouth. I was riding cloud 9 so fucking hard I think I began to drool. I laid there in bliss while he cleaned himself up.

"How was it? " he asked

"So fucking good" I whispered to him.

"Good, now my turn" he said

"No fucking way" I said " I'm not douuuughhhhfhh"

The other me took back over fully

"Sorry honey but it's best I take over fully from here" the other me said.

"Ok honey" lionel said. He climbed onto the bed getting in a comfy position. I began to climb on top and smiled at him. I was raging inside. Im not gay I don't suck dick.

"Ready for the game changer" the other me said and I took lionel's dick into my mouth. I began sucking and playing and I took 2 fingers and did the same thing he did for me. I could feel all of it. The ghost made sure I took it in. His dick was hot and warm in my mouth. It was the other me moaning this time. I went from pure pleasure to pure hell. Lionel began to scream in pleasure and he shot hot cum in my mouth. It kept pouring in and the other me forced me to swallow it. I was so sick but my body let it happen so gracefully like I was a pro at it. I got up and went and cleaned myself and laid in bed with him. Kissing and cuddling.

"Please let me go". I managed to get out. " you had your fun"

Lionel held my face in his hand and looked deep in my eyes.

"Oh honey" he said " I can't do that. My boyfriend loves your body. And I told him he can have it"

"WHAT?" I screamed "YOU MOTHER FUUUGGHHFHGH"

The other me cutting me off

"Hey now " he said " what did I say about name calling? Sorry bud but I'm pushing you down now. No more words or actions from you unless I want it."

I felt as if I lost all control. I was a bystander in my own body. I was going to win back my body one day. Until then I was going to witness a lot of disgusting things. The worst part is it felt so good.

"Now honey" the other me said " you up for round 2?"

Damn, this gym is going to close soon for the night – which means I’m going to have to give up this body.

Shit… Finally found someone I could actually possess. What if he gets scared and doesn’t come back, if he even remembers me taking his body like I did… or all the things I did while I had it. Hmm, what a fun day I had though! Been here several hours and fucked two guys, got fucked by another one, and even fucked a chick for the hell of it.

Early this morning, when I was just doing my ghost thing floating around being a minor nuisance moving things around, I found myself drawn into this guy’s body – Apparently, some porn star who lives around here, and with the cock in these sweaty shorts, well, I bet he is one hell of a popular porn star! He wasn’t particularly tall, I’d been taller when I was alive – but he was well built and furry, the second guy I fucked called me a DILF, which I thought was cute.

Anyway, the first guy was a younger dude, college teen, who was eying me up something fierce. I’d seen him in the gym before, always watching this guy. He was pretty built himself for his young age, probably be bigger than this guy when he gets older as much work as he puts in. There was clearly envy and quite a bit of lust in that kid’s eyes, something this guy either failed to notice himself or simply ignored. But I didn’t ignore it! Fuck, that kid was one hell of an amazing piece of ass! I mean, it’d been years, decades even, since I last had sex thanks to my untimely death, so my options for comparison were a bit faded from my memories by then. But the way he bounced on this dude’s fat cock until I exploded in his ass, then he fell on top of me in a sweaty heap of sexually exhausted teen muscle, it was sweet how much he was into me.

The second guy came in a few hours later, older than the teen but younger than this guy whose body I had now. He was tall, very tall, but very lanky. Trendy glasses on his face, but looking more handsome than nerdy overall. I think I heard someone call him “adorkable” once; I liked the sound of that. Anyway, when he cornered me in the steam room and dropped his towel, well shit, even I was intimidated. This porn star I was now had a very nice and thick cock, but this other dude, shit, it was practically a third leg hanging halfway to his knees. I was intrigued, and did my best to suck him off, but the damn thing was just too long for me to get all the way into my mouth. And trying to ride it was out of the question, even though the idea had be very turned on – But he was a bottom anyway, so he rode my dick in the steam room like I was a prize winning steer at the rodeo, calling me daddy as I flooded his tight ass with another porn star load.

I’d fucked a few ladies in my life before, I guess I’d be called bisexual nowadays, so I was no stranger to the ins and outs of the fairer sex. But the busty young thing giving me googly eyes shortly after the lunch rush had me horned up and I was curious what it’d be like to fuck those big old titties of hers. And yeah, it was pretty fun, even blew a load all over her pretty little face as she squeezed them massive tits tight around my cock. She licked my cock clean then ate the load covering her face; girl was one hell of a kinky freak!

It was pretty dead, almost as dead as me (OK, bad joke) between that and when the after work crowd came in. There was no one to play with for several hours, and then there were way too many people around to be able to play at all. It wasn’t until just a few hours ago that hunky Mc Chad Muscle Stud came in to do his training session that I kept looking at his ass in the mirror, trying my best to keep occupied even though I’d been here all damned day. He caught me staring at his ass as he kept talking to the suburban mom he was training, giving me a big old grin before he grabbed his crotch in such a way that the suburban mom couldn’t see. I ain’t ashamed to admit, I blushed at that, especially since I could tell from the outline it was pretty big, maybe even bigger than mine was now!

He wrapped up his session, going over a few last minute things with his client, who obviously had a crush on this young hunk – not that I blame her – he looked a lot like a younger version of, hmm, I don’t know any modern stars since I haven’t seen a movie in decades. Let’s say sort of like Patrick Swayze, but more muscular with shorter hair. Last movie I saw him in was Dirty Dancing, however long ago that was now. Anyway, this guy was hot is what I’m getting at. I tried my best to pretend I wasn’t watching him as I did my bicep curls in the mirror, pretending I didn’t see him swagger his sexy ass up to beside me, pretending to spot me on these heavy lifts only to get a feel for my arms (although if I’m being honest, he was definitely bigger than me in this body).

He leaned close to my ear and whispered something that almost caused me to drop the weights right there, “I seen you checking me out today Derrick, that mean you finally interested in letting me have a taste of that sweet ass of yours?” He asked seductively as he groped my muscular ass through these shorts I’d had on all day long. I yelped softly and nodded before I realized it. “Good, follow me to my office, now.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and I was loving him being in control!

Well, sad to say, the sex wasn’t that good. For one, “Derrick” wasn’t much of a bottom, so that massive cock was painful as fuck, and for two, Mc Chad Muscle Stud was pretty into himself and barely fucked me, it was me doing most of the work – and no foreplay, no kissing, nothing. Total disappointment. Guess you can’t always bat 1000, right? I’m pretty sure the disenchantment was visible on my face, but Chad didn’t care, he just jerked that big cock a couple of times until he shot a load on my chest, then tossed a box of tissues towards me and told me to clean myself up as he pulled up his shorts, put his polo back on, and left his office.

Anyway, that all takes us to now, 9:59 pm and I have to leave in a minute… What will happen? I’m guessing I’ll probably find myself expelled from this Derrick’s body and stuck in the gym once again. If he comes back, will I be able to take his body again? So many questions, and I’m afraid I won’t like the answers…

… Well, deep breath, taking a step outside, here goes…

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