Seb

The air in my old room smells of old farts and defeat. I settle into bed, and the old mattress creaks under a weight I've never borne before. I feel the friction of my new, voluminous belly against my thighs, the constant tension in a back that has lost all muscle definition, the perpetual chill on a scalp that is now just smooth, hairless skin. Every morning I wake up expecting it to be a nightmare, and every morning reality hits me in the form of this fifty-four-year-old, bald, overweight body.

Moving back to my parents' house was the most humiliating thing. This accountant's body, the Robert "Bob" Jenkins body, couldn't afford the rent on my loft. My protein and gym sponsorships... our sponsorships... evaporated as soon as people saw what I had become.

But the worst wasn't the material. It was Jenna's look, filled with confusion and then pure revulsion when I tried to explain that it was me, Kyle, trapped inside this... shell of grease and gray hair. "Kyle, this isn't healthy. You should get help," she said before blocking me everywhere. My friends, my gym brothers, just make excuses now. "Uh, dude, we're just really busy," they say on the phone, and I can hear the discomfort in their voices as they speak in the deep, breathy voice of an older stranger. Even my own parents tiptoe around me. Mom avoids eye contact, and Dad only talks to me about the weather, unable to connect with the older man who claims to be the son he was so proud of.

With a frustrated growl coming hoarse from this alien throat, I grab my laptop. I need to wallow in my misery. I navigate to my old Instagram profile, @KyleTheTitan.

And there I am. Or rather, there he is. Bob, I guess his new young brain acted quickly and changed my social media passwords. It should have been easy; he had my phone number and my face.

The photo is a stab. My V-shaped torso, my rock-solid biceps, my chiseled abs, all dressed up like a suit by that grinning imposter. He's wearing only tight gym shorts and holding a tub of the protein I helped promote. The headline reads: "New horizons! Grateful for this second chance and for my partners at @FlexFuelNutrition who believe in me #SwapCorpSurvivor #StrongerThanEver."

I feel a fierce nausea burning in my stomach, a stomach that is now soft and round. That body was my temple, my identity. I shaped it with years of sacrifice, pain, and discipline. And now that financial softie, Bob Jenkins, is there, grinning like a fool, taking in all the glory, endorsements, and health insurance showering the "innocent victims of the Incident."

Rage courses through my veins, but it's followed by a much stranger and more treacherous feeling. As I stare at the screen, admiring every muscle cut I've carved, an intense and completely involuntary arousal begins to grow in my groin, swelling against the restrictive fabric of these hideous polyester pants my father lent me.

I look down, with horror and a hint of fascination. An erection, firm and insistent, deforms the fabric. It's this old, rejected body responding to the sight of my own former body, a body everyone desired and now no one denies Bob. The disconnect is so surreal it almost makes me dizzy. I hadn't touched myself in months, my enormous, hairy balls swollen from the withdrawal from accepting this perverse reaction. The confusion is total.

Suddenly, a notification pops up in the corner of the screen. An alert from a local news network.

"Protest outside SwapCorp offices: Victims call for halt to 'cure' research"

My heart pounding in a way this new body finds alarming, I click.

The video plays, showing a crowd in front of SwapCorp's glass building. And there, in the front row, with my powerful chest puffed out and my voice, now strangely modulated with the conviction of a middle-aged man, shouting into a megaphone, is Bob Jenkins.

"Our bodies are not experiments!" shouts the muscular figure that was once me. "This body is mine now! It's a gift. SwapCorp must stop its dangerous quest to reverse the process. We demand to be acknowledged and left alone! My name is Kyle, and this is my body!"

The crowd cheers. Camera flashes illuminate Bob's defined pecs as he struts in front of the camera with a charismatic smile, the gaze of a crowd of men and women never leaving him.

I sat frozen in my teenage bedroom, mesmerized by the live action. Before I knew it, my cock was out of my pants, and my hand was pumping up and down. The smell of my old cock filled my room, and sticky precum lubricated my fingers until my cock exploded, completely staining my laptop screen.

Completely in ecstasy, lying on my bed and completely exhausted, all I could hear was my old voice on the computer.

"Yeah, I think I'm putting this body to better use. I'm sure the real Kyle thinks so."

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Hey, hello again! I hope you haven't forgotten me. I just wrote my first story since my return and posted it on Ko-fi. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this old story from my archives. See you sooner than you think!

The air in my old room smells of old farts and defeat. I settle into bed, and the old mattress creaks under a weight I've never borne before. I feel the friction of my new, voluminous belly against my thighs, the constant tension in a back that has lost all muscle definition, the perpetual chill on a scalp that is now just smooth, hairless skin. Every morning I wake up expecting it to be a nightmare, and every morning reality hits me in the form of this fifty-four-year-old, bald, overweight body.

Moving back to my parents' house was the most humiliating thing. This accountant's body, the Robert "Bob" Jenkins body, couldn't afford the rent on my loft. My protein and gym sponsorships... our sponsorships... evaporated as soon as people saw what I had become.

But the worst wasn't the material. It was Jenna's look, filled with confusion and then pure revulsion when I tried to explain that it was me, Kyle, trapped inside this... shell of grease and gray hair. "Kyle, this isn't healthy. You should get help," she said before blocking me everywhere. My friends, my gym brothers, just make excuses now. "Uh, dude, we're just really busy," they say on the phone, and I can hear the discomfort in their voices as they speak in the deep, breathy voice of an older stranger. Even my own parents tiptoe around me. Mom avoids eye contact, and Dad only talks to me about the weather, unable to connect with the older man who claims to be the son he was so proud of.

With a frustrated growl coming hoarse from this alien throat, I grab my laptop. I need to wallow in my misery. I navigate to my old Instagram profile, @KyleTheTitan.

And there I am. Or rather, there he is. Bob, I guess his new young brain acted quickly and changed my social media passwords. It should have been easy; he had my phone number and my face.

The photo is a stab. My V-shaped torso, my rock-solid biceps, my chiseled abs, all dressed up like a suit by that grinning imposter. He's wearing only tight gym shorts and holding a tub of the protein I helped promote. The headline reads: "New horizons! Grateful for this second chance and for my partners at @FlexFuelNutrition who believe in me #SwapCorpSurvivor #StrongerThanEver."

I feel a fierce nausea burning in my stomach, a stomach that is now soft and round. That body was my temple, my identity. I shaped it with years of sacrifice, pain, and discipline. And now that financial softie, Bob Jenkins, is there, grinning like a fool, taking in all the glory, endorsements, and health insurance showering the "innocent victims of the Incident."

Rage courses through my veins, but it's followed by a much stranger and more treacherous feeling. As I stare at the screen, admiring every muscle cut I've carved, an intense and completely involuntary arousal begins to grow in my groin, swelling against the restrictive fabric of these hideous polyester pants my father lent me.

I look down, with horror and a hint of fascination. An erection, firm and insistent, deforms the fabric. It's this old, rejected body responding to the sight of my own former body, a body everyone desired and now no one denies Bob. The disconnect is so surreal it almost makes me dizzy. I hadn't touched myself in months, my enormous, hairy balls swollen from the withdrawal from accepting this perverse reaction. The confusion is total.

Suddenly, a notification pops up in the corner of the screen. An alert from a local news network.

"Protest outside SwapCorp offices: Victims call for halt to 'cure' research"

My heart pounding in a way this new body finds alarming, I click.

The video plays, showing a crowd in front of SwapCorp's glass building. And there, in the front row, with my powerful chest puffed out and my voice, now strangely modulated with the conviction of a middle-aged man, shouting into a megaphone, is Bob Jenkins.

"Our bodies are not experiments!" shouts the muscular figure that was once me. "This body is mine now! It's a gift. SwapCorp must stop its dangerous quest to reverse the process. We demand to be acknowledged and left alone! My name is Kyle, and this is my body!"

The crowd cheers. Camera flashes illuminate Bob's defined pecs as he struts in front of the camera with a charismatic smile, the gaze of a crowd of men and women never leaving him.

I sat frozen in my teenage bedroom, mesmerized by the live action. Before I knew it, my cock was out of my pants, and my hand was pumping up and down. The smell of my old cock filled my room, and sticky precum lubricated my fingers until my cock exploded, completely staining my laptop screen.

Completely in ecstasy, lying on my bed and completely exhausted, all I could hear was my old voice on the computer.

"Yeah, I think I'm putting this body to better use. I'm sure the real Kyle thinks so."

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Hey, hello again! I hope you haven't forgotten me. I just wrote my first story since my return and posted it on Ko-fi. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this old story from my archives. See you sooner than you think!

Jake (to the left) and Trevor (to the right) both signed up for a mysterious military experiment that neither boy was given much information on. All they knew was that the experiment paid good money and with them just finishing their first year in college they were more than a little broke plus it helped that the guys had been good friends since high school so they were more comfortable taking part in this together.

The 2 mem stood in a long hallway filled with a bunch of military personnel and filled out some release forms from the experiment as they prepped for what was to come.

"You worried about this?" Trevor asked as he took a swig off of his water bottle and then nervously fidgeted with the cap between his fingers.

"Not really. I got my buddy here with me. Plus they're probably just gonna give us some placebo that's really just sugar water and see how we react."

"You really think so?"

Jake shrugged "Yah I mean whatever it is it really can't be that bad."

After a short while they were brought into a room with a two way mirror by a woman in a lab coat. The two men were sat down on hospital beds parralel to one another. The woman helped jake remove his navy jacket and exposed his upper bicep so she could take a needle and gave him a shot.

Jake winced a little as he was injected with a strange green substance that was glowing. The woman disposed of the needle into a biohazard bag and without saying a word went to a leave when Trevor asked "Don't I need a shot as well if Jake's getting one?"

"No," the woman said with a blank expression "the procedure only calls for Jake to get the shot. You're duty will be up soon."

With that the woman walked out leaving the two men alone.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I don't know," Jake leaned back against the bed and let out a bit of a whimper, "my whole body feels overly sensitive. Its like everything that's touching me is turning on. Even my clothes rubbing against my skin feels like pure ecstacty."

He began to rub his body and stripped his shirt off and felt up his muscled chest as he started to grind against the hospital bed.

"Dude, I need you to come here and touch me?"

"What are you talking about man?" Trevor asked in shock.

"Fuck everything just feels so good. Please just get over here."

Trevor swallowed thinking that this must just be part of the experiment but something about seeing his friend so turned on was actually getting him hard. His thought was maybe whatever was in that shot was an aphrodisiac so he went over on top of Jake and began to passionately kiss him. As he rubs his hands across Jake's body it was as if it were becoming softer like a cotton fabric but with how good everything felt, Jake didn't care. Trevor placed his hand in Jake's pants and began to rub on his dick but as he touched it it began to grow smaller until it was just a flat and smooth area of skin as this happened his skin began to turn into a dark blue as his legs began to grow smaller and hallow out. Eventually his arms did the same as his chest and head also began to recede toward his waist line. As this happened the two continued to passionately kiss until all that was lying under Trevor was a pair of dark blue Briefs.

"Look at you. I hate to say this but you look comfortable as Fuck. I kinda wanna try yuh on and it's not like you can really say no anymore."

He stripped down and pulled the underwear up his bare legs and unbeknownst to him sent shivers throughout all of Jake's body as he felt himself getting edged toward an orgasm that was never to come. Trevor nuzzled the crotch of the underwear where Jake's face would be and adjusted it to his liking as Jake got a full taste of all of the sweat and precum on his best friends dick.

Trevor put his clothes back on and went to the bathroom to check himself out as he began to feel a strange sensation across his body as well.

He watched as suddenly his army green clothes began to morph into something more stylish as his shirt change into a baggier t-shirt and his jeans became black and grew tight against his legs.

In these moments it seemed that part of what was Jake began to morph into Trevors form as his hair became a dirty blonde and styled itself on top of his head. His skin began to become a lighter tone as he grew a few inches taller and his face began to grow longer as his jawline became more sqaure and the beginning of a pencil mustache formed above his upper lip.

As he watched this sudden transformation he pawed at his erect dick through his jeans as it to began to grow up to its full mass but then continued to grow in length until he was sitting at a good 9 inches. He bit his lip and began to moan as he pulled his much larger dick out and began to jack himself off in the bathroom. Next thing he knew his feet began to grow from a size 10 to a size 14 in only a matter of second. Next his legs became more toned as his ass began to become more round and almost all traces of body hair on his body began to fade away. Finally as his transformation came to an end he shot ropes against the mirror and stood their looking at himself as he began to breathe heavily in and out. He pulled his dick back into his pants and gave himself a cocky smirk as he checked out his new form in the mirror.

The next thing he knew the door to the lab opened and the female scientist came back in.

"Well I would consider this operation as a success." she said as she strode across the room toward him. "How are you feeling?"

"Well Fuck, I'm feeling pretty damn great. I've never felt so cocky in my whole life but with a body like this, I think I have the right."

"That's just as I expected now you have a choice. You can have your friend transform back and you both can leave here with the sum of money you were promised or..." The woman paused as she showed the faintest trace of a smile.

"Or what?"

"Or you can leave here with both your money and the money that was promsied to Jake plus those briefs that'll change you back into this form whenever you like."

Trevor let out a dumb laugh as he shined a cocky grin toward the woman. "I think the answer is pretty fuckin' obvious."

3 weeks later

Trevor took a before picture of himself in the gym bathroom and had his briefs sat to the side just out of the cameras view. The moment he'd left the military base he went to his local gym in his new body and started up a membership for his second life under the name Tyler. He knew that what he did was wrong just leaving his buddy trapped as a pair of underwear but he couldn't help himself and plus he'd been getting so much ass from men and women alike when he turned into Tyler. Another thing that helped was that after wearing the briefs so much a side effect was that after he transformed sometimes he could hear Jake's voice in the back of his head, letting out moans of pleasure as he was nestled up against Tyler's thick cock. It was enough to make Trevor cum ropes to the sound of it.

After a few moments Trevor grabbed the briefs and stripped down and put them on. Almost instantly he heard in the back of his head his Jake say "Fuck man I want you to cum into me. I can't cum so do it for me."

Trevor grinned as he began to grope at his partially erect dick and watched the transformation take over as his clothes shifted into something more suitable for the gym and his form changed into that of Tyler's once again. It was no issue for him to cum thick ropes once again when his transformation was over. He had every time since he started to wear Jake. Only difference this time was he caught every drop of his cum into Jake's cotton fabric which over road all other senses in him and all he could taste was Trevors geyser of cum. Trevor teased Jake as he continued go rub his dick against him through his gym shorts and knew full well how it would drive Jake absolutely mad when he went to exercise because every time he was taken over with complete pleasure.

Trevor grabbed his basketball from off the ground and snapped a picture of himself and went to utilize his time as Tyler. He had a running bet with the guy he was playing with that if he won he'd get the chance to fuck him and if he'd lost he'd be the one getting fucked. Either way, Trevor planned on getting a piece of ass tore into tonight.

David was walking along the sidewalk on the way home from class on a Friday afternoon when he stumbled upon a ring on the ground outside the local magic shop

He knew the store, it wasn’t MAGIC-magic, it’s just where one could buy party tricks, costumes, and other magic stuff so he didn’t suspect a thing.

“This must be worth a lot, I can’t believe someone would’ve just dropped this” he said as he inspected the ring.

The ring itself was just an ordinary ring but had a large green crystal as the main gem. So with no one in the vicinity immediately looking for it, he decided to take it home with him.

At home, he went straight to his room to inspect his latest find at his desk. He realized he needed to clean and organize his desk because it still had all the Tolkien books and D&D stuff from the night prior.

Inspecting the ring further, he wanted to see if it actually would fit on him. When he inspected the ring earlier on the sidewalk, it was relatively huge compared to his hands and fingers but when he brought it out, it looked like it shrank to adjust to his proportions

“Was it always this small? i swear when I picked this up it was bigger” he said as he inspected it. It was still the same ring but now it looked like it was made for him. After a few more checks, he decided to put it on.

The moment he put it on, it started glowing and emitting a light that shone the same color green as the gem

“ooookay that’s weird” he exclaimed, shocked as the ring lit up without a power source “I know they don’t make batteries this small” he added. The ring kept shining a green light into his room until it landed on a poster of a D&D Barbarian.

David always had that poster up because he liked playing the Barbarian in almost every D&D campaign with his friends. He always liked it because it was a formidable, high-hit-point frontline warrior who thrives in close combat. They excel at tanking, dealing massive damage, and providing survival utility through strength-based skills. And, he always dreamed of having that body as he regularly tried hitting the gym every now and then to keep up with his favorite character.

“I must be dreaming, gotta take this off” he said but by the moment he tried removing the ring, something strange started happening — he noticed the Barbarian in the poster start getting thinner as his own body started growing right before his eyes

“HOLY SHIT” he boomed as he saw his body inflate with muscle upon muscle as the Barbarian in the poster kept shrinking

It didn’t sttart in any particular place but his body just swelled in proportion to the character displayed on his wall.

His chest ballooned out fast as if jutting out of him, pecs as firm and big as the man in the poster started forming on his body stretching out the fabric to its limits. His shoulders followed suit as they grew and rounded out as they stretched further horizontally to give him the same width as his favorite D&D character.

His arms were growing simultaneously as well. His biceps and triceps grew in to almost twice the size of his original arm width to the point that his shirt sleeves were stretched to their limits from the sheer size of his new arms. Veins started criss-crossing the entire length as it started supplying the new muscle that formed

He had to adjust how he sat at his desk chair because he also felt as if he grew in height. His torso and legs lengthened a bit to match the same posture as a Barbarian would have. To be able to tower over everyone in the party to really show off dominance and strength

After a few minutes, the light from the ring dimmed on its own. Once the changes finally came to a stop, he rushed to his bathroom to really inspect the changes

“oh fuuuuuck” he said shockingly as he took off his shirt and inspected himself in the bathroom mirror

As he saw on his desk, the changes really did take effect on his body as everything about him grew to massive proportions - he saw how he now sported pecs that casted shadows and now he had an actual solid 6-pack!

“I always wondered what I’d look like if my workouts paid off” he said inquisitively

He inspected his arms, definitely 2x the size now versus just a few minutes ago. He instinctively flexed them and saw how huge the bicep rose and fell from his arm, how the tricep really looked like a horseshoe got shoved into his skin.

Interestingly enough he didn’t feel the weight of his newfound bulk as it seemed that his body just grew accustomed to the new strength and size.

“I’ve got to test these out tomorrow at the gym” he said as he rushed back to his bed. Funny thing was he also felt extremely riled up and felt as if he had so much more energy that he didn’t feel like sleeping but something else started showing up from all that excitement

He saw how a third leg practically showed up out of nowhere at full mast. “Haha oh shit that wasn’t that big before” he told himself as he discovered the ring had also improved his manhood to match the new body. He pulled down his boxers and started the deed. David was already furiously going at it while also seeing how his new muscles were moving and responding to the action

He felt up his pecs and flexed his new massive biceps as he kept going “oh this’ll be so good!! I canmt wait for tomorrow!! GrAAH!!” As he finished and immediately dozed off to sleep

The following day, he got up to get ready for his weekly workouts at the gym. He normally would have just worn regular shirt and shorts but as he tried getting ready, he saw how both those pieces of clothes wouldn’t even barely fit him. “Okay this might be an issue” he said as he rummaged through his closet for clothes.

Luckily he found a tank too shirt he used to wear during summer — he assumed it would fit him because it didn’t have any sleeves to fit his new massive arms and shoulders. “There, finally something that fits, time to head out and test these guns!” He said as he went out for the gym

Once in the gym, he started testing out his usual workout routine and was surprised at how light his usual weights were now “I can’t believe how light these are, should try for heavier”

As he did bicep curls, he kept changing the weights from 15, 20, 25, and 30 until he ended up around 40 or 45 to finally start feeling actual weight “this is more than 3x the weight I could usually curl FUCK” he said to himself as he pressed on with his exercise. “I can’t wait to get bigger” he added

As he said that, the ring on his finger started shining again. “Didn’t realize I still had this thing on” he realized as the gem glowed the same green as last night. What was weird though was no one else in the gym could see the light - luckily enough he guessed as it would’ve been weird.

The light on the ring shone straight into the direction of one of the big bodybuilder trainers in the gym “you want me to get closer?” He asked himself as the ring was faintly pulling him towards the trainer’s direction

David followed him and the ring into the locker room where the trainer went to his locker to fix his stuff for his next client. To make it believable why he was in there with him, he took off his shirt and acted like he was going to his own locker too.

Unbenknownst to the trainer, David was standing far behind him with the ring casting its green light onto him.

As he pointed his arm out to the trainer, the light shone stronger and stronger eventually casting a full green glow onto the man. It showed off the musculature, each and every carved muscle the man had from yesrs of training and diets

That’s when the familiar feeling from last night came back.

As the light kept shining onto the trainer, David could see how the trainer was getting smaller. His muscles slowly decreasing in size and mass without him even realizing what was happening.

Simultaneously his own body started responding the same way as last night.

His already huge body almost doubled in size again as all of his muscles grew in response to the shrinking man infront of David

His biceps started getting thicker and heavier as muscle packed onto his already amazing arms. His shoulders practically grew out wider as it accommodating more mass that was coming. His pecs were now jutting out by at least more than an inch from his body now effectively blocking the view of his lower half as his abs carved deeper and his leg muscles looking like they could squat a truck

As the light from the ring dimmed, he immediately started flexing right then and there marveling at his newfound mass and size. Seeing how his NEW-new biceps rose to their new size. He assumed that they would now at least be more than 25in at least!

He cupped his pecs as well, enjoying the mass that had now formed on his chest. Practically perfect pecs that had a clear fine divide in the center - not even the Barbarian in D&D could have this build he mentally told himself

He saw the trainer still fixin his stuff, now practically looking like the people he would actually be training.

David bolted to his own locker to act casual.

He tried wearing the same tank top shirt again so as to not give off any alarms and walked back out onto the gym floor.

The shirt he had on now looked as if it were skin tight as it hugged his entire torso. Practically stretched further by the added mass and musculature from the trainer.

“I swear I’m lucky this thing doesn’t have sleeves” he said as he felt his arms up feeling the muscle, the ridges, and the veins that were now occupying his limbs

Now pent up with energy again from the transformation, he went back out to test his new muscles “let’s see if thise 45’s have any weight to them now” he said as he went straight for the dumbbells again

“I think I’ll be keeping this ring around” he said as the ring on his finger started dimly glowing again as the other trainers started their routine with their bodybuilding clients on the benches beside him

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Thanks for reading! AI does have a tendency to have inconsistencies in the photos so take that with a grain of salt

Hi everyone! How are you? This post isn't a story (but don't worry, I'll be updating again soon; I hope you had a great Easter).

Anyway, getting to the point, lately I've been thinking about new themes and "kinks" for my stories, but I'd like to ask your opinions first.

I know that the topic of smells and feet is very present in my stories, but I know that not many of you like it, so I try to keep it "relaxed", but... I also realized that I have tons of these photos saved to use “someday”, haha.

Also, I have a slight interest in things like odors, smells, in a slightly more... mmm... intense way? Things like burps, flatulence; It's mostly about mental transformations, like a nerd turning into a stinky athlete, or things like that, but again, I know it's not something that's common for many of you, and I'd like you to feel comfortable with what you read.

So my question is:

Aside from that, that's my only announcement. I hope you're all doing well and continuing to enjoy my content. I'll be updating the blog more frequently these days since this will be my new official account, etc. But I hope you'll continue supporting me with a follow, a like, a comment, sending me a message – everything is great, and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Thank you so much.

If you have any suggestions for other "kinks" you'd like to see, you can leave them in the comments, or if you're more comfortable with messaging, you can let me know there too. It would be great to learn more about your preferences.

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That's all from me. Thank you so much for your attention. Let's stay in touch. Thanks!

Twinks! Twinks!! Everywhere, most are gay and some are straights.

Not often would I come across a straight cutie like Ollie in my travels. I tend to scout the gay clubs and rich estates to find those cute guys to possess. My problem is that I should settle down, but the thrill of a new body, experiences, and tastes is just overwhelming.

I was in the body of a guy who loved watching F1, and with his wealth, I had access to the early pre-meet-and-greets.

There he was, standing there like he was in the happiest moment of his life. Ollie just melted me instantly, he had the looks, that goofy personality, was kind to everyone and was grateful for what life gives.

That all changed when he went into the private cubicle to get ready for his race. I dived straight into his mouth and down his throat; it was warm and soft, but he was panicking like mad. Deep inside his body, I faced him, soul to soul, I convinced him I was here to help him reach his full potential, the dumb ass personality of his only believed me.

He suddenly felt locked inside a cell deep inside his mind, where nobody could hear him.

I woke up and smirked. His body, life is mine. This chest is pretty sexy for a semi twunk. I know this has so much potential, but I must get ready for the match.

I put on all my gear and acted exactly like him. I knew there were plenty of nice guys out there drooling over me, and I couldn't wait to tease them. This body is mine, and I run the show.

Jordan looked at himself in the mirror and got sad. He noticed fresh stretch marks on his stomach which meant he gained fat again

See, Jordan wasn’t particularly proud of how round he’s gotten since the start of summer break.

He looked in the mirror and said “I should really start working out and getting thinner before heading back to school”.

“Might as well watch some TV downstairs”. He went down, got a cup of water from the tap and sat down across the living room TV taking a huge swig of the water

He watched TV for hours on end almost rotting in place in the living room. During that time though, he kept thinking to himself if he should work out in a few days, maybe even join a gym or something

It was already way past 10PM so he decided to just go ahead and catch some sleep - without a clear agenda tomorrow, he guessed it’s just the same routine again the following day

He got into bed and just dozed off immediately

Hours passed. Jordan wasn’t exactly a neat sleeper, he would toss and turn throughout the night switching positions, kicking off the sheet, and all that. He was also a heavy sleeper so it really wasn’t the best combo

What happened that night though he wouldn’t have been able to notice, let alone feel. His body started heating up and sweating, despite the room being cold already

His body started sweating like crazy but also started getting leaner and the fat that used to be there slowly got replaced with muscle…and then some

Everything about him started deflating and inflating at the same time. Muscles started appearing, fat disappearing. Practically showing signs of increased muscle mass and strength

It was in the middle of the night when the changes started completely ramping up and going crazy

His unconscious body already took note of the increased heat and pulled his shirt up revealing what’s been growing underneath

With every breath he took more and more muscle mass started showing up. He was now already sporting pecs and 6 pack abs - something he seriously didn’t have the day before - and all of it just kept growing, getting bigger and more defined

His muscles eventualy grew so much over the course of the night that it could no longer handle the growth so it just eventually gave up and exploded right then and there

He was almost practically unrecognizable at this point but the growth and changes kept going.

His arms kept getting heavier and heavier as more muscle piled onto his biceps and triceps, almost doubling the total circumference of his arms. Veins started snaking their way through to supply blood to the newly strengthened area

His chest also kept growing. His already present pecs were getting thicker and fuller, rising from his chest and defining their own place as if creating their own mounds and valleys

His abs were now much more visible and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He was now occupying more bed space as his back and shoulders practically shot outwards making him near double in width from who he was just a few hours ago

And finally his legs, not only did they lengthen to the point that they now hung over the bed but the muscles in his glutes, thighs, ans calves were the textbook definition of tree trunks

He now practically looked like a behemoth on his bed. As he tossed and turned, his shirt already came off and showed off his back

Thick muscles creating valleys across his wide back that would make any man jealous of the definition. His width alone could eclipse anyone at that point

Then his alarm went off, it was morning the next day

He got up, still not noticing how heavy his body felt or how his vantage point is already at a much higher elevation. It was only by the time he felt a breeze on his chest did he notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He looked down and screamed “HOLY SHIT! WHOSE BODY IS THIS?!”

His voice carried enough weight that it practically vibrated inside his room, almost an octave lower than his usual voice

He ran to the mirror and was shocked by what he saw

He still recognized his face but it was replaced by what he would call an absolute unit

His jawline alone was so perfect that he was aroused by the sight alone. Perfect lantern cut jaw, something he didn’t know he had under the fat that he knew he had the day before.

He inspected his new body and felt every crevasse of his new found musculature. “FUCK I HAVE ABS” he said while feeling up 6-8 bumps on his stomach that wasn’t there before

His pecs involuntarily bounced and he was shocked that they moved “what the fuck?” He said and tried to control it. Lo and behold they bounced on command. He felt the weight of them as each pec rose and fell.

He checked his arms and flexed, seeing such a massive bicep show up out of nowhere. Well, not really from nowwhere. “This can’t be me, can it?” He said as he flexed both arms

After some time of self exploration, he decided he wanted to get out of the house and take this new muscle for a test drive

He went through his closet and found the biggest shirt he had and jeans. He knew the shirt was the biggest one he owned but he struggled to put it on. His new massive frame almost not fitting into the shirt. The jeans also practically turned into skinny jeans due to his thighs stretching the fabric to its limits

He stepped outside and felt the sun hit his skin. Still somewhat of a foreign feeling seeing that he now occupied 2-3x the usual space he occupied yesterday

“Might as well head to the gym” he said confidently as he went back inside to get his keys

Hayley, the daughter of the nextdoor neighbor - who was the same age as him and went to the same school - saw him as he walked back. She knew Jordan but this man was someone she never saw before but she could tell from afar that he looked like Jordan. She shouted at him “Hey, are you new here or are you Jordan’s brother?”

Jordan heard her question and just laughed a bit but mustered up an answer “no it’s me, Jordan!” He said

Hayley was shocked by the answer that she couldn’t respond but Jordan could tell she was red hot and blushed as she ran back inside.

“Might visit her after gym” he said confidently. He knew his nee self could take her out on a date - heck even carry her with one hand at that point

Charles had just finished his workout, which was his favorite time to take selfies. The gym always had great lighting, and the sweat accentuated his muscles in a way that gave each photo a raw, masculine vibe. He'd taken a few really good ones when a text message from Paxton popped up. "Hey, I've got that sponsorship deal in a few hours, but it'll take time to get ready. Are you done with the body yet?"

God, his life was weird. Paxton was his roommate, a complete stranger he'd met through a Facebook group. Meeting new people after college was hard, and they seemed compatible enough based on his profile. And they were, except it turned out that magic was real, and Paxton knew how to use it. Charles should have hated the guy-- three weeks after they moved in together, Paxton stole his life with a body swapping spell. But honestly, Paxton did a pretty good job trying to follow all of his fitness habits, and Charles welcomed the break from his strict training regimen. When the life of a professional bodybuilder became overwhelming, Paxton was willing to swap back instead of ruining his life. He accepted the olive branch at face value, rather than trying to seek revenge against the warlock-- Charles was just happy that everything was back to normal.

He treated his bodybuilding career as more of a hobby than anything else-- he loved spending time in the gym, but he knew that the prize money wasn't enough to live on. His remote white collar job supported paid just enough to support his hobbies and passions, and that's how he liked it. In a world where fitness coaches and influencers were everywhere, trying to turn his passion into a steady paycheck sounded like a nightmare. Paxton, however, was convinced that his roommate had what it took to make it big. So when the warlock proposed a body swapping deal, well... Charles knew that the man wasn't bluffing.

Charles would be guaranteed to keep his body during workouts and competitions, hangouts with his bros, and to sleep at night. Paxton would take his body for social networking events and as many healthy meals as their schedules permitted. In exchange, Paxton would get to take his body for nights out on the town as arranged in advance. It was a lot of swapping, but it really did seem like a fair arrangement. Charles figured it was worth it to be able to skip all of the calorie counting and protein math that was expected of a successful bodybuilder. If he ever had to eat another bland chicken and rice meal again, it would still be too soon. Eventually Paxton would get tired of their deal, and the two men's lives would go back to normal for a second time.

Although it turned out that he had severely underestimated Paxton's dedication. His roommate was constantly borrowing his body for videos, networking, and countless social media thirst trap posts. Charles now had an account on every major social media platform, and all he had to do was take the occasional workout pic so that Paxton could upload them when it was his time with the body. He wasn't sure how many followers were needed to be considered successful, but he couldn't deny that the numbers kept surpassing his expectations.

Once Paxton managed to secure a promo code with one of his favorite supplement brands, that was when he had to admit that his roommate might have been onto something. "The photos look excellent, you make me look really good," he said, complimenting Paxton once they had swapped back for the evening. "So... how much are they paying you... me... us for this deal-- a few thousand?"

Paxton chuckled. "Well, it's commission based, so we won't know for sure until we get the first paycheck. But I'm optimistic," he added, with a mischievous smirk on his face. Charles knew by now not to press for more information. Paxton would reveal the secret when he was ready, and not a moment earlier. Well, it didn't really affect him all that much. Charles was thankful for the remote nature of his job, since it meant he didn't lose any productivity whenever he suddenly found himself 100 pounds lighter. The deal must not have been a complete failure-- Paxton had made plans for a photoshoot to film a quick celebratory post on his accounts.

"So how much has the sponsorship paid so far?" Charles asked, after taking some nice candid photos of his body at Paxton's request. "You seem happy, so I gotta assume it was at least a few hundred." After recording several takes of a video thanking his followers for their support, the anticipation was killing him.

"A few hundred?" Paxton said, laughing as he gave his original body a few condescending pats on the head. "We've already made over fifteen thousand."

Charles shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. The sponsorship has only been live for... what, four weeks? Surely you meant to say fifteen hundred."

Paxton placed his hand on Charles's shoulder. "I meant what I said. I told you this body has what it takes to make it big. Even splitting the earnings 50/50, I'm making enough money that it makes more sense for me to quit my job and focus all of my time on your career. All you have to do is keep this body in shape, and I'll be able to keep the money coming."