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(Original story posted August 21st 2023) This story has been Updated!

“Holy crap! Your tits are even bigger than before!” Matty exclaimed as he reached out and grabbed one of Sarah’s huge new pecs. He couldn’t help giving it a firm squeeze. He adored how soft the muscle felt while knowing damn well those pecs could become hard as rock with a single flex.

“They must’ve given me one of the men’s shirts by mistake.” Sarah huffed, looking down at her new muscle bound body. Her gay best friend was obviously enthralled by her strong masculine form. “I’m surprised my leggings haven’t ripped yet with how big my thighs are…” She added, glancing down at the tight fabric that now strained across her muscular legs. Not to mention how they struggled to contain her hefty new bulge.

Sarah had been going to BetterGym for just over a month now. It was an expensive place but well worth the money because when you arrive they give you what they like to call a ‘BetterShirt’ that shifts your body into whatever shape you’re striving for. They have multiple fits for both men and women. Men’s bodybuilder, Men’s toned, Women’s lean, Women’s powerlifter and so many more! For example men that wore the men’s bodybuilder shirt would immediately hulk out into giant muscle beasts. It’s said that working out while using these body morphing shirts can help train your body to remember that physique and grow into it naturally at a much quicker pace when you’re not wearing the shirt. Until finally you don’t even need the shirts to look like that anymore! So many men and women had used these gym shirts to reach their dream bodies many times faster than they would’ve normally. Seeing results that would usually take years becoming attainable in only a few months of consistency.

Today Sarah decided to bring one of her best friends Matty with her as a guest. Unfortunately he couldn’t get a shirt without being a full member but he still got to see what it was all about as Sarah asked for her usual Women’s Aesthetic shirt. The staff who provided BetterShirt’s quickly grabbed one and presented it to the young women who gave a swift thank you before heading into a changing stall. Little did Sarah realise, she probably should’ve checked the tag on the shirt before slipping it on…

Usually what would happen is her body would become slimmer in some places and curvier in others to give her that perfectly balanced female form. But this time something was different. Instead of her body simply reshaping itself, it began growing from every angle! Arms and legs bulging with thick muscle as her height shot up rapidly. “What the fuuuck… is happeninnggggghhh…” She groaned in a voice that got noticeably deeper with every grunt. Her back and shoulders widened. Her breasts flattened only to make way for a pair of giant pecs that grew in their place moments later. Even her ass lost its feminine shape in favour of a tighter looking but still rather thick man butt. Her voice really dropped a couple octaves however when a hug pair of testicles formed between her legs followed by a fat juicy cock that replaced her former genitalia. Her entire body continued to pulse and grow as her face changed, losing its soft gentle features in return for rugged manly ones accompanied by some stubble and a shorter haircut.

Moments later a total hunk burst out of the stall, giving Matty quite the scare at first until Sarah explained what happened. She poked and prodded at her masculine body awkwardly for a moment, trying to wrap her head around what the hell just happened. Squeezing her biceps, exploring her new shape, grabbing her own muscle ass a little. So much so that it encouraged Matty to reach out and do the same. How could he resist grabbing pecs as massive and juicy as those given the chance.

“Yep. The tag says Men’s Aesthetic. Not Women’s” Matty confirmed once Sarah asked him to check the collar for the shirt tag.

“Shit. Well I better go and swap this for the right one.” Sarah groaned in annoyance.

Just as the newly formed hunk was about to make his way back to the BetterShirt staff, Matty stopped her for a moment. “Hold on! What’s the rush? You look hot as fuck right now. You can’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it’d be like to be a guy. All big and strong with a deep voice and powerful muscles.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little. “Come on. Just one gym session won’t hurt right? Think of all the heavy ass weights you’ll be able to lift now.”

Sarah glanced over at a wall mirror nearby and saw the man she’d become. An aesthetic male version of herself with broad shoulders, big pecs and a skinny waist. She had to admit Matty was right. She did look good. A little meathead-ish perhaps but still sexy nonetheless. And though she’d wouldn’t admit it out loud, the man she’d become was absolutely the type of man she would’ve envisioned when fingering herself. Just the thought of that made her new male anatomy start to chub up a little. The sensation of which was pretty bizarre.

“Fine. One session. But after that it’s back to the Women’s Aesthetic.” She claimed. Little did she know how deeply in love she’d fall for her manly new body over the next couple hours. Relishing in the explosive power her enormous muscles contained. Finding herself subtly groping her bulge when she thought nobody was looking until she had to excuse herself to the men’s bathroom so she could get a proper look at her new cock. It wasn’t long then until she realised how addicting the feeling of having a dick truly was. Especially after nutting for the first time before walking back out into the gym like nothing had happened. Though Matty had his suspicions judging by how long Sarah had spent back there.

Unfortunately shirts had to be returned at the end of every session. After she’d taken off the shirt and reverted back to normal she found herself feeling an intense wave of disappointment that she hadn’t expected to feel. A wave so intense that she couldn’t stop thinking about being a man and having a cock between her legs for the rest of the day. Needless to say Sarah was back at BetterGym the very next day and this time she actually requested a Men’s Aesthetic shirt! It was too intoxicating to resist. Before long it became one of the only BetterShirts she wore.

It was like a secret addiction.

Outside the gym Sarah was her usual self. The pretty girl working in marketing that some of the office guys occasionally flirted with. She'd talk with the other girls there over lunch about what they expected her gym ambitions to be, a slimmer waist and better curves. She was exactly what everyone expected.

At the gym though? She was completely different.

The gym was a totally different world now her eyes had been opened to the wonders of becoming a man with BetterShirts. She wasn't a 'she' at the gym. Sarah might walk in as far as reception, but it was Shawn that actually went to workout. It was Shawn that got to know the regulars there more than Sarah ever did, Shawn that pretended he was just another dude using the BetterShirts to try and work towards his goals of getting big. No one besides those that worked in reception knew Sarah was Shawn, and they weren't about to go spreading that gossip on risk of losing a well paying client.

Shawn as Sarah had decided to go by whilst a man had settled deep into the addiction to being male. The power of the male form was leagues better than anything he felt as a woman. The substantial bulge between his massive thighs was easily hotter to fool around with than female equipment, even if it was just in the gym locker room he did that.

And the pecs Matty had felt up that very first time? Well those had just kept growing; everyone knew after the three months Shawn had been there that chest day was his favourite.

But it wasn't enough.

Sarah could be a man at the gym for two hours a day if she wanted to, but that was as far as it went. No social life as Shawn, always claiming he was swamped with work, no hookups as a man other than a quickie at the gym. It was half a life, barely even that. Something had to change.

That something came in the form of an accident a couple of weeks later.

Sarah had been going for close to four months now. Almost every day of the week she became Shawn and enjoyed a long drawn out workout. As far as he knew it was any other day, finish up then head past reception to BetterGym's soundproof changing pods as he always did at the end of the day.

"Hey, Shawn right?" The guy at reception said as Shawn walked by the desk, gym bag slung over one shoulder with his change of clothes.

He smiled at the face he didn't recognise. "Yeah, that's me dude. You new here?"

Nathan, as his name tag read, nodded. "Close enough yeah, second day. I'll probably see you around, but have a good day!"

It was about now whoever was there would ask him for the BetterShirt he was wearing so he didn't take it home. This guy hadn't though. Shawn frowned and glanced down, then realised the strap of his gym bag just happened to be resting over the gym's logo. And if this guy was new enough... Maybe he could just walk out with it on? Nathan probably assumed he changed already, and since everyone only ever talked about him here as 'Shawn' now...

"Yeah, see you around man." He said, then headed for the exit instead of the changing pods.

Shawn was practically vibrating with excitement as he stepped through the doors to BetterGym. Had he actually done it? Being realistic someone would probably notice the missing shirt and ask him for it back and that would be that, but he could hope. Maybe, just maybe he'd gotten away with stealing the shirt that would let him stay a man permanently. If he didn't take it off for a week, maybe that would let him stay a man then and not change back. He had all the time in the world to experiment with it now though. Or so he hoped.

As Shawn got in his car and drove off past the front of the building, another member of staff walked into reception towards the desk.

"Thanks for covering for me Nathan, not great when your period starts in the middle of a shift." The girl said as she took her seat again and smiled at Nathan.

The man smiled and stood up. "Don't worry yourself about it Kate, it's fine really."

She smiled and shook her head. "I know it is. But I still feel bad asking the owner to cover the reception desk!" A small laugh left her at the thought. "Still, thank you."

After graduating High school, Narco and Jack moved in together and they continued to develop and explore there new lives into adulthood.

Narco being the successful salesman that he is thanks to his intelligence and understanding of people, manages to earn his spot there continuing to expand there.

His friend Jack, on the other hand, still the somewhat shy boy he was, manages thanks to his efforts and a bit of Narco support, manages to get a spot at a good college to start his education in Criminal Justice to one day be a police officer.

Up to that point, both him and Jack had jobs, Narco near the peak of his career and only in his early 20s and Jack taking up job similar in that field as a Security Agent.

Now, they may have been doing well in there fields individually, but Narco still enjoy the benefits of his special ability and who wouldn’t if they could possess any person they want.

Now while Jack was off in his studies, Narco tried to look for victims to his special ability, particularly to go into bars and clubs that he may drink and have sex. Usually he would go to bars where female strippers were, but since a year back when he possessed Jack’s father, he hasn’t had sex with men and his father was fucking jacked and sexy hot.

He still had to maintain public image to a degree but he also knew that he would be bottom despite working out and since high school.

So he started a Grindr account which gave him low profile and found jacked studs who liked to top twinks which he would be to them because of his average height and weight when he was bored at the striped bar with women.

This gave him people to possess as well as sex in his own body at other times.

So he found this guy named Brock, who was a gay man that did modeling and construction as a side hustle.

It was one of those nights when Jack was at work late, he invited Brock over.

Narco was prepared, he had his glasses off and was naked.

Hey, your my bottom tonight, said Brody.

Thats right jockey, said Narco wasting no time for both to release their horniness for each other.

Brody pick up Narco as they had an intense kissing session while manhandling him in his strong arm pushing his strong body against Narco as he pressed him to the wall.

After a short time, Narco replied,

So ready for round 2 big boy, said Narco.

Oh yeah man, said Brody lustfully.

My room is on the left, where we can go all out, said Narco.

So Brody carried him to his room while making out and from there it got heated.

Narco was pressed toward the bed while Brody was kissing him all over in the most dominant way alpha could.

I been waiting to take control all night, just let daddy take care of you son, said Brody.

Brody then turned Narco on his stomach as he begin spreading Narco cheeks placing his tongue in between his hole licking in between going deeper as he did.

As he went deeper with his tongue, Narco felt great euphoria sending him on edge as he felt the hair on his beard moving side to side feeling like a tickle but on an intimate level.

When the stud was done lubricating his hole, he began to stick out his dick and thrust in and out, smoother and faster, keeping his rhythm.

Narco moans increase, trying to contain the intensity of them but it was so much to bare.

When climax finally started after minutes, both let out loud intense moans as Brody cum into Narco who filling it as it began to overflow to the point it dripped over his ass down on his bed and cock as Narco also came with his shots being nearly as wild than a hose spraying everywhere.

The room’s passion calm as they begin to draw close to one another wrapped in an embrace of men while Brody cock was still in Narco hole.

All right, now it’s my turn to be in you, so sit back and let me take it from here, hehe, said Narco to the sleeping stud.

Narco taking advantage of the buff stud tiredness, he begins to position the back of his body to align with Brody while his hard cock was still planted Narco’s hole for his own curiosity on how his possession might play out with it inside him.

As Narco pressed his ass toward Brody crotch, he began going deeper into him continuing to press his back towards Brody’s buff and hairy chest as he was sucked into his skin, feeling his cock go deep into him up until the possessions near completion.

As Narco consciousness began to reawaken inside Brody, he began to open his eyes as one awaking from a good night sleep.

Narco(now Brody) then went to the mirror to inspect his new body, feeling it up as one giving a full inspection as he squeezed his tight chest, down to the rock hardness of his abs and the tight globes of his glutes moaning in pleasure as he went toward the massive junk of a cock on him and initially feeling it size and texture only stroke it for a little edge, but as usual, getting carried away started going faster as he bucked his hips forward. Not long after, he started shooting warm and ready sperm all around him, coating the mirror, sink, floor and even himself.

As he lay on his back breathing, he slips a finger over his abs and brings a taste of Brody’s cum to his mouth, savoring it leaving a malicious smile across his sweaty face laughing lightly, he says,

It worked again, haha, another one down for the books and my first body victim for my new plan.

“Man that was the best sex I’ve had in my own body, of course, after all, who knows a man’s body better than we do, hehe.

It felt so good when he was inside me with his big cock planted in me, but I can go deeper and now that I’m inside of Brody, let’s see what he can do, hehe.”

Ever since I got my hands on that chronivac thing, my frat has been fucking unstoppable. I’ve turned every single member of ours into a bronzed musclegod while taking down a peg the guys from the other frats. Hell, I even let my bros use my laptop sometimes to go out and have fun changing idiots on campus, cause they’re my frat and I trust them.

These two idiots are Marty and Dom, they used to be ever so chubby, a result of a car crash injury that left them both unnable to exercise for a couple do months, but when I got the Chronivac the first thing I did was make them BIG again, and maybe increase some of their attributes while I was at it. They were immensely grateful, and I thought I had earned myself allies for life. So imagine my surprise when I woke up, with the two of them staring at me from the foot of my bed with my laptop in their hands.

“Good morning?” I said, confused

“Good morning, captain jackass!” Marty answered

“Shut up Marty. What the hell are you two doing?” I asked them, but already having a guess in mind

“We’re taking over the ship, broski. Me and Marty over here decided that it’s unfair that you get to hog all the power of the Chronivac for yourself, thinking you can make rules like “Don’t use it to make girls suck our dicks” or “Don’t make global level changes”, so we’re taking you down so me and Marty can be co-kings!” Dom said, with a smirk on his face

“Yeah, and you’re gonna get turned into some dumb ass faggot who only thinks of sucking marty and dom dick, sucking marty and dom dick and sucking marty and dom dick!” Marty laughed

Oh for christ’s sake, I really shouldn’t have trusted these morons.

“Marty, Dom, come on guys, I was nice enough to make you guys actually notice the changes, and I literally let you use it all the time. I keep those rules in place so just things don’t get out of control, or do you want to get the attention of other users. Hand me the phone and I’ll forget this ever happened.” I told them, calmly stating my intention

“Like hell we are! Here, wanna do the honors of transforming Mason the Frat King into Mason the Frat Dump, Marty?” Dom asked, still laughing

“Yuhuh! Bye bye, big man in charge, enjoy being our dumb bitch!” Marty said, laughing as he pressed the enter button

Then, there was a bright flash of light from the screen, and I heard them scream as I let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s with the noise, fags?” I said, still laughing to myself “Did you dumbfucks really think I’d not take some precautions as to avoid getting betrayed like this? It’s a secret, but this has happened before. That cock sucker Anthony from Kappa Kappa Tau was my right hand man, but he tried to turn me into a fag boy and It bounced right back at ‘im. I’m the Chronivac Master here, and don’t you forget that.”

A brief pause as Patrick takes in the unexpected view, he then utters a typically British "Sorry" and rushes in, zips downs, whips it out and gushes a thick, high-pressure stream into the urinal.

Patrick's bladder gleefully empties itself, then he shakes his cock to get the last drops. He deeply sighs with relief then throws his head back, only to knock into something hard - the shoulder of the shirtless hunk from outside. The man steps forward pressing his bulging and hard body firmly into Patrick's back. Two powerful arms wrap around Patrick's body and pull him close, the muscle man's bulge presses hard against Patrick's ass, his eyes bulge at the feeling of the very large package behind him.

Despite his own cock growing to fullness, Patrick repeatedly whispers "Sorry" and attempts to wriggle out of the unrelenting grip of the reverse hug.

"shhhh" the forceful hunk whispers in his ear, "there's no need to apologise, I like when men drool over my body... " he tensed his chest and core as he hugged harder, Patrick's back was moulding to the chiseled shape of the solid abs and pecs. "... in fact I LOVE it. I also love how my body can make drooling men CUM when I want them to." he further increases the hug on Patrick, the bulging biceps and forearms completely surrounding his chest and sides. He's lifted slightly as the squeeze begins, his toes barely remaining on the floor.

Patrick is frozen with fear and pleasure, he's always fantasised of being this close to a muscle hunk like this! The man speaks again "I've barely been holding you for 30 seconds, but I'll have you cummin in 3..." his arms and chest start to flex harder, Patrick's chest burns and his dick jumps with excitement.

"... 2..." the man breaths in deeply as he puffs out his chest, his massive arms straining from the pressure, but he holds the position, he can feel Patrick's body tremble from the pressure.

Patrick feels time slow down as his held in the excruciatingly exhilarating reverse bearhug. He can feel the internal creaks, the sign that his ribs could snap at any moment. His cock burned and yearned for release. Then he heard it after a dramatic pause (that seemed to last an eternity): "... One"

... If anyone was around, Patrick's screams of his euphoric orgasm could have been heard as far as the park's car park.

The experimental steroid he's on is working wonders for his muscle mass and density, and his testosterone levels are so high his balls and cock have ballooned in size! The only downfall is his mind seems to be suffering, he's like a stupid muscle beast that only wants to workout and fuck.

Online

I rushed back to the computer as I heard the notification. I had waited for a few days for the next stream, prepped with lotion and tissues.

"Yeah, you like it when I flex like this huh?"

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My parents built their empire through hard work, so they tried to push me to work hard myself. Problem is, why should I? We're rich? I can be jobless for 100 years and still fly private jets each day. I resisted in every turn, but they got me by the end.

They passed away, and the requirement for me to get my inheritance is to work and do it successfully. So I chose the most fun job I can think of, streaming.

I bought the most expensive rig money can buy and just started going at it. Problem is, I wasn't getting as much money as is required by the will, and the deadline was getting closer. So, I made a shortcut.

I knew that to succeed easily, I had to be either a hot girl or man. I wasn't about to get myself new tits, so I chose to be as masculine as science permits. With a promise of hefty investment, a startup designed a custom enhancement to do just that. One which arrived the same day it was packed in europe. One which has apparently been consumed by the maid/adopted son.

Luis was an orphan that my parents took in during one of their trips to the third world. He's not exactly treated as an equal, but what did he expect? He's not blood. He's lucky my parents set him some money aside for school and that he's still living in MY mansion. Now he dares to steal my stuff.

I can hear the grunts coming from the state-of-the-art gym I built for what should've been my new body.

"Luis! Who gave you permission to take my shit?! You're fucking out I tell you! Out! Get the fuck o-"

I turn the corner only to be face-to-tit with the new Luis. Right away, I can smell the wafting man musk of the alpha body, a trait the company promised would be extra potent. I have met kings, billionares, and even secret trillionares, but this is truly the first time I felt inferior. A booming voice orders:

"Lick."

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It wasn't hard to transfer my rights according to the will to him. He still had to work as was stipulated, but his streams got viral within seconds, so he got my his money pretty easily. He still streams for the fun of it, doing it from my old room while I pitifully watch from my new room, the tool shack right next to the pool.

"Another donation world record broke! You all know I don't need the money, yet you still send it to me. I don't care though, keep sending me more next time. Pitiful fucks."

Offline

I nearly emptied my box of tissues just in a one hour stream. Pretty much everyone watching does that it has become an accepted term, "Luis Effect."

I had no time to recover as a text came, ordering me to go with him. Probably to parade me around in his company as the founders' son turned faggot. No matter though, orders are orders.

I entered my old favorite car only to be greeted by him, shirtless and sweaty. A typical sight of him after his streams. His smell easily enveloped the confines of the car.

"I bought the startup that made me the worlds' alpha. Now they say they have prepped a drug at least 100 times more potent. Ready to watch me ascend fag?"

The swap had happened three weeks ago. They still weren't sure exactly how it happened.

One moment she was herself. The next she was standing in her boyfriend’s body. Suddenly she was tall, heavily muscled, body hair across her chest, with a full beard and a deep voice that still , three weeks later surprised her every time she spoke.

The muscles had been the easiest part to get used to. She liked the way her shoulders now filled doorways, the way her heavy pecs shifted when she moved, the solid weight of the arms and the dense thighs. The chest hair and the beard had taken a few days, but now she found herself running her fingers through both without thinking when she was bored. Even the deeper voice and the extra height felt almost normal now.

It was the cock she still couldn’t get used to.

Every morning she woke up with it already hard. It was heavy and thick between her legs. When she stood up it swung with a weight that still felt foreign. When she was in the shower it took up space, hanging there along with a set of balls just as big. When she sat down it rested against her thigh, causing her to have to spread her leg, she used to get annoyed at her boyfriend ''manspreading', now she understood why he did it.

And every time she looked down, like she was doing right now in the bathroom mirror, she was confronted with the thick bulge straining against her underwear.

She rested one large hand over it, feeling the heat and the solid shape through the fabric, feeling it pulse as it filled with blood. Even soft it was big, filling any underwear she chose to wear. Hard, it was almost intimidating. She gave it a slow squeeze and felt it twitch in response, filling out further under her palm.

A low groan left her throat, no... his throat. It was deep and rough, it was manly.

He still wasn’t used to that sound either.

Three weeks in and the rest of the body felt like his now. The muscle, the hair, the beard, the strength. He'd even started walking differently, now with a cocky swagger that made him own any room he walked into.

Mike was laying in bed one evening, scrolling through some dating app. God everyone around him was a Twink, just like he was. Why was he even on this app? He was a virgin and wouldn’t have any idea what to even do if anyone even messaged him.

He looked down at his skinny, hairless  body and sighed, no matter how hard he tried he could never put on any weight, and his family weren’t exactly known for the hairiness. Looking back at his phone he noticed a notification.

Seems like you’re in an area predominantly made up of people identifying as ‘twink’. Would you like to help us make this area more diverse?

Mike frowned, it seemed like a weird notification, but it couldn’t hurt, and maybe it would allow him to see some more guys. Pressing accept he was expecting the app to do something but noting happened. 

He absentmindedly scratched his large, muscular, hairy chest as he continued scrolling through the large amount of winks at his disposal. He’d almost made his way though all of them, some of them a dozen times. It helped that he was the only non-twink for miles. He snapped a picture of himself, showing of his thick beard and updated his profile picture, within moments his inbox was full of thirsty twinks looking for some fun.

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‘I hope you’re getting your rocks off nerd because when I get free I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.’ Charlie bit off, glancing up and keeping his voice surprisingly even as his best friend Kyle - currently under deep hypnotic control - noisily ate out his ass. Charlie had been hypnotised too, of course, however, he’d been programmed to allow his friend to tongue-fuck his hole even while awake. 

‘Oh yes, Chuckster. Yes, I am. And get away? Really? Hah! I’ve had you two under my thumb for months. If you could’ve broken out of your mind control you would have done so already.’ Mason gloated from his chair nearby, cock out and jerking off leisurely to the sight of the two biggest douchebags on campus reduced to obedient fuck-puppets.

‘Fuck you, faggot! I hate this, and I can’t believe what you’ve got Kyle doing!’ Charlie snapped, even as he bucked his ass back onto Kyle’s face. 

Mason grinned. Despite being a straight guy, the Chuckster really was a bottom-boy at heart.

‘The fact that your cock is drooling onto the mattress would lead me to believe the opposite. But whatever. Let’s switch you out, shall we? Find out what Kyle thinks? Charlie, sleep. Kyle, wake up, but still keep doing what you’re doing.’

‘No, no, no, n-oh…ugh…’ Charlie railed even as his mind tumbled down, his vicious expression becoming dreamy as a vapid grin lit up his features.

‘Oh, yeah bro…eat my hole. Tongue-fuck that fratboy muscle-pussy…’ Charlie moaned as Kyle came out of trance, still with his face glued to his best friend’s ass.

‘Mmm!? Mmph!’ Kyle comically tried to shout as he glanced around and became aware of his situation.

‘Welcome back, Kyle!’ Mason greeted warmly as he rose from his chair and gripped Charlie’s hair so he could pull the fratboy’s face up.

(Original story posted March 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!

My older half brother Dale had always been such an asshole. We grew up together with our dad, the one biological parent we share, and helped him run the family ranch. Dale had always been bigger and stronger than me since we were kids which often led to him picking on me. I’ve always believed it was because our dad ended up marrying my mother while the fling he had with Dale’s mother was nothing more than that. A fling. Due to this I think our parents have always shown me a tad more love even if it wasn’t intentional.

On a level I can understand why Dale would act the way did but that still didn’t make it right. When we were younger he would steal my things, blame accidents around the ranch on me and would even try to beat me up whenever he thought he could get away with it. As you would expect it didn’t get any better when I came out as gay. Our parents were both very loving and accepting of me but Dale was a whole different story. If anything I feel like it only gave him more ammunition to fire at me whenever he got the chance.

Nowadays me and Dale are both in our 20’s. He’s 26 while I’m 23. Over the years I could tell Dale had matured a lot but I still knew that even now he wasn’t a big fan of mine. He likely never would be. By this point though I’d sort of already accepted that he was always going to be my dickhead of an older brother and that there wasn’t a lot I could do to change things. I told myself that I was the bigger person and that his distaste towards me was his problem, not mine. I told myself that I was better than him and that I didn’t need to get any kind of petty revenge. And I genuinely believed that… for a while.

You see, recently I’d accidentally caught Dale cheating on his girlfriend. Naturally I felt obligated to tell her as her and I had sort of become friends over the time she’d been seeing my brother. Of course she was incredibly upset about it but was thankful I’d come to her. She even promised to pay me back for being such a good friend and looking out for her. At the time I was clueless as to what she truly meant by that.

She must’ve broken up with him the same night I told her about the cheating because the next morning Dale wouldn’t stop scowling at me. Then right after breakfast our parents left for a little weekend getaway they’d been planning, leaving Dale and I alone on the ranch. The moment they were out of view however he lifted me up by my shirt and started calling me every name and slur under the Sun.

“Why do you have to shove your skinny little faggot nose into shit that has nothing to do with you huh!? I know it was you that told Christie that bullshit about me being with another girl.” He screamed at me. Suddenly it was just like the old days again when we were teens. Maybe he hadn’t changed as much as I thought. “What I do and who I fuck has nothing to do with a lanky little bitch like you! Got it!?” He spat, his face red with anger in a way I’d never quite seen before. “I guess it’s lucky you turned out to be a fag anyway because there’s no way in hell you’d ever pull any girls!” He continued to insult me, clearly referring to my lean twinkish and slightly feminine physique.

I’ve not been ashamed of who I am or what I looked like for a long time. Between the two of us, my brother clearly took after our burly father the most in the physical department. Tall, large muscles, hairy and a sharp manly face to top it all off. I might’ve been insecure about not having all that when I was younger but I’ve learned to love my slender frame and soft features over the years and have been much happier for it. However, in this moment, a part of me wished for nothing more than to be large and powerful like Dale was. If anything, just so I could at least stand up for myself and didn’t have to feel so weak and helpless next to him. Right now he’d crossed the line and I wanted nothing more than to finally put him in his place.

Dale raised his fist, getting ready to strike me square in the face no doubt. But before he had the chance, the pair of us were engrossed by an unusual light that circled around us. Dale let go of me in shock before stumbling back a little. It was beautiful but terrifying at the same time as neither of us knew what the hell was going on.

We were so encapsulated by the strange aurora of light swirling around us that we hadn’t even noticed the initial transformation it’d begun making to our bodies. It wasn’t until we realised something was off. We both noticed it instantly. For the first time in my life I was perfectly eye level with my brother. Before I’d always been looking up at him as I’d never grown much taller than 5’7. Dale on the other hand had stood just above 6 feet and was even taller than our father. And yet now it seemed as though we were identical in height?! But not for long though as I started to notice myself continuing to grow taller while I watched Dale’s height further diminished somehow!!

Dale was freaking the fuck out by this point while I found myself looking like a 6’1 string bean of a man. On the other hand his reduced height actually made his muscles seem more impressive now that they’d been condensed down onto a smaller frame. Well it did for a moment anyway until those started to diminish as well. “What the fuuuuck!? Noooooo!” He groaned while looking down at himself to see all of his hard earned size slipping away.

I, on the other hand, found myself groaning as well but more so out of shock and surprise as my own muscles began pumping themselves up. Every inch of my body bulged bigger in a delightful display that left my mouth dry at the sight. It felt as though I was somehow siphoning all of Dale’s muscle and adding it to my own frame.

Everything was growing and bulging! My pecs and shoulders, biceps and triceps, back and forearms, and of course my thighs and calves. All exploding with new size and strength I’d never even imagined. Even my ass reshaped itself a little. I already had a decently large and supple ass for my small size before but now it looked more like a thick rounded jock butt. What really surprised me though was my dick. Just like the rest of my body I could feel it growing and bulging in my pants to an absurd degree as it filled out my underwear more than it ever had. My balls getting fatter and my cock growing girthier until I felt as though I was hiding a real monster down there! I could only assume Dale was experiencing the opposite by how he was grabbing his crotch in horror.

By this point I must’ve looked like some kind of smooth pretty boy jock with muscles that tore through my undersized clothes while my brother instead looked like a hairy little otter. But of course it wouldn’t stop there. The two of us hardly had a second to breathe after our previous changes before this power continued on its quest to transfer what was left of Dale's physical masculinity over to me.

An odd prickling sensation broke out across my body as a layer of manly hair coated almost every inch of my form. It spread down my tree trunk leg, across my bulky forearms and even over my bubbly ass. What caught my attention the most however was the pelt of fur that coated my meaty pecs and strong stomach, the likes of which I could never have dreamed of growing before. It was hard to tell under his now baggy clothes but it seemed Dale was now just as smooth as I’d been moments ago.

The final changes set into place with our faces being last on the list. I couldn’t exactly feel it at first and I only realised when I saw Dale’s face starting to look a little rounder and softer. I lifted a hand up to my face to feel that my own jaw had in fact widened and sharpened a little, adorning what I could assume was a more masculine shape. But the icing on the cake was when a fuzzy beard sprouted across my face without warning in a glorious display just as Dale’s beard seemed to vanish… After all that, the strange light disappeared just as fast as it came.

Dale and I were left in complete shock over what had become of us. Naturally I couldn’t help but lift my shirt to feel not only my new abs but the hair that covered them. It was amazing! I was huge and so damn strong now. Everywhere my hands would roam, I could feel thick, powerful muscles that felt incredible to touch and squeeze. I was so lost in worshipping myself that I almost forgot about my brother. That is until he screamed out at me in a noticeably higher pitched voice.

Seeing Dale like this was jarring to say the least. Looking closely at his facial features, I could tell it was still the same man that had been threatening me moments ago. Only now he was a complete twink version of himself! Swamped in his former clothes that had fit him rather snug prior. The exact opposite to my problem. He screamed at me, demanding to know what I’d done but I honestly didn’t have a clue. I could tell he was getting more and more frustrated to the point where he was getting ready to fight me even if I was now twice his size. But before he had the chance, both his pants and underwear fell to knees the moment he let go of them.

I shouldn’t have laughed at what I saw but after how much of an asshole he’d just been, I just couldn’t help it. “I can’t believe you were lecturing me on pulling girls!” I guffawed, relishing in my deeper baritone. “With a tiny dicklet like that I doubt any girl would even be able to feel you inside them!” I taunted while chuckling at the sight of Dale’s new micro dick. It seemed the transfer between our cock sizes had been more potent than anything else. Between my brother's legs was a tiny 1 incher where his above average dick had once been. Even my original dick before all this would’ve put that little nub to shame, not to mention my new and improved one that was currently straining against my ripped trousers and underwear. Speaking of…

I struggled with my trousers for a moment due to how tight they clung to my legs but after a moment or two I was able to whip out my colossal new cock! I was just as amazed as he was by the size of it. It had to be at least around 8 inches and it was still soft!? I smirked and smacked it against my hand a little, loving how thick it was. “I, on the other hand, am gonna be using this monster of mine to fill soooo many hot dudes with cum!” I claimed before cradling my heavier balls a little and imagining all the men that would be drooling for my new cock and body. Just the idea of it was making my dick chub up a little… but I didn’t really wanna get a boner in front of my own brother so I tucked it away again as best I could. Besides I could tell he’d already gotten a good idea as to just how superior I was to him now.

I stared down at Dale. A mix of emotions all seemed to cross his face at once. Part of me did feel bad for him but it was hard to have pity after how horrible he’d been to me across our lives. There was also a tiny part of me that wanted to do the same thing he was planning on doing to me before the phenomenon… but I was better than that. “Look. I don’t know how the fuck this happened to us but if I were to guess I’d say it’s Karma for all the shitty things you’ve done to me and others.” I stated. “I don’t care what did this to us but you know what?…” I flexed one of my biceps joyously. “I think I’m gonna fucking enjoy it.” I didn’t even bother to hide the smug look on my face as I showed off.

I smirked before turning and heading back inside the house to change into some new clothes, leaving Dale to accept the reality that I couldn’t help but think he’d brought upon himself.

———

It’s been two days since then and I’ve adjusted rather nicely to this improved body of mine. I’ll tell you the first time I saw this handsome new mug of mine in a mirror, I started swooning over myself! You better believe me when I say the first thing I did was lock myself in the bathroom and bust the fattest load of my life with this giant new dick to my own reflection! It was fucking incredible. Can you blame me though? I’ve literally turned into the exact kind of man I would have dreams about and wake up leaking precum. I’m gorgeous!

Of course I’ve managed to keep a level enough head to keep up with my jobs around the ranch. In fact I’ve been completing them with even more efficiency than before which has given me plenty of time to go about the town nearby and hook up with some men at the clubs. And the best part is that I get to do it all wearing my brothers clothes since my old ones of course don’t fit anymore. Fuuck the amount of guys I’ve had screaming my name and telling me how huge my cock is as I bust inside them over these last couple days… It's been one of the best experiences of my life! I never thought I was capable of being such a dominant top but here we are.

Now I’m watching Dale struggle with his usual jobs around the ranch, clearly not used to how puny and weak he is now. I’m stood just outside the house wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of his boots and overalls. Maybe I’m being a little mean taunting him like this but I can’t help it! Almost every time he looks over I can’t stop myself from grabbing my crotch just to remind him which one of us now has the vastly superior manhood.

He’s still been going on and on about finding out how this all happened and at first I was just as clueless as him. That is until yesterday afternoon however when Dale’s now ex girlfriend had texted to ask if we could meet up. I tried to decline initially for obvious reasons until she revealed that she knew all about the crazy shit that's gone down! Long story short I agreed to see her and she explained everything to me. Telling me that she was actually a descendant of a long line of witches and that all this had been her doing. She’d wanted to punish Dale for cheating on her but she didn’t want to harm him. So instead she decided to take away the one thing he’d always prided himself on. His manliness! And considering his history with me, she decided giving all that drained masculinity to me instead would be the perfect payback. And I couldn’t have agreed more!

(Original story posted February 11th 2024) Minor edits and corrections

“What’s wrong? You agreed to this, remember?” Kent remarked, trying to hide his budding smirk behind his handsome new bearish face.

“What?!” Warren shrieked in a high pitched voice, much unlike the deep baritone he was used to hearing. “I agreed to have some fun! I didn’t agree to… to THIS!” His voice cracked with a mix of anger and fear as he gestured down at the skinny twinkish body that’d been thrust upon him. A far cry from the huge manly body Kent had stolen from him.

“This is fun.” Kent replied. “For me anyway.” He couldn’t hold back that giddy look on his face any longer as he glared down at his stolen body with wonder. Seeing a forest of dark chest hair covering his huge pecs. It filled him with a strong sense of pride. Almost as strong as his giant new biceps which he couldn’t help giving a quick flex. He just adored how they bulged with strength. “Fuuuuck yeahh…” He groaned in his newly deep and commanding voice before reaching his hands up towards his chest. “Mmmmphff… I should’ve done this years ago!” He groped and squeezed at his heavy new pecs with a lustful grin while his former body looked on in horror.

“But I… you… you can’t! T-that’s mine!” Warren shouted, flustered at the sight before him. The hunky body he’d owned mere moments ago checking itself out right in front of his eyes. He could still hardly wrap his head around it.

“Not anymore you little bitch. This hairy, beefy, sweaty body belongs to me now. Period.” Kent stated, using the power of his commanding new voice. “These huge juicy arms…” he brought each one of them close enough so that he could kiss both biceps with his bearded lips. “These thick trunks you called legs…” He gave each thigh a quick smack, watching the muscle wobble slightly. “These enormous furry pecs…” He proceeded to effortlessly bounce his pecs, looking down with devilish glee as the hairy muscle obeyed him. “And of course this fat raging cock!” Kent’s hand swiftly sank towards his crotch where he gave the dick shaped bulge in his underwear a hearty shake.

“Uffff… fuck I’ve never had one this big before.” He commented as his newly acquired appendage only continued to grow and fatten as he got hornier. “It’s gotta be at least twice the length of the last dick I had. And definitely girthier.” Kent slipped his finger under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them open so he could get a proper look at his new equipment. “Mmmmmm… daddy dick…” he mumbled. “All mine.”

———

About an hour prior Warren had been sitting inside his local gay bar. He went there at least once a week. He was a big man to say the least. Massive muscles bulging from his neck all the way down to his calves and covered with a modest layer of soft fat that resulted in a thick imposing physique. A body that never ceased to stretch whatever clothes attempted to contain its mass. And to top it all off he was covered in manly fur that was most prominent on his chest and belly. All that combined with his sharp masculine face and beard made him the prime example of a muscle bear. The type that could have anyone on their knees and calling him daddy with a snap of his fingers. And he knew it.

Most nights when he went to the bar he’d end up taking someone home with him. Sometimes he’d take other bears like himself for a good flip fuck and other times he’d take twinks for him to dominate instead. Tonight was the latter as a small hairless man who introduced himself as Kent began flirting with him. They talked for a while, clearly eyeing each other up in the process, and before long Warren had one of his beefy arms slung around the twink’s shoulder as he guided the youthful looking man out of the bar and towards his place.

As soon as they were in the door, they began kissing and ripping off their clothes. Kent finally got a good look at the gigantic hairy body Warren had, not so effectively, been hiding. Soon enough Warren was picking Kent up as if he weighed nothing at all before carrying the twink towards the bedroom. But, as soon as Warren sat down on the bed with Kent on his lap, the impossible happened.

Kent’s eyes began to glow a hauntingly deep shade of red while staring directly into Warren’s eyes. The bearish man found himself unable to look away. As if he were ensnared by Kent’s gaze. He tried to move but his body wouldn’t respond. It was then that the world around him began to grow fuzzy. Everything around him was spinning and fading as his very being seemed weightless for a moment. Only for reality to come crashing back down moments later. His senses kicking right back in only now he felt much smaller and lighter than before. And as his vision started to return, the reason as to why became clear. No longer was he looking across at the face of the twinkish man he’d picked up from the bar. Rather he was looking at his own bearded face grinning maliciously back at him!

———

“H-how? How did you do this!?” Warren shouted, demanding an answer from the man who’d just stolen his body.

Kent looked up at him, still groping his new and improved cock. “I’m a Leaper.” He stated blankly.

“A… what?”

“A Leaper.” Kent repeated. “It means I can hop from body to body as I please.” He added while giving his new beard a curious scratch, enjoying the feeling of his newfound facial fur.

Warren looked on in disbelief. “But that’s not-”

“Possible?” Kent scoffed as he finished the other man’s sentence. “I think the evidence speaks for itself.” He said while standing up from the bed and gesturing down at his thick muscle bear body while his new dick strained aggressively against his underwear.

Warren couldn’t help eyeing up the bulge he used to own. Hell, he couldn’t help eyeing up every inch of his former body as this thief paraded it around. He’d always believed he was an attractive man but seeing it from the outside was something else entirely. And not only that but seeing his old body tower over him. Why was it making him so… horny.

“I’ve been jumping from body to body ever since I was 20 year old.” Kent began. “I always found the feeling of taking over another person's life to be exhilarating. But honestly I only ever went for guys like me. My original body was skinny and hairless so for the longest time I’ve only ever swapped with dudes who were just as twinky as my original body was. I thought jumping into anything different would be… uncomfortable and strange. It’s hard to explain.” Kent looked down at his giant new body again before stealing a glance at his new reflection in a mirror across the room. “But you proved me hella fucking wrong!” He exclaimed with a grin.

With a giddy smile, Kent couldn’t help bouncing his pecs again. He never imagined being able to bounce a big pair of muscle tits could be so fun. Or so erotic. “I just thought that since I’m always getting fucked by big hairy daddies that it might be interesting to try leaping into one for once. And fuck was I right!” He groaned while giving his nipples a strong pinch. “I feel so powerful! So manly! So…” Kent took a deep inhale through his nose, absorbing the scent of his new body. Allowing his nose to drift towards one of his armpits as he rose an arm up to expose the sweaty pit. The strong musky scent permeated his nostrils in a way that made Kent’s new cock jump. “Soooo fuckin smelly!” He finished.

“Get over here! Fuckin smell it!” He shouted at Warren. “I know you want to, you little bitch! Smell your former scent!”

Before Warren even had a chance to respond, Kent grabbed the back of his head and stuffed it into the sweaty armpit. Warren didn’t have a choice. He did as the body snatcher told and took an unwilling sniff of the pits he used to own. And it was… heavenly!

“There you go…” Kent smirked.

Warren couldn’t explain why but he quickly found himself digging his nose deeper into the pit. Greedily snorting up the musky aroma he used to exude. The manly scent was so addictive and overpowering. So much so that he found his new tiny dick starting to leak precum…

Seeing this, Kent pulled Warren out of his armpit with a triumphant look. “See? This isn’t so bad is it? Now you finally get a chance to worship the body you put so much hard work into creating.” He stepped backwards a little before sitting himself back down on the bed. “All this huge hairy muscle. Just waiting to be touched and admired by you.”

Warren didn’t need to answer. The look on his face said it all. As much as he still wanted to be angry right now, he couldn’t help being turned on like hell.

“B-but if I do everything you ask then… will you give my body back?”

Kent laid back on the bed, sprawling out his mass and loving how much area his new body took up. “Hell no!” He cackled. “Now I know what it feels like to be huge and hairy, I plan on keeping this daddy bear body of yours for a good few years minimum! And when I eventually do leap again there’s no way in hell I’m going back to a body like that. When the day comes I’ll be jumping into another hot daddy! And another one after that!” Kent watched as the realisation of the situation hit Warren like a ton of bricks. “Sorry my man. I can’t thank you enough for the body but you’re never getting it back. You’re just gonna have to get used to being a skinny ass twink.”

Warren couldn’t believe it. In just a moment his body had been stolen from him like it was nothing. And now, assuming he stuck around, he’d have to watch this imposter use his former body however he saw fit. And once he got bored of it, Kent would just leap again. Inevitably leaving some other random man stuck in his body and parading it around instead. “But-” Warren began but he was sharply cut off.

“But nothing! I’m Warren Knox now!” Kent’s voice rumbled through the house, shortly followed by him kicking off his underwear and freeing his fat new cock at last. “Now get on this bed and worship your huge fuckin daddy.” He added, his voice much calmer this time as he grinned stupidly while giving his enormous biceps another flex to entice the red faced twink.

“Yes sir…” Warren submitted, knowing there was no other option for him. Conceding at last to crawling onto the bed and on top of his former body. Now getting a true scope for just how massive it looked from inside the skinny twink body he now found himself in.

“Gooooood.” Kent grumbled as Warren began to rub and worship his biceps like the good little bitch he was now. “Once you’re done worshiping my muscles and licking daddy’s pits clean, I might let you take a ride on this cock. IF you’re lucky. You’d like that wouldn’t you. Getting your hole stretched by the cock you used to call your own. Getting filled with your own load. my load.” He mocked.

Warren could hardly even answer. He knew he should be fighting against this. Trying to force a solution out of this body snatcher. To find any possible way he could to take his body back. And yet he only found himself able to nod in agreement to what Kent was saying.

This is gonna be a new series of stories! If you’re interested in the prologue then be sure to check out each part as they release!

Read Sam’s Story here! Read Harvey’s Story here! More coming soon…

For decades the concept of a so-called “Opposite Day” has existed. To most it was nothing more than a joke. A day with no particular relevance. No place on the calendar. Not even a set date. It was simply something people would do for fun. Perhaps they would say the opposite of what they really mean. Yes means no and no means yes. Perhaps they would go about their day in a way that was rather outside the norm. Regardless, the idea of Opposite Day was thought of as nothing more than a joke. That was until the year 2000.

New years came and went and it was one the most celebrated new years in recent history. It was a new millennium after all. People all across the globe drank and partied through the night as each timezone rolled past midnight. Of course nobody could’ve known that this was the year that would change everything about how the world worked.

It all started on the last day of June with a strange astronomical event. Some kind of comet from outer space had managed to approach Earth almost completely undetected until it was mere hours away from reaching the planet. It was a wonder how it’d evaded the eyes of astrophysicists. Especially with the way it shimmered like a sparkling green star. As such nobody was prepared when the skies lit up the angelic glow of the comet when it appeared to pass very close to the Earth.

Except… it didn’t just pass. Instead of flying back off into space, the comet began to orbit around the earth. It shouldn’t have been possible with how large and fast it was yet it was undeniable. This glittering comet was doing circles around the earth for at least a couple hours at high speed before finally shooting off again into the deep reaches of space, but not before leaving something behind that would stump scientists to this day. A magical enchantment that would fall upon every mature intelligent being on the planet. An enchantment that would change humanity forever.

The day after was July 1st 2000, the day where Earth was thrown into complete and utter chaos as the magic left behind by the comet activated for the first time. Across the globe Men and Women alike were sent into a frenzy as their bodies began to morph against their will. Changing shape, altering their features, making them bigger or smaller. There didn’t seem to be any pattern to it at first. Some people transformed into a different race. Others switched genders. Some people got fatter. Others got more muscular. The sudden changes seemed to vary from person to person. But it wasn’t just physical features that changed, it was mental ones too. Some people who had once been so confident were now shy and timid. A few who’d once been dirty minded perverts became nothing but respectful. To say it was disorienting for everyone would be an understatement.

The only constant was that only people who seemed to be in their mid twenties or older were affected by this phenomenon. Years down the line this would be firmly researched and linked to the frontal lobe being fully developed. But for that first day nobody had a clue.

For most people it was only one physical trait and one mental trait that had changed. For example, a Black man might have switched races to become East Asian but everything else about his body such as height and weight etc would remain the same. And say if his happy outgoing nature was replaced by a more reserved and withdrawn attitude, the rest of his personality would still remain intact. Of course there were some exceptions where a certain change might have a knock on effect. The biggest example of that being gender swaps that would more often than not result in massive changes to height and weight as well as how the brain works in some instances.

But outside of those few exceptions, the person would only change in one major way for each category.

That one day was nothing short of lunacy. The majority of people were freaking out over having their identities twisted against their will. Some body builders had shrunk down to the size of a twink or even had their muscle converted into fat. Some guys who’d once been smooth and hairless were now covered in thick body hair with even thicker beards.

And you can only imagine the terror and outrage coming from the misogynistic men out there who just so happened to have been transformed into women. Switching gender was already an overwhelming change for anyone, let alone dudes like that.

However there were almost as many people who were thrilled about the change. Many had gained muscle instead of losing it. Lots admitted they actually preferred the way they looked as a different race. Some guys had been lucky enough to have their undersized dicks transform into huge meaty cocks. But that didn’t make it any less chaotic.

Amongst all the insane and impossible transformations however, there was one thing that never changed. Age. Nobody got younger and nobody got older. It didn’t matter if you were 27 or 78 years old, you stayed that way. It seemed to be the one line this magical enchantment wouldn’t cross.

Thankfully said chaos would only last a day. Exactly 24 hours, the population would begin to transform yet again. Only this time they returned to how they once were. Bodies and minds went back to normal as if nothing had happened. Of course there was still unrest with everything that’d happened in those 24 hours. It was understandable seeing as so many had experienced things they never thought they would. Being forced to see the world through a different lens in one way or another was bound to shake someone up.

Needless to say it took a few days for the world to recover. But as the weeks rolled on, life gradually made its way back to some semblance of normal. That day remained on everyone’s minds though. It’d been dubbed by the masses as “Opposite Day” and it was a constant talking point across social media, tv and radio alike. People would endlessly voice their experiences and try to explain how the hell it all happened. Most would conclude the comet had something to do with it but nobody could give a rational explanation as to what it’d done. Only that it was too much of a coincidence.

And so a year passed. It was 2001 and talk about Opposite Day had died down over the many months since it’s happening. It was only as the anniversary approached that it began to top the headlines once again. All through the month of June, Opposite Day was on everyone’s minds and mouths. Mostly because a staggering amount of people suspected that it was going to happen again. They were seen as conspiracy theorists but in the end… they were right.

The sun rose on July 1st and it all started again. Just like last year, transformations were happening everywhere you looked all over Earth. This time around, some people experienced the same transformation as they did the prior year while the majority experienced different changes instead. And once again nobody knew how it was happening or why so many were going through totally different transformations. As expected there was wide spread panic yet again though not nearly as chaotic as the first time.

Lots were worried (and a few were hopeful) that this time it might be permanent but alas the day soon passed and when it did everyone reverted back again.

And so with the second coming of Opposite Day, July 1st would cement itself as a yearly event for the whole world.

In hindsight it's humorous to think that after only the second instance of Opposite Day, the people of Earth thought they knew the ins and outs of it all. They believed they knew everything there was to know about the curse/blessing that the comet had seemingly brought. It simply changed us all randomly right? Perhaps as some lesson from the universe to understand one another better. That’s how it appeared after all. But as they would find the following year, they’d only just scratched the surface.

The second anniversary in 2002 would be the third time that mature men and women from all backgrounds would be transformed whether they liked it or not. At first this appeared to be just like the previous years. They all morphed in a pattern that seemed random. Genders flipped, races swapped and personalities twisted. At first the biggest difference was that most businesses around the globe had prepared for it and had already planned ahead of time to close up on July 1st. The plan was to resume business as usual the following day when everything returned to normal. Except this time… not everything did. Or rather not everyone.

Come July 2nd of 2002, around 98% of the world's population transformed back into their original selves. However a staggering 2% didn’t change back. They remained transformed. Now 2% may not sound like a lot but that was approximately 125 million people who didn’t return to their old bodies and/or mindsets once Opposite Day had passed! If that didn’t cause a shitstorm of hysteria then nothing would’ve.

In the following days, the world collectively lost its mind. Theories and speculation were tossed around left, right and centre as to why so many people had remained altered. Surprisingly though, an answer would soon come to light. As it turned out every single person who didn’t change back had actually undergone the exact same transformation across all three Opposite Days so far. Nobody knew why exactly this was the case but the theory was confirmed via every permanently transformed person who was interviewed.

And just like that a new rule had been set. Not only was everyone subject to a transformation once a year but if you so happened to experience the same transformation three times in a row, you were stuck that way. However that didn’t mean these people were exempt the following year. When the third anniversary arrived in 2003, even those who’d been stuck in a new form for the past year were changed again for the day before reverting back to what was now considered their new normal.

Now to reframe from anymore repetition, let’s skip ahead to the present day of 2026. The 26th anniversary of the first Opposite Day is approaching and over the last couple decades, much more has been learned.

The biggest breakthrough was that people have now learned how to control their transformations. It can’t be stopped, but specific changes can be chosen. It all came down to desire. After seemingly endless amounts of interviews, surveys and research, a significant connection was made between the transformations people were experiencing and the things they wished to change about themselves. Sometimes it was as simple as morbid curiosity over how it might feel to experience life as the opposite gender. Sometimes it was something about themselves that they hated and wished they could alter. And in a lot of cases the transformations people experienced were closely linked to sexual fantasies they may have. For example a Japanese man who’d always had a fetish for White American men found himself continuously changing races to become exactly that. Three years later, he’s a Caucasian man for good.

A large part of this discovery was actually made thanks to the transgender community. Almost every single trans info found themselves undergoing a transformation that allowed them to align with the gender they identified with. It was far too massive of a coincidence to ignore.

So nowadays most people spent the month of June visualising the change they wanted to see in themselves. Telling themselves over and over exactly what they wanted so that when the magic returned it would latch onto that desire. And it worked. If you wanted to get really buff or skinny then all you had to do was want it badly enough. Same went for every other change. Physical or mental. And if you were consistent and patient then after three years, you could keep it for good.

We’ve also learned that multiple transformations can be made permanent. For example if you spent three years changing your personality to become more confident and masculine, you could then spend the next three years increasing your intelligence and it wouldn’t erase the new personality you’d built in previously. Or in terms of physical changes you could spend three years making yourself taller and then three years changing your race. After six years you would still be tall and you’d be a different race!

In addition changes that were made permanent can be overwritten if they directly clash with a new permanent change. For example if somebody spent three years making themselves fat, it would be permanent. However if they then spent the next three years making themselves buff, the fat would be overwritten by the newly permanent buff body they’d gained.

Despite all the panic this phenomenon had caused in the early years, it’d actually helped society in a lot of ways over time. It had allowed for people to see and understand new perspectives they never would’ve been able to comprehend otherwise. Notable accounts of racism and sexism had declined rather significantly alongside homophobia and transphobia. Of course there were problems too. ID’s for example were a nightmare as one could probably imagine. But the challenges were being navigated.

Looking back it now made sense why changing your age seemed to be off limits. If a change like that became permanent after three years, then people could just start making themselves immortal and we all know that wouldn’t end well.

But with all that out of the way, it’s about time we take a look at some of the stories of people who’ve been changed by the magic of Opposite Day over the years.

(Original story posted April 2nd 2023) This story has been Updated!

Birthday Present for @tf-lover

This was the third time James had seen that guy here at the gym. A young muscular hunk who’s name was Devin from what he’d overheard. Just glancing at the man was driving him crazy. That thick jock build and those handsome biracial features could squeeze their way into anyone’s wet dream. Not to mention a bulge that even the baggiest of sweatpants struggled to hide. The lust stirring up inside James was driving his own dick crazy! But that lust didn’t exactly come from a desire to have sex or be lovers with this guy. After all, he already had an amazing boyfriend who meant the world to him. No. This lust came from a place of… jealousy? It was sort of hard for him to explain.

In short James had been going to the gym consistently for almost a year now. 10 months to be exact. Following all the exercise routines, sticking to it most days, eating a bunch of healthy stuff. Pretty much everything those social media fitness guru’s tell you to do online. And yet he hasn’t seen a whole lot of improvement yet. Sure he’s definitely put on a bit of muscle and his shoulders look a little wider than they used to but at this point he was just getting impatient. He wanted to look huge! Buff! Stacked with muscle! And that’s exactly what Devin was. He had the exact body James had been dreaming of for years. That’s where this jealous lust was arising from.

Would it be wrong to use his special power on this man? He’d always held off using them throughout most of his life due to his own morals. Even with the few times he did use them, he never went the full mile and ended up undoing everything shortly after. Nowadays the only person that really knew about his special power was his boyfriend Luke. They’d use it on the odd occasion to spice up their sex and dating life a little but not too much beyond that. Now though? James was just itching to use his abilities on the hunky Devin.

He battled with his urges the entire way through his workout but he just couldn’t get the idea out of his head. How good it would feel. How hot it would be. And how much Luke would likely enjoy it as well. Every time he tried to talk himself out of it he found himself glancing over at Devin again and only wanting to use his powers even more! He tried to ignore him and continue working out but when he saw the hunk heading towards the locker room all glistening and pumped, James just couldn’t help himself. Soon he found himself following behind Devin as inconspicuously as he could.

He slowed his roll a little so as not to be caught but was soon peeking his head around the lockers rather cartoonishly, not being able to help spying a little. He was just in time to see an already shirtless Devin pulling off his shorts to reveal a very well fitted pair of black briefs that showed off the curve of his sculpted ass perfectly. Not to mention the mouthwatering bulge in front. Unfortunately for James, Devin turned away when he slid off his underwear. That didn’t stop the smaller envious man from admiring the large expanse of Devin’s back however as he stood in all his naked jock glory for a few brief moments before wrapping a towel around his waist. After that Devin packed his clothes into his locker, closed it up with the key on his wrist band, and headed off towards the showers.

Naturally it was tempting for James to follow Devin in the hopes of getting a glimpse at the weapon that’d been responsible for that delicious looking bulge. But if he was really gonna go through with this plan then he’d need all the time he could get. After another quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, James whipped out a couple of lock picks and went to work on Devin’s locker. His heart almost pounding out of his chest as he twiddled the pick, flinching anytime he heard the slightest sound around him. He was only able to let out a sigh of relief once he heard a familiar click.

James swung open the locker door and was soon hit by a mix of deodorant mixed with fresh sweat and a hint of protein powder. Though he probably should’ve expected that from the locker of a gym rat like Devin. The recently worn briefs sat atop of the pile so naturally they were the first thing he grabbed. He knew that he only needed one article of clothing for his special power to work but he just couldn’t help himself. James ended up grabbing pretty much everything Devin had just been wearing. His shoes, socks, black shorts and even his tank top. And though he wasn’t all that into musky scents, James had to admit that Devin’s wasn’t that bad.

His first instinct was to stuff all of it in his bag, leave the gym discreetly and head straight home before doing his thing… but he just didn’t want to wait! He knew it’d be risky to do it right here and now but the thrill of it was too exciting to resist. Thankfully it was that time of day where not many people were around so the coast was clear.

Soon enough James found himself tossing off his own clothes until he stood buck naked and eying up the pile of Devin’s clothes. He mulled it over one last time but his desires were too strong to ignore. Besides he was sure Luke would love the outcome anyways so there was no need to wait right? With a giddy smile he stepped into the briefs before pulling them up his legs. Naturally they were much too big for him but thankfully the waistband snapped back just enough to hold them up. Even the pouch was stretched far more than James’s cock could ever fill out. Well… current cock anyway. Regardless, James proceeded to tug on the black athletic socks before sliding his feet into the large shoes that were still warm from when Devin had been wearing them. Finally he yanked the hunk’s shorts up to his waist, barely staying in place, before pulling the tank top over his head. He felt like he was playing dress up but not for much longer.

James closed his eyes and began to picture Devin in his mind. Every delicious curve and bulge of muscle. That handsome award winning smile. His strong masculine physique built from years of hard work. The form he so desperately desired. When James finally opened his eyes again they sparkled with a bright golden glow for only a split second. Only then did his powers finally get to work.

It took a moment to kick in but that was normal. The first sign began to show itself soon enough however as dark splotches began to spread across James’ skin. He’d always been a rather fair skinned white dude so the shift in tone was quite noticeable. The darker colour spread down his arms and legs, covering his hands and feet while equally moving over his chest and stomach. Almost as if someone had taken a colour dropping tool to his body. By the time he felt the last of his pale skin being eliminated, James was ecstatic! Something about this new rich almond tone just resonated with him in a way he could hardly explain. It just felt right.

Just then a vaguely familiar pulse arose from within each and every muscle fibre. “Aarrnngg—yeahhh… here it comes!” James groaned to himself as the next stage began. With every pulse his body began to swell. Or more specifically his muscles did. He leaned on the lockers ahead, gripping them tightly as his arms grew. “Fuck! Luke is gonna love it when I pick him up with these huge beefy arms…” Biceps bulging bigger with a new and unfamiliar kind of strength. The kind he’d been yearning for ever since he started lifting. His forearms swiftly grew to match moments before his hands cracked a little before enlarging. “And then use these massive—Uurhn—fucking legs to carry him to the bedroom!” Right in cue, James’ legs ballooned thicker by the second until he was forced to spread them further apart. His calves jiggled slightly with new size as his hams and quads settled at near tree trunk size. Needless to say his shorts no longer looked so loose and baggy. Along with all that his feet increased a fair few sizes just as his hands did, filling out those large shoes in no time. “After that I’m gonna toss him on the bed so he can worship my GIANT FUCKIN PECS!” His chest began to swell forwards at a rapid rate. Where James was once flat as a board now grew a modest pair of pecs that only continued to heave before bulging even larger. Bubbling bigger with each moan that escaped his lips. Refusing to stop until he adorned a huge pair of muscle tits! Both of them tipped with dark sensitive nipples that strained against his new tank top. “And once I’m—Nngghh—satisfied… I’ll shove that adorable face of his into my huge jock ass…” His previously small butt jiggled behind him as it thickened into a firm bubble ass. One fitting of a young football jock. “Before shoving my FAT COCK down his throat!” James’ dick began twitching uncontrollably within the confines of his stolen underwear. Flopping and pulsing as it swiftly began filling out the pouch. Blooming with size as it grew longer and much thicker than any average man. So much so that the size of his new monster, even while soft, would’ve put his former cock to shame. But of course it didn’t stop there with his balls feeling as though they were being pumped to the brim. Bloating into a hefty cum factory that weighed down the pouch in James’ briefs even further.

Throughout all this James had somehow managed to tune out the panicked screams that’d been coming from the showers as this was all going on. Far too distracted by his inflating muscles and darkening skin. That was until a much skinner and paler skinned version of Devin came rushing back into the locker room as fast as he could. Horrified to see James not only wearing his clothes but hulking out in them!

“W-w-what that fuck is happening!?” Devin shouted hysterically.

James more or less ignored the other man, more focused on rolling his shoulders and back a little, enjoying feeling their wondrous new size with a smirk. At last all of that gorgeous muscle was his to show off as he pleased! “Yesssss… this is what I’ve been craving.” He mumbled while flexing gently and imagining all that stuff he’d be doing to his boyfriend later tonight. Only then did he glance over at the other man once again.

“But I want the whole package.” James added before sauntering over to Devin with newfound confidence. Before the reduced man could protest, James crashed their lips together in an aggressive kiss that for some reason Devin just couldn’t bear to pull away from no matter how hard he tried. As such he was none the wiser as the next stage of the transformation began but James knew exactly what was coming. It started with an indescribable buzzing sensation that rippled across their heads. The bones in their faces remoulding painlessly in a way that made kissing awkward for a moment until it settled leaving James with a hunky square jawline while Devin’s face was left much softer. James’ eyes shifted position slightly before turning a deep hazel, his nose broadening while flaring a little and his lips plumped up quite considerably. Even his hair retracted until he had a fade on the sides and back. What was left curled and tightened into fuzzy texture. James’ hair even darkened from a soft brown to deep black just as a short beard sprouted across his face.

The two pulled away the second the buzzing faded away. When they did, Devin couldn’t believe his eyes. It was like looking into a mirror! Somehow the man staring back at him had his own cocky jock face! If he wasn’t so stunned he probably would’ve screamed.

“Mmmm yeah this is a massive improvement.” The body snatcher claimed, pleased by the sound of his new voice, as he brought his hands up to face to explore his new features. Running his hands through his hair, tracing his fingers along his sharp bearded chin and thicker lips. God it was euphoric! These black genetics had mixed so flawlessly with the white ones that they created this sexy mixed race hunk of a body that was nothing short of perfect. And now it all belonged to James! There was just one last thing…

Another sly smirk crept across James’ stolen face upon noticing Devin’s tattoos, the very last thing that could identify him as who he was, had begun to fade away. The ink slowly vanished from his left arm, right leg and torso much to the former hunks dismay. And naturally as this happened the very same tattoos began swirling back into existence on James’ body, perfectly in place.

“What d-did you—How did th—How do you look lik—WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” Devin panicked. In his defence who the hell wouldn’t. There was a part of him that wanted to lunge at this imposter that’d just stolen his body but the idea of attacking himself(?) just seemed way too jarring…

“Look. The what’s and how’s don’t really matter. Even if I did try to explain it, you probably wouldn’t understand. Hell, even I don’t fully understand it.” He joked while running a hand down his torso, feeling the strong abs hidden underneath what was effectively now his tank top. “All you need to know is that I’ve commandeered your body and identity for the foreseeable future. My original plan was for it to be a temporary thing but now that I’m really experiencing it… I’m not so sure anymore.” He continued before groping his bulge through his now much tighter and well fitting shorts.

“W-What!? Why me!?” Devin retorted, both angry and confused.

James raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious. You’re a fucking hunk. And now that I’m you, I’M a fucking hunk!” He brought his arms up into a quick flex. “Ever since I first saw you at this gym, I’ve been envious. You were everything I ever wanted to be. And now that I have all this…” He gestured down at himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable in my own skin. It’s as if this was the reason I was born with these powers to begin with. To take the body I was always supposed to have. This one.”

“But what about me?! It’s still my body!! You can’t just take it!… You just can’t…” The smaller man whined but to no avail once again.

“Sorry bro but that’s just the way it is. This is my bod now and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” James shrugged as every second he spent in this form made him all that much more certain he didn’t want to go back. He was already falling in love with the feeling of all this muscle mass under his control. Even just the jockish voice was giving him a stiffy already. “Look, my old clothes are over there.” He nodded towards the discarded pile on the floor nearby. “Feel free to get dressed and head back to wherever you live. From my experience only people that have been affected by my powers in some way are aware of the changes they make. So when your family and friends see you they won’t think anything different. To them you’ll have always been a skinny little white guy. So there's nothing to worry about.” James added with a smug look before pulling his phone out of his gym bag. He wandered over to a nearby mirror before pulling down his shorts, revealing his hefty bulge, and hoisting up his tank top a little. Seconds later he was using his phone to snap a few incredible pics.

“H-hey! Who’re you sending that to??” Devin questioned, watching James tap away on his phone for a second after tugging his shorts back up.

“Just showing my boyfriend what he has to look forward to tonight. I’ve used my powers on him a couple times so he’ll know what’s up. He’s fairly immune to the reality warping effects by now.” James stated before sending off the rather flattering photo. “Anyway I’d better head home. No doubt my boyfriend is gonna want to pounce on me when he sees all this. Hence I wanna have enough time to get familiar with my new body before he gets home. You should probably do the same bro. After all, I’m not so sure I can see myself giving any of this back. This body just feels like home.” He teased before grabbing his stuff and turning to leave.

But as he did, James glanced over his shoulder one last time at Devin who was still processing everything by the looks of it. He simply smiled before hooking his thumbs down the back of his shorts and underwear, yanking them down just enough to reveal the same thick bubbly muscle ass Devin had owned moments ago. “Hey I know it’s tough but, if I can convince Luke into having a threesome, I’d be happy to let you taste my body sometime. If you’re lucky I might even let you stick that little white prick of yours into my ass.” James snickered, giving his butt a little shake before pulling his shorts back up and leaving Devin all alone to come to terms with his new body.

———

The next morning, James was delighted to wake up for the first time in his new jock-like body. Feeling his monstrous new morning wood under the covers, stretching his underwear to the limit, causing a smile to spread across his face. Luke was still asleep next to him. No wonder really. He must’ve been exhausted after last night’s seemingly endless fuck session. Just thinking about it was making James so damn horny again.

Last night, Luke had just gotten home from work after making up an excuse to leave early. No doubt due to that pic James had texted him. He’d arrived just in time to find his boyfriend now completely nude and worshipping himself with the biggest hard on Luke had ever seen. He was surprised for sure. Surprised that James actually set his morals aside for once to take a body he wanted. A body that he deserved. And lord did he make a good choice.

It wasn’t long before they were both ripping off Luke’s clothes so they could get straight down to business. Their lips hardly parted for even a second once they made contact. During which James had slowly worked his hands down Luke’s back before giving his ass a good squeeze. Then, before either of them knew it, James had pulled his now much smaller boyfriend up into his arms just as he’d envisioned doing, prompting a surprised chuckle from Luke. The new hunk walked the two of them to the bedroom while his thick dark cock bucked excitedly, teasing the cleft of Luke’s ass.

Next thing you know, the couple are lying in bed sucking each other off. James had no problem taking all of Luke’s dick thanks to his new body not having much of a gag reflex. Luke on the other hand could be heard spluttering and choking around James’ girthy length as he struggled to take even half of his jockified boyfriend’s monster cock. This of course only further prompted James to buck his hips, gently throat fucking Luke who clearly wasn’t used to sucking something so… XXL.

As the night went on Luke was more than happy to worship James’ muscular new physique while commenting numerous times about how much he loved the new bubbly jock butt. However the moment Luke started talking about fucking it, James stopped him. “Sorry bro but your dick ain’t getting anywhere near my ass.” he’d whispered gently while grabbing Luke and using his newfound strength to flip the other man onto his stomach so that his supple ass was on display. “Surely you didn’t think I was gonna let you fuck me? Things have changed. I’m bigger than you. I’m stronger than you.” He leaned in nice and close before continuing. “Your cock is barely half the size of mine. In what universe do you think you’d still be worthy of fucking a real man like me?” James had growled as a new air of dominance and masculinity settled over him. Perhaps it was all the testosterone that his fatter balls were pumping around now which was going to his head a little. Whatever the case, Luke tried to argue for a moment but gave in as soon as he felt James’ fat dick rubbing between his ass cheeks. Plus he was getting weirdly turned on by his boyfriend’s dominant new attitude. “I’m the breeder in this relationship now. Got it?”

What followed was hours of relentless fucking. It started slow as Luke struggled to take all of James inside of him but eventually his hole started to adjust somewhat. As it did James gradually started to kick up his game. Slowly working his way up until he was burying himself to the hilt with every thrust while his balls smacked heavily against his boyfriend’s ass. They were constantly switching positions and to begin with Luke tried to hide how much he was starting to enjoy having his tight hole stuffed with cock. After all he’d always considered himself more of a top. But eventually he just gave in and started moaning like a proper slut.

By the time they were finished Luke had already sprayed cum all over himself and the bed sheets before James let out a roar at last. Blowing a load so massive that his seed began to spill out of Luke’s ass around James’ dick before he even had a chance to pull out. To say Luke had been bred would be an understatement.

And now, even after all that, James was still waking up the next day with morning wood. He dove a hand into the briefs, gripping his cock a little before fondling his balls. “Mmmm sorry Devin but there is no way you deserved all this. It’s definitely in better hands now…” He smirked before rolling over onto his side and facing the sleeping man next to him. He shuffled a little closer until he was rubbing his giant boner against Luke’s backside while wrapping his arms around the other man to pull him closer.

“Nnnghh… Noooo… My ass is still sore from last night… I swear I can still feel some of your cum inside me…” Luke mumbled upon waking. “Go jerk off in front of the mirror or something until I’ve recovered…” He half joked while nudging his hunky new jock boyfriend away.

James laughed before pulling off the covers and jumping out of bed, pretty much doing exactly what Luke had suggested. Sauntering up to the large bedroom mirror and checking himself out. “Fuuuuck I look like such a bro now. A proper jock stud who’s hung as fuck.” He stated, prompting another twitch from his dick. “Just like I was always meant to be…” He grabbed his phone off the bedside table and snapped another photo in the mirror before DMing it to Devin on Instagram with a message saying:

<Hope you’re enjoying your real body as much as I am>

“Oh I just remembered something.” James turned to his still half asleep lover. “I told Devin, the guy who used to own all this, that we'd consider a threesome with him as compensation for the body. As long as you’re cool with it that is.”

“Sure… that’s cool…” Luke grunted, giving a thumbs up, while not even bothering to open his eyes with how exhausted he was. “We’re still on for our regular weekly swap right? I’m curious about how that new body of yours feels.”

James smirked as he wandered back over to the bed. “It’s fine. You can just say you wanna know what having a dick as big as mine feels like.” James teased, gripping his cock tightly through his briefs, squeezing it a little. “Of course we are bro. Besides, I can't wait to see how you deal with having this python between your legs for a day. Better use it wisely since it’ll be the only time you’re allowed to top again.”

Luke squinted a single eye open only to see his new and improved boyfriend sticking out his tongue while tugging on the very python he’d just mentioned. Yup, James knew him all too well. He so badly wanted to know what having that dick felt like.

A Birthday Present for @tf-lover

Jay ran a hand through his hair as he trudged up the stairs towards his bedroom. After a long and not so easy day at work, all he wanted to do now was chill out. He finished unbuttoning his shirt as he reached the top of the stairs before allowing it to slide off. A small sigh of relief passed his lips when he pushed open the door to his room, already undoing his trousers as he inside. Before long Jay was folding his work clothes up neatly before tugging on a comfortable pair of grey bottoms.

The chatter of whatever videos Jay had put on to watch filled the silence of the room as he laid back and relaxed. While watching, Jay couldn’t help wishing he’d been able to take tomorrow off work. It was gonna be his birthday after all. Alas it wasn’t meant to be. He’d have to settle for going out with some friends after work instead. Get a nice meal and maybe go to the movies afterwards if there’s anything good playing.

As the night wore on, Jay eventually had some dinner before getting himself ready for bed. As he slipped under the covers however, he couldn’t help having one last scroll through his phone. The second he opened up any of his socials, his feed was bombarded by stunning hunky men. Predominantly bodybuilders and fitness influencers who loved to promote themselves by showing off their sculpted bodies. Jay’s dick was already getting stiff under the bed sheets as he flicked through endless posts of dudes he followed posting their workout routines and progress pics. Watching their muscles glimmer with sweat as they flexed for the camera. Enormous pecs. Massive quads. Gigantic biceps. Glutes the sizes of beach balls. All of them flooded his page until he was jerking off and spluttering cum.

He wished he could have it all. Jay was obsessed with the idea of being a muscular hunk like all the men he thirsted over on a daily basis. He’d tried getting into shape but he always seemed to lack the motivation and resolve. As such Jay remained very lean and slender all his life up to now. By now he’d more or less just resigned himself to worshipping those types of men instead. Hoping that one day he’d find a muscle bound stud willing to take him. Preferably a black one. In Jay’s eyes the only thing thing better than a gorgeous hunky man was a gorgeous hunky black man. That couldn’t have been more obvious when the majority of the hunks he was strolling past had flawless dark skin.

Jay wasn’t entirely sure why he was so turned on by black dudes in particular. Perhaps it was the way they contrasted his skinny white body in every sense. All he knew was that he desired them most of all. So much so that Jay closed his eyes while imagining one of the many buff black dudes he followed pinning him down underneath all that huge dark muscle. That beautiful dark skin pressing against his pasty form.

Before long Jay was busting a nut all over himself.

He would fall asleep that night while staring out his bedroom window at the glittering stars that filled the sky. With his birthday being only a few hours away, Jay couldn’t help muttering an early birthday wish to himself just before he drifted off. He wished that he could’ve had the drive to get huge and buff like all the dudes he fawned over. And moreover… a deeper part of him wished that he could’ve been born a black man as well.

———

That night there must’ve been some birthday magic in the air because as soon as the clocks struck midnight, Jay began to sweat writhe under the covers. His muscles began to ache and his skin started to itch. Yet he remained asleep despite how his face twisted with discomfort. At a glance one might think he was having a terrible nightmare but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. His dreams were filled with nothing but all the men he desired most in the world surrounding him like a harem. Lulling his unconscious mind into a deepened state of bliss so that his body might relax enough for the magic to reshape his form without resistance.

Jay couldn’t help the stifled groan that rumbled in his throat when the changes actually began. It was his muscles first. The magic seeped into every fibre, forcing them to tear and repair at an incomprehensible rate that had his body inflating with newfound muscle mass. Somehow it was simulating hundreds of workouts and balanced meals all within a matter of minutes. Jay’s once narrow frame started to widen with reckless abandon as his pajamas stretched tight over his burgeoning muscles. The faint sounds of fabric beginning to tear filled the room as his arms swelled to sizes Jay could’ve only dreamed of worshipping on another man, let alone having for him. The ripping only intensified as his back broadened with a plethora of defined muscles while his previously flat chest ballooned into a pair of mighty hypnotic pecs. The bottoms he was wearing didn’t stand much chance either against rapidly developing quads and calves, a far cry from the sticks Jay had known all his life.

Without warning, Jay let out a strained gasp as his bones stretched like gum. His limbs and torso lengthened in a way that defied logic until his feet reached the end of the bed. His previous height of 5’11 sprouted up to an imposing 6’4 in a matter of moments. And all while his muscles were still growing!

By this point, Jay’s cock was rock solid both from the incredibly horny dream he was having and all the bodily stimulation. If only he could’ve been awake to witness the moment when the magic that was inflating his muscles finally began to pool around his groin and flood into his dick. Forcing it to spurt excitedly as it started to grow. First it got lengthier as it snaked down his already tight pajama bottoms. Jay then couldn’t help bucking his hips slightly as cock packed on girth the likes of which he never could’ve imagined. It was only natural that his balls swelled to match afterwards.

By the miracle of this mysterious magic, Jay had become the very same kind of hunk he would’ve drooled over. Mountainous muscles bulging from head to toe across a body that would loom over most. Anyone that saw him would think Jay lived at the gym with how massive and well sculpted his new physique was. Biceps bigger than his own head. Pecs so big you could get lost in the valley between them. A dick so fat it could resize almost any hole it was plunged into.

One would think that the transformation Jay had undergone was already enough of a blessing. He already had the kind of body most men would die for! Huge, tall and hung. What else could a guy want? And had Jay woken up to see himself right now, there’s no doubt he’d be ecstatic. By all means the magic could’ve left his body at that moment and allowed him to enjoy the great gift it’d already bestowed upon him. And yet…

The slight itch from under Jay’s skin began to surge. He shuffled again in slight discomfort as small dark splotches welled up across his body. The melanin in his cells found itself multiplying at a rapid rate, causing those dark splotches of skin to expand across his body. Slowly overriding Jay’s pasty white hue and replacing it with a distinct black tone. It spread down his arms and legs, across his ass and over his cock, over his chest and back. His head was last to be turned but the blackness of his soon to be race crept up his neck at a relentless pace. When it reached his face, Jay’s visage altered alongside his skin tone. His facial features morphing to fit a whole new ethnicity. Broader nose, squarer jaw, plumper lips. All things that served to make him hotter and blacker. And to top it all off, Jay’s fluffy hair pulled back into an even shorter hairstyle as it coiled into tight black curls.

And just like that, being white was a thing of the past for Jay. He let out a sigh of relief as the itching stopped at last, leaving him buff, black and bursting out of his pajamas. Still blissfully unaware as his sleeping mind continued to drift through the horny dream the magic had conjured up for him.

The air around Jay began to glimmer as the magic left his body at last. It was almost ready to leave and return to where it’d come but there was one last thing the magic needed to do. It started to spin around the room, creating a colourful orbit around Jay causing the room around him to morph just as his body did. About half of his nerdier possessions were replaced by sports gear and memorabilia. A modest rack and dumbbells appeared beside his bed alongside some other gym equipment. All of his clothes grew dramatically to accommodate his newfound size. Some of them transformed completely into new sets of gym clothes.Even the pajamas he was wearing expanded to a more comfortable fit while stitching themselves back up. Any pictures of him that existed by physical and digital morphed to reflect his new identity, leaving no visual trace of the white man he used to be. The same went for the memories of those who knew him. Family and friends alike had the old Jay erased from their minds, replaced only by the enormous black hunk he was now.

And just like that, the otherworldly power dispersed itself. Leaving Jay behind to roll onto his front and start humping the mattress below as he dreamt of pounding into a delicious bubble butt. Birthday wish granted.

———

Jay woke up the next morning with a start after his wonderful dream ended rather abruptly. He jolted upright, eyes snapping open as he heart pounded out of his chest. The last thing he remembered from his dream was all the hunks around him fading away, leaving him alone with his reflection staring back at him. He’d watched as that reflection cracked and distorted before vanishing completely.

He regained his composure after a few sharp breaths only to narrow his eyes in confusion as he glanced around his room. Unfamiliar gym equipment and a few scattered clothes that looked far too big to be his own. That along with the worn football sitting in the corner made it seem as though a college jock was using his bedroom for storage. Even some of his own things seemed to be missing. But above all else… Why did his bed feel so small?

Jay’s feet were poking out the bottom of his bed sheets despite the fact that he was inches away from the headboard. Though he swiftly moved on from how little sense that seemed to make when noticed how much darker tops of his feet seemed to be. He thought he was seeing things at first until he finally caught a glimpse of his hands as well. Not only were they darker too but they looked twice as big too! It didn’t make sense! His eyes darted between his hands in disbelief before finally it dawned on him to pull away the bed sheets.

The sight he was met with took his breath away. He was still wearing the same pajamas he went to sleep in but now they seemed to hide the body of an adonis! He had what appeared to be thick pecs pressing against his shirt, biceps that strained the sleeves and quads that threatened to rip his bottoms apart if he flexed too hard. It felt like some kind of optical illusion at first as his brain tried to make sense of what was clearly impossible. But as he moved his arms, Jay felt the intensity of his bloated biceps and the way they brushed against his massive lats.

And so came the moment of truth. Jay reached down slowly towards the hem of his shirt and gripped it with a huge palm. Then with one swift motion, he yanked it up to reveal a set of hard powerful abs accented by luminous ebony skin that extended up towards his pecs and down to his crotch. But even now he still couldn’t believe it. Even though the proof was staring him right in the face.

Before long Jay found himself stumbling out of bed and making a b-line for the bathroom mirror. He almost tripped over himself a few times on the way, not at all used to his new weight and size. He even bumped his head on the doorframe. As he reached up to rub the sore spot, that’s when he felt his shorter and tighter hair. The sensation of which caused him to freeze for a moment before continuing his stampede towards the bathroom. When I finally saw his reflection, his mind had no choice but to believe what his eyes were seeing.

Staring back at him was the hunkiest black man Jay had ever set sight upon. He had a face that was drop dead gorgeous in the most masculine sense with neat facial hair that framed his jaw. A body so huge that it couldn’t all fit in the reflection at once. Not to mention the kind of dark skin Jay had always found himself so envious of black men for. There was no way to explain how but… that was him!

Needless to say his pajamas were tossed aside in mere moments after that. After seeing the man he’d become, Jay couldn’t wait a second longer to see what he was hiding underneath the thin fabric. What he saw didn’t disappoint. His body rippled with enormous juicy muscles from head to toe, the likes of which he never could’ve imagined owning for himself. Yet here he was now, flexing it all while a huge grin split across his new face. Kissing and licking his new biceps as he reveled in the power bunched up inside those thick mounds. Pinching the dark nipples that now tipped his bulbous pecs. Reaching back to cup his fat black bubble ass like the mouthwatering shelf of muscle it was. But naturally, as with all men, what caught his attention the most was the way his cock had changed. The way it hung angrily between his legs like a sleeping python had him buzzing with anticipation. It was already half hard before he stripped and the more he inspected his new form, the more excited Jay’s new black dick seemed to get. Until before long Jay couldn’t stop himself from gripping it tight and jerking that monster for all it was worth which was bound to be a lot considering it was nearly double the size of his old dick.

The sounds of moans much deeper than Jay had ever been able to produce filled the bathroom. One of his meaty paws continued beating his meat furiously while the other kept on groping every muscle he could wrap his fingers around. By the time he finally busted a fat nut, there was no denying what’d happened. Not that he wanted to. But as he came down from the high of launching a bigger load than he ever had before, his brain was finally allowing him to accept the reality of the situation.

Jay must’ve spent hours inspecting himself after that. Exploring every last inch and detail of his new form. Noticing how the few tattoos he’d once had seemed to have been replaced by new ones. The slight difference in his accent when he spoke. The amount of space he seemed to take up now. No matter how big or small, every detail was fascinating.

It was only when he finally stepped out of the bathroom that Jay was forced to confront the reality of the situation beyond just himself. Once the initial shock had worn off, he’d started to think about the greater effects this would have. Like how the hell he’d explain this to his family and colleagues. The question of how he’d be able to approach his new life now that he’d transformed piled up quickly. Jay was close to spiralling until he remembered something. It wasn’t just his body that’d changed. His clothes and belongings had changed too. And when he opened his phone it somehow recognised his new face. Even all the selfies in his camera roll had been replaced with photos of his hunky new visage. It was like his old self never even existed…

———

In the coming days Jay would come to realise the true extent of the changes made to the world around him.

Everyone he knew still recognised him. They still called him by his name. All acting as if this was the way Jay had always been. It was strange enough that his friends and colleagues were doing it but the most bizarre case had to be his parents. Mainly because they were exactly the same. Just your average white parents who don’t seem to question the fact that their son was now a black man.

Though the bulk of his life seemed to be unchanged despite his transformation, there were a few retcons. For example Jay came to discover that in this new reality he hadn’t taken as much of an interest in mathematics back in school and instead had excelled in sports. The more he thought about it, the more he seemed to remember it that way as well. Being one of the bigger dudes on the field and being praised by his coaches. Considering joining the big leagues for a while but eventually deciding to dedicate himself to the gym instead after school. His dream apparently has been to stand on stage one day as a bodybuilding pro. It was something he’d fantasised about in his old life from time to time but in this new reality it actually seemed attainable.

On that note, he suddenly began to remember spending far less time playing all the nerdy games he usually enjoyed. Instead he spent the majority of that time working out to maintain his gorgeous physique. Hitting the gym most days of the week to keep his muscles pumped. The thought of which excited Jay far more than it would have before. Originally the idea of going to the gym had seemed daunting to him but now there was this insatiable craving to lift weights. He’d already been a couple times over the few days and had jumped into a few routines as if he’d been doing them for years. Even the receptionist at the gym seemed to recognise him as a regular now.

Even after a couple weeks, Jay still found himself waking up in disbelief every morning. And every time he would sit up in bed, kiss his black biceps and thank whatever higher power had granted him this incredible gift. This body, this face and most of all the thick black cock that he couldn’t help jerking every night was the best birthday package he ever could’ve received.

(Original story posted April 2nd 2023) This story has been Updated!

Birthday Present for @tf-lover

This was the third time James had seen that guy here at the gym. A young muscular hunk who’s name was Devin from what he’d overheard. Just glancing at the man was driving him crazy. That thick jock build and those handsome biracial features could squeeze their way into anyone’s wet dream. Not to mention a bulge that even the baggiest of sweatpants struggled to hide. The lust stirring up inside James was driving his own dick crazy! But that lust didn’t exactly come from a desire to have sex or be lovers with this guy. After all, he already had an amazing boyfriend who meant the world to him. No. This lust came from a place of… jealousy? It was sort of hard for him to explain.

In short James had been going to the gym consistently for almost a year now. 10 months to be exact. Following all the exercise routines, sticking to it most days, eating a bunch of healthy stuff. Pretty much everything those social media fitness guru’s tell you to do online. And yet he hasn’t seen a whole lot of improvement yet. Sure he’s definitely put on a bit of muscle and his shoulders look a little wider than they used to but at this point he was just getting impatient. He wanted to look huge! Buff! Stacked with muscle! And that’s exactly what Devin was. He had the exact body James had been dreaming of for years. That’s where this jealous lust was arising from.

Would it be wrong to use his special power on this man? He’d always held off using them throughout most of his life due to his own morals. Even with the few times he did use them, he never went the full mile and ended up undoing everything shortly after. Nowadays the only person that really knew about his special power was his boyfriend Luke. They’d use it on the odd occasion to spice up their sex and dating life a little but not too much beyond that. Now though? James was just itching to use his abilities on the hunky Devin.

He battled with his urges the entire way through his workout but he just couldn’t get the idea out of his head. How good it would feel. How hot it would be. And how much Luke would likely enjoy it as well. Every time he tried to talk himself out of it he found himself glancing over at Devin again and only wanting to use his powers even more! He tried to ignore him and continue working out but when he saw the hunk heading towards the locker room all glistening and pumped, James just couldn’t help himself. Soon he found himself following behind Devin as inconspicuously as he could.

He slowed his roll a little so as not to be caught but was soon peeking his head around the lockers rather cartoonishly, not being able to help spying a little. He was just in time to see an already shirtless Devin pulling off his shorts to reveal a very well fitted pair of black briefs that showed off the curve of his sculpted ass perfectly. Not to mention the mouthwatering bulge in front. Unfortunately for James, Devin turned away when he slid off his underwear. That didn’t stop the smaller envious man from admiring the large expanse of Devin’s back however as he stood in all his naked jock glory for a few brief moments before wrapping a towel around his waist. After that Devin packed his clothes into his locker, closed it up with the key on his wrist band, and headed off towards the showers.

Naturally it was tempting for James to follow Devin in the hopes of getting a glimpse at the weapon that’d been responsible for that delicious looking bulge. But if he was really gonna go through with this plan then he’d need all the time he could get. After another quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, James whipped out a couple of lock picks and went to work on Devin’s locker. His heart almost pounding out of his chest as he twiddled the pick, flinching anytime he heard the slightest sound around him. He was only able to let out a sigh of relief once he heard a familiar click.

James swung open the locker door and was soon hit by a mix of deodorant mixed with fresh sweat and a hint of protein powder. Though he probably should’ve expected that from the locker of a gym rat like Devin. The recently worn briefs sat atop of the pile so naturally they were the first thing he grabbed. He knew that he only needed one article of clothing for his special power to work but he just couldn’t help himself. James ended up grabbing pretty much everything Devin had just been wearing. His shoes, socks, black shorts and even his tank top. And though he wasn’t all that into musky scents, James had to admit that Devin’s wasn’t that bad.

His first instinct was to stuff all of it in his bag, leave the gym discreetly and head straight home before doing his thing… but he just didn’t want to wait! He knew it’d be risky to do it right here and now but the thrill of it was too exciting to resist. Thankfully it was that time of day where not many people were around so the coast was clear.

Soon enough James found himself tossing off his own clothes until he stood buck naked and eying up the pile of Devin’s clothes. He mulled it over one last time but his desires were too strong to ignore. Besides he was sure Luke would love the outcome anyways so there was no need to wait right? With a giddy smile he stepped into the briefs before pulling them up his legs. Naturally they were much too big for him but thankfully the waistband snapped back just enough to hold them up. Even the pouch was stretched far more than James’s cock could ever fill out. Well… current cock anyway. Regardless, James proceeded to tug on the black athletic socks before sliding his feet into the large shoes that were still warm from when Devin had been wearing them. Finally he yanked the hunk’s shorts up to his waist, barely staying in place, before pulling the tank top over his head. He felt like he was playing dress up but not for much longer.

James closed his eyes and began to picture Devin in his mind. Every delicious curve and bulge of muscle. That handsome award winning smile. His strong masculine physique built from years of hard work. The form he so desperately desired. When James finally opened his eyes again they sparkled with a bright golden glow for only a split second. Only then did his powers finally get to work.

It took a moment to kick in but that was normal. The first sign began to show itself soon enough however as dark splotches began to spread across James’ skin. He’d always been a rather fair skinned white dude so the shift in tone was quite noticeable. The darker colour spread down his arms and legs, covering his hands and feet while equally moving over his chest and stomach. Almost as if someone had taken a colour dropping tool to his body. By the time he felt the last of his pale skin being eliminated, James was ecstatic! Something about this new rich almond tone just resonated with him in a way he could hardly explain. It just felt right.

Just then a vaguely familiar pulse arose from within each and every muscle fibre. “Aarrnngg—yeahhh… here it comes!” James groaned to himself as the next stage began. With every pulse his body began to swell. Or more specifically his muscles did. He leaned on the lockers ahead, gripping them tightly as his arms grew. “Fuck! Luke is gonna love it when I pick him up with these huge beefy arms…” Biceps bulging bigger with a new and unfamiliar kind of strength. The kind he’d been yearning for ever since he started lifting. His forearms swiftly grew to match moments before his hands cracked a little before enlarging. “And then use these massive—Uurhn—fucking legs to carry him to the bedroom!” Right in cue, James’ legs ballooned thicker by the second until he was forced to spread them further apart. His calves jiggled slightly with new size as his hams and quads settled at near tree trunk size. Needless to say his shorts no longer looked so loose and baggy. Along with all that his feet increased a fair few sizes just as his hands did, filling out those large shoes in no time. “After that I’m gonna toss him on the bed so he can worship my GIANT FUCKIN PECS!” His chest began to swell forwards at a rapid rate. Where James was once flat as a board now grew a modest pair of pecs that only continued to heave before bulging even larger. Bubbling bigger with each moan that escaped his lips. Refusing to stop until he adorned a huge pair of muscle tits! Both of them tipped with dark sensitive nipples that strained against his new tank top. “And once I’m—Nngghh—satisfied… I’ll shove that adorable face of his into my huge jock ass…” His previously small butt jiggled behind him as it thickened into a firm bubble ass. One fitting of a young football jock. “Before shoving my FAT COCK down his throat!” James’ dick began twitching uncontrollably within the confines of his stolen underwear. Flopping and pulsing as it swiftly began filling out the pouch. Blooming with size as it grew longer and much thicker than any average man. So much so that the size of his new monster, even while soft, would’ve put his former cock to shame. But of course it didn’t stop there with his balls feeling as though they were being pumped to the brim. Bloating into a hefty cum factory that weighed down the pouch in James’ briefs even further.

Throughout all this James had somehow managed to tune out the panicked screams that’d been coming from the showers as this was all going on. Far too distracted by his inflating muscles and darkening skin. That was until a much skinner and paler skinned version of Devin came rushing back into the locker room as fast as he could. Horrified to see James not only wearing his clothes but hulking out in them!

“W-w-what that fuck is happening!?” Devin shouted hysterically.

James more or less ignored the other man, more focused on rolling his shoulders and back a little, enjoying feeling their wondrous new size with a smirk. At last all of that gorgeous muscle was his to show off as he pleased! “Yesssss… this is what I’ve been craving.” He mumbled while flexing gently and imagining all that stuff he’d be doing to his boyfriend later tonight. Only then did he glance over at the other man once again.

“But I want the whole package.” James added before sauntering over to Devin with newfound confidence. Before the reduced man could protest, James crashed their lips together in an aggressive kiss that for some reason Devin just couldn’t bear to pull away from no matter how hard he tried. As such he was none the wiser as the next stage of the transformation began but James knew exactly what was coming. It started with an indescribable buzzing sensation that rippled across their heads. The bones in their faces remoulding painlessly in a way that made kissing awkward for a moment until it settled leaving James with a hunky square jawline while Devin’s face was left much softer. James’ eyes shifted position slightly before turning a deep hazel, his nose broadening while flaring a little and his lips plumped up quite considerably. Even his hair retracted until he had a fade on the sides and back. What was left curled and tightened into fuzzy texture. James’ hair even darkened from a soft brown to deep black just as a short beard sprouted across his face.

The two pulled away the second the buzzing faded away. When they did, Devin couldn’t believe his eyes. It was like looking into a mirror! Somehow the man staring back at him had his own cocky jock face! If he wasn’t so stunned he probably would’ve screamed.

“Mmmm yeah this is a massive improvement.” The body snatcher claimed, pleased by the sound of his new voice, as he brought his hands up to face to explore his new features. Running his hands through his hair, tracing his fingers along his sharp bearded chin and thicker lips. God it was euphoric! These black genetics had mixed so flawlessly with the white ones that they created this sexy mixed race hunk of a body that was nothing short of perfect. And now it all belonged to James! There was just one last thing…

Another sly smirk crept across James’ stolen face upon noticing Devin’s tattoos, the very last thing that could identify him as who he was, had begun to fade away. The ink slowly vanished from his left arm, right leg and torso much to the former hunks dismay. And naturally as this happened the very same tattoos began swirling back into existence on James’ body, perfectly in place.

“What d-did you—How did th—How do you look lik—WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” Devin panicked. In his defence who the hell wouldn’t. There was a part of him that wanted to lunge at this imposter that’d just stolen his body but the idea of attacking himself(?) just seemed way too jarring…

“Look. The what’s and how’s don’t really matter. Even if I did try to explain it, you probably wouldn’t understand. Hell, even I don’t fully understand it.” He joked while running a hand down his torso, feeling the strong abs hidden underneath what was effectively now his tank top. “All you need to know is that I’ve commandeered your body and identity for the foreseeable future. My original plan was for it to be a temporary thing but now that I’m really experiencing it… I’m not so sure anymore.” He continued before groping his bulge through his now much tighter and well fitting shorts.

“W-What!? Why me!?” Devin retorted, both angry and confused.

James raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious. You’re a fucking hunk. And now that I’m you, I’M a fucking hunk!” He brought his arms up into a quick flex. “Ever since I first saw you at this gym, I’ve been envious. You were everything I ever wanted to be. And now that I have all this…” He gestured down at himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable in my own skin. It’s as if this was the reason I was born with these powers to begin with. To take the body I was always supposed to have. This one.”

“But what about me?! It’s still my body!! You can’t just take it!… You just can’t…” The smaller man whined but to no avail once again.

“Sorry bro but that’s just the way it is. This is my bod now and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” James shrugged as every second he spent in this form made him all that much more certain he didn’t want to go back. He was already falling in love with the feeling of all this muscle mass under his control. Even just the jockish voice was giving him a stiffy already. “Look, my old clothes are over there.” He nodded towards the discarded pile on the floor nearby. “Feel free to get dressed and head back to wherever you live. From my experience only people that have been affected by my powers in some way are aware of the changes they make. So when your family and friends see you they won’t think anything different. To them you’ll have always been a skinny little white guy. So there's nothing to worry about.” James added with a smug look before pulling his phone out of his gym bag. He wandered over to a nearby mirror before pulling down his shorts, revealing his hefty bulge, and hoisting up his tank top a little. Seconds later he was using his phone to snap a few incredible pics.

“H-hey! Who’re you sending that to??” Devin questioned, watching James tap away on his phone for a second after tugging his shorts back up.

“Just showing my boyfriend what he has to look forward to tonight. I’ve used my powers on him a couple times so he’ll know what’s up. He’s fairly immune to the reality warping effects by now.” James stated before sending off the rather flattering photo. “Anyway I’d better head home. No doubt my boyfriend is gonna want to pounce on me when he sees all this. Hence I wanna have enough time to get familiar with my new body before he gets home. You should probably do the same bro. After all, I’m not so sure I can see myself giving any of this back. This body just feels like home.” He teased before grabbing his stuff and turning to leave.

But as he did, James glanced over his shoulder one last time at Devin who was still processing everything by the looks of it. He simply smiled before hooking his thumbs down the back of his shorts and underwear, yanking them down just enough to reveal the same thick bubbly muscle ass Devin had owned moments ago. “Hey I know it’s tough but, if I can convince Luke into having a threesome, I’d be happy to let you taste my body sometime. If you’re lucky I might even let you stick that little white prick of yours into my ass.” James snickered, giving his butt a little shake before pulling his shorts back up and leaving Devin all alone to come to terms with his new body.

———

The next morning, James was delighted to wake up for the first time in his new jock-like body. Feeling his monstrous new morning wood under the covers, stretching his underwear to the limit, causing a smile to spread across his face. Luke was still asleep next to him. No wonder really. He must’ve been exhausted after last night’s seemingly endless fuck session. Just thinking about it was making James so damn horny again.

Last night, Luke had just gotten home from work after making up an excuse to leave early. No doubt due to that pic James had texted him. He’d arrived just in time to find his boyfriend now completely nude and worshipping himself with the biggest hard on Luke had ever seen. He was surprised for sure. Surprised that James actually set his morals aside for once to take a body he wanted. A body that he deserved. And lord did he make a good choice.

It wasn’t long before they were both ripping off Luke’s clothes so they could get straight down to business. Their lips hardly parted for even a second once they made contact. During which James had slowly worked his hands down Luke’s back before giving his ass a good squeeze. Then, before either of them knew it, James had pulled his now much smaller boyfriend up into his arms just as he’d envisioned doing, prompting a surprised chuckle from Luke. The new hunk walked the two of them to the bedroom while his thick dark cock bucked excitedly, teasing the cleft of Luke’s ass.

Next thing you know, the couple are lying in bed sucking each other off. James had no problem taking all of Luke’s dick thanks to his new body not having much of a gag reflex. Luke on the other hand could be heard spluttering and choking around James’ girthy length as he struggled to take even half of his jockified boyfriend’s monster cock. This of course only further prompted James to buck his hips, gently throat fucking Luke who clearly wasn’t used to sucking something so… XXL.

As the night went on Luke was more than happy to worship James’ muscular new physique while commenting numerous times about how much he loved the new bubbly jock butt. However the moment Luke started talking about fucking it, James stopped him. “Sorry bro but your dick ain’t getting anywhere near my ass.” he’d whispered gently while grabbing Luke and using his newfound strength to flip the other man onto his stomach so that his supple ass was on display. “Surely you didn’t think I was gonna let you fuck me? Things have changed. I’m bigger than you. I’m stronger than you.” He leaned in nice and close before continuing. “Your cock is barely half the size of mine. In what universe do you think you’d still be worthy of fucking a real man like me?” James had growled as a new air of dominance and masculinity settled over him. Perhaps it was all the testosterone that his fatter balls were pumping around now which was going to his head a little. Whatever the case, Luke tried to argue for a moment but gave in as soon as he felt James’ fat dick rubbing between his ass cheeks. Plus he was getting weirdly turned on by his boyfriend’s dominant new attitude. “I’m the breeder in this relationship now. Got it?”

What followed was hours of relentless fucking. It started slow as Luke struggled to take all of James inside of him but eventually his hole started to adjust somewhat. As it did James gradually started to kick up his game. Slowly working his way up until he was burying himself to the hilt with every thrust while his balls smacked heavily against his boyfriend’s ass. They were constantly switching positions and to begin with Luke tried to hide how much he was starting to enjoy having his tight hole stuffed with cock. After all he’d always considered himself more of a top. But eventually he just gave in and started moaning like a proper slut.

By the time they were finished Luke had already sprayed cum all over himself and the bed sheets before James let out a roar at last. Blowing a load so massive that his seed began to spill out of Luke’s ass around James’ dick before he even had a chance to pull out. To say Luke had been bred would be an understatement.

And now, even after all that, James was still waking up the next day with morning wood. He dove a hand into the briefs, gripping his cock a little before fondling his balls. “Mmmm sorry Devin but there is no way you deserved all this. It’s definitely in better hands now…” He smirked before rolling over onto his side and facing the sleeping man next to him. He shuffled a little closer until he was rubbing his giant boner against Luke’s backside while wrapping his arms around the other man to pull him closer.

“Nnnghh… Noooo… My ass is still sore from last night… I swear I can still feel some of your cum inside me…” Luke mumbled upon waking. “Go jerk off in front of the mirror or something until I’ve recovered…” He half joked while nudging his hunky new jock boyfriend away.

James laughed before pulling off the covers and jumping out of bed, pretty much doing exactly what Luke had suggested. Sauntering up to the large bedroom mirror and checking himself out. “Fuuuuck I look like such a bro now. A proper jock stud who’s hung as fuck.” He stated, prompting another twitch from his dick. “Just like I was always meant to be…” He grabbed his phone off the bedside table and snapped another photo in the mirror before DMing it to Devin on Instagram with a message saying:

<Hope you’re enjoying your real body as much as I am>

“Oh I just remembered something.” James turned to his still half asleep lover. “I told Devin, the guy who used to own all this, that we'd consider a threesome with him as compensation for the body. As long as you’re cool with it that is.”

“Sure… that’s cool…” Luke grunted, giving a thumbs up, while not even bothering to open his eyes with how exhausted he was. “We’re still on for our regular weekly swap right? I’m curious about how that new body of yours feels.”

James smirked as he wandered back over to the bed. “It’s fine. You can just say you wanna know what having a dick as big as mine feels like.” James teased, gripping his cock tightly through his briefs, squeezing it a little. “Of course we are bro. Besides, I can't wait to see how you deal with having this python between your legs for a day. Better use it wisely since it’ll be the only time you’re allowed to top again.”

Luke squinted a single eye open only to see his new and improved boyfriend sticking out his tongue while tugging on the very python he’d just mentioned. Yup, James knew him all too well. He so badly wanted to know what having that dick felt like.