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I usually don't have magic transforming anything outside of the body, but let's make a scallylad89 style transformation. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

It had happened again. Ken had deployed code from the development branch into production instead of into the staging system. It had been such a series of unfortunate coincidences. He had typed "make" in the wrong folder so all the pre-checks worked out as they should, and then when he deployed the targets had been all mixed up in his environment that it had accidentally gone to the production system instead of staging. All technically his fault, but after last time he had insisted on changes in how access was managed to prevent something like this from happening again. That fell on deaf ears and here he was, standing outside of big boss McCallum's door.

The email had been uncharacteristically pleasant, without a single "fuck" or "sodding", but he couldn't help feeling that his boss saved up on his rage for their in person encounter. He knocked on the door and the low rumble of McCallum's voice calmly asked him to enter.

"Ah, Ken! There you are. Let's use the chat corner," he said and motioned to a pair of chairs at the far end of the room, with no desk or table in between then. "Good afternoon, sir," Ken answered, a bit confused about the situation. "Just put down your laptop, we're not going to review anything right now. Milk?" Ken sat down in the armchair furthest away and put his laptop on the floor. "Mi.. No, thanks."

"Here you are then," Mr. McCallum said and handed him a mug of tea. He then went back to the kettle to pour another cup for himself. Ken had a sip. It was bitter. Oversteeped probably. He tried his best to make no facial expressions and took another, larger sip.

"So, you must understand how disappointing it was to hear about the stray update you did earlier today." He gently lowered his big body into the opposing armchair. He was an imposing figure, but it was that strong voice and piercing eyes that really commanded respect. "Yes, sir. As I said the last time it would happen again if we don't..." McCallum waved his hand to stop him. Ken felt really uneasy. Like a pressure in his head that was going to blossom out into a headache at any moment. "No, no, no. I don't want to talk about that." It was more than the pressure. He was feeling hot as well. He'd kind of expected to feel that, because he always got sweaty when someone was yelling at him, but now it was like he got hot without the chewing out. He attempted to roll up the sleeve of his jumper, only to find he was only wearing a T-shirt. He took another sip of the tea instead. He didn't care about the taste anymore. He just wanted to be done with it.

"What I want to talk about is where we go from here," Mr. McCallum continued. "Go from here?" Ken was confused. He'd just come here. No, that's of course not what he meant. Was he being fired? He felt so dizzy, like he was getting ill. He rested the cup against his thigh again, only to be surprised how hot it was against his naked leg. He could have sworn he had worn jeans when he... what had he been doing before coming here? "Yes, as you may have heard we are in a bit of an understaffing situation." "Under staffing?" Ken smiled at what he assumed must be a sexual innuendo. There wasn't any tea left. This armchair wasn't really comfortable at all. Made his legs squeeze his junk. He scooted forward a bit so he could spread out his legs. He'd like to do some staffing of his own he felt, but not now when Mr. Boss was looking. If only he could get to the point. "We lack laborers is what that means. We need people to pack boxes. Carry them to the vans. Drive the vans to customers. That kind of work."

I knew I'd struck gold when I met my boyfriend Aaron.

I had a habit of falling for straight acting masculine guys. Those deeply closeted "bros" who think hitting the gym somehow makes them less queer.

Aaron was very far removed from my usual type. He wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't aggressively macho or constantly posturing either. He was always quick with a smile, a hug, a kiss... and I loved it.

But after a while, I realized there was still one thing I was missing.

See, the reason I kept ending up with those big buff jerks is because... I just love muscular guys.

At one point, I'd been at my wit's end trying to get an ex to stop treating me like shit all the time, and I'd downloaded this whole bunch of hypnotism stuff. I made him a few files with some simple suggestions... problem was, he thought it was "too gay" to listen to something like that.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but on a whim, I made some files for Aaron too. I made sure to keep his personality intact - because, after all, I love him - but I threw in some suggestions to eat healthy, start going to the gym, and focus on prioritising fitness.

A couple of months in, and my sweet boy had packed on 20 odd pounds of muscle. He'd started picking me up, and on one very memorable occasion he actually pinned me to the bed before showering me with kisses.

I was planning to stop there. Even that little change made him my perfect guy. But then Aaron said something that changed my mind.

Aaron told me it made him feel closer to me, having my voice in his ear while he was at the gym, that he felt so safe drifting off listening to me.

I knew I should probably come clean and tell him that I'd been using them to hypnotise him, but... well, first of all, it sounds ridiculous, and second... I was scared of how he'd react.

So instead of doing the right thing and telling him the truth, I made him a new set of files. I really liked how he'd started being more confident, so I gave him some boosters for that. I also made him focus more on lifting and on bulking up, telling him he enjoyed getting bigger for me, that he loved feeling like my big buff protector.

And look, maybe I overdid it. Aaron took to the new instructions like a fish to water, and within a couple months he'd already outgrown his wardrobe. Again.

But I couldn't stop. I was enamoured with this enormous guy he'd grown into, so sweet and gentle with me and so imposing and burly otherwise.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point, and I told him the truth. But... look, I couldn't risk him getting scared and ending things, okay? So just in case, I put in a small suggestion in the files, telling him that maybe he liked being hypnotised, and maybe he got aroused by the thought of me moulding his body.

So when my sweet Aaron told me he'd scored some back alley supplements from a guy at the gym, gave me his best puppy dog eyes - despite the hulking bod and scruffy beard - and asked me to make him a new set of files and help him get HUGE... I couldn't say no.

We've just celebrated our anniversary, and the mountain of muscle that throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and lumbers around from how wide his thighs have gotten is nothing like the cute boy I fell for. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's one of those closeted guys who pump themselves up with mass since they're scared of looking queer.

Except underneath all the excess bulk, body hair, and testosterone, it's still Aaron underneath it all. Just as lovely and as sweet as he was back when he was nearly 200 pounds lighter.

I could offer a suitcase from NAP. Interested? Of course you are interested. Part of your roots lie in the metropolis of Campania. Although, much to your regret, you don't even see it when you know it. If one had to estimate, one would perhaps come to Eastern Europe. In any case, you are far from "fare una bella figura". But then, Chicago is a long way from Naples.

The suitcase is really huge. With stickers on it. Some of the names don't mean anything to you…. Others could be the names of race tracks. But you are not sure. Surprisingly, your first attempt to open the combination lock is immediately successful.

Okay, you had expected many. But not motorcycle gear. Apart from the fact that the clothes all look much too small for you, you have no need for them… You miss a motorcycle. You find the compression suit quite cool and fascinating. It also looks very small. But you see if you fit in it. Yes, it's actually too short and too tight. And when you put it on, the hair on your body is annoying. But it feels good. The material presses your body into shape. And feels like a second skin. More for fun you put on the helmet and put on the gloves. You sweat madly. But it feels incredibly fantastic. And you have to cum.

Now you also have to see how it looks with the full outfit. You slip into the Dainese suit like into a glove. Must be the compression suit. The boots also fit perfectly. So that it fits better in color, you take the second helmet and the second pair of gloves from the suitcase. Awesome, what the outfit creates for an ass. It looks like it's made of concrete. And feels like concrete. You cum for the second time.

The keys for your Ducati are in the suitcase. You have to take your beast out for a ride. You need to know how the new motorcycle gear feels on it. You make a kick start. And you cum on the ride a third time. You ride a bit on the waterfront and then steer your bike into the narrow streets of the old town. Behind the old gate, no one would expect a garage like this. But here is your kingdom, here are your babies. You park the Ducati, polish off a bit of dust, hang up the motorcycle suit and tidy away the helmet, boots and gloves. Tidiness is extremely important to you in your garage. Only half of you is Neapolitan. The other is from Lombardy. That's always noticeable.

Upstairs in your apartment you realize that you have not yet completely emptied your suitcase. The leather shirt and the leather shirts are still inside. And you take off the compression suit. Your jizz sticks to you everywhere and you stink of sweat. You come for the fourth time. And this shall not be the last time. It's Friday night, now it's off to the nightlife! And you are the master of fare una bella figura.

Getting into shape was never easy, and you often found yourself struggling to feel comfortable or confident in your appearance. You felt like you had tried everything: trying out different diets online, working with personal trainers, and going to the gym to stay in shape. However, your previous experiences with judgmental trainers and cocky, obnoxious gym bros making fun of you turned you off from going on a more consistent basis. It was a constant struggle to feel like you could be the best person you could possibly be, without dealing with your own nerves and the looks you swore people gave you whenever you were at the gym.

Still, you kept on fantasizing about what life would be like if you were one of those many hot fitness influencers you saw on social media. They always seemed like they were living their best lives, posting thirst traps and muscle worship videos for millions of people to ogle over their beefy, sexy bodies. With plenty of people funneling money into those influencers, they were living the absolute dream. Every new post was some exclusive video about a new trip they were on, some sponsored post from a clothing company, or teasing their fans about some more exclusive one-on-one video chats if they paid an exorbitant amount of money. 

But entering the new year, you had a goal in mind. It wasn't so much a resolution as just your own determination to really feel like you had reached your best self. You wanted to do whatever it would take, although you weren't sure how you were going to get past all the uncomfortable stares and feelings you had. Still, nothing was going to stop you from becoming your best self, and you conveyed just as much to one of your close friends. 

Hopping on a call with him one night, you were busy catching up with each other about how the holidays were and how you spent the New Year celebrations. It was supposed to be a passing comment, something to answer that surface-level question about what your New Year's resolutions were. But you couldn't help but notice the small glimmer in your friend's eye as he gestured excitedly towards his screen during the video call.

"How about that trend people are doing now? You know, the one using AI to add muscle to their bodies and stuff? You could at least see what you looked like, as some sort of fantasy version of yourself. I heard it's great motivation to get you pumped about yourself, like a goal version that you can try and hit!"

You didn't have a particular interest in messing with AI. Still, you had seen a couple of images of people packing on muscles onto their more normal and unimpressive frames. But you also weren't someone who wanted to buy a premium version of any of them. As you were aware, most of those engines had a filter to prevent users from altering too many photos or doing anything explicit.

"Oh, no worries, dude! My brother got me a premium account for Christmas. It's with this off-brand version or something like that. I think it's called Chroniv-AIc? I think it's pretty specific to prompts with people, though; I can't seem to use it like the other engines do for simpler stuff. But apparently, he said I can alter as many photos as I want with the premium account. And it doesn't have all that stupid sexual filter on it, if you wanted to get really freaky with it," your friend teased, winking his eye at you as he shared his screen for you to look at. 

The application itself didn't seem any different from other AI tools, with a simple text box to enter prompts and upload images. There wasn't anything impressive about this, and for a moment, you wondered if this was even worth doing. But at your friend's insistence, you snapped a quick photo of yourself and sent it over for him to mess around with.

After a few moments, your friend began tapping away at his keyboard, and you watched as he uploaded your photo to change it. "Alright, what do we want to do first? You said you wanted to lose weight and gain some muscle, right? How about… we make you lose all your fat weight, and replace it with hard-earned muscle instead? Let's say you've been working out your whole life, with a big focus on just building up muscle. And let's have it make you shirtless too, so we can see what we're working with," your friend said eagerly as he hit enter.

As the AI began to generate a new image of yourself, you began to feel a strange, tingling sensation in yourself. It was slow and subtle, just a warmth that was spreading from your chest. A soft grunt slipped from your lips as you watched the changed image load in bit by bit. The image on the screen was the ideal body type that you had been wanting all this time. In the image, you saw the firm muscles jutting from your body, and all the fat seemed to have melted away. Instead of the image you had of yourself, the generated result was something far more reminiscent of those cocky fitness influencers you spent so much time scrolling through. You wanted to admire the enticing image a little longer. Still, your thoughts were distracted by the soft yet audible ripping of some clothes.

There was a tightness that surrounded your body, making your brows knit together in confusion. You had just bought this shirt specifically because of how loose and comfy it felt, so why did the sleeves and neckline cling so tightly to your skin? Glancing away from the video call, you glanced down at yourself to only be greeted by a swelling body beneath the fabric. A soft gasp slipped out of your lips as you watched two heaving mounds rise up under your shirt, like two loaves of bread rising up in the oven. A pulsing heat ran up and down your body once more, causing you to shudder in surprise. What was going on?

Your quiet exploration of yourself was interrupted by the sound of your friend tapping away on his keyboard on the other end of the call, clearly focused on the new toy he got for the holidays instead of whatever was happening to you. "Hey, that's not too bad! Looking pretty good there, man. Like you spent your whole life working out at the gym instead of reading books and being a shut-in," he teased as he began typing that out. It was strange; there was a part of you that wanted to question why he was even typing out those specifics. The AI didn't need to know random things like that if it was just generating an image. But your friend seemed far too engrossed in typing out whatever he pleased now.

"What if I made you like, one of those cocky, jock influencers? You know, the ones that get all those clothing sponsorships and stuff? I bet this could generate an image of your fit body in some tight athletic wear. Showing it off like a model or some thirst trapper on social media," your friend continued as he hit enter on his request.

A flood of new memories began to pour into your head as you fell forward onto your keyboard with a low grunt. Whatever was causing your body to swell up was indeed accelerating at this point, and you watched as your arms hardened with thick cords of muscle. It was clear that even without flexing, your biceps were forming prominent, mountainous peaks that stretched and strained the sleeves of your shirt. However, as your clothes began to rip and tear along with your morphing body, you watched in amazement as the fabric reshaped and reformulated into something skin-tight. The texture was more like a polyester-spandex blend, stretchy and accommodating to your bulging muscles.

Your previous hobbies began to slip away, and you could only recall memories of you heading to the gym and pumping iron as if your life depended on it. The repeated mantra in your brain was "No pain, no gain," and you found that you loved nothing more than the feeling of extra sore muscles from a long and hard pump. That and the strained flexes you did in the mirror to track your own progress. Your formerly meek and unconfident self was melting away into something more cocky and sure in yourself. After all, when you put in this much hard work to build up your body like this, who wouldn't want to look like you? You brought up one of your meaty hands to grope at your big muscle pec, squeezing it through the skin-tight outfit. Just the tentative squeeze drew out a low groan from you, and you found your puffy nipples enjoying the extra sensitivity as they rubbed against the fabric.

"H-Hahh… Hngh…” You muttered into the microphone as you raised your head up carefully. There was a part of you that felt like something was off, and that you were supposed to say something to your friend to stop him from doing any more strange prompts. But the other man hardly seemed bothered to glance up at the camera. Instead, he was preoccupied with drooling over the AI-generated image of you that looked oddly more and more like the person you were seeing in your own reflection. When you looked at the camera, you found yourself staring back at a rather handsome, chiseled visage. The man looked like you, if you spent most of your days out in the sun tanning instead. That, and if you could grow out a healthy smattering of facial hair. You brought one hand up to rub at the dark stubble, enjoying the prickly feeling as you flashed a pearly-white smile at yourself. Of course, your fans always seemed to love the photos that you posted of yourself online whenever you let them get a taste of your hairy chest.

The inkling of fans made you stutter for a moment, and there was a flicker of uncertainty over the model-like face. But it was quickly shut off by the audible click of the other man tapping the enter button on his end of the keyboard. Staring at the typed input, your mouth dropped as you watched your friend type in a prompt about visualizing you with an extra fat butt that you loved showing off, making sure that people saw just how much work you put into developing your thick quads and glutes. The whole process was turning into something that was far beyond what you had signed up for, as this wasn't even part of the original request. But your attempts to protest were supplemented by the trailing warmth shifting down towards the lower half of your body. Your eyes moved down to see your legs beginning to pump up with extra pounds of muscle being packed on your shredded frame. "W-What the fuuuuuuck!?"

"I know, right? This engine can really do everything. I can't believe it'll even take requests like this!" The skimpy man on the other end of the call chattered away as he marveled at the generated image. The man on the screen certainly had a nice, plump bottom, dressing himself in very minimal clothes as he showed off some nice underwear. You forgot that the other man had added some context about being shirtless or whatever. Your brain was too busy catching up on the fact that you had raised up a couple of extra inches in your chair. Without even glancing behind yourself, you could immediately tell that the extra height was from the additional padding that came with your jiggling butt. Thoughts of men and women always complimenting your plump cheeks at the gym began to wriggle into your mind, becoming core memories, as you would always make jokes and smack your gym bros' bare bottoms in the showers. But no one could really compare to the fat rump that you had. Even the AI-generated image was lacking in that regard.

A slight smirk began to find its way onto your lips as your free hand slid down to feel up the veiny muscles of your quads and calves. Unlike other guys, you loved leg day in the gym. For one thing, you were powerful in that area. Still, then again, with a muscled body like yours, you excelled at everything physical. Still, you couldn't get enough of those jealous and envious stares from other dudes as you walked around, as you knew in the back of your mind that none of them could ever become as powerful as you. It was fun to entertain them, though, and fill their little heads with fantasies that they too could reach your level if they put in the effort and "hard work," like this little twerp that you hopped on the call with. You figured he was only here to catch a glimpse of your famed ass, even when the whole point was supposed to be some one-on-one coaching.

"A body like that, though… I mean, it's a shame that the AI-you isn't a pornstar or something," the nerd on the other side muttered to himself as he tapped away at his keyboard. You could barely make out what he was saying to himself now, only rolling your eyes as you heard something about "incredible stamina" and a "horse-sized cock." The whole point of this wasn't to draw up some weird fantasies or anything. You had only sent some photos of yourself to show him the before-and-after progress and get him on board. But the idea of him doing something weird and sexual to your god-body was rubbing you the wrong way. Clearing your throat, you cast a stony gaze at the camera in an attempt to grab the other man's attention.

"Yo, dude. I ain't about that sorta stuff. The whole point of this was to show you what progress looks liiii—"

Moans began to stumble out from your lips as you felt the pouch of your underwear become increasingly tight around your hefty package. What was something more average and normal began to swell and lengthen until it was truly an envy. Even without dropping your sweaty gym shorts, you could see the visible outline of your semi-hard cock pressed up against the fabric. Thoughts of tucking it away and finding ways to hide it so you weren't creating obscene scenes for people made their way to the forefront of your mind. People had complained about it before, but you never really gave it much thought.

Your balls swelled and pumped out an excess of testosterone, turning the hanging orbs into juicy hormone-pumping ball factories. Reaching down to pull down your shorts and underwear, you grunted as the veiny length twitched under your light touches. You let out a slow chuckle as you rubbed yourself, knowing that your heavy musk would linger on your fingers. The leaking droplets of precum were a nice replacement for lube as your thick fingers slipped along the underside of your swaying shaft. Even after a shower, it was hard to hide the heady and masculine scent that hovered around you as you passed by other people. Of course, with your side gig as an OnlyFans star, it was only natural that the guys at the gym would line up for a chance to have some time with you in the showers. The only reason you hadn't yet been kicked out for that big orgy of men worshipping your cock and muscles the other day was that the manager was too busy gagging away on your fat length while the owner was feasting on your puckered hole. All of you came up with a suitable arrangement after that.

At this point, you realized that the twerpy fan on the other end of the call had looked up from the screen he was too entranced with and was gaping at you. He was too busy saying something, but you couldn't focus on much else beyond how good it felt whenever you touched yourself. It was clear that he was pleasuring himself on the other end, with how his words stuttered, and his face became more flushed. But just before you could figure out why you were even talking to him, the watch on your wrist beeped.

"Sorry, dude, but it looks like our time's up," you said with a chuckle as you brought your arms up for a firm flex. You slid your underwear back on, making sure to tuck in your thick, lengthy cock against that stretched pouch. Smirking into the camera as you offered up another firm flex of your muscles, you make sure to wink and blow a kiss at your fan. "If you wanna chat with me again, you'll have to pay again for an extra session. Since you're such a dedicated sub of mine, though, maybe I'll mail you a special surprise of my underwear after I'm done with my workout today."

You grinned as you watched the skimpy man on the other side of the call moan needily. His face contorted on the call, and you could only guess that he had cummed inside his pants. Huffing in amusement, it was all par for the course for those horny, nerdy fans of yours. But it didn't matter much to you as you ended the call. They could never end up with a body like yours, no matter how hard they tried. Instead, it was better that they spent all their life savings worshipping a god like you, making sure that they funded the thirst-trapping, fitness influencer lifestyle you had worked so hard to achieve.

It really was a dream come true.

Griff took a picture of himself in the mirror. “Yeah that’s what I’m talking about !” He said as he loaded it to his Instagram. Griff loved to show off his body. He worked hard for it after all. All those years he was over weight and now he was fit after spending 7 days a week in a gym and under a strict diet. Griff packed up his gym bag and left gym365. He was walking out to his car when he got his first like on his photo. Looking at his phone he seen the little heart icon flicker and then a message pop up. When he was in his car he seen the message. “Looking good there! “. He chuckled. “Thanks bro! I’m looking really good today”. He put his car in gear and headed home right after hitting send. When he got home there was another message. “Yeah you are! You’d look even better if you just let yourself be who you are naturally though 😛”. What the hell did that mean ? He didn’t know what to say about that. He went to the bathroom and stripped. Getting his razor he started to trim his body hair. Griff couldn’t stand body hair. He preferred to be clean shaven all the time. Minus a little fuzz on the face. His phone chimes again. “Seriously. You should be yourself. Body hair and all! I bet you have a lot of that !” Griff didn’t know what to say. “Yeah. I don’t like it that’s why I shave it every day”. Before he even had a chance to respond. Another message came up. “How’s about we play a game. Well it’s more of an agreement really. I will make an offer. And if you agree. I’ll pay you for it. But each agreement stands as is. And can’t be changed. Deal?” Griff didn’t even know what to say. Agree to stuff and get money ? He did have loans and other bills he had to pay. Why not ? He could always use the money. And plus he would have to agree to the stuff in order to get paid. And if it’s too weird he will always just say no. “Alright deal. I can deal with some extra cash”. He waited for a reply. But one didn’t come. He put his phone in his pocket and we to get a shot of tequila. His phone rang for a message. “Alright great! So for 100 dollars you should have a couple drinks tonight. Let loose !” “Deal!” Griff said he was already going for another shot of tequila. Before he knew it he made $600. Each time surprised when he got a notification that his cash app has money deposited to it. The room was spinning and he went to text a friend. Telling them about this guy paying him money. “Yes!!” Was the response he sent when his friend messaged back asking if he was serious about this. His vision was blurring. And he was in the middle of sending a 😂 emoji when his phone dropped. More buzzing coming from his Instagram app. The next day Griff woke up around noon. He had fallen off the couch during the night of being passed out drunk. The screen of his phone cracked from where he landed on it. He managed to get up with great effort. The room was spinning. He grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket as he staggered to the bathroom. Blurry eyes. When he got to the bathroom I. The dark he ran some water. Splashed it on his face. And that’s when he felt it. Something wrong. He had small stubble before. But now it felt like a full on beard ! He turned the light on and looked in the mirror. And was shocked. “Whaaaaaat…”. He began to shout when he heard his phone buzz. His friend has messaged him. Asking if he was serious but his response wasn’t there. Instead his Instagram app buzzed again. Pulled it up he was shocked. He replied to a message that he meant to send to his friend. “I’ll continue to pay you if you let me have free reign over choices, life style habits…. In all just to have control”. And right below Griff responded “yes!” He looked at the mirror and seen his bearded face. The next message said “good deal. You will now have a full beard always”. “You have no done cardio EVER”. “You do not shave your body hair ever!” “You tan easily and get dark almost instantly in the sun” reading this Griff panicked.

He realized then that his hands and face were much darker than before. He took off his shirt. Body hair everywhere. Back. Torso. Shoulder. Everywhere he looked there was hair. His phone chimes again “you have nipple rings”. Pain caught his attention for a brief moment while both is his nipples were instantly pierced. Making them plump and sensitive. “Why are you doing ! Stop this please !” He sent. “A deal is a deal. And you agreed to this. You lift weights a lot and it shows”. His arms and chest began to bulk up his muscle. His abs getting firm. “Please no! This was an accident !” But the man didn’t pay attention to Griff. “You have an overpowering labido too. You’re always horny”. Griff almost collapsed in the bathroom as if felt like he was punched in the groin as he got instant blue ball. Dripping sex in his shorts. “You’re 100% Hispanic. Barely able to understand me”. Griffs mind rewrote itself. As his dna changed. He was joe fully Hispanic. Spanish his primary language and he only understood broken English. “Por favor!” He sent a message. “You’re a thick man now. No cardio and eating like a pig does that. At least the weight help firm that fat up!” His abs shook and instantly disappeared under a thick form layer of fat. His gut protruded into a firm jock gut. His pecs sagged slightly. But still firm from all the workouts he did. “You smell like a dirty gym sock even after showers !” Griffs nose instantly burned from the smell of Bo. A thick gold chain appeared his neck from the next message. “Alright. And your final payment. This will leave you at about 100k dollars. You’re my dumb Hispanic bear pool boy. Always wearing something skinny while your bear body is on show for everyone to see. A stinking Hispanic pool boy.” Everything around Griff changed. He was sitting at a pool side. His hairy legs and feet in the water. The smell of Bo and chlorine filling his nose. While his jock gut rest on his legs. He was so horny he couldn’t think straight. And the man walking toward him had a big grin on his face.

@willwritesagain

I have had my eyes on this guy for some time. He was a regular at the gym I had been set to live the rest of my afterlife in. Just three days into trying to turn my life around as an obese middle aged loser, I had suffered a cardiac arrest while using the treadmill. Since then, I’ve oggled at all kinds of men who still frequented the gym after my passing, all of them getting ahead of their health a I should have when I was alive. After so much time seeing macho guys working out and spying on them in the shower, my eyes happened upon him and I became obsessed 

See, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was in my youth. Same build, cute little face and beard, and a certain shyness to him that I found adorable. He would come in almost every day, working on his stamina and cardio, but the better days were when he would lift and I could begin to see the muscles hidden under neath his pudgier layer begin to emerge. Each day that I saw him, I could feel my lust for him growing. I was obsessed. I had to have him. 

One day while after what looked like an especially tiring workout, he walked back into the changing room alone. Even as a spirit, I felt as I could practically smell the musk which must have been permeating off of him. I tried my best to smell him, creeping closer, my translucent hands reaching out to play with his developing pecs. I went for a squeeze and my fingers fazed through him, but as they did, I could actually feel. He shivered in response and rubbed his arms in a feeble attempt to gain warmth. 

I felt something! For the first time in years I felt air pass through my fingertips. My hunger for more was insatiable and I lunged forward, hoping that my new assumptions would prove true. His body encased me and my entire essence was overwhelmed with new sensations. I could smell, I could feel, I could taste. But it was all darkness as I tried to adjust, fill my entire being inside of him. I felt him fall to the ground, but I stayed right in place. 

It was like I was putting on a suit. My legs slid down his meaty thighs and calves, my much pudgier arms felt constricted as even his more bulbous arms were tight around me. I began to pant, the pleasure of feeling all of him, hugging me like he was a warmth sheath. I felt a surge and it was like, my head was pushed through a tunnel. In mere seconds I felt a ringing in my ears and throbbing in my head as every sensation I hadn’t experienced in years all came at once. And then, it stopped. 

The pounding of noise became distant as it was replaced by overhead 80’s rock and the overwhelming sensation was become familiar. The ground beneath me was cold tile. I opened my eyes to see myself looking at the ground, and hands which did not belong to me were holding me up. I picked one up and turned it around in front of me, the familiarity of the meaty fingers and strong grip coming back to me. No fucking way…

I staggered up, looking down and seeing the black tank top I was desperate to smell only moments ago. Getting used to my footing, I fumbled as I stepped forward, finally finding my balance and rushing to the closest mirror. My eyes adjusted only for a moment to see the sexy face of my obsession looking back at me! His mouth was agape and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. I touched my chest, feeling the barrel chest which he had been working so hard for. He was so hairy under these clothes! 

I made a few faces in the mirror, astonished as he mimicked each one of them back at me. I laughed, caressing my new beard through my stolen hands. Holy shit! I possessed the guy! Why did I never think of doing this before? I ran my hands down my arms, feeling the biceps he had worked so hard on. My nose was close enough I could smell his musk seeping out. I lifted my arm and stuck my face straight into his furry pit, inhaling deeply. 

Fuck I missed the smell of this! His scent made my new cock tent in his workout shorts. Ooh, now that should have been the first thing I checked out. I grabbed it through the material, feeling his thick shift trying to break free of the confides of the fabric. I rubbed my hands along it, feeling it somehow grow even further. God damn, I missed this. The tingling of ecstasy shivered through me for the first time in ages. I had edged myself the point of completion when I heard voices entering the locker room. I reluctantly relinquished my grasp and walked back towards the lockers. 

As I passed by a couple of gym bros, I nodded to them. We made eye contact for a moment before one of them looked down and his eyes lingered on my shorts. I looked down and saw these were even tighter than I thought, the outline of my cock was pressed out in full display. Looking back at him, I winked and moved on, too eager to keep seeing what my new life had for me. 

I had been watching today and knew which locker he had used, even knew his combination. Opening up the locker, I found his backpack and ruffled through it until I found what I was looking for, his wallet. Undoing the leather casing, I found his license and finally had a name for the sexy son of a bitch: Barney Mathews. Well Barney, looks like there’s somebody new in control. There was a vibration from my pocket, I reached in and found his cell phone. The background was of him and another sexy little bear, the two of them sitting at a bench with an arch of flowers behind him. 

There was a text on the screen reading: “Can you pick up some milk on the way home babe?” 

I opened up the message and read through the history. This was Ryan, Barney’s boyfriend. Apparently they had been dating some time and I could get a small glimpse of their lives together. Barney was a sweetheart, always being affectionate, saying his “I love you’s”, reassuring Ryan things would be okay when he was anxious. I was in love, there’s no way I was going to let Barney go now. But, maybe we could make some adjustments; improvements if you will. 

I went back to the message and sent Ryan a quick one back, letting him know I’d take care of things but would be back a little late. I knew that there was a quick stop I wanted to make before I came home to my new boyfriend. 

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Driving was easier than I thought it would be after so much time not being behind a wheel, it was like riding a bike. I knew before I made it back to my new home, I wanted to stop by an old stomping ground of mine. The city had a fetish shop which drew in gay men like flies to honey. I had been there a handful of times to buy some toys, but I always felt out of place. The staff was nice enough, but it was clear the clientele was for a younger and more attractive type. Now, I was both. 

I stepped foot inside, hearing the ring of the bell which I had come to miss after so long without it. There was a cute little twunk behind the counter, flipping through a magazine, his attention directed to the bell once I walked in. I saw an eyebrow raise as he eyed me up, my new confidence making me stand far taller and broader than I ever observed Barney being. 

“Welcome, anything I can help you with?” He asked, dog earring the magazine. I sauntered to the counter and put my hands down, making sure to flex my new biceps at him. 

“Actually, I’m looking for a quick revamp of my wardrobe,” I told him, looking at the wall behind him. On it was an array of jocks, leather shorts, vests, caps, you name it. If it held any inclination to a kink, it was there. 

“I think I can help with that,” he said, his gaze fixated on my arms and chest. “What exactly are you looking for?” I rapped my fingers on the glass counter. 

“Leather,” I told him. “I wanna shine, smell like a Harley, and be ready for anything.” He clicked his tongue and pulled reached up to a harness on the wall. His shirt lifted and I could see just above the waistband of his jeans the jock he had on. He took a little longer than necessary to grab what he was reaching for, his lower body swaying as he did so. He peaked over his shoulder and smirked, finally holding the harness. 

“I think this should fit you,” he said, placing it on the counter. I reached out and traced my finger over the leather, the metal studs were cool and sent a shiver down my arm. 

“And if you wanted anything in the same vein,” he continued. “That section right over there is perfect.” He pointed out the far wall, where racks of leather clothes were displayed. 

“Thanks,” I told him. “You going to be where I leave you if I need anything?” He nodded. 

“Always happy to help,” he replied, slinking back. I grabbed the harness and walked back to the section he had pointed out. I passed through the aisles of clothes, my fingers running across the rows of leather as the intoxicating smell wafted through my new nostrils. God I missed the feel of the fabric, I was a huge fan in my old life, but never found anything that fit my massive frame. Here, I could see myself being a solid XXL, which looks like they were right about… here. 

I reached the end of the rack and found a whole array of clothes my new size. Shirts, vests, shorts, you name it. I licked my lips, my cock bulging out as I thought of playing dress up as Barney. I pulled a few items from the rack; a pair of pants, shirt, vest, shorts and finally a nice little hat to finish the look. I remembered where the changing room was located and made my way there, looking at the hunk behind the counter, who eyed my hungrily as I walked into the small room. 

I immediately stripped down, my cock bouncing out from under the musky gym shorts. Now that I was naked for the first time as Barney, I began to grope myself. My hands exploring every inch of his sexy chubby body. My squeezed his tits, twisting his nipples as shivers traveled down my spine. I watched myself in the mirror as I made Barney whimper, his new owner flush with eroticism. I opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, as if I was begging for cum to coat my throat. I didn’t even dare touch my cock, wanting to save every pump of my load for my new boyfriend. 

With my heart pounding with lust, I picked up the harness given to me by the clerk, a new vest and leather shorts. I slipped them on, the shorts especially clinging to my meaty thighs. Once I fitted the harness and threw on the vest, I looked once more at the mirror and whistled to myself. Fuck Barney… If only you knew how fucking sexy you were. I bet you never even thought about wearing one item of this attire. I was about to grope my cock even more when I heard a knock at the door. 

“How’s it going in there?” The familiar ring of the clerk’s voice called out. I opened the door and raised leaned with one arm against the doorframe. His eyes bulged for a quick moment before clearing his throat. 

“I saw you walk back with your goodies and couldn’t let you try those on without adding these to the getup,” he said. I looked down to see him holding a pair of army boots. Perfect….

“You have good taste,” I told him. “You sure those going to fit on me?” He shrugged. 

“I’m pretty good at guessing a man’s size. Thought you’d need something a little bigger,” he said, glancing down at my bulge. I twitched it for him, winking at him. 

“Let’s see how good you are then,” I told him. There was a small bench in the room, I sat on it as he closed the door behind him. He knelt down, grabbing my right foot as he did so. Holding it up, he slid the boot on, biting his bottom lip as he did so. Once my heel slipped into the sole of the boot, it felt like a perfect fit. I lifted it up and pressed it against his sculpted jawline, pushing his face slightly to the side to get a better look at him. 

“Looks like you know what you’re doing after all,” I told him. He smirked and stuck his tongue out, licking the top of the boot and sliding it down until he reached my ankle. 

“You don’t even know the half of it,” he responded. I smirked and laid back, my back resting against the wall. 

“Get to it then,” I ordered him. 

He was quick to get the other boot on, sliding my foot in place just right once more. He was leaning forward, pushing my toe further into place. As he did so, his face grew further and further closer to my crotch, where the smell of my musk permeated through the leather. I took my leg and cradled it gently behind his neck, pulling him closer until his lips were pressed against my balls. He inhaled deeply and sighed, then proceeded to lap his tongue across the leather. I pressed my leg agains him further, pressing his whole face in between my thighs, forcing him to only smell me. His hands traveled across my hairy thighs and groped at them. I couldn’t wait any more, I need to actually feel my cock inside of something. As if he had read my mind, he pulled my shorts down and freed my dick, it springing out and revealing the small pool of precum it had accumulated. 

His lips wrapped around the head, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth. My shaft glided past his lips and slithered to the back of his throat. He never even winced, taking the whole cock like a champ. I threw my head back and moaned, relishing in my first blowjob in at least a decade. I freed him from my leg’s grasp and let him take over. He bobbed his head up and down, the gathering of saliva around the base of my cock pooled over and dribbled down my leg. I gritted my teeth and clenched at the bench, it was becoming too much for me to hold back. 

“Fuck boy, I’m cumming!” I yelled out. He picked up the speed until the rush of adrenaline released and spurt after spurt of cum pumped out of me. With each load I gave him, it flowed down his throat as he swallowed every last drop. I was breathing heavily as I regained my senses. Looking down, I saw the clerk relinquish my dick and lick his lips. With a smile, he dropped his arms up on my knees. 

“Now, will that be cash or charge?” He asked. 

I found my way to Barney’s apartment thanks to his ID and thankfully it was the same one listed. I had already given myself a tour, admiring the decor which he and Ryan had accumulated over the years. He had texted me back just as I finished my little stint at the shop, stating he would be home within the hour. That gave me just enough time to set up the goodies I had bought for a real fun night together. 

I changed into the leather shirt, hat, gloves, and pants which I had acquired. I rubbed my new belly as it was strained against the leather shirt, feeling the taught belly react to my fingers tracing themselves over it. I had heard the door unlock and I smiled, eager to begin our night. 

“Babe? You home?” Ryan called out. He closed the door behind him. He set something on the kitchen counter by the front door and paused, he must be reading the note I left him telling him to enter the bedroom. I could hear him chuckle. 

“Okay….? What’s going on?” He called out. I heard the foot steps and the door opened. I had placed candles around the bedroom, drew the curtains and allowed for only the light from the flames give any glimmer of sight. As he looked around the room, he saw me, arms folded, flexing my biceps and forearms at him, tilting my head and giving him a cock eyed grin. 

“What is all this?” He asked with a nervous laugh. 

“This,” I told him, “Is my little treat to you.” He looked amused, uneasy, and inquisitive. He stepped closer, closing the door behind him, removing any outside light that would impede on the atmosphere I had set up. 

“You know,” he said, “All I asked for you to get on your way home was milk.” 

“Forgot the milk,” I told him. I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in. “But I made sure to bring plenty of cream,” I growled. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue ensnaring his. He did little to fight back, submitting to me almost instantly. He body sunk a little, his inhibitions drifting away. When I pulled away, he looked gob smacked. 

“Wow babe, what’s gotten into you?” He asked. His glasses had fogged up from my breath trailing down his face. 

“Just decided to have a little fun,” I told him. I removed his glasses and tossed them to the side. “Now, let’s get to playing.” I grabbed at the buttons of his shirt and ripped them apart, revealing his furry chubby body. He was just as sexy as Barney and it drove me wild. I leaned down, clamping one of his nipples with my teeth and nibbling at them. Ryan moaned and fell back, but I was quick to get one of my gloved hands on his lower back to hold him steady. He shivered from the touch, but did nothing to pull away from me. 

I released his nipple and trailed my tongue down from his chest to his belly, kissing around it and admiring every edge of him. I was quick to undo his belt, the top fly of his jeans, but took my time unzipping his fly, feeling each of the teeth on it release as I pulled the line down. 

“Oh my god babe, you’ve never done it like this before,” he said, chuckling. I didn’t bother to respond, but chose to take both hands, wrap them around his waistband, and yank his jeans down. His cock was only chubbing, leaving so much room still for growth. I took notes from the hunk at the leather shop, slowly running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the flow of blood as it flowed into his cock. He moaned, my tongue lathering up his dick before making it shine in the light casted upon it from the flames. The flickering of his shaft’s shadow flashed across my face as my eyes began to gaze upon it hungrily. 

I cupped his balls in my hands, fondling them and let the leather caress them as they grew more taught in the cool hide. I looked up at him, his eyes begin to overtake with lust as I scooped his dick into my open mouth. I could feel it pulse as each inch began to grow inside of me. It took only a few seconds for him to become rock hard and I was pushing its head to the back of my throat. I refused to gag, to let him see any weakness in me. 

My lips reached the base of his dick, the smell of the day permeated and mingled with the intoxicating aroma of the leather. I pulled his cock in and out of my mouth, savoring the taste of my new boyfriend as the rumbles of pleasure escaped from his chest. I could feel his dick becoming stick as a rock and knew that if I kept this up, the fun would be over before I was even close to being done. I let it slip out from between my lips and sat up, pulling him in to kiss him. He fought back this time, his tongue wrestling with mine. But I had too much control and made him submit to me once more. When I pulled away, I bit into his lip softly and pulled it. I let go and growled. 

“On the bed,” I commanded. He was such an adorable submissive boy. He crawled on top of the sheet and laid back, awaiting my next command. 

“Now, for your next surprise,” I said. I pulled out the ropes I had hid under the bed. His eyes grew and I could see the familiar trace of fear cross his face. 

“Is that rope?” He asked. I smiled and nodded. He swallowed nervously. “We uhhh.. we never have done anything like that.” I untethered the rope and began tying a knot on one of the bed posts. 

“First time for everything,” is all I responded with. I tugged at the finished knot. Holding out a hand, I was at least giving him the courtesy of choosing to go on. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave me his hand. 

“Good boy,” I told him. I took his hand, lovingly tying the top around his wrist, making sure to not make it too tight on him. I pulled at it once I had finished.

“Comfy?” I asked him. He nodded. Making my way to the other side of the bed, I did the same thing for his left hand. When it was completed, I took a step back and admired the cute bearded cubby, restrained and waiting for whatever I had next in store for him. I crawled on the bed myself, the springs squeaking in protest. I was on top of him now, the dim lighting being just enough to see the flicker of fire in his eyes. I kissed him once more and began to fell him up. The leather from the gloves touched every inch of his body, making him whimper. 

He pulled at the ropes, his own arms flexing in the candlelight. I teased him further, lightly touching every part of his body I could find, making a mental note of where I wanted to play with him next. I licked my hand, the leather tracing itself on my tongue. It was just lathered enough to glide across his still slimy cock, pumping up and down, teasing him as he pulled harder on his restraints. 

“Fuck babe….” He moaned, his teeth gritting from the sensation. I picked up the pace, his arms were going more wild as he pulled on the ropes, desperate to react however he could to my pull. 

“Fuck.. I’m close,” he said. It was my cue to let go and watch his cock bounce, desperately trying to regain my touch. He laughed and groaned out. 

“You’re an asshole,” he told me, growling and baring his teeth. I cooed, tutting in response. 

“Now that wasn’t very nice. Looks like I need to show you who’s boss,” I said. I crawled back and stood at the edge of the bed on my knees, cradled in between his legs. Unzipping the front of my pants, I unleashed my dick, which I had encased the base in a leather cock ring. Looking down, I let a trail of saliva hang from my mouth and drip up on. My hand was quick to apply to spit, lathering up my cock in anticipation. 

“You ready baby?” I asked him. He seemed more scared than ever. 

“Well I mean,” he said, unsure. “I haven’t really bottomed for you in what, two years? You said you really didn’t like it.” I shrugged, positioning my cock right by his hole. 

“Let’s just see where this takes us,” I told him. He didn’t give me any further signs of protest, but slunk back further into the pillows. Positioning his legs up on my shoulders, I toyed with his hole, the head of my cock begging for insertion. I applied pressure softly as he moaned, his restraints being pulled on once more. After some effort, the head slid in. He threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaning like a bitch. 

“FUCK!” He yelled out. I let my dick rest for a second before pushing on. Slowly, more of me entered him. He moans grew loader as I disappeared further. He was so god damn tight! Probably hadn’t had his ass played with at all in those two years. I couldn’t take it so slow any more and pushed the rest of myself inside. I had reached the base of my cock when I could see him panting, his breathing picking up as I moaned in unison. 

“That’s it boy!” I yelled out to him. “You feel so good for daddy.” He looked back at me with an eyebrow raised. 

“Daddy?” He managed to pant out, exasperated. ‘You’ve never-“ I pulled out and pushed myself back in deep, cutting him off as he moaned. I could feel my cock hitting his prostate, massaging it as each vein glided past it. I kept a steady rhythm up as I pushed myself back and forth. He groaned with each hit of the shaft passing through his hole. The slap of the leather hitting his thighs became rhythmic and only increased in tempo as I picked up the speed. I was practically jack hammering him now, I could feel the sweat building underneath my leather suit. 

“Fuck baaaaabe!” He moaned out. His hands were turning as red as his face as he pulled full force on my knots. Sweat was dripping from me and splaying on his jiggling belly. Each hit of my cock against his hole let to a ripple affect across his chubby body, only making me more aroused. The knowledge that this could be my new life, my new kinky little boyfriend, seeing him become my bitch. It was becoming too much for me to handle. 

“Fuck babe, I’m cumming!” I yelled out. He looked back at me in submission and snarled his teeth. 

“Cum for me baby, cum in me!” He yelled back. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pushed my cock as far fucking deep as I could, the color draining from my face as I reached climax. Even with my detour earlier, I could feel pump after pump of cum as I seeded my new boy’s hole. I coated him, spreading my cum  and claiming him as mine. 

I was panting, my cock still inside of him and releasing whatever load was left. I came to my senses and looked down at my work. Ryan was panting just as hard a I was, with a trail of cum splattered on his belly, trailing up to his furry chest. 

“Damn, you make this mess?” I asked him playfully. He smiled and dropped his arms as far as they could, given their restriction. 

“I’ve… never cum hands free before,” he said in between breaths. He looked down and saw the scene which I had built for us. “What has gotten into you?” He asked. I pulled myself back, letting my dick flop messily against my fly. 

My Uncle Rob here was a homophobic, stuck-up asshole who loved to call me a faggot, pussy, or a wimp. He especially loved to rub in how less of a man I was compared to him. Like how I had no big muscles, hairy chest, or were as tall as him. Every time we met during our family reunions he would flex his thick hairy biceps in front of me and say things like:

“Betcha you wished you looked like this!” or “You’ll never get a real man like me…”

He was right though. I did wish I had a body like his, and it would be a lie to say that most of my wet dreams and fantasies were about him… Sometimes I would imagine waking up in bed next to him and nuzzle my face into his hairy chest and musky armpits, other times I would imagine myself actually being INSIDE his body. Walk around with his hairy thick legs, scratch my wonderfully bearded face, and rub his furry body till I shot his load all over the fur on his stomach. Those were just dreams though…

…Until my 18th birthday, when I finally received my family ability!

Apparently every member of my family received a special ability when they turned eighteen. Some were more powerful than others, and some only worked together with other abilities from our family. Like how my mom could make trees grow instantaneously, but only from mud and earth that my dad created.

Well, in my case I woke up on my birthday with a ringing headache and a voice inside my head telling my I had gained the ability of “Body Swapping”. I don’t know if the choice of abilities were influenced by the user’s desires, but it sure seemed like it for me. After all, I only had one thing in mind: to swap my body with my Uncle Rob’s.

And that’s exactly what I did. When my family gathered to celebrate my birthday, I waited with anticipation until Rob arrived. As usual, he arrived late in his pick-up truck which he would constantly gloat about how he had perfectly refurbished. The entire afternoon he spent his time talking to my other uncles, while I sat and pretended to play with my younger cousins. All the time though, I had my eyes glued to him, or well specifically - his sexy body.

It wasn’t until the end of the party that I watched him leave the crowd and went to the bathroom. That’s when I followed him. I waited outside the door of the restroom until I heard him flush, and stood right in front of him when he opened the door. He was surprised to see me, but then went back to his douchey way of talking to me with a smirk on his face.

“Hey lil’ nephew! How’s your birthday? Betcha you got a lot of pussy today, didn’t ya? Oh right, you don’t do that. Silly me. Anyways, means you got your ability now, am I right? What is it? Let me guess, you can summon butterflies or something.. no, scratch that. Small ugly bugs seems to fit you better.” He’d sneer at me. Talking to me without holding anything back.

But it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t, not after I activated my ability and swapped my body with him.

“You now what Uncle Rob, you might be a real man and have this amazingly hairy and big body, I’ll give you that. But you’re wrong in so many other ways. For example, how I’ll never get a real man and or look anything like you. Well, guess what? I’ll be getting myself a real man’s body and look exactly like you!” With that said I grabbed hold of his hairy rugged hands and clenched my eyes shut. I focused all my energy inside myself and felt it shot out of my chest and straight into Uncle Rob’s. A body can’t handle so much energy, so I felt it shoot out his energy and into my old skinny body.

When I opened my eyes again, everything felt so weird and different. My hands were so big and rugged, my arms so thick and hairy, and my face itched constantly. And then I caught it, that smell. Uncle Rob’s deep musky scent. It was oozing from every orifice of my new body, constantly surrounding me and drowning me in it. A few of the girls in my family would look at him in disgust whenever he walk by, but I would always turn my head towards him, hoping to catch the trail left behind by his deep scent. And now I was inside it, the very epicenter of it! I couldn’t help but reach my thick arm up and turn my head towards my armpit, almost pushing my face into it while inhaling deeply.

“Oh FUuUUuuuUUUUUckkkk…..” I moaned deeply with my uncle’s gruff voice. The scent, his scent, my scent, was strongest here, which left my absolutely speechless. I felt my uncle’s member in my pants instantly harden, and painfully being restrained by the jeans he had decided to wear today. My other hand found itself quickly reaching down and slipping inside of the jeans, wrapping its rugged textures around the hardened member. It was so huge, and so incredibly fat! I found myself squeezing it while groaning loudly.

Hearing another groan in front of me brought me back to my senses though. Uncle Rob was coming back to his senses, as he was rubbing his temples and wiping his eyes. I just realized the repercussions of this situation, of finding me inside his body, sniffing his smelly armpits and stroking his fat cock. He was going to kill me! Or worst, use his own ability on me!

You see, Uncle Rob here had the ability to completely “Lock” someone’s ability from being used against him. Though it did not have any real-life practical use, it did mean he was invincible in our family of super-powered beings. Hence why he is always so narcissistic and rude. No one could touch him. My mom’s plants would refuse to go near him, and my older cousin who could turn boulder’s into gravel with one punch couldn’t even put a scratch on him. That’s how strong his ability was! And if he decided to use it on me after we swapped back, then I’d never get to swap with him again! I’d lose access to this wonderfully hairy and musky body, and have to go back to always day-dreaming about it instead… never to touch it ever again…

No! I couldn’t live with that! This body was too amazing to lose! I had to stop my uncle from using his ability and locking my body swapping ability against him, no matter what! That’s when an thought came to me…

We had always speculated that the abilities had to do with the maturity of the body. Especially since the family member always had to turn eighteen before it “awakened”. If that really were the case then, that would also mean the abilities not only grew with the body… but stayed with the body as well…

In that case, that meant I now had Uncle Rob’s “Locking” ability, and not my own “Body Swapping” one. He was the one that could switch our bodies back and ruin all my fun. To take this body back and all its hairiness away from me! It made me panic! Fearing he would realize my ability, swap us back, and lock me out of ever using it on him again, I decided to take the initiative. I thought to myself: “if he got my ability, then maybe I got his! I can lock him from using the body swapping powers on me!” 

So, clenching my eyes shut, I imagined what using the “Locking” powers entitled, and focused hard on my former self. It took only a few seconds, until finally a sort of click sound echoed inside my head. I realized I had done it! I had permanently locked Uncle Rob from ever using my own ability against me again!

“Try switching our bodies back now, you asshole! I locked you out!” I happily said out loud to poke at him, as the fat cock in my pants pulsated slightly.

There was a look of sheer terror and confusion on my Uncle’s new face as he finally collected himself enough and looked up to see his own big burly body inhaling its musk and pawing at itself. A look that soon turned into one of fear and anxiety as he realized what I had just said.

“Y-you did what?! You know how my ability works!! Any ability I lock is permanent! Permanent, you hear?! Oh god, what have you done…” He shook his head devastatingly, as he began walking around me restlessly.

It wasn’t until after he said that I realized what that meant… I had trapped myself inside my Uncle Rob’s hairy, thick, mature body, possible for the rest of my life! We even had him try using the body swapping ability on me again, but he said the energy he sent out simply bounced of me. As if a barrier refused to let his energy invade me, or a shell prevented my energy from leaving this body. It was true. I was really stuck, in Uncle Rob’s furry body. Permanently!

Yet somehow… I didn’t mind. Sure, I lost about thirty years of my life, and I could no longer swap bodies with people. A brand new amazing ability I just received, traded away for my uncle’s mediocre one. But I gained Uncle Rob’s amazing body. His thick meaty muscles, his furry chest and stomach, his sexy bearded face, and most of all, his wonderfully deep musk. I wouldn’t trade any of it away, not now and not ever. I could just burrow my face into those lush armpits and let myself be swept away until oblivion.

And that’s exactly what I did. After the birthday party ended and I watched the rest of my family leave, I gave Uncle Rob in my former skinny body a big bear hug and reassured him everything would be fine. Then, starting his ole’ trusty pick-up truck, I drove for an hour or so until I arrived at the outskirts of a forest. Seeing that there was literally no people or cars around, I immediately tore off all my clothes and laid spread out with my hairy legs on top of the car front. Angling the rear mirror so it was facing down towards me, I looked into the mirror to see my entire upper self inside it.

With pride and joy that this body was all mine now, I began to feel and explore all that it had to give me. I hungrily lapped up every inch of my hairy armpits, squeezed my soft yet firm stomach adorned with fur, and finally wrapped my large rugged hands around my even larger manhood. The thickness of it in my hand, the sensation it sent coursing through my body, and the smell emanating from it every time the skin was pulled down… I loved every single second of it. And it was literal heaven when I finally exploded all over my furry chest, the leather seats, and even on top of the glass. And then I did it again. And again.. And again…

By the time I drove home to Uncle Rob’s apartment, the entire car was drenched in the stench of sex and my strong musk. Exactly how I wanted it.

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Life as my Uncle Rob was really good.

And as I joyously found out a few years later, Uncle Rob’s “Locking” ability hadn’t fully developed yet. When my physical body turned 50, that’s when it did. And the ability turned out to be incredibly powerful. Capable of “locking” some very interesting “nonphysical” matter in the state they were in.

I first discovered it one day after returning back home from Rob’s construction work and almost refusing to take a shower because I loved how my body smelled. I wanted the scent to stay on me like this forever, no matter how much I showered. And suddenly a loud click was heard in my head. And lo and behold, no matter how many times I showered, or what kind of body wash I used, I always smelled just like that day. I had literally locked that “sense of smell” onto my burly body for good.

As I realized this growth of Uncle Rob’s mediocre ability, now being my life-changing ability, so many possibilities opened up. Locking my “stamina” so I could work all day, locking my “metabolism” so I always stayed kind of the same shape, and locking my good “relationship” with my boss. And then I realized the true power of it; I locked my age and health.

It’s been over two years now, and my body haven’t aged one bit. I was still just as furry, thick, and smelly as the day I took this body of my Uncle Rob’s hands. I haven’t gotten ill either, even when most of colleagues ended up with some kind of contagious influenza at work. At this point I have realized that in a way I was… immortal…

The thought of that should’ve been enough for me… but it wasn’t. There was one last thing I wanted to try out. And I know I should be more careful since everything I lock is permanent, but I just have to try. You see, I haven’t masturbated in over seven days now, and today is the day five years ago that I ended up in this perfect body. I’m going to recall that moment I woke up in this body, while inhaling my own musk and jerking myself off in front of the mirror. And right when I experience that earth-shattering orgasm… I’m going to lock it.

For the rest of eternity, I’ll be wearing my Uncle Rob’s sexy furry immortal body… and being permanently locked in an never-ending cycle of bliss and orgasm…

I love being Uncle Rob, and his sexy furry body and crazy ability will be mine forever and always. Quite literally.