Recent Rift

"Hey Richard is that you?" Richard sighed, he had only just sat on the couch with a beer after a very long day and his roommate Trent was already bothering him. "Yep who else would it be?"

Trent lumbered in and starting digging around in his waistband, his huge biceps flexing as he rooted around. Richard grimaced and wondered what he was doing, to tell the truth they hadn't really spent much time together, they had become roommates out of convience not friendship. Richard needed another person to rent the apartment, his sister was friends with Trent who also needed a place. They had been courteous to each other but it turns out they had nothing in common. Richard was a data analyst who spent more of his day on a computer and in his free time gaming, while Trent was all about fitness and sports. Richard was careful with money and Trent had been short on the rent the last three weeks that was until today when Trent finally fished out a large wad of cash from the back of his jeans.

You step into the costume store with a hesitant stride, eyes scanning the walls full of masks, costumes, and accessories in a whirlwind of colors and styles. The store’s fluorescent lights cast a sharp glow over everything, but you feel like a small fish in an ocean of options. You have no idea what you’re looking for, but one thing is certain: you want something that won’t make you look "cute." You want something that will make you feel... powerful.

You’ve heard about this store from friends, and it seems to have everything, from frightening outfits to funny ones. But nothing grabs your attention—until you spot a pair of military-style camouflage pants. The rugged fabric feels different from anything you've worn before, and the tight fit looks like it could do something interesting for your shape. You take a deep breath, grab them, and head for the fitting room, thinking, "Why not?"

As you pull the pants on, they hug your legs perfectly. The fabric molds tightly to your skin, stretching over your toned thighs and your slightly broader hips. The fit enhances your natural height and elongates your legs, making you feel taller—stronger. You glance at your reflection in the mirror, noticing a small difference in your posture as the pants push your figure into sharper focus. You’ve always been tall, but now, standing at 6'2" (188 cm), you feel more commanding, like your body is beginning to take up more space in the room.

A rush of heat spreads through your body, and you begin to feel your muscles stirring to life, almost as if they were waiting to grow. Your chest, once flat, feels tight as your pectorals begin to swell. The fabric of your shirt stretches against your expanding muscles, your torso filling out in ways you’ve never felt before. Your chest starts to broaden, pushing out as your pectorals thicken. You feel the muscles getting harder, denser, and within moments, they expand to a powerful 46 inches around your chest.

Your arms begin to follow suit. With each subtle movement, your biceps become more pronounced, swelling beneath your skin as they grow tighter and more defined. The veins along your arms begin to show more prominently, their blue lines now visible through your skin as the muscle underneath thickens. Each flex feels more powerful as the size of your arms increases, now measuring 17 inches in circumference, a sharp contrast to your former, leaner self.

As the transformation continues, your waist and abdomen begin to tighten. Your midsection, once a little soft, gradually hardens as your obliques become more defined, and your abs start to show, creating a sharp, defined six-pack. Your waistline narrows, giving you a V-shaped torso that tapers down from your broad chest. The feeling is surreal as your body, once soft and slender, becomes solid, your waist now coming in at 34 inches. You feel each muscle contract and expand with every breath, a physical manifestation of strength you’ve never had before.

Then, your thighs begin to fill out, growing thick with muscle. The once slim legs now seem to have a density to them, packed with strength as the fabric of the pants stretches tight over your growing quads. Your thighs, now massive, begin to take on a new shape—powerful, athletic, each leg swelling with muscle, measuring 26 inches in circumference. You feel every inch of your legs growing more solid, more substantial, each step filled with more force than before.

Even your neck begins to change. It grows thicker, more defined, as the muscles in your traps swell, giving your shoulders a broader, more imposing look. The sharpness of your jawline becomes more prominent as your face takes on a more masculine look, your features hardening and defining with every passing second. A faint shadow begins to form above your lip, and a small mustache starts to grow in, adding to your new, military-inspired appearance.

Your hair, once messy and unruly, now seems to settle into a sharper, more controlled style, your hairline no longer erratic but fitting your new, powerful presence. It’s as if everything about you has suddenly become more controlled, more purposeful. You can feel your body radiating power and strength, the tightness in your muscles almost palpable as you move in front of the mirror.

As you gaze at your reflection, it’s impossible to ignore the striking contrast to who you were before. The height, the muscle, the raw power—it’s all there. You stand tall, towering at 6'2", with your chest expanded to 46 inches, arms bulging at 17 inches, and thighs thickened to 26 inches. Your waist has narrowed to 34 inches, your abdomen now clearly defined, your neck thicker and your face sharper, more angular, with that small mustache growing in.

(Sharing a TF I wrote for @reddarkfox222)

You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.

As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.

You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.

You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.

It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.

For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.

The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.

Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.

You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.

It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.

You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!

You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.

The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’

Thanks to @maskgreenface94 for the masked pic.

Neither the flashing spotlights nor the shouts of the crowd could tear Jonah's gaze away from the spectacle before him. The passion with which the man sang and his synchronized movements were a visual delight, and everyone who saw him agreed. It was a true delight to see Roman Kross live.

And the size of the crowd was expected. Roman was an influencer and amateur musician who gained fame by posting his songs online and making opinion videos. That, combined with his authentic personality and undeniable good looks, resulted in a massive following of people who admired him, just like the audience that shouted and cheered him on.

A resigned sigh escaped Jonah's lips just as his view was blocked by more people, so, somewhat dejected, he moved away from the area, hiding among the nearby trees, and waited for the concert to end.

“What does he think of me?” he wondered.

Even hours after the concert ended, as dusk fell, there were still people vying for the attention of their idol, Roman. Jonah saw him smiling, seemingly enjoying the attention, so, despite being physically close, he decided to stay hidden, waiting for them to leave, and didn't approach Roman until he was certain no other fans would come.

“Oh! There you are, babe!” said Roman, carrying his guitar case, before closing the distance with Jonah and planting a kiss on his lips. Jonah immediately returned the kiss, though careful to avoid being seen.

Because Roman and Jonah had been a romantic couple for years. They had met at university, where they were placed as roommates in the campus dormitories. Jonah studied photography and cinematography, while Roman studied music and acoustics.

At first, they didn't talk much.  However, when Roman learned about Jonah's career, he asked him to record him so he could upload his covers and original compositions online, quickly gaining notoriety. A stroke of luck, Jonah thought.

With his photography background, Jonah became his personal cameraman and editor, filming his videos, both music videos and influencer videos, and, given their trajectory, everything seemed to be going well.

More so for Roman than for Jonah, since he was the public face, the recognizable one. Not that Jonah wanted fame, not at all, but the people his partner frequented, whether for collaborations, promotions, or even parties, were far more famous, influential, and even good-looking than Jonah…

'So… why me?' Jonah thought, looking at Roman, unsure of himself.

One afternoon, the two were out for a stroll. They were traveling in another country and had decided to explore the nearby city on foot, admiring everything they saw. The sunlight was high in the sky and shone down on them, though Jonah felt it shone even brighter on his partner.

Then, as they turned a corner, someone shouted Roman's name.

"It's Roman Kross himself! I can't believe it!" a fan exclaimed, approaching them. In a matter of seconds, more and more people arrived, pulling Jonah away from Roman, who was now surrounded by fans overjoyed to see him.

Jonah wanted to yell at them to leave and take Roman with him, but the happiness of all those people, as well as Roman's genuine smiles as he signed autographs and posed for photos, made him reconsider.

"He seems to be okay..." Jonah murmured, and without saying anything, he walked away from the commotion.

Strolling slowly, he stumbled upon a stall displaying a wide variety of objects: books, amulets, jewelry, goblets… but among all the things, the one that caught his eye the most was a green wooden mask with a vertical metal rod and an expressionless face that was unsettling.

“Greetings, young man…” said a woman’s voice.

Jonah jumped and bit his tongue to avoid swearing.

“Geez… I didn’t see you, ma’am…” Jonah said as respectfully as he could.

“Your sight has fallen upon that mask, and it’s no wonder…” she said in an ethereal tone, almost as if she were trying to imitate a ghost, “for it is said to grant whoever wears it the power to make their wishes come true in exchange for revealing the secrets of their heart.”

“What?” Jonah said, confused.

“The mask, young man, the mask,” she said, taking it. “The power it grants in exchange for unleashing the individual’s hidden pleasures.”

“Really?” Jonah asked, holding it. From his perspective, it didn’t seem so special. “If that’s the case, why don’t you keep it instead of putting it up for sale?”

“I’m afraid there’s no secret of my heart the mask can grant that I can’t already obtain with my own powers,” the woman replied, her tone still somber. “If you don’t believe me, take it for free, and you’ll see what I mean…”

“Really?” Jonah looked at the mask again. “Thanks? I guess…” he said, turning back to the woman, but neither she nor the stand were there, leaving only grass and sidewalk.

A chill ran down Jonah’s spine, and with nothing else to do, he decided to return to the hotel on his own.

Upon arriving, he noticed the room was exactly as they had left it, a sign that Roman hadn't returned. Jonah took out his cell phone and called him several times, but no one answered. He sighed wearily and, with that feeling of despair, set the mask aside and threw himself onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

When he woke up, the sun had already set, but it didn't seem like Roman had returned, given the silence. Jonah got up to order dinner, but before picking up the hotel phone, his gaze returned to the mask. He remembered the woman's words, so he took it. He approached a nearby mirror, the mask in his hands, and after a sigh, slowly brought it closer to his face.

As soon as he felt the mask against his skin, it felt as if it tried to suck his face in.

"What the heck?!" he shouted in surprise, immediately pulling the mask away.

His breathing began to quicken, and beads of cold sweat trickled down his neck. He felt as if the pores of his skin had been drawn irresistibly to the wood. It couldn't be possible that a simple mask could do that… Could it be…? Could it be true?

Then, as if in answer to his inner question, he saw a faint, greenish glow flicker across the mask's surface, moving from one side to the other in a blink.

"So it's true…" Jonah murmured, aware of the weight of what he was about to do. If he were to let himself be swayed by the magic of such an object, who knew what would happen? Not even he knew what his "deepest desires" were, but he was certain they had something to do with Roman… Was it to be on his level? To prove he was better than him? Or perhaps…

To prove that Roman's feelings for him were genuine?

At that thought, for a brief moment, his eyes flickered a greenish hue and a slight smile curved his lips. His arms felt stronger, and he even felt a pulse where his bulge was.

Then, he brought the mask to his face…

“Babe, there you are!”

Jonah stopped at the sound of Roman’s voice. Turning around, he noticed a look of relief spread across his face, and he was carrying several things.

“I’ve been looking for you this whole time! Why did you leave without telling me?!” Roman demanded, approaching.

“I didn’t want to interrupt the impromptu meet-and-greet with your fans,” Jonah replied, without looking at him. “Then I got distracted, and when I saw you weren’t coming anytime soon, I came over. I was calling you…”

“My phone died…” Roman replied, though he didn’t seem reassured.

“What are those things?” Jonah asked.

“Gifts they gave me… look, babe…”

“Don’t worry, it’s great that they gave them to you… it shows how much they appreciate you…” Jonah replied, perhaps with more malice than he intended.

“I’m so sorry I’ve left you out: I really wish we could spend time together.”

“I understand… Don’t worry,” he said, with no desire to talk anymore.

“Yes, I should be worried, Jonah,” Roman said. It had been a while since he’d called him by his first name. “I’ve noticed that when it comes to my fans or my public life, you distance yourself from me. What’s going on?”

Jonah didn’t feel like answering, but his partner’s gaze was encouraging, as if it held a genuine desire to hear him out.

“Being so famous and admired by so many, with equally successful friends and luxurious lives… Why me then?”

Roman was speechless and didn’t know what to say.

“I’m going to bed…” Jonah said, misinterpreting his silence, and left.

However, he had left the mask on the shelf under the mirror. Roman, taking a few steps, noticed it.

“What’s that?” Roman asked, still feeling uneasy, and picked it up. “Interesting design…” he murmured, remembering that when he came in, Jonah had been about to put it on. He shrugged for a moment and placed it on his face.

“Huh? It feels weird…” Roman said.

For a moment, the mask had stuck to his face. But then, the mask seemed to come to life and began to stretch around his head. Roman felt extremely strange: the oddness of the stretching, the caress of the tendrils, the relaxing vibrations, and the roughness of the mask rubbing against his skin left him in a rush of sensations that he could only respond to by moaning, moaning loudly, as he tried to pull it off.

“The mask!” Jonah said, remembering it, but when he returned, his partner already had it on.

Jonah froze, watching him. He was afraid of what would happen: the uncertainty of what he would get out of Roman terrified him as much as it fascinated him, but above all, the sight was exciting. Roman’s moans, his body movements, and the way the mask adapted to his features as it continued to cover his head were incredibly erotic, so much so that he couldn’t help but pinch his own nipples.

The mask covered Roman’s head, and he continued moaning, realizing the effect the mask had on both himself and Jonah, who was still enjoying the view. Then, Roman’s body spun in a greenish mini-tornado that swept across the room, passing around Jonah several times.

“Oh, boy…” Jonah thought, unsure what to expect.

And just as quickly as it began, it ended. Jonah was astonished: before him stood a muscular man, slightly bulkier than Roman, leaving him exposed. The most striking change was his face: green, as if covered by a second layer of magical skin that enhanced the beauty of Roman's already attractive features, even retaining his hairstyle and some of his facial hair. His reddish irises and radiant smile revealed the ecstasy he felt, as if simply existing was pure pleasure. He took a picture of himself, to capture his unique essence.

“And I thought I was irresistible before, huh?” he exclaimed, his voice sounding deeper yet playful than before. He tossed his phone aside and then looked at Jonah. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Well, what do we have here? A total hottie with a big, tight heart… looks like I’ll have to pull out all the stops to heal him, what do you think?” he said.

“Huh?” Jonah said, confused. “What do you mean?”

But suddenly the room had transformed into a stage, with Jonah lying on the bed scantily clad, and facing him on a platform was the masked man, wearing tight, satin shorts. He held a microphone, his gaze fixed on Jonah as if he were a work of art.

“Why you, you ask…” he said in a sensual tone.  A soft tune began to play, sounding like ambient music until it resembled a karaoke track. “Here’s your answer, babe… 😘” he added, blowing a kiss, which manifested as a heart that reached Jonah.

Then, the green-haired man began to sing. Soft, slow lyrics, in which they revisited their history together since their college years.

🎶Behind the lens, you catch a hidden glow,

A quiet grace I never thought I’d have or know.

You film the magic, but the truth is clear:

I’m only my best self when you are near.🎶

Jonah's body moved in time with the rhythm, captivated by his partner's voice and movements.

🎶They ask if I’d trade you for fortune and fame,

But every success is a debt to your name.

I’d rather be grounded with you by my side,

Than stand on a peak with my arms open wide—alone.🎶

Jonah was moved and touched by his words. Roman, masked or not, definitely had talent.  The sincerity in his voice as he spoke to him was so moving that Jonah couldn't help but cry when Masked Roman finished singing.

“Aww, babe, I know I'm known to be incredible, but you don't have to get wet for me,” Roman said, and in an instant, he was by his side. Then he wiped his cheeks.

“I'm just glad you could answer me,” Jonah replied, hugging him.

“Well, now that we're clear and this close, what do you think about ending the night on a high note?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “I could let you top this time.”

“Really? But you never have…”

“I've wanted to try it a while ago, and since we're going to get closer, I find it appropriate to get to know each other deeper, am I right?”

Jonah giggled, and they made love all night.

“So, would you like me to announce our relationship publicly?” Roman asked.

They were both in bed the next day after a passionate night. Roman smiled at his partner, though the latter's gaze shifted between him and the mask, which lay on Roman's lap, concealing his penis.

“Except for the fact that you're in one, I don't really like being in public,” Jonah replied. “I guess you don't mind losing followers when you announce you're gay and, even worse, unavailable, right?”

Roman giggled.

“How dare you ask that?” he laughed before planting a kiss on his face. “Never mind, I'm going to order breakfast, okay?”

“Okay.”

Roman got out of bed and left the room. Jonah stayed there, his gaze fixed on the mask, which he picked up and examined. It still had drops of whitish fluid from the night before, especially on the back.

“I guess there won’t be a problem if…” Jonah thought, blushing slightly, and decided to lick it.

However, the mask activated and his head was covered in an instant.

By the time Roman returned, a cloud of green smoke filled the room. Roman gasped at the figure perched on the bed.

snap

Absolutely. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have guys jumping at the chance to follow your orders.

Your arms are burning. The muscle fibres are completely changing. Look at them bulging! Your shirt sleeves are stretching and tearing. Feel the pressure against your biceps as the fabric cuts into your arms. Let’s make it looser for you... Look at your shirt now. It’s digital camo. A collar is forming around your neck with two rank insignias.

Feel fabric tighten across your chest... Your pecs are swelling outward into two hard, dense slabs of muscle.

Your chest is twitching now. Those pecs are swelling bigger and denser with every heartbeat. Feel how heavy they’re getting? Your new uniform is tightening across them already. The buttons are pulling so hard they might snap right off. Good thing military uniforms are made for big men like you.

And your shoulders... Jesus. Roll them and stretch them… They’re widening so fast. Listen to those joints cracking. Music to my ears! I’ll make your whole frame is thicken into something powerful. Something dominant. Your traps are climbing up your neck while your delts round out into hard muscle caps. You’re built like a tank now.

Look at your forearms. See those thick veins pushing up beneath the skin? And what’s this? Ink. Dark black lines are spreading over your arm. A tattoo is carving itself into your skin. Mechanical. Aggressive. Masculine. It wraps perfectly around your giant bicep like you earned it years ago.

Hold on to your lunch because your stomach is going to tighten now. I’ll make sure every bit of softness is burned away. Look at that V-shape forming. Your back is going to stretch the uniform tight. Even your sleeves are rolling themselves higher. we have to show off those massive arms.

Try talking.

See? Your voice won’t come out properly anymore. Your throat is changing. Vocal cords thickening. Chest vibrating. There it is... Hear that? Deep. Authoritative. The kind of voice that makes people shut up and listen.

Just ignore the sounds of your face cracking and reshaping. I’m making your jaw wider and squarer. Feel how heavy it’s getting? I’ll sharpen your and make your brow intense. Oh plus you need the military haircut.

You can feel your whole personality shifting with it, can’t you? That uncertainty is fading away. Sit straighter. Be more confident. More commanding. Like your body expects respect now.

Let me finish that uniform. You need some heavy combat boots on your feet. And pants that pull snug around your thick thighs. One last detail… A name patch over your chest.

KING. You are officially royalty.

That feels natural, doesn’t it? Of course it does. That’s your name now.

Speaking of your uniform… Let’s make it mean something. You’re obviously military, but what branch… Hmm. How about Marines? Hoo-rah!

Here come the memories... there they come. Early morning training drills. Weight rooms full of grunting jarheads. Young recruits staring at you like they want your approval. Nights drinking with your squad while everyone else in the bar keeps glancing your way.

You’re not some awkward guy anymore. You’re the biggest, hottest man in the room, and everybody knows it.

Will you flex your arms for me. You like how huge they are now? Feel the power in that body.

Damn. Look at you, Staff Sergeant King.

You wanna get BIG? Of course you do. You wanted a BANE mask, after all. One Bane Mask coming right up.

Ignore the little green tubes and wires, they'll make themselves useful to you soon enough.

Well? Put it on!

When he put that mask on, it felt comfortable. It was a perfect fit. But that thought was soon dashed as it suddenly tightened itself around his head, like a parasite latching onto to it's host. He groaned and grunted animalistically as he grapped at the suffocating mask in a futile attempt to yank it off his head, but to no avail.

His muscles ached, his sweat coming in buckets and his heart racing. In the struggle, he made the mistake of stomping with both feet on the floor, when he did, a sharp, indescribable feeling shot up from his feet to the crux of his head. He couldn't moved, he was locked in place.

He could feel the green cords of the mask attach to... something on his back. Pumping some sort of strange fluid into him.

His feet began to stretch and widen bursting out of his shoes, his toes becoming wide and meaty and his plantars becoming thick and calloused. His legs were next, pounds upon pounds of thick, solid muscle were packed into them, making them resemble tree trunks with how thick, dense and meaty they were.

And his ass? Oh god, his ass. Two massive mountainous globes of flesh pushed out and filling the seat of his now black pants til they were at their breaking point.

His upper body was next. His pecs pushed out, forming a massive meaty shelf with two sharp nipples poking through his shirt. His flat stomach smoothed out, then hardened. Forming a massive six pack.

His shoulders stretched and widened, making his frame much MUCH wider and thicker, he groaned and wailed with want and desire.

And his arms... oh god his arms. They were fucking insane. Biceps as big as cannonballs that were ideal for flexing.

His voice grew deep and thick as he growled hungrily like an animal.

The fluid being pumped into his body started to reach his brain, making it cloudy and foggy and dulling all thoughts. He groaned lazily as a sudden wave of arousal washed over him. He glanced at his cock and saw it grow and thicken in his pants. Becoming thicker, wider and longer. He gripped it with his meaty hand and began to stroke.

He loudly groaned as he suddenly bent over, his mammoth cheeks were on full display as he began to jerk himself off.

Each stroke altered his brain. His iq dropped sharply as he was getting dumber and dumber, his soft and boring personality was being replaced with a much more brutal, dominating presence who's only desire was to get stronger and crush his opponents with his strength.

His growled like an animal as his strokes got more violent and rushed. His balls inflated and grew, becoming thick and massive. Ideal for storing vast amounts of his sperm.

Veins popped and rapidly appeared all throughout his body, veins filled with this foreign fluid, veins that would becoming more noticable when he was angry or enraged, which be very frequent.

When he came, it was like a switch being flipped, he flung his arms into the air and roared loudly as his thick monster sprayed sperm infront of him for a full minute. The rest of his old self being flushed out in the form of thick ball batter. When it was all said and done he flexed once more and roared out:

"HOO RAH!!"

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

VIII. The Strength

The carnival had been in town for a couple of weeks, though it had barely opened to the public. The theme was entirely Halloween, with a cornfield maze, haunted houses, a circus, and other attractions like rides.

Jeffrey wasn't very popular, nor did he have any friends. He was really a social outcast, hiding behind the aisles with his eyes downcast.

The only reason he was at the festival was because he was looking for his young brother to take him home.

— Hey, nerd, catch! – One of his usual bullies threw a football at him, sending him crashing into a drum filled with water and floating apples. The water pooled around his nose before he could even stand, gasping for air. He heard the laughter of the other athletes and some cheerleaders who were his dates. Jeffrey sniffed without saying anything, then walked away like a pitiful shadow.

It had always been like this, with his eyes on the ground, hunched over and his voice as thin as a thread, no one listened to him, no one saw him, much less respected him. He adjusted his soaked clothes as he continued walking, lost in that place. The further he walked, the longer he felt as if the carnival was getting longer and longer, leaving behind the paths full of lights, tents and people to begin giving way to trees, the occasional strange-looking stand and the absence of light beyond the moon, in fact... The halo of light seemed to fall specifically on a bohemian-looking tent, in the farthest corner of the place. Jeffrey felt a hunch, on one hand, a natural distrust of straying from the path, of moving away towards who knows where, but at the same time, on the other, an intense desire to get closer and see what it was all about, almost as if it were destiny. He clenched his fists, inhaling deeply before following the path made of dried leaves to the tent. It was made of elegant fabrics like red silk, some lace, and gold embroidery. The lighting was dim, with the smell of wax filling the air, plants, and other artifacts hiding in the darkness.

— Come in, traveler – A woman murmured in a seductive tone, flashing a mysterious smile. She was sitting at a mahogany table, with an empty chair in front of her.

— What is this place? – The guy stuttered nervously, thinking about leaving. There was nothing that scared him; on the contrary, there was a calming, almost magical aura. But that was the strange thing.

— I am the Fortune Teller, I can reveal your future – she said as she spread a deck of cards face down on the table. Each one had an intricate design on the back, with some magical symbols.

— That's impossible. Fortune-telling is a farce – He couldn't help but remain silent, but the woman, far from being bothered, merely smiled.

— Then sit down and let's try it.

— And how much will it cost? – 《That's why it’s a scam 》- he thought.

— Nothing, it'll be completely free, as an act of good faith – She pointed to the chair again with an elegant and respectful demeanor. Jeffrey hesitated, but ended up sitting down. The woman looked at him curiously before passing her hand over the deck.

— We'll see what your future holds first. Pass your hand over the deck and choose a card, the one that resonates most with you.

Her melodious tone captivated him, he had to admit. It was almost as if he'd left his skepticism behind. He brought his hand closer to the cards and finally pointed to one, on the left side.

She took the card to examine it, smiled, and turned it over to place it on the table. Jeffrey felt a chill as soon as he saw it.

— The Streght… interesting – the woman caressed the card as her rings sparkled in the reflection of the candles – This card often speaks of the wildness within us, of that impulse we rarely let out. It can be courage, or desire. But be careful, because if it’s released unchecked, instinct takes over the spirit. It’s like letting the beast within take the form it always wanted to have.

I am seeing more children as protagonists in erotica. Still being reblogged. Still being liked. The same guy having done this time and time again. It’s not preference. It’s p*dophil*a. I’m fucking sick of it. Why are we continuing to allow this? How many writers have to come out and say something, come out against this before something is done?

Corey made his wish, he wanted to be huge, a massive muscular beast, he wanted men to be shocked when they say him naked. He thought he had coved all his bases when making his demands to the Djinn "I want to be huge, only muscle growth, i wanna have awesome abs, I want men Im about to sleep with be shocked when I take off my pants in front of them, I dont wanna lose any intelligence, I dont wanna be hairy, I just wanna be a hyper masculine muscle cow" The Djinn smiled granting his wish. Corey got the body of his dreams, unfortunately for him he did think about how he casually threw in being a muscle cow and moments after his muscled stopped inflating he felt a pain in his groin, watching his pants bulge outwards the zipper suddenly split open. Corey stared in shock, his balls had become the size of a beachball, his dick was gone now instead four dicks hung off the corner of his sack making it look like a giant udder.

"wh-WHAT DID YOU DO TO MM..MEEE....MOOOOOOOOOO"

"well you did say you wanted to be a big muscle cow" the Djinn laughed in response

"MOOOOOOOOO!!! MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Corey yelled, the noise of a frustrated bull replacing his voice, but the Djinn was unable to understand him and so the desperate attempts to reverse the beastly part of his wish were simply ignored.

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Kyle always wanted to be a competitive bodybuilder but he could never stick to the diet to cut down enough to go on stage, nor did he have the confidence. He had all the muscle, if only he could shift the bodyfat and think he was worthy of being on stage. Kyle made a simple wish "I wish I looked good enough for the stage, I wish I had the confidence to stand in front of all those guys"

Suddenly the clothes Kyle was wearing was replaced with a slutty harness, something snapped in his brain and all his nervous anxiety was replaced with cocky douchbag thoughts. Kyle was ready for the stage alright, not as a bodybuilder, but instead as a slutty horny man whore.

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Less than 5 minutes ago John was a much smaller twunk. He pumped into a guy at the gym, his sweat smeared across him. John called the guy a disgusting sweaty roid pig. The guy was ready to drop it but John continued to tell him how he'd never wanna be that big, he cracked a joke saying the man probably stunk like a locker room 24/7 because of how hard it would be to move his body. Suddenly two guys grabbed John's arms and the man he made fun of forced his jaw open and shoved what tasted like a small lemon lolly. John's body began to grow uncontrollably. Soon he was a giant freak. John stared at his new body, the body of a giant sweaty gorilla, his stench was worse than anything he had ever smelt before and the 3 bodybuilders who were pinning him down moments ago were now laughing at him and his awful stench in the corner of the locker room.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

0. The Fool

Professor Hudson's gaze darted wearily from side to side as he surveyed the university's end-of-semester fair. He could see his stupid students running around, the occasional amorous couple practically devouring each other, athletes flexing, and some overweight guy stuffing himself with cotton candy. They all seemed so... idiotic.

Hudson was the typical academic who made life miserable for his students, always thinking he was a brilliant genius walking the earth (and, well, his almost three doctorates plus a master's degree only made him more arrogant and prone to exploding at the slightest idiotic action).

He despised athletes above all else, those fraternity members who didn't strive for anything other than getting ripped at the gym to impress girls, or even guys. All this talk about inclusion, for crying out loud. How could anyone prefer having muscles over brains? And it wasn't like he didn't take care of himself, of course he did, but he had brains.

— Stop running, you're going to cause an accident! – The professor practically barked at some students who were running around carelessly. Those brats were going to give him an aneurysm. 

His gaze lingered on one of the fair's tents; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, some for target games, others for food, and there were even photo booths, but this one The tent was different… It had intense, striking, yet calming blue colors on its walls and ceiling, and a scent that seemed to be sea breeze emanated from it.

In no time, the man was already walking inside. There was only very dim candlelight and… sand? He looked up, finding a young, blonde woman with a slight smile behind a glass table.

— Hello, welcome. Can I help you?

— I… Excuse me, what is this? – the man said, somewhat confused. He didn't even know how he had gotten there; it was as if an alluring, hypnotic force, almost pure magnetism, had drawn him in.

— Would you like me to tell your fortune? I think it's better if I explain it this way – Cirse moved the deck in her hands; the cards shifted elegantly from side to side, almost floating in the air. They were engraved with bluish details and vibrant colors, as if they wanted to convey the essence of the summer that was almost upon them.

— Fortune? – the man asked. He let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head – That's for charlatans and people without their own judgment. It's obviously false – He was about to turn away when she spoke again.

— Of course, it's easy to believe what you can see, but what's imperceptible to the human eye, that's what's truly fascinating. If you're a man of fact and not faith. Great philosophers have pondered this doubt, the real question here is… If you're so sure of your knowledge, why would it matter to put it to the test?

The professor's jaw tightened. The most sensible thing would have been to leave the shop and leave the woman alone, but the urge to prove a point took hold of him. He approached the table and sat down on the other side.

— Cost?

— Our first reading is always free – She winked at him confidently as she passed the cards from one side to the other. The sound between them was like clicks. Everything moved so quickly that he didn't have a second to distinguish the different cards. The Magician, Judgment, Fortune, Knight of Wands – everything moved like a hurricane until finally one touched the table, sliding across it. Circe's smile appeared like a painting, accompanied by a giggle.

— And what's that? 

She turned the card over to reveal the Fool.

— Wow, what a great turn… – she whispered, fascinated, touching the card with her elegant nails – The Fool card tells us about the beginning of a new journey, and I think it will be a very long one... With all the potential that's trapped inside you. And more than anything, liberation.

Her lips pronounced that last word as if it were silk, letter by letter. The candles slowly extinguished until the place was plunged into complete darkness. The man just rolled his eyes.

— Yes, yes, it's clear you know how to put on a good show. Can I go now? – The silence was total. Hudson sighed, about to stand up when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He had to throw himself back down in the chair; it was a pain Disabled. Shit, was he having a heart attack? – Hello?! Something's wrong with me, I need help!

He expected to hear the woman's voice again, but only felt another pain in his ribs. He clenched his jaw, trying to stifle a scream, but it was useless. He felt as if his bones were being torn apart. He gripped the armrests tightly, gasping for breath.

— MFHHH! H-Help! – he pleaded again, desperately seeking someone's attention. Without hearing the way his clothes began to rustle, as if the seams were about to burst, the man groaned. Suddenly, his pectoral muscles expanded forward, like the yeast baking a cake fresh from the oven. He felt his shirt begin to tighten, trying to accommodate his new changes, but without much success. Buttons flew off, and the "elegant" sweater he was wearing ripped like cracks in an earthquake. The pain was excruciating; his skin burned. Something similar was happening to his lower torso, his abs heating up to melt away all the accumulated fat. His years-long belly began to reintegrate with the rest of his body, leaving behind a well-defined six-pack and a glistening, pearly complexion.

— MFHH! M-Miss! – He shouted again, a burp escaping his lips inexplicably. He tried to cover his mouth when he felt another one, but instead felt a tingling in his arms that quickly filled with that same wave of energy, expanding in a snap of his fingers. His biceps were defined, though not usually so exaggerated, but now they had grown exponentially, as if he were a gym addict. His armpits, usually hairless, were now covered in hair, and a strong smell hit his nose. Shit, why did he smell like a gym? It was the same smell that filled his classroom when the damn athletes came in after a rigorous training session. The aroma left him so confused that he didn't realize when the sensation shifted to his legs, his muscles beginning to expand, using stored fat to transform it into pure, dense muscle. The man groaned, feeling his pants begin to rip.

— Shit! No! – He watched as his tailored trousers tore to shreds, his boxers tightening as his tool began to mutate in the same way. He was well-endowed, a good 15cm, but these began to grow longer and longer, becoming heavier, thicker, and longer. His balls followed suit, becoming more rounded and filled with that precious whitish fluid. The sensation was still uncomfortable, but there was a more lustful charge in these final stimuli. The man gasped, his tongue lolling out, caressing himself as the transformation moved down to shape his calves. Again, the changes accelerated in his feet. The khaki shoes ended up torn and shredded as his feet grew, smelling and sweaty. Hudson let out a loud, confused groan, his face flushed.

— S-shit, t-this isn't right – he stammered, trying to stand. He paced aimlessly, trying to lean against the table for air, but his shoulders and back swelled, becoming larger and more massive. The stern professor's careless hand brushed against his manhood, panting. Slowly, he felt his rear end begin to grow and become rounder, as if air were being pumped into a pair of shiny balloons. The little that remained of his clothing tightened around the new shape. The air was warm, though a loud thud from his buttocks shattered it completely – PPFFRHHHHT.

His stomach ached as if tons of protein were inside him. Another thunderous fart escaped. The professor had no idea what was happening.

— N-no, it can't be – He tried to take another step forward, another burp escaping his lips. He was so desperate and confused that he didn't even notice the body he now had, which bore no resemblance to his usual physique. It looked as if his head had been attached to the body of some college athlete, and in fact, that was the extent of the change.

Energy surged up his spine to his neck.

— Shit! – What came out of his mouth was a sound completely foreign to his polite and refined tone. Now it was deep, resonant, as if he didn't have many brain cells. His voice sounded almost 20 years younger, hmmm! Little by little, his neck changed, becoming more muscular and rugged.

A huge Adam's apple rose, and his skin gradually became smoother, perfect, like that of a high-level athlete. His chin sculpted, and every trace of a double chin disappeared in the blink of an eye. His cheeks followed the same path, becoming firmer, his nose more upturned, his head grew a little, his old glasses broke from the sides and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

— MFHH! SOMEONE HELP! – he shouted again, his voice unfamiliar to him. The transformation reached his hair, turning it a deeper brown, styled in a shorter, more modern way. The man was slamming against the walls. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Like a jolt of energy, he suddenly froze, face up, his eyes slightly crossed, his mouth ajar with saliva escaping.

— Ughh… – He was almost in a catatonic state, only grunts and guttural sounds escaping his thick throat – Mfhhh…

His eyes remained almost blank. Apparently, from the outside, nothing was happening. But inside his mind, it was as if the Library of Alexandria were under fire again; all his knowledge, his academic degrees, everything was being thrown away while something else was forming in its place. Why worry so much about IQ when he could keep training to grow those fantastic pecs? Hehehe, one more size and he'd have to wear a sports bra, hehe. His brain was slowly slowing down as other priorities tore down each of the islands that were important to him in his psyche. Goodbye to teaching, hello to partying. Why would he be interested in teaching others when he was barely in college, bro? What kind of nerd would he be?

His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He wouldn't have a fixed preference; bread is for everyone to enjoy, right? He'd be like a beast in bed, bro! Although nervous twinks were definitely his weakness, hammering them for hours, so damn sweaty. With that damn stench emanating from every part of their bodies that he loved so much.

His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He could sweat like nobody else on campus; they called him "Stinky Danny" for a reason. Ha, his farts were fucking legendary! They smell like tear gas, but he loved them – pure protein, honey!

The old, strict, and bitter professor was a complete jock now. The image of the student he so detested, the one he thought was a waste of student funds, was now Danny. 

The good old Danny, a member of the football team – hopefully he'd be captain someday, stinky, he spent more time in the gym than in his classes, which were fucking boring. He didn't think much, duh. He'd gotten into college on an athletic scholarship; he could pay some nerd to do his homework for him (or better yet, do it "in person").

The whirlwind of hormones and testosterone settled within him, his tool still hard, as were his areolas. His hand automatically moved to the area, beginning to stroke it back and forth, lost in this final mental transformation. One drop and it would completely seal off this change; there would be no going back, no more Professor Hudson, no more teaching, only being a stupid jock.

— MFHH! I-I… I… This is wrong! H-help. I-I… – The deep, gravelly voice of the new college student body rang out, his eyes rolling back in his head again. He tried to speak, but a jet of whitish substance shot out like an avalanche, spreading the stench of dampness and chlorine everywhere. His thick pecs rose and fell before his vision slowly cleared.

— Ugh, shit, my head, bro – he muttered. Around him, only the rest of the fair remained; it couldn't have been more than five in the afternoon. Perfect for finding his fraternity bros and going on other rides. Shit, he even saw a guy working at the mirror house earlier; he was so cute. Maybe he could convince him to take him downstairs and show him how good he was at hide-and-seek, damn, hehe.

The jock stretched a little. Inhaling the scent of his hairy armpits, he stroked his pecs; he looked fantastic. He'd been training nonstop for when summer came. He planned to go to the beach in the tiniest swimsuit he could find. He might go with his friends for the holidays, or even by himself. He didn't want to share all the hotties he'd hook up with when he was in the middle of the saltwater and sand. Ah… It felt so good to be free. Screw college.

— BRAWWWPP – he blurted out, letting out a laugh and shaking his head as he walked away, patting his belly. Those hot dogs hadn't agreed with him, haha. Lol. Danny let out a soft laugh as he scratched his fat butt with his hand. He loved being a stinky, farting jock so much, ha. Wait, why did he have some kind of handkerchief in his pocket? Ugh, like he's some kind of refined loser or something, get ready world, because Stinky Danny is here to have some fun, booyaaaah!

Circe could only watch from afar as old Professor Hudson, now ridiculously improved in all his glory (well, surely if he were still aware of his new appearance, he'd be going crazy), but that was the least of her concerns.

— Mwhaaaa – she heard a kind of soft, gentle grunt from her bag, and she just patted it.

— Shhh, calm down – she whispered into her deck of cards – I promise there will be more transformations soon. Litha is just around the corner, and magical energy is more abundant – She seemed to feel the air around her, taking in the sea breeze, the color of seashells etched against the sky, the refreshing sound of waves crashing against the shore – I think I know exactly where we need to go, buddy. Let's go.

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Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. Summer it's almost here, and as you know, I love writing with the thematic of the months / seasons. So in the next months, I'll try to write about summer transformation, bodyswap, possessions and more.

I really love writing about this Tarot series, so. I have a question for you:

The cards of The Lovers, The Strenght, The Justice, The Tower, The Star, The Moon and The Judgement are available on my blog. If you have any particular ideas, I'd love to hear them. Thank you!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?