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.

As you opened the last of your gifts, you were surprised to see one final box tucked in the back behind the tree. You didn’t remember getting a gift from anyone else, and when you looked over the strange box, there was no sender's name on the tag. It seemed innocuous enough, and it was a holiday gift addressed to you. It would be a waste not to open it!

Ripping through the wrapping paper, you found an ornate, wooden box. It looked expensive and old, something that definitely stood out among the other gifts you received. Carefully opening up the box, you were surprised to see a fancy lamp tucked inside. The lamp looked used, but the wear and tear on it did not detract from the elaborate and decorated designs on the side of the golden container. There were blood rubies along the handle that could likely gleam in the light if you spent some time cleaning off the sand and dirt. It looked like something that belonged in a museum, and for a moment, you wondered if this was really something you should own.

However, when you picked up the lamp, you were startled by an outpouring of blue and gold smoke. The fog billowed out from the spout of the lamp, filling up the room with far more of those acrid fumes than the lamp could have contained. Coughing roughly from the gas, you waved your hands around in an attempt to clear out the space so you could see clearly. As the smoke began to dissipate, you focused on the imposing figure hovering before your very eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the smoky figure began to speak to you, introducing itself as a genie.

“You have freed me from my prison, Master,” the genie rumbled lowly. The voice was low and gravelly, an archaic voice that stroked the back of your mind as the spirit spoke. It was an auditory experience, making the hairs on the back of your hand stand up as you listened to the genie. The deep, vibrating tone made your knees tremble to the point where you had to cling to the countertop to support yourself. The spirit was large, overwhelming to the point where if the genie had a physical, tangible body, it could easily overpower you with a flick of its hand.

“Allow me to show you my gratitude for freeing me. Whatever you wish, Master, I shall grant within my powers,” the genie murmured. The spirit bowed, showing reverence and respect. There was a moment where you caught a glimpse of a light twinkle in the other’s eyes, although you did not give it much weight. It must have been a trick of the light, though, as you rationalized it for yourself. The whole experience was far beyond what you could have even imagined when you touched the antique lamp. Someone of mythical renown possessing powerful, magical abilities? Someone willing to do as you wish, without asking any questions? You couldn’t help but grin at the implications, your mind racing with all the possibilities.

The genie, waiting patiently for your instruction, slowly raised its head to look at you with curious eyes. “Forgive this servant for speaking out of turn, Master. But it seems you have many wishes. Perhaps, if you would allow me, I shall enable three of your deepest desires,” the genie mused.

With a slow nod of your head, the genie hummed with delight at the granted freedom. The spirit’s eyes began to glow a golden hue, a soft chant spilling from their lips as a warm light began to envelop your body.

“My Master is strong. Big. Larger than every man in the room,” the spirit rumbled as the ancient magic began to seep into your body. “No one is bigger than him, no one has more power than him.”

A soft groan spilled from your lips before you even realized what was happening. There was a burning sensation that ran through your body, as if every bone and muscle was worked over again and again. You felt like you had run a marathon, done five workouts, and played in every possible sports tournament all at once. Doubling over from the flashes of pain, you pant heavily as you cry out from the feeling. But just as quickly as the magic overtook your body with pain, you also felt a flush of pleasure shooting through you. It started from your crotch, but quickly spread, until your toes were curling in on themselves and your fingertips tingled with a newfound sensitivity. 

Gasping as you heard a low, ripping sound, you managed to glance down to see your body explode with muscle. Whatever clothes you had on before were stretched to their limits, and the tears and rips in the fabric told you that it could not hold your body back. With each breath you took, it felt like your body swelled up more and more. “W-Wai–” you groaned as you eyed your thickening biceps. There was a sense of power that felt novel to you, as if you could easily crush someone’s head between your forearms with just a single flex. You pant heavily, saliva dripping from your lips as you greedily feast on the growing changes. It was as if someone had attached a hose to your body, inflating you up like a balloon full of air. But a single, simple poke with your thickening fingers confirmed that it was just hard, thick muscle.

Another moan spilled out as you continued groping and squeezing at your body. Your hands blew up to the size of baseball mitts, gloves large enough to palm someone’s face and hold them at bay if you wished. Your fingers fattened up from slim, slender digits into thick, meaty sausages. You smirk at the sight, already chuckling at the idea of your finger slipping into a tight hole and making someone else mewl with need. Dragging your hands over your swelling body, you find yourself naturally cupping your jiggling bosom, only chuckling lowly at the heavy weight that came with squeezing your fat, muscular tits.

Your thumb flicked over your puffy nipples, and you didn’t hold your moans back as your fingertips tweaked at the sensitive areolas. Shuddering with need, you eagerly feasted your eyes on the other changes happening over your body. Barely able to see past the thick, juicy mounds of your pecs, you push down on your bouncing breast to witness the fiery burning sensation on your stomach. And before your very eyes, you saw six distinct, carved bumps form on your stomach. They bubbled up to the surface, pulling your skin taut over the curves and ridges that came from your new abs. One hand dropped down to trace over the ridges carefully, your cock twitching at the smooth bumps beneath your fingertips. It had always been a dream of yours to have a six-pack this defined, and now it had happened in just a mere second. Between the light, glancing touches, you watched as a firm V-line began to carve itself into your skin. It offered up clear, distinct lines pointing down towards your crotch, the envy of any man if they pulled their pants down low enough.

Following the growing changes, your other hand slipped down to wrap a firm grip around your cock. With your juicy chest obstructing your view, you resolved to touch yourself as you rode out the waves of magical pleasure. Even if you were not able to witness it, you could feel the changes beginning to cause your cock to swell. Despite already being rock hard from the muscular changes you saw before, your cock continued to lengthen and swell up, as though it was only half-chubbed. You shuddered from the delightful feeling, your eyes rolling back as the girth of your member thickens significantly. What was easily dwarfed in just one of your meaty paws quickly grew to a sizeable weapon, packed between your thighs. You let both of your hands fall to grope and stroke at the lengthening pipe, needing both to help support the weight of your fat dick. Moaning as your fingertips teased along the underside of your cock, you grunt as you feel your flared cockhead burp out a few droplets of precum. The slick, sticky feeling coated your fingertips, providing additional lubrication to the otherwise warm friction between your hands and the girthy pipe. 

You heard the wet splurts of precum dripping down onto the floor and along the insides of your thighs. And while you figured you would have a messy cleanup afterwards, you weren’t bothered in the slightest. The cummy mess was all worth it if the genie was granting your deepest desires to become big and muscular, and hot. As if confirming your true desires, your legs began to thicken and swell up in turn. Your thighs felt fuller than you remembered, and when you felt the inner thighs rub against each other, you could already see your future of waddling around like the big, beefy man you were always meant to be. Lines of muscle became more defined beneath your skin, with massive quads and diamond-hard calves that screamed of all the power contained in your lower half. When your feet burst out from your socks, you could only groan with relief at the unrestricted feeling. You wiggled your freed toes, enjoying the feeling of upgrading your shoe size as you positioned yourself into a firm and steady stance to maintain your balance. When you shifted your weight around, you felt heavy and dense, like years of muscle and growth were packed into your compact frame.

As if hearing this slight concern of yours, the genie’s eyes glimmered, and it snapped its fingers once more. All of a sudden, your spine began to crack and lengthen, stretching you out until you gained several more inches. The new vantage point was dizzying, and your muscular arms shot out to steady yourself with the countertop as you towered over the smoky entity. Staring down at the genie, you realized you had a better view of your muscular frame, and the added inches certainly helped add to the intimidating, overpowering aura you had always hoped for.

“My Master’s second wish shall proceed as such. He shall have all the power and masculinity that is befitting for someone of his size, and he will show this through a thick fur coat and a pelt damp with his sweat and musk,” the spirit continued as it gazed back up at you with a glimmer of satisfaction in its eyes. 

Before you had the chance to stop the genie or ask him what was going on, another wave of magic pulsed straight through your body. This time, it seemed primarily centered on your balls, and you could only grunt in surprise as you felt the swinging sack between your elephant-like thighs begin to swell and drop even lower. Taking on a wider stance so you would not crush your own sack, you growled as you felt pure, unfiltered testosterone flood through your body. What was once painful and pleasurable soon became a feeling of discomfort, and you scratched idly at your skin as you waited. And as if on cue, curls of hair began to spring forth all over your body.

It was like watching the breeze blow through a field of grass, with a shimmering wave that caused fresh hair to grow all over your body. It was a light but generous dusting everywhere, although the magic seemed to focus primarily on your face, your pits, your chest, and your privates. Rubbing at your jawline and cheeks, you could feel the beginnings of a beard and moustache beginning to thicken into something fuller and richer. From what you could tell, it felt like something that you had been growing your entire life. You glanced down as your cock and swollen balls were covered in a dense forest of hair, and the itchiness between your ass cheeks confirmed the same thing around your hole.

As you raised your thick biceps to flex, you caught a whiff of your musk from your pits. What used to be smoother and shaved curves of your skin was quickly overtaken by a thick mat of hair. It grew and spiraled out from the skin, trapping up any bits of sweat to make a nice mat for you to force someone’s face into. You shuddered at the thought, your swinging cock already leaking out some more at the idea of having someone buried up in there, worshipping your growing body in its fullest.

“My Master is in control and in charge of things. He is dominant. He is overpowering and unstoppable. When he desires something, he shall have it.”

As if speaking it into existence, you groaned as you felt an influx of thoughts spilling into your otherwise temperamental personality. You had been agreeable and easy to talk to. But like an earworm wriggling its way into the depths of your mind, you felt those thoughts shift into something more demanding and controlling. Why did you have to accommodate others? Why shouldn’t people listen to you instead? Things were far easier when you called the shots, when you were in control, and when people submitted to you. A cocky grin found itself forming on your lips as you eyed the spirit with a confident gaze that almost viewed it as something lesser than you.

In an instant, with your newfound strength and speed, you darted forward to grip the genie’s throat. While you had expected your fingers to pass through air, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there was something minuscule and barely tangible for you to hold onto. Not one to let the moment pass by, you kept a firm grip on the core of the spirit and brought it close to your changed body.

“I don’t remember having desires like that. Have you been changing me how you saw fit? These are your desires for me, not what I wished for myself,” you growled as you saw through the genie’s tricks. The spirit’s glowing eyes widened in surprise at being caught, and if it was an actual person, you were sure that you would have seen the flicker of fear in those golden eyes. But instead of reprimanding the genie, you only brought your arms up in a firm flex. You grunted as you watched the peaks of your biceps harden once more, showing off the dense, packed muscle that could easily crush the spirit, whether it had a physical form or not.

“More,” you growled as you pressed the genie’s half-tangible face up against your sweaty pecs. You smirked at the sight of the spirit moaning and panting over your body, over something that it made in the first place. “Grant me more wishes. Turn me into the thing that you desire most, you little slut,” you hissed as you watched the genie struggle to pull away from your firm grip. Even in its smoky form, there was enough for you to grip and hold in place, and you weren’t planning on letting go anytime soon. “It’s the least you can do for doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Who would have guessed I released such a whorish genie?”

For a while, all you could hear was the wet, sloppy pants as the genie struggled between those two, delicious mounds of fat and muscle. While there was no saliva to coat your hairy chest, you were certain that the spirit would have eagerly slobbered over your tits if it could. Still, the genie managed to pry its head away from worshiping your musky muscles, only staring up at you with a dazed expression.

“I wish… for my Master to become the beefiest, Arab daddy there ever was. Someone to be my lover and care for me and use me as he pleases…” the genie whispered.

There was the familiar outpouring of magic that rushed through your larger frame, although this time, it was accompanied by a feeling of reverent awe. You smirked as you leaned your head back, letting the magic overtake you and change you once more as you relished in the fact that the genie had learned its proper place in your dynamic now.

Years began to form on your face, changing your young, youthful visage into something more mature and experienced. What dominant, cocky feelings you had swelling in your chest before slowly molded into something far more stoic and calm. You didn’t have to prove your strength and power anymore; you’ve had years to do so. Instead, you approached your lovers with a steadfast assurance in yourself. Your words were like commands; they carried the weight of both your experience and your resolute determination. All the years you had missed began piling into your mind, filling in the gaps of a life you never had. You were a powerful, commanding daddy, with both the financial expertise and the knowledge to get what you wanted whenever you wanted.

The hair coating your body began to thicken and darken, until it became a nice, black mat of fur that contrasted against your sun-kissed skin. Years of tanning and working out shirtless under the sunlight darkened your skin into a healthy, vibrant tan. It was something that you were particularly proud of, and memories of yourself roaming around on your back porch butt-naked filled your stuffed head. You recalled the lewd whistles and cat calls from others as they savored the sight of your sweaty, tanned body, and you eagerly ate up every last compliment.

In the meantime, your past began to mold and shift into something more akin to a different country you called home. You had moved here at a young age, hoping to make a name for yourself, and your mind was flooded with experiences of life as an immigrant. Whatever hardships and struggles you triumphed over in the past paved the way to the successful, Arab businessman you are now. You groaned with the influx of information being dumped into your head, and as you let the implanted memories solidify into your truth, you could feel the tongue in your mouth grow thicker and fuller. Whatever thoughts you had were slowly translated into the Arabic language, until you spoke and thought primarily in your mother tongue. English was just a second language that you learned as a means of advancing your career, but it was one of many languages that you could speak fluently now. Even as you addressed the mythical genie, there was a thick accent that coated your words.

“So this is what you wanted,” you growled as you yanked the genie’s head back, only guiding it over so you could stuff it up against your sweaty pits instead. The spirit moaned once more, its intangible body seeming to solidify into something more firm and heavy for you to grip onto. “A hot, beefy Arab daddy for you to worship and slobber all over. For you to be a lover for.” The genie couldn’t say much in response, only mumbling out something with its lips pressed against the curves of your armpits. What you managed to make out was something about a ‘fat ass.’

As if it were some final act of rebellion, you groaned as you felt your backside begin to plump up and fatten in a way that jutted your hips forward. Low, heavy moans spilled out as you could feel your previously flat bottom bloom with both a healthy portion of fat and muscle. It was something that would strain your suit pants, a struggle you faced every morning before heading to the office for work. And as the jiggling cheeks continued to plump up to the point where you were sure people would fixate their sights on either your fat ass or heaving pecs, you growled once more as you pulled the genie away to glare at the magical creature.

“No more changes. You don’t deserve this. To get to savor a body that you sculpted to suit your own needs,” you growled. The genie could only whimper apologetically, in an attempt to soothe your flaring annoyance at its disobedience. “Seems I’ll have to show you where you properly stand in this relationship. Now, you'd better make yourself a body that I can drive this thick cock into. Something with lots of stamina and plenty of room to dump all this hot, thick seed inside of. Or I’ll be sure to stuff you back into that lamp and send you far away from here.”

The spirit shuddered as it quickly formed something more corporeal, the rest of the smoke dissipating in a whirlwind as the lamp sucked up the rest of the ethereal essence. Stalking after your slutty lover’s juicy body towards the bedroom, you couldn’t help but pause to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. You smirked as you savored the changes to your new life; while this wasn’t what you had expected, you certainly couldn’t complain about getting something truly delightful. And with a magical, hungry lover by your side and a body that could get you anyone that you wanted, what more could you ask for?

Now, if only you could get yourself to stop squeezing and rubbing at your own pecs, you could have the whole world at your fingertips...

1

File name:DF-CR-Minivan 

Manufacturing details:produced by Ford, modified by Graystone Ford dealership

Key transformation components: 

Aging Chemical Paint-Coat - Exterior coated in DadBond™ compounds designed to accelerate maturation to 34–40 years old.

Seat Leather Enhancement - Saturated with D.I.L.F. Extracts, a bioengineered blend of paternal instincts, gym-body memory, and suburban docility

Radio Frequency Manipulation - Channels broadcast subliminal “sports-talk,” dad-jokes, and midlife complacency tones.

Testing:The dealership lot shimmered under the afternoon sun—rows of vehicles posed like obedient livestock, Marissa wandered between the rows, sunglasses on, purse slung tight. She’d come for something fuel-efficient, maybe a hatchback, something sensible for a woman who lived alone, worked remotely, and swore she’d never, ever be married.

But then she saw it.

A buff black minivan parked at the far end of the lot, and paused. “Ah,” the salesman said behind her. She hadn’t heard him approach. “I see you’ve found the Voyager MaxFit XL.”

“I wasn’t really looking for—”

“Oh, sure.” He nodded sympathetically. “No one thinks they’re a minivan person. But you’d be surprised.” Marissa frowned, but her feet were already carrying her closer.

“Why don’t you take her for a spin?” the salesman said lightly, dangling the keys.

Inside, the seat felt warm. Familiar. Like she’d been driving this thing for years. She buckled herself automatically, except the belt felt tight. Strange. She tugged it again. The belt hadn’t changed.

Her chest had, it was far broader then before. A strange heaviness pressing against the strap—pecs? She adjusted the seat, only to realize the steering wheel felt small in her hands. She shook all this off and shifted into drive.

The moment she rolled onto the road, the radio switched itself on, blasting some bassy 90s rock anthem she’d never heard but somehow knew every word to. Her voice dropped half an octave trying to sing along, cracking embarrassingly.

Her hands grow bigger on the steering wheel, Her nails shorter. Her hips spread on the seat—no, his hips. Denim loosened as it became cotton workout shorts. His blouse thickened into a thin gray polo that hugged newly broad shoulders. A slight bring could be felt on him as tattoos suddenly appeared on his arm and across his chest. A faint dusting of graying body hair covered his skin, as he admired the tattoo he remembered always having. A hat appears on his head with a pop and plastic sandals slide onto his massive feet with a similar sound. 

“What the—?” He rubbed his now hair covered throat. His Adam's apple bulged faintly under his beard.

A warm buzz flooded his brain, washing away thoughts of work, bills, independence, relationships, responsibilities. too complicated.

A simpler idea slid into the space where his personality used to be: Kids, new thoughts filling his head: Gotta get the kiddos to practice. Kiddos love this kinda van. He slapped the steering wheel approvingly.

“Sheeeesh,” he laughed. “My lil’ dudes are gonna flip when they see this bad boy.”

He didn’t have kids.

Well—he hadn’t.

But now he remembered them perfectly. Their names. Their soccer schedules. Their picky snack preferences.

By the time he pulled back into the dealership, he was bouncing with excitement. The salesman approached, smirking.

“So,” he asked, “how’d the test drive go?”

“Haha! Buddy!” the transformed dad boomed, clapping him on the back with newfound strength. “This thing’s PERFECT for my kiddos, man. I’m soooo gettin’ it.”

He signed the paperwork without reading a word.

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File name: TK-EB-Lollypop

Manufacturing details: Developed by Graystone labs

Key transformation components:

Horniness Hormones - Candy core filled with libido magnifiers and confidence-enhancing endocrine triggers.

Youth Hormones - AdoLEssence™ woven into sugar crystals for high absorption through saliva.

Stick Coating - Surface treated with Hair-Reversal Serum, causing body hair loss and smoothing of skin.

Flavor Bindings - Synthetic chemicals stimulate dopamine flooding, enforcing dependency and hyper-sexualized twink personality imprint.

Testing: Harvey bought it on impulse. A single swirl-patterned lollipop at checkout. Sugar was his vice, his treat, his comfort snack. He unwrapped it as soon as he got home.

He popped it into his mouth. It was sweet. Really sweet. Shockingly sweet in fact.

“Mmm—wow,” he mumbled, sucking harder. “Oh this is—this is good.”

His lips tingled. Then numbed, plumping into fluffy pillows.

He sucked harder, almost without meaning to, his cheeks hollowing into a soft, pretty pout. His jawline narrowed and his chin sharpened into a V-shape. His stubble dissolved like smoke. 

“Mmmph—” he gasped around the candy, trying to form a cohesive thought, “this is… wow… sooo…”

He sucked harder and his shirt slipped off one shoulder, then vanished. His torso thinned, waist cinching, abs sharpening. His arms shrank into smooth, slender lines. His height dropped by inches. His hips swayed. His eyelashes lengthened. His skin tanned into irresistible golden softness.

His voice cracked upward, breathy and singsong.

“Ohmygoooood,” he exhaled around the stick, “I’m like—mmm—soo… dizzy…”

He sucked even harder. His hair softened into fluffy, product-perfect curly, only to be covered by a hat. His shorts tightened into something borderline indecent. His walk became a hip-swinging glide, a sway in his step. His eyes sparkled with vacant hunger for attention.

He stared at his reflection in a mirror as the final changes hit. His brain recalibrates to make way for a changed sexuality. A faint aching could be felt in his ass, as if needing to be filled. He giggled. His tongue curled around the candy obscenely as he made sucking gestures in the mirror 

“Ohhhh my gooood I’m sooo cute,” he whimpered, fanning himself. He got out his phone, checking every single app he had, which has a lot more than before. He saw a message from a particularly hairy young man. 

“Hi cutie, send pics.😉💦”

Harvey popped the lollipop out with a wet slurp, cheeks flushed. He wasted no time ripping off his shorts and posing for a selfie, 

The old Harvey was gone. The new one was a sex-obsessed airhead twink, and he was about to get laid. 

3

File name: BH-EB-Chips

Manufacturing details: Manufactured and sourced by Graystone Farms.  

Key transformation components:

Bag plastics - reflective plastic of packaging woven with all-natural brainwave modifications to induce thoughts of: veganism, reduced stress, and conspiracy theories. 

Farm grown ingredients - locally sourced vegetables, lightly coated in AdoLEssence™ growth serums.

Flavor coating - mixture of spices, BEVEGAN™ organic chemicals, salt harvested from teenage foot sweat to coat chips making for instantaneous aging deceleration, dislike of clothing, soy muscle growth and decreased mental capacity.

Testing: He was tired. It was the End of a long day. And All he wanted was something salty, greasy, cheap—a bag of chips, nothing fancy.

But the shelves were bare except for one bag sitting on the rack: a bizarre, matte-green pouch with watercolor carrots on it.

“NatureMunch: Raw Vegan Veggie Crisps.”

He snorted but grabbed it. Whatever. He was starving.

He opened the bag in the parking lot. The smell hit him immediately—earthy, grassy, and almost too fresh, like he’d stuck his face into a garden. He wrinkled his nose but tossed a chip into his mouth.

Crunch.

Warmth spread across his tongue. Then down his throat. And then through his chest like sunshine pushing outwards. He blinked hard and his thoughts wobbled like a dropped stack of papers. But he kept eating.

With every crisp he chewed, his body loosened. His shoulders relaxed. His spine slouched. His heart beat slower, calmer, almost sleepy.

His hair brushed his cheek. He froze and reached up to touch it. It had grown several inches in seconds, soft, wavy, sunbleached at the ends like he spent all day in nature.

His clothes sagged as his frame shrank into something skinny, lanky, teenaged.

He shoved another chip into his mouth, unable to help himself. His stomach fluttered pleasantly. His face smoothed into soft, youthful lines. A faint sprinkle of freckles dusted his nose and a healthy tan spread down his whole body. 

His voice came out airy, dazed:

“Like… wow… these are totally righteous for my chakra flow…”

Chakra flow? He laughed and wiggled his toes, barefoot suddenly, though he didn’t remember kicking off his shoes. His pants had turned into loose black shorts. His shirt just gone, as if it had never been there.

The bag in his hand looked enormous now. He nibbled another chip, smiling softly at nothing at all. He looked down, faintly registering a worn skateboard as his own. Just a dumb vegan teen hippie wandering home thinking about kale and planet vibesss.

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File name:FBO/PR-TI-Deodorant 

Manufacturing details: produced in partnership with Alpha Pi BrO national

Key transformation components:

Base formula - made primarily from H2O and alcohol Denat with odor control designed to gradually increase the body's natural musk.

Artificial fragrance - compounds that produce scents meant to reshape cognitive patterns including fresh cut grass, ocean breeze, and overpowering luxury. 

Behavioral framing additives - final form coating to create stability and preservation, and decrease intellect by 68%.

Testing:Ryan didn’t even remember signing up for any promo, but there it was in the package— a matte navy stick of deodorant with gold lettering that just said:

“SMELL GRAYT.”

He tossed it into the bathroom drawer and forgot about it until days later, when he realized he’d scraped the last crumbs out of his old stick. With a sigh, he twisted open the promo one. A faint, musky smell drifted out. Clean. Sharp. Weirdly… expensive.

He swiped it under one arm. And the coolness hit first, then a slow, syrupy warmth.

By the time he dragged it across his other pit, the warmth had already begun to spread, up his ribs, down his stomach, pooling somewhere low and lazy in his hips. He blinked, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded, he leaned on the counter.

“Whoa… dude…” Dude? He hadn’t said “dude” aloud since college.

His reflection stared back at him, breath fogging the mirror. His eyelids drooped lower. Then lower. That heavy, half-mast, can’t-be or to-dumb-to-be bothered gaze.

His jaw thickened. A faint shadow of stubble dissolved into a clean, sculpted, totally-effortless jawline. His hair lifted into that floppy, pushed-up style guys online paid barbers $150 for,

He lifted an arm, flexed without meaning to, grinning dopily at his own reflection. Shoulders broadened. His shirt darkened as it warped over his body becoming a long sleeved navy quarter zip. White linen pants now hung on his wide hips.

Why had he been stressed again? About work? Bills? Something smart and boring like that? Whatever, bro, I smell amazing.

He gave that deodorant a final sniff as he put the cap back on, laughing as a fuzzy, warm fog filled his head. By the time he left the bathroom, he didn’t even remember what he used to look like. Just that he was fresh, and chill, and hot. Just a preppy, dopey frat boy snapping quick pics in the mirror and living the dream. 

(Short story Post celebrating 100 followers though were happily reaching 200s as of writing this, shoutout to @boysmentfs for helping with inspiration)

You were an American college student reading a book for your postmodern literature class. You wouldn’t have taken the weird class, where your texts are millions of characters long but only a few paragraphs makes sense and the syllabus constantly changes whenever you take a look at it, if you didn't wait last minute to register for classes. You read through more nonsense about simulacrum and levels of reality until the letters started to seem foreign to you. Instead of the Latin alphabet, the letters/characters were arranged neatly in blocks and consist of mostly vertical and horizontal lines. Of course it was familiar to you, it was the Hangul alphabet of the Korean language!

As a native Korean born and raised, it would be a shock if you didn't recognize your own language. You look down on your arms, as your skin now had a golden tan to it, full of vitality and energy. You also looked at a mirror on your desk, your face a gorgeous fit of the Korean beauty standard, with your well defined jawline and bright, blemish-free skin.

You got sick of reading the book, as you had better things to do. Stepping out of your chair, your room and the furniture transformed into a slick minimalist white. You walk to your balcony, facing the dark sky lit up by the colorful neon lights of Busan. You start to sweat, a beating pulse radiating throughout your body. It felt like someone like had blasted a heater in your face even though you were in the fresh breath of the chilly breezes of air outside.

You took off your tight shirt to gawk at the Adonis muscles you had sculpted from your vigorous gym and diet routine. You dragged up your hand across your rock hard 6 pack to your bulging chest. You even squeezed and shook it to show off how firm your pecs were. You flexed the mountains that had developed on your arm and the veins that popped out on them. You even stripped off your jeans to caress the musculature of your long and athletics legs. In your blue underwear, you rubbed your growing crotch as you started to think of all the hot men you were gonna fuck later tonight with your thick 10 inch member.

The gym buzzed with the sounds of grunting weights and the rhythmic thud of sneakers against treadmills. You watched, enviously, as the muscular men strutted around, their broad shoulders and commanding presence making you feel like a shadow in their midst.

You stood there in your oversized t-shirt, wishing you could be one of them—someone who could walk into a room and have everyone take notice. You were halfway through your lukewarm set of curls when you caught sight of Felix, the sorcerer. He was running on a treadmill, his blond hair flowing behind him like a golden banner.

You approached, half out of desperation and half out of curiosity. “Felix,” you said, slightly out of breath, “I wish I could be one of those huge muscular guys that has a commanding presence and oozes masculinity.” With a playful grin, Felix kept running. “That can be arranged, but it’s not just about appearance. It’s also about attitude. You need a mentor who shows you how to be commanding!” He paused his run, producing a tarot card. “Here, take this. It’s the Wheel of Fortune. If you find the right mentor, lay the card on the table and he will magically become your mentor and teach you everything you need to know!” You took the card, though skepticism nagged at the back of your mind. Still, you had nothing to lose.

Over the next few days, you wandered the gym, eyeing potential mentors. You’d approached some of the guys at the gym, hoping for guidance, but they were all brawn and no brains—mere meatheads with egos to match their muscles. Each encounter left you feeling more deflated. You wanted someone who could teach you not just how to lift weights but how to command a room, to embody the confidence that oozed from those muscular titans. Each failed attempt left you feeling more frustrated and disheartened. When you arrived at the office that day, the last thing you needed was Hank, your colleague. He strode in, exuding an air of arrogance that made your skin crawl. He was tall—towering, really—his muscles rippling beneath a fitted shirt that did little to hide his vanity. You hated him for it, yet a small part of you envied the way he filled the room with his presence. You despised him for his cocky swagger, but even more for the way his confidence made you feel small. "Hey, buddy," he said, stepping behind your chair, his voice a low rumble that dripped with condescension. You could feel the warmth of his body close to you, and his hands landed possessively on your shoulders. “Uh, Hank,” you started, trying to suppress the flutter of irritation in your chest. “Can you maybe not—” “Relax.” He leaned closer, peering at the screen. “What’s this? Your latest failure? Just look at this,” he said, his breath warm against your ear. You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the discomfort.

Then, disaster struck. Suddenly, the tarot card Felix had given you slipped from your shirt pocket, fluttering to the desk like a fallen leaf. You watched in disbelief as it landed, the edges glowing a magical blue. “What’s that?” Hank asked, his tone shifting from casual to curious.

Before you could reply, the card began to glow with a magical blue light. You stared in disbelief as the image on the card shifted to reveal a young man in a black jumpsuit, opened to the waist, with a dog mask covering his face. The imprint read "The Dog".

Your breath hitched. “Wha—?” Your body began to shift, warmth enveloping you as if you were being wrapped in a cocoon. “No! Wait!” you gasped, but it was too late. You fell to your knees, your shirt and dress pants melting into the silky fabric of the jumpsuit. A mask materialized over your face, obscuring your features. Hank’s laughter echoed in your ears, deep and mocking. “I guess I will name you Rowdy!” he said, his voice booming with satisfaction. You wanted to protest, to scream and tell him to fuck off, but all you could manage was a muffled growl, the mask constricting your voice.

The transformation continued, and you felt your body reshape, fur sprouting from your skin. You whimpered, a sound that was no longer human, as you became a sleek black dog. You looked up at Hank, who grinned down at you, a smug satisfaction radiating from him. “Good boy,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Hank’s voice became a beacon of command in your mind, and you found yourself craving his approval, yearning for his direction. “Let’s train, Rowdy,” he said, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “You’re going to learn how to fight.” Days turned into weeks, and the training was brutal. Hank pushed you to your limits, and each fight honed your aggression and dominance.

The damp, concrete cellar was a far cry from the polished gym where you once felt so small. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood, the walls echoing with the growls and barks of dogs locked in combat. You were now one of them—at least in the sense that your body has been transformed into dogs'. The weight of your new body felt powerful, but beneath that strength was a struggle against the obedience that Hank had drilled into you. “Rowdy!” Hank barked, his voice a commanding rumble that sent a shiver through you. You instinctively dropped to all fours, your muscles taut and ready, eyeing him with a mix of anticipation and resentment. “Get over here!” You couldn't help but follow, the instinct to obey surging within you. As you approached, drool dripped from your lips, a sign of your growing ferocity, but inside, a part of you seethed. “Damn it,” you thought, your mind fighting against the dog inside. Hank crossed his arms, watching you with a smirk. “You’re getting better, boy. Can’t wait to see you tear into that mutt tonight. You’ve got the spirit of a champion.” His eyes shone with sadistic pride. You growled low in your throat, the sound escaping before you could suppress it. The thrill of the fight surged in your veins, a hunger that eclipsed the small, shy man you used to be. But it was Hank’s voice that kept you in line, the master that had reshaped you into this beast. “Sit!” he commanded, and against your will, your body complied, your haunches hitting the ground. “Good boy!” he praised, and the words stirred something within you—an odd mix of pride and loathing. As the days wore on, you felt the relentless rhythm of training seeping into your very being. The more you fought, the more you craved it. Every victory in the pit heightened your adrenaline, but it was always Hank’s approval that lingered in your mind. You hated the way it felt to seek his validation, yet there you were, locked in a cycle of obedience.

“Tonight’s fight is important,” Hank said, leaning closer, his breath hot against your face. “You need to show everyone who’s boss. You’re not just a dog; you’re my dog.” The possessiveness in his tone made you bristle, the primal part of you wanting to snap at him for his arrogance, yet you found yourself nodding, the obedience coursing through you like a drug. “Good. Now let’s see that aggression.” He tossed you a worn-out training dummy, and you lunged for it, sinking your teeth into the fabric. The thrill of tearing it apart sent sparks of pleasure through your body, and you felt a growl rumble deep in your chest. “Yeah, that’s it! Let it out!” Hank shouted, his voice a mix of excitement and authority. You could see the gleam in his eyes, and you knew he delighted in your ferocity, feeding it like a twisted form of affection.

Hours later, you stood in the makeshift pit, the crowd surrounding you like vultures, ready to witness the carnage. Your muscles were taut, every fiber of your being ready to explode into action. Hank stood at the edge, his gaze fixed on you, the way he commanded the room making you feel both empowered and trapped. “Show them who you are, Rowdy!” he shouted, and you surged forward, the thrill of the fight consuming you. You felt the adrenaline wash over you, the instinct to dominate and destroy taking control. As you lunged at your opponent, the rush of aggression overwhelmed you. You could almost taste the blood, the primal joy of the fight igniting a frenzy within.

But just as you were about to unleash your full power, a voice broke through the haze. “Rowdy, enough!” Hank’s command cut through the chaos, and you skidded to a halt, panting, your body trembling with pent-up energy. You hated that you had to obey, but the truth was, you had become his. “Good boy,” Hank cooed, and while your instincts roared for freedom, a part of you reveled in the praise. The thrill of the fight became an addiction, and you would often find yourself in a frenzy, teeth bared, ready to tear into anything that moved. It was Hank’s steady grip on your collar that pulled you back from the edge of madness when you teetered too close. In that moments, you were his perfect fighting dog, powerful and aggressive, yet completely obedient. The conflict within you grew, but as you locked eyes with Hank, you felt an odd sense of belonging.

One evening, after a particularly brutal training session, you lay stretched out on a couch in Hank’s luxurious loft. The scent of leather and cologne hung in the air as you panted, muscles sore but exhilarated. Hank leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. Felix strolled in, his presence lighting up the room. “How is he performing?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Hank chuckled, pride swelling in his chest. “He’s a good boy now. The perfect fighting dog—strong, aggressive, but totally loyal towards me!” Felix raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, I guess you’ve taught him everything he needs to know!”

With a flick of his wrist, Felix summoned the magic again. You felt a tingling sensation wash over your body, and in an instant, everything changed. The world around you twisted and blurred, and suddenly, you were standing upright. You looked down, astonished to find yourself transformed back into a human. But you weren’t the meek office worker anymore. Gone was the timid, thin frame. Instead, you were a muscular, handsome man with black hair and a rugged stubble.

Congratulations, you found my missing blue and purple capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was the last Saturday night of your trip to Japan. Not wanting to let the night go to waste, you decided to go out clubbing that night at the trendiest nightclub in town- Nakamura's. You got dressed up, you had a drink or two, and you danced your heart out on the dance floor. You were ecstatic to be able to let loose as you danced alongside some local hotties. Between the sake and bright club lights, you were as carefree as any clubgoer could be!

Which was exactly why you were caught so off guard when you felt something land on your foot. It was no more than a tap, but it was enough to break your immersion from the dance floor. You looked down and tried to make out what landed on you. The club lights were flashing on and off in various LED colors, making it difficult to see anything on the ground. You looked and looked until you spotted a shiny spherical object resting near your foot. It reminded you of a prize ball you had seen in numerous vending machines scattered throughout Japan.

As you gazed upon the prize ball, you heard the DJ changing songs, which caused the crowd of people on the dance floor to go into an uproar. You quickly scooped up the ball, made your way to the nearby men's restroom, and rushed into one of the empty stalls. You took a moment to catch your breath and wipe the sweat off your brow from all the dancing you did, all while continuing to inspect the prize ball you had just picked up.

The prize ball was blue and purple in color, and the expensive coat of paint it had made it glimmer in the bathroom light. As you took in the sight of it, you realized how unexpectedly heavy the ball was in your hand. You had known these prize balls to have nothing more than a cheap, mass produced children's toy inside. Yet, the more you looked at it, the more you realized that this wasn't some mere piece of plastic that could be bought with pocket change. Curiosity getting the best of you, you decided to pop open the lid and see what was inside.

The lid popped open. You took a look inside the ball and saw a mini figurine of a well-built man. Despite the glamourous decoration of the ball's exterior, its contents left you wanting more. You plucked out the figurine with your thumb and forefinger. However, the moment you took the figure out of its confinement, it miraculously transformed into an actual life-sized man! The impact of its sudden growth knocked you down onto the ground. You were reeling from the impact at first, only to start panicking when you saw a naked 6'5 tall man looking down at you with lifeless eyes.

You could feel your palms grow sweaty as you stared at the man slouched over on the toilet. But despite the man's sudden appearance, you noticed something was off. The man was sitting on the toilet completely still, almost to the point of seeming lifeless. It was then you realized that the man was in fact not breathing either!

You swallowed a breath. You then forced yourself to reach out to the man to check for a pulse. You reached out to his wrist. The unexpected rubbery feel of his hand caused you to recoil back. It was an odd feeling, but it confirmed that the man was nothing more than a blown up version of the plastic figurine you had pulled out of the prize ball. You once again reached out to the plastic man sitting on the toilet to explore him further. You traced the outlines of his rugged musculature with your forefinger. Despite the rubbery feel of his synthetic skin, you couldn't help but admire the hard work that must have gone into making such a realistic human doll! As you cupped the man's pecs, you accidentally gave them a squeeze. A slight puff of air escaped the man's mouth, making you realize that the doll was completely hollow inside. Upon that realization, an idea struck you like lightning.

You helped the human doll sit upright on the toilet, using the back wall as support. Luckily, the doll being empty inside made moving it incredibly easy. You then proceeded to strip naked in the bathroom stall. Once everything was in position, you proceeded to open his jaw as wide as the plastic would stretch. You then lifted your leg and stuck it inside the doll's mouth. Your leg glided through the doll's throat and torso like smooth butter. You then stuck your other leg in and began slithering deeper into the hollow body suit. Your limbs aligned perfectly with the doll's. Your chest filled in the empty space that once made up the doll's chest, giving a nice, firm feel to his plump pecs. Your dick filled into the doll's dick like a sleeve. Slowly but surely, you were taking on a new identity as your body aligned with the bodysuit.

As your body aligned with its new vessel, you could hear the man start to gag and groan as his body expanded to accommodate yours. You could even feel the plastic doll start to envelop you in its warmth too! By putting on the hollow male doll as though it were clothes, you had given life to a once lifeless man. An electric, orgasmic sensation spread across your body as every hair on the doll flared to life, causing both you and your soon-to-be new body to moan with great pleasure. As you donned the doll's face like a mask, you could feel your new skin snap completely into place. Every part of the bodysuit fit perfectly! It was as if the toy was custom made just for you. The transformation was complete, and you had taken on a new body with a new identity.

You smirked as you stood in the bathroom stall. You were naked in your new body, but you didn't care. You flexed your new muscles, putting on a show for yourself as you admired the goods. The well-sculpted physique, the handsome face, the thick cock with a hairy bush, it was all yours now. Though unfortunately, a knock on the bathroom stall interrupted your moment of self-love.

"Señor Nakamura?" a woman said in Japanese. You didn't know any Japanese, yet you were able to understand her perfectly. "I brought the change of your clothes as requested. I've also called the valet to bring your Tesla to take you back to your condo once you're ready."

The woman handed you your clothes and left. It took you a moment to register what she had just said, but once it hit you, you couldn't help but chuckle. You got dressed and left the bathroom with a newfound confidence. The moment you left the bathroom, dozens of club-goers began throwing themselves to your feet. You were a celebrity in their eyes! That was because the prize ball gave you the body of Alejandro Nakamura; the biracial, first-born son of millionaire entrepreneur Kaito Nakamura. You were young, you were hot, you were strong, and you were rich. You had it all!

As you left the club to go back to your condo, a cocky grin spread across your face. You were more than ready to live the luxurious life the prize ball had given you. You were Alejandro Nakamura and as far as you were concerned, you were always him.

(Original story posted October 6th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Eric was busy getting dressed and ready for work when he glanced over at his boyfriend. Ajax was still laid in bed wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Even now Ajax couldn’t help subtly running his hands across his abs and down his muscled legs. So captivated by himself.

“Are you gonna actually get out of bed sometime today or are you just gonna keep groping yourself all morning?” Eric asked as he straightened his tie.

Ajax chuckled in response. “Sorry babe. Hard not to admire all this sometimes.” He gave a quick flex before sliding out of bed and sauntering over to Eric. “You should know. You were the one kissing my biceps last night.” He grinned before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a soft kiss. The sweetness of which was soon dulled by the slap Ajax left on Eric’s ass before making his way towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Eric watched the sway of Ajax’s muscular body as he walked away. Over the last couple of days he’d noticed a change in his boyfriend. Subtle things from the way he talked to the way he carried himself. He was more joyous and bouncy than ever before. Not to mention how he seemed to check himself out at every given opportunity. Ajax had always been proud of his physique but recently it seemed like he just couldn’t stop flexing and squeezing his muscles. Just seeing his own reflection seemed to make his day now. Not to mention his attitude had completely shifted.

A week prior to this Eric and Ajax’s relationship had been hanging on by a thread. They’d been arguing more and more over the past few months. It’d started with petty disagreements that blew up bigger and bigger until eventually they had a full fight which ended in Ajax storming off. After that Eric thought it was over. With how badly they’d been getting on, he was swiftly losing hope in their relationship.

A few hours later however, Ajax returned. Part of Eric was expecting him to start packing up his stuff but instead he gave the most heartfelt apology Eric had ever heard. He had no idea what had caused such a change in Ajax but he didn’t question it in the moment. Eric apologised too and afterwards Ajax promised he’d be better. So much better. Before long Eric found himself jumping into Ajax’s strong arms as they made their way to the bedroom. What followed was the steamiest makeup sex they’d ever had.

After falling into bed together they’d begun ripping off their clothes like animals. Ajax however seemed particularly horny. He was rock hard and beyond eager to fuck. Yet before that he took immense satisfaction in allowing Eric to explore the size and contours of his muscles. As if it were the first time he was being admired like this. Eric didn’t care though, he’d always loved Ajax’s chiseled physique. Almost as much as he loved taking Ajax’s fat cock up his ass. And that’s exactly what he got. He didn’t know quite what’d gotten into his hunky boyfriend that night. Out of nowhere Eric found himself on the receiving end of the best sex of his life! Getting pounded from all sorts of different positions in such a way that had him cumming over himself not once but twice! Ajax had never been bad at fucking but last night it was like he’d been possessed by a sex demon. He demolished Eric’s hole before shooting a massive load inside.

Since then Ajax had been like a totally different person. Alongside the slight differences in the way he spoke and carried himself, he was also far more affectionate and thoughtful. Whereas before he’d grown quite distant, now he always wanted to kiss and cuddle. Always giving sweet compliments and wanting to be closer. Not to mention they’d been fucking like rabbits ever since making up.

It was a complete 180 to his former attitude and Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. After all, even when they’d been having terrible arguments, he still loved Ajax more than anything. The only difference now was that it actually felt healthy again. That said Eric didn’t want to question it. Everything seemed perfect. But there was one thing he just couldn’t get out of his head. Something that the old man who lived across the street had said the morning after him and Ajax made up…

———

It’d been the morning after they made up. Eric found himself waking up with a sore asshole to the sound of shouting coming from the front door. After turning to see Ajax wasn’t in bed next to him, Eric quickly got up to see what all the commotion was about. He walked a little funny down the stairs after the railing he’d gotten last night. When reached the door however, he was surprised to see none other than old Mr Jenkins having some kind of blow up at Ajax. Eric could hardly understand half of what he was saying. Something about needing to fix something and not wanting to be old? He even called Ajax a “sadistic body thief” whatever that meant.

Eric quickly decided to step in and see what the problem was. Immediately Mr Jenkins switched his attention to him and started coming out with some of the most insane things Eric had ever heard!

“I’m not Mr Jenkins!” He shouted frantically. “You have to believe me Eric! I’m Ajax! He stole my fucking body!” He screamed while pointing at Ajax. There was a fury in Mr Jenkins’ eyes that Eric had never seen before. He was completely out of his mind! “I don’t know how you did this but you’re gonna undo it you crazy asshole!” He continued on and on.

Ajax put his hands up. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.” He then glanced at Eric before whispering. “I think he’s gone nuts. He won’t stop yelling about some invasion of the body snatchers type of shit.”

“I’M NOT CRAZY! GIVE IT BACK YOU OLD BASTARD!” Mr Jenkins looked as though he was ready to launch himself at Ajax in a blind rage with what little strength his elderly body had. But before he could, Eric stepped between them.

Eric couldn’t help feeling bad for the elderly man. Of course he didn’t believe a word he was saying. It was insane, not to mention impossible. His only guess as to what was going on was that Mr Jenkins’ was suffering from his old age. Dementia perhaps? Whatever the case it was clear to Eric that he needed help. He tried to calm the old man down but nothing helped. Only continuing to curse at Ajax while begging Eric to believe him. Apparently the other neighbours had overheard all the commotion because not too long after a police car rode up outside the house.

With Eric and Ajax explaining what’d happened and Mr Jenkins still screaming bloody murder and even getting violent with the officers, it wasn’t long before the old man was taken away to get some help.

As they watched the car drive away, Ajax wrapped his muscular arms around Eric from behind. “You okay babe?” He asked while kissing the back of Eric’s neck.

“Yeah… I just didn’t know Mr Jenkins was suffering like that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been going on inside his head to make him believe all those things.” Eric leaned back into Ajax’s body a little, allowing his back to rest against his boyfriends strong pecs. “It just makes me wanna appreciate what we have right now you know?”

“Absolutely.” Ajax hugged Eric tighter. “I’ll never take this for granted again.” He added, trying to sound sweet while a smug grin crept across his face unbeknownst to Eric.

———

It’d been almost a week since then. Eric had arrived at work and was going through the motions as usual. Only now he felt constantly distracted. He just couldn’t help replaying that scene with Mr Jenkins over and over in his head. All those crazy claims he made about being Ajax and having his body stolen. He seemed so convinced. So sure of himself. Not to mention that until that morning Mr Jenkins had been as healthy as a horse in both mind and body. So for him to just flip like that felt… off.

Normally he would’ve brushed something like that off easily. Body swapping? That was the definition of crazy talk. Under normal circumstances there was no way in hell he’d believe that. But that’s when he started to pick up on things more clearly. Subtle changes in the way Ajax behaved that quickly began to plant a seed of doubt in mind. A seed that grew to the point where he’d been analysing almost everything his boyfriend did and said.

He went over it in his head as we worked. Out of nowhere Ajax had begun watching the historical channels on TV, finally started reading one of the books he’d received as a present last year and even mentioned that he wanted to give fishing a try at some point! The Ajax he knew never had the patience for those things. The rational thing to assume would simply be that Ajax was maturing. Trying to be a better person and gain new interests. But Eric just couldn’t shake the weirdness of how it’d begun the day Mr Jenkins went crazy.

It wasn’t just his interests though. It was Ajax’s whole demeanour. Before he was quite stoic. He’d have his moments of sweetness but overall he was very reserved. Over the last couple months he’d even grown quite mean and snappy, eager to jump to an argument and make a big deal out of nothing which eventually led to their huge fight. But then it all changed starting with that massive apology he gave. Ajax had never been one to say sorry so it came as quite the surprise. Even in that moment Eric couldn’t help thinking he seemed like a different person, only he wasn’t thinking about it quite as literally then. Since then his mood had completely changed. His reserved and quiet nature seemingly vanished overnight, being replaced by a much bubblier and joyful attitude. It was almost like he had this newfound appreciation for his life.

This couldn’t have been clearer in the way he treated himself and others. For a start he just couldn’t stop admiring his own body. Always touching something. Groping his pecs, massaging his thighs, flexing his biceps. He couldn’t get enough. Always making comments about how hot he looked and spending way longer in the shower than usual.

And when it came to Eric, Ajax was far more affectionate and thoughtful. Always giving him compliments and kisses. Always smiling when they were together and telling Eric how lucky he felt to have what they had. Hell he even bought him flowers! Something Ajax had never done before. And the sex was some of the most passionate they’d ever had. So deep and loving. Every. Single. Night. Ajax was more eager than ever to slam his cock inside Eric’s hole at any given opportunity. And to top it off Ajax seemed to have developed this worshiping kink in the last couple of days. Always wanting Eric to kiss and worship every inch of his muscular body.

All of those little things stacked together caused that tiny seed of doubt in Eric’s mind to grow into a tree that’s roots were consuming his every thought. He wanted to believe he was just overthinking it but what Mr Jenkins had said was starting to make too much sense. It was too much to have just been a coincidence. It was only lunch time but Eric decided to take the rest of the day off work for a ‘family emergency’.

Once home, Eric took a deep breath before quietly opening the front door. He was about to shout his boyfriend’s name but before he did, he heard to sound of Ajax’s voice coming from the bedroom. Curiously Eric made his way towards the bedroom as silently as possible to, trying to listen to what Ajax was saying until he was stood right outside. And what he heard sent shivers up his spine.

“Fuuuuck yeahh! I’ll never get tired of this young cock! God I still can’t believe how much bigger it is compared to my old one!” He moaned. “Young, dumb and hung as fuck…”

Eric’s eyes widened. Was it actually true? Without a second thought he peered his head into the bedroom to see none other than his boyfriend stood in front of a mirror bare ass naked and flexing while he stroked his cock!

“Ohhh yeah! I’m Ajax! Young fuckin muscle bull! Fuuuck I-” He cut himself short when in the corner of his eye he noticed Eric stepping into the room. “Oh-I-Ummm… Eric. I didn’t think you’d uhmmmm… be home so soon hahah…” A flustered look quickly crossing his face. “I was just-” before he could finish, Eric stopped him.

“It’s true isn’t it? Everything Mr Jenkins said. About the body swap.” Eric still didn’t quite believe it even as he was saying it but the writing was on the wall. “Or should I say everything Ajax said. Because he wasn’t really Mr Jenkins. You are.”

Ajax was silent for a moment. Unsure of how to respond until he finally let out a long sigh. “Eric. Let me explain.”

———

After their massive fight, Ajax had stormed out of the house with a fury in his eyes. Slamming the door behind him as he left get some air and get away Eric. He didn’t have a plan as to where he was going so he ended up just pacing up and down the street for over half an hour with a sour look on his face.

Mr Jenkins had been sitting in his living room watching TV at the time. He had a perfect view to the window looking out onto the street, allowing him to notice Ajax passing back and forth as he paced. Seeing this, he went out to investigate what was wrong. When Ajax next passed Jenkins’ house, the old man stopped him and asked what was the matter. Ajax was resistant at first but when Mr Jenkins offered him inside to chat, he gave in and took the sweet old man up on his offer.

They sat down at the kitchen table and immediately Ajax began to rant about Eric. Listing off each and every little thing he hated about his spouse. All the little habits that annoyed him, all the irritating things he would do or say. However Mr Jenkins’ found it hard to emphasise. Impossible even. Most of the things Ajax was listing off were such minor things that he seemed to be blowing out of proportion while other things were just plain stupid like complaining about how Eric didn’t fold and put away the clothes exactly how Ajax wanted after doing the washing. It was moronic to say the least. But what Mr Jenkins really hated was how much Ajax blatantly insulted Eric as he listed these things off. Calling him all sorts of horrible things while dragging his name through the mud.

It was then Mr Jenkins made a decision. It was something he’d wanted to do so badly for a very long time now. Ever since Ajax moved in across the road with Eric. Until now he didn’t have the courage to do it, believing he’d feel too guilty if he did. But now that he’d seen Ajax’s true colours, he had no regrets.

Jenkins excused himself from the table to make a cup of tea while asking Ajax if he wanted a drink of any kind. The young hunk said he’d take a cup of tea as well. Little did he know that as Jenkins brewed the tea, he added a little something extra into Ajax’s cup.

He came back moments later with two hot cups in hand, offering one the Ajax who took it kindly. They chatted a little more as the drinks cooled, Ajax’s going on some more about his petty frustrations with Eric. But soon enough the handsome younger man picked up his beverage and began to sip away at it, much to Mr Jenkins delight. Little did Ajax know that his tea had been laced with a mild sedative that was gradually starting to take effect as he came to the last few sips.

“Sorry… I’m just feelin a bit… tired all of a sudden…” Ajax slurred as he put down the cup. “I should… probably…” He could hardly finish his sentence as his eyes started to flutter. Seeing this Mr Jenkins got up from his seat to grab Ajax, making sure he didn’t fall to the floor. “Heyyy… whaaat’re youuu…” His words and mind trailed off as his body went limp, losing consciousness.

Jenkins knew he didn’t have long. The sedative might’ve knocked him out but it wouldn’t be for long. A big guy like Ajax would probably begin to wake in about an hour or so tops meaning he had to work fast. Jenkins used what little strength he had to move Ajax off the kitchen chair as gently as possible before dragging his sleeping body down the hallway and into the bedroom.

Right away Jenkins got to work. He started by unlocking the hidden safe he kept in his closet and pulled out a very old looking piece of paper. Written on it were instructions. Instructions for a forbidden magic spell that’d been passed down through his family for generations. One that’d been used many times by his spiritual ancestors. A body swapping spell.

He set up everything he needed like candles before making a circle out of magic runes around himself and Ajax. Once that was done he took a sedative himself, one that was slightly stronger and was likely to kick in very soon so there was no time to waste. He got in position and took a deep breath before taking the paper once again and reading out the ancient incantation inscribed on it. Speaking the forbidden words with as much chest as he could, trying not to lose his focus as he noticed the runes around them both begin to glow. His old heart beating faster with anticipation until finally he reached the last line.

He shouted those final words to complete the spell and in an instant the runes glowed brighter than ever before, creating some kind of magical bubble around the two men. Yet before Jenkins could even celebrate his success his body began to convulse and moments later his soul was forced out through his mouth as a glowing blue mass, leaving his elderly body limp and lifeless. This was shortly followed by the unconscious Ajax writhing around as well until a similar blue mass of spiritual energy was forced out of his mouth too!

The two energies twirled around one another for a moment until they formed into a ghostly version of the people they belonged to. A ghostly Ajax who seemed lost for words and a ghostly Mr Jenkins who was grinning at him maliciously, knowing what was going to happen next. Magic continued to pulse around the pair as their spiritual forms began to transform. Mr Jenkins’ ghost started to look younger and hunkier by the second while Ajax’s ghost grew older and withered. Only coming to an end when their souls had completely transformed into one another!

Now that Jenkins had become Ajax in soul, the only thing left was to take his physical body. After the transformation was complete their souls returned to their orb like states, spinning around each other again before launching into the open mouths of the opposite bodies they started in.

With that the magic of the spell dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing but silence. For about ten minutes anyway as that’s when ‘Ajax’ began to stir.

He groaned. His body felt heavy and tired due to the sedatives that were in his system. Yet the moment he caught sight of his body, his eyes shot open with wonder. “Haha! Yes it worked! It actually fucking worked!” Jenkins shouted and raved as he reached down to feel the strong pecs underneath his shirt with a malicious grin.

The young stud practically leapt onto his feet with excitement, moving faster and more freely than he had in years! He wasted no time in whipping off his shirt and dumping it on the floor so he could get a better look at his body and he wasn’t disappointed. “Jesus this boy is in good shape.” He mumbled as he ran a hand down the cobbled abs that decorated his stomach. “I was nowhere near as buff as this the last time I was this young.” He added, while flexing his new biceps for the first time and watching with wonder as the muscle peaked. “Fuuuck… I feel so strong!”

Every inch of his body was bulging with powerful muscle. All of it waiting to be flexed and groped. And that’s exactly what he did. Running his hands up and down his entire frame as he kicked off Ajax’s shorts. Squeezing his new pecs and pinching his nipples. Kissing his biceps as they bulged. Flexing his glutes and loving just how tight his new muscle ass felt. Not to mention how taut his skin was now. “God I’m sooo young!” He moaned as he grabbed his crotch. His new and improved cock already standing at attention and waiting to be used. “Gotta… cum!”

Jenkins shimmied down his underwear to set his vigorous new dick free. It looked gorgeous. He never thought he’d see a cock this beautiful in person ever again. And it was his! So thick and imposing just like the rest of his body. Without a single thought he wrapped a hand around it and started jerking while continuing to groping himself with his free hand.

“Oh fuuuuuuckkk! I haven’t been this rock hard in decades!” He bit his lip, pumping his young fat cock more furiously than he had in years while cupping his muscle tits and feeling their weight sit in his hand. Worshipping himself as much as humanly possible whilst moaning in his deep yet youthful voice. The sound of which only turned him on even more.

With the tremendous speed at which he was jerking, he could already tell he was starting to get close. His heavy new balls were welling up with a huge potent load. But he needed to see himself before he came. And so he glanced around the room until his eyes landed on a small mirror sitting on the bedside table. He made his way over and flipped it around to face him and the reflection that stared back almost made him cream on the spot.

“Holy fuck! I’m a hunk! My hair is so dark… and my face is so fuckin sexy!” It was taking his brain a moment to process it all. The unfamiliar reflection of a different man. He inspected the short beard that decorated his face, rubbing a hand across it while getting a feel for his new jaw. Allowing his fingers to gently glide across his lips and over his nose. Relishing how smooth his skin was. Hardly a wrinkle in sight. He inspected each individual feature with a growing lust.

“I’m Ajax…” He muttered to himself. Feeling a shiver of delight run up his spine as he said those words.

“I’m Ajax!” He repeated the claim, louder this time as he took a step back to really focus on his cock. Tightening his grip around it before hastening his pace. The thick manhood began to dribble significant amounts of precum from its tip. Just the feeling of it was overwhelming his senses in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Youthful lust consuming him.

“I’M AJAX!!!” He shouted one final time with certainty and the second he did the floodgates opened. His cock was like a cum hose, firing his potent seed halfway across the room in powerful bursts. All while he moaned like a horny beast. “Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhh…” He made sure to squeeze every last drop out of his dick, watching with satisfaction as it pulsed and leaked.

The new Ajax fell back onto the bed behind him in exhaustion. Laying out his model of a body in all its sweaty glory after the hottest and most intense orgasm of his life. “My fuckin… body now…” he grunted between laboured breaths. After that he was certain he had no regrets.

He sat back up after a couple minutes once he’d caught his breath before looking down at his new body again. Eyes scanning over the strong muscle he’d stolen for himself. His gaze then shifted across the room, peering over at his former body. “Probably got a couple hours before he wakes up after that sedative.” He theorised. “More than enough time to get a bit more familiar with my new self before going to see my new boyfriend.” Ajax snickered.

Just then however his nose caught a whiff of a strong manly scent. A scent that very quickly drew his nose towards his own sweaty armpits. “Woof! That is ripe!” He quickly went in for another sniff before running his tongue along his damp pit. “Uhooo that’s goood.” Not wasting any time he quickly switched to the other pit, sniffing and licking that one too. Instantly having fallen in love with his own musk. And who could blame him!? He smelt like a proper manly muscle stud! “I should probably still get a shower before seeing Eric… but until then I’m gonna enjoy this.” He grinned.

———

“And once I was more familiar with this body, I got dressed again and made my way back here. That’s when I apologised to you in his place.” The new Ajax finished, having detailed most of what’d happened to the former Ajax as he and Eric sat side by side on the bed. He seemed sincere about it all but it was hard for Eric to tell while Ajax’s dick was still pulsing at full mast. He even touched it a couple times absentmindedly while describing what’d happened.

It was a lot for Eric to take in. Even though he’d been thinking about it over these past few days, actually hearing Ajax admit that he wasn’t the real Ajax was maddened to hear. Especially as he detailed exactly how it’d gone down. On one hand it sounded completely absurd. Yet on the other hand he couldn’t help believing it. There was no denying that Ajax had a completely different energy around him now. Even though he looked the same on the outside, he’d just felt different. And now Eric knew why.

“So… you’re Mr Jenkins. The old man who’s lived across from us for years.” Eric said as he tried to process it all.

“I was Mr Jenkins.” The musclebound stud corrected. “Now I’m your hunky boyfriend Ajax.” He smiled hesitantly before gently wrapping an arm around Eric and pulling him closer. “The difference being that I actually appreciate you and this life we have unlike the former owner of this body.”

Eric mulled over all the stuff this man had described to him, specifically all the horrible things his original boyfriend had said when he wasn’t around. He had to admit it sounded exactly like the Ajax he knew. At least when it came to complaining about all those little things anyway. But all those horrible names? The way he blamed Eric for everything? It made him wanna cry.

“But wait. How do you know so much about Ajax and me then?? Have you been spying on us all these years?” Eric questioned.

Ajax chuckled at the accusation. “No no no. Nothing like that. If anything I’ve tried to keep my distance from you two. I always thought you were a hot couple and I was a little obsessed with Ajax’s body. That said I didn’t want to seem like the creepy neighbour you know?” He explained before continuing on. “No, the reason I know so much is because the swap also transfers a bunch of memories as well. It was really strange at first. I was remembering things about Ajax that I’d never experienced despite my memories claiming I had. Like the first time I went skiing a few years back and ended up falling dozens of times before getting right. I know that I didn’t do that but because the old Ajax did, it feels like I did it as well. Same goes for most other memories. It’s pretty handy for convincing people that I’m the real deal honestly. Hell it took you about five days to figure it out and that was after that asshole came here screaming and shouting about body swaps!” He laughed again while pulling Eric closer joyously.

“Fuck… I don’t know what to say.” Eric mumbled. “Part of me wants to feel bad that you trapped him in your old body but at the same time he’d been turning into such an asshole recently. If he really said all that stuff about me to you then… I dunno” He sighed, hiding his face in his palms. “I wanna be mad at you for tricking me and pretending to be him but…”

“But I’m better?” Ajax finished. “A better man than he ever was?” He got up and stood tall over Eric with a cocky yet irresistible look on his face. Putting his hands on his hips while proudly displaying his nude body. “Come on. Haven’t these last few days been proof enough of that?”

“Y-yeah.” Eric admitted. “These last few days have been amazing. You’re kinder than he was, more considerate, funnier, happier…” his gaze then shifted to his boyfriend's fat cock, still bucking between his legs excitedly. “Better at sex…”

“Exactly! Don’t you see? This is for the best!” Ajax claimed as he took a step closer. “I get to have a strong, handsome new body and you get a boyfriend who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He placed a hand gently on Eric’s cheek. “And fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.” A thick glob of precum dribbled from his cock, making him feel like such a stud.

Eric did his best not to drool at the sight, trying to keep a level head in the moment. “I… uhmm…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “But you stole most of his life. Isn’t that wrong?” He shuffled slightly while trying to look at the moral side of all this.

Ajax smiled softly. “Look. You said it yourself, the old Ajax was an asshole. He was horrible to you and was probably going to continue being horrible to other people. Do you really think a person like that deserved a body and life like this? Or you for that matter?” The body snatcher argued. “Besides at the end of the day what’s done is done. The spell I used is a once in a lifetime kinda deal. I couldn’t swap with him again or anyone else even if I wanted. I’m Ajax forever now. Full stop.”

Eric took a moment to let it all sink in. Part of him still wanted to feel bad but the other part of him was strangely grateful. Grateful that his cold hearted boyfriend had been switched out for a much superior version. It was a lot to take in but the more he thought about it, the more he began to imagine himself and staying with this new Ajax. No more constant arguing or toxicity. Instead being a happy and healthy couple that truly loves one another. And for the first time in a while Eric could actually see a possible future where he marries this man…

“Good.” Eric stated, standing up and facing Ajax with a glimmer in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re right. He didn’t deserve this body. But you fucking do.” He reached out and gave one of Ajax’s biceps a squeeze whilst planting a kiss on one of his pecs. “You deserve all of his muscles. You deserve his stupidly handsome face. And most of all you deserve his fat cock!” With one swift movement, Eric gripped Ajax’s throbbing dick, causing the hunk to flinch and grunt slightly. Then without a moment to waste he pushed Ajax back down onto the bed. The stud looked equal parts surprised and amused.

“Ohoho! Where did this come from??” He questioned after witnessing the sudden shift in Eric’s attitude. Not that he was complaining as he watched Eric swiftly begin to undress.

“What can I say? The thought of the pervy old man from across the street stealing my boyfriend’s hot young body is starting to turn me on.” Discarding the last of his clothes, Eric hopped onto the bed before crawling on top of Ajax until that thick cock he loved so much as nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. Did he still feel bad for the original Ajax? A little. But if what his new boyfriend said was true then there was no going back anyway. But even if they could, why would he want to go back to having a terrible boyfriend that was probably going to dump him when he could have this instead?

Ajax grinned. “Well I certainly ain’t old anymore.” He reached down and grabbed his stiff manhood and lined it up with Eric’s hungry hole. “I’m young, dumb and full. of. cum.” With that he plunged his cock deep inside causing the couple to let out a unified groan.

“Oh GOD yes!” Eric wailed just as he always did when he took that dick and even more so these last few days. Resting his hands on Ajax’s hairy pecs as he tossed his head back, feeling the entire length filling him up.

“Pervy on the other hand? Maybe just a little.” The hunk continued with a smirk before grabbing his lover’s head and pulling his face down until Eric’s nose went into one of Ajax’s pits. Forcing Eric to get a good whiff of his hunky scent while Ajax began moving his hips slightly.

“Mmmmmmmm… yeahhh!” Eric moaned as he finally pulled away from the sweaty pit. “I wish you’d done that sooner. I’ve always had a thing for his musk but he never let me smell his pits like that…”

“Heheh. I thought about it but I didn’t wanna give myself away.” Ajax admitted while reaching down and grabbing Eric's ass with both hands, using his strength to bounce the other man rhythmically on his cock. “But now that you know, I can share all my dirty little secrets with you.”

“Oh? Secrets like what?” Eric wondered.

A mischievous grin spread across Ajax’s face. “Well. I said that I couldn't use that spell to swap with anyone again. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use it…” He continued thrusting upwards into the bouncing ass above, feeling that tight hole clenching around his cock with desire. “Not that you have to if you’re happy the way you are. But I’m just saying… it’s an option.”

Eric almost couldn’t believe it. Swapping bodies with someone else? Already his mind was swarming with possibilities. He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to give up his own body or not but he had to admit the idea of becoming someone else sounded thrilling! A celebrity? An athlete? Or maybe even just a hot guy he happens to pass by on the street!? The potential was limitless. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind…”

With that the couple lent in and gave each other a deep kiss before really getting to business. Eric grinding his ass down against Ajax’s dick while the other man use all of his might to thrust up as far as he could. Before long they found themselves manuvouring onto their sides with Ajax now taking up most of the responsibility. Slamming in as deep as possible to make sure he really punished Eric’s prostate with every thrust. But finally they ended up changing positions again with Eric face down on the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, as Ajax plunged down into him from above. Utilising every ounce of power his strong jock body had to ruin his lover's welcoming hole. The wet sound of balls smacking filling the room along with seemingly endless moaning until Ajax’s load finally began to well up.

“Ohhh fuck! I’m gonna BLOW!” He warned as his thrusts became infrequent followed by a lengthy groan as he slammed down one last time.

Right away Eric could feel his insides being splattered with seed. The walls of his ass were painted in so much thick cum that it started to leak out around Ajax’s cock and drip onto the bed below before he’d even had a chance to pull out.

After a minute or so Ajax wetly dislodged himself from the hole before collapsing to the side of Eric. “You have no idea how good it feels to have sex like that again.” He mumbled through heavy breaths. “Last time I was this young, being out and gay wasn’t so simple. I found it difficult to get hook ups, never mind relationships…”

Eric smiled, looking over at his boyfriend as he felt the cum drooling from his hole. “All the more reason to make up for it now right?” He guided a cheeky hand towards Ajax’s backside before giving his gorgeous bubble ass a playful squeeze. “You know I always wondered what it would be like to stick my cock inside his ass for a change.” He hinted. “The old Ajax always said he was an exclusive top who never wanted anything near his ass… This newer, and obviously far superior, Ajax wouldn’t happen to have a slightly different opinion on that now would he?”

Ajax was silent for a moment. He mulled over what Eric was so obviously hinting towards before turning his head slightly and letting out a small sigh. “Fine. But get plenty of lube. You’re really gonna have to work me open. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”

Go read the Not Nut November Master Post first!

I wanted to make my own addition to @tf-lover’s series. I wasn’t planning on releasing new stories just yet but I thought I’d make an exception this time for the sake of getting this up during November! Enjoy!

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December 16th - Tuesday

“Welp… there goes the last of the old me.” Jordan muttered as he stared into his photo camera. His father Robert had finally convinced him to have a haircut. His entire life he’d had long shimmering waves that’d never been any shorter than shoulder length. Not anymore though. Jordan had been hesitant but after weeks of pestering, he finally gave in and let his father cut it. He had to admit though, the results weren’t too bad. The shorter cut seemed to highlight his masculine features more effectively. Not to mention it’d be low maintenance.

“Come on son. You look great! You’re gonna have lads and ladies alike jumping through fire for you. Trust me.” Robert reassured Jordan.

Jordan sighed. “What’s one more change I guess. We’ve already erased everything else about my old life.” He shrugged with a somewhat sarcastic smile.

Robert folded his arms over his chest, squinting down at his son. “Don’t be like that. You said yourself that you wanted this. Just yesterday you were telling me how much you were enjoying going to the gym and feeling huge. You were flexing your biceps in the mirror when you got home.”

The hunk’s face flashed red with embarrassment for a brief moment. He remembered how the testosterone must’ve gone to his head a little after getting such a serious pump at the gym. He couldn’t help feeling all head strong and cocky without even realising it. Thinking back, it was still so jarring to see how much of an influence this new body and its hormones were having on him.

“Yeah yeah… I know. Obviously I’m enjoying all this.” Jordan gestured down at his new bulky body. “But it’s still a lot sometimes. My hair was the last thing about my body that hadn’t changed.” He looked in his phone camera again before running a calloused hand across his now short bristly hair. “I don’t hate it though. Looks manly I suppose.” He admitted.

“See! You’ll grow to love it. Give it a week or so and you’ll never want long girly hair again.” Robert proclaimed, prouder than ever as he grinned at the new son he’d always wanted.

~~~

October 30th - Thursday

It was the day before Halloween when Juliet started to see posts floating around about No Nut November. She saw them every year so it wasn’t really a surprise at first. That is until she’d started hearing some strange rumours surrounding it recently. About how some kind of curse now surrounded the challenge itself and that anybody participating would either reap rewards or suffer a punishment depending on if they succeeded or failed.

Like any normal person she brushed it off at first. Probably just some silly kids online spreading weird stuff to scare their friends or something. But every time she logged onto social media, she’d see another post or comment talking about the curse. And they weren’t just kids. There were full grown adults backing this up. She started to wonder if they were all just trolls that were feeding into the rumour. What really made Juliet stop and wonder however was a post she saw from a man claiming to have completed the challenge last year. As proof he’d posted a picture of himself from October 2024 and another picture from this year. The difference was enormous. The first picture showed an average man with a small belly and a patchy beard. The second photo showed what appeared to be the same man but with the physique of a bodybuilder and a beard as full as could be.

She tried to shake it off. She tried telling herself that it couldn’t be real. Reasoning that the man was lying and that the photos must’ve had a much bigger time gap than a single. Or maybe they were just edited. Either way it had to be fake right?

~~~

October 31st - Friday

“I’m taking part in No Nut November.” Juliet said aloud in the solitude of her own bedroom. She wasn’t saying it to anybody in particular. She just had to say it. Apparently that was one of the rules set by the curse. You had to agree to take part either verbally or written. As such she’d also written those exact same words on a scrap piece of paper. She felt silly already. She almost couldn’t believe she was actually buying into all those curse rumours. And yet after reading into the effects of the curse some more… she couldn’t help herself.

From what she’d been able to gather, the longer somebody could go during No Nut November without orgasming, the more masculine they would become. Bigger muscles, stronger features, increased penis size. However if they were to orgasm, it sets them back again. Repeated orgasms would even mean feminisation to the point of becoming a woman for the men participating. Whatever body they’re left with on December 1st is then locked in for the next year.

But of course Juliet was already a woman so most would assume she’d want to orgasm consistently throughout the month. That way she could boost her feminine qualities. But that wasn’t her plan. Not even close.

For years now it’d become clear to Juliet that her father Robert had always wanted a son. She theorised that he’d probably regretted not trying for another kid when he was younger. Of course he loved her and she loved him but it’d become hard for them to bond as Juliet entered her twenties. She’d noticed the way her father glanced at other fathers and their sons. It was subtle but she could see a certain look in his eye. In hindsight it must’ve been envy followed up by guilt. It was all but confirmed for her when she’d accidentally overheard her dad on a phone call to one of his buddies saying how he wished he was younger so he could try again for son. Not in a malicious way towards Juliet of course but overhearing that was hurtful nonetheless. Yet for some strange reason… it also made her wonder what her relationship with her father could’ve been like had she had been born male.

It was far from the first time that gender curiosity had plagued her mind. Many times in the past she’d found herself wondering about what life was like for those on the other side of the gender spectrum. Even daydreaming about how different her own life could’ve been had she been born a boy instead of a girl. She wasn’t trans. Or at least she didn't think she was. Juliet had never felt out of place in her female body. Yet despite that her mind frequently lingered on the mere thought of how it would feel to inhabit a male body. How far removed would it actually feel from her current body? How noticeable would the difference in size and strength be? What would her face feel like with masculine features? What would having a penis be like? Would being in that body cause her to think or see the world differently?

It’d become almost like a kink. She’d connected with a handful of other women online who had similar fantasies about becoming men. It felt so taboo as she chatted to these other women about having strong hairy chests instead of breasts. Or getting to grow beards instead of putting on makeup everyday. But that’s all it seemed to be. A kink.

Until now.

Now this apparent curse claimed to have the power to answer all of these burning questions she’d had over the years. If it was real then she could finally experience it. The size. The testosterone. The privilege. All of it. And to top it all off… she could even give her dad the son he always wanted. The mere thought of it excited her more than she expected it too. The potential of leaving her old life behind to be a man. Maybe she was trans after all and hadn’t realised it yet. Whatever the case, she’d locked herself into the challenge now. She’d declared loud and proud that she was participating.

Worst case scenario, it’s all fake and Juliet feels like a complete idiot for somehow letting herself believe it. But if by some chance the curse is actually real then…

~~~

November 5th - Wednesday

For the first couple of days Juliet didn’t notice much. After day two she couldn’t help laughing at herself a little for buying into any of it. It was nonsense! But she kept up the challenge anyway.

But then she reached day five. She’d woken up that morning feeling a little strange though she couldn’t put her finger on why. She got up and out of bed like usual when she noticed something. Her forearms. There was a light dusting of hair covering them. She had to run her hands along it to confirm it was real and there was no doubt. She had arm hair. For her entire life Juliet had never grown arm hair. Her arms were always smooth as could be. Yet now there it was. Undeniable.

The rational part of her brain was telling her that it had to be a coincidence. Maybe it was some kind of hormonal imbalance or something. She tried telling herself the same thing when she noticed wisps of hair on her legs as well that shouldn’t have been there.

If that’d been all then she might’ve been able to convince herself that the curse wasn’t real. But there was more. Her shoes now seemed just a tiny bit tighter than before. As if her feet were half a size bigger than they should’ve been. And whenever she stood up, her perspective felt slightly off. Like she was somehow an inch or so taller than she should’ve been. It was all small things that individually she could’ve rationalised and blamed on her imagination or a number of other reasons. But all those things put together made the truth clear.

Juliet stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at herself as she noticed some peach fuzz on her upper lip. “I’m not crazy. I can’t be crazy right?” She breathed, voice shaking. “Am I a-actually becoming a dude?” She asked her reflection as if it would somehow give an answer. “There’s no way that curse is actually real…” She mumbled.

Her heart was going a mile a minute. For a moment she considered masturbating in the hopes it would reverse the effects. It was a long moment that seemed to drag on for eternity as her hand hovered over her crotch. But in the end, she withdrew.

~~~

November 11th - Tuesday

Juliet wasn’t sure exactly what’d possessed her to soldier on through the challenge. Was it her deep seated kinky curiosity? Was it the possibility that she could form a closer bond with her father if she went through with this? Or was it the strangely satisfying feeling of burgeoning masculinity that spread further through her body with every passing day? Perhaps it was all the above.

Regardless one thing was for certain. The curse was real. Not a single doubt about it. She might’ve been able to deny it before but now the changes had become too glaring to brush off. The hair on her arms and legs had become more noticeable. Her breasts had begun to shrink. Her distinctly feminine curves had become less pronounced. But most of all, in the last day or so, she’d begun to feel this bizarre sensation building in her core. Like her reproductive system was attempting to reorganise itself. That couldn’t have been more clear when she woke up this morning to see a tiny nub had begun pushing its way out of her vagina. The tip of a dick.

Of course the first thing she did was lock herself in the bathroom to inspect it. Gently poking and prodding at the small mushroom shaped head. It was sensitive. So much so that she feared touching it too much in case she accidentally orgasmed. But just seeing it was enough to have her pupils dilated with arousal. It was one thing seeing the shape and size of her body subtly change but to see the beginnings of something distinctly male appearing between her legs was beyond anything else.

“I’m gonna have a dick.” Juliet said to herself with a grin she couldn’t help. It was almost unbelievable and yet there it was. Undeniable. And it was only going to grow.

As the day went on, Juliet tried her best to hide herself from her father. After all, her changes were becoming more and more noticeable. Her face looked more androgynous now than feminine, just as her body did. There was only so much her long hair could do to hide that fact. She knew she couldn’t hide it forever but she just didn’t know how to explain it. She just hoped that if she waited long enough that she’d have become male enough for her father to be forced to believe it. It sounded messy but that was her plan.

~~~

November 15th - Saturday

It was messy. Juliet had finally decided to confront her father as her transformation began to tip the scales towards to masculine side. There was only so long she could stay locked in her room after all before he started worrying. So she confessed what was happening. Needless to say Robert was lost for words. At first he wasn’t even sure she was actually his daughter. She had to prove it multiple times before he finally believed her. But once he’d finally convinced him, she told her father about the curse.

“WHAT?! YOU’VE GOTTA REVERSE IT THEN!!” Robert shouted hysterically as any parent likely would in a situation as abnormal as this. “WHY HAVEN’T YOU??”

It’d been a strange conversation to say the least. Juliet had to try and explain to her father that didn’t have any intention of failing the challenge. It was difficult to explain since even Juliet herself hadn’t been able to fully decipher her feelings about it. In the end she simply told him that it felt right. With every day that passed she felt more and more comfortable with the changes happening to her body. Like she was a butterfly slowly emerging from a cocoon. Needless to say her father struggled to wrap his head around it but he had no choice but to accept it. After all she wasn’t about to reveal the other reasons why she’d got herself into this.

By this point Juliet still looked somewhat androgynous but she was clearly more masculine than feminine looking. Her facial features had begun to harden now, losing most of the softness they’d once had. Her brow looked stronger. Her nose was more prominent. Her jaw seemed wider. On top of that her breasts were completely gone with her nipples almost down to an average male size. Following that were the first few strands of chest hair she’d begun to sprout. As for her dick, it’d grown significantly. It was now reaching about the average size and Juliet was already getting drunk on the feeling of it swinging between her legs. She was still waiting on the testicles but she hoped it wouldn’t be long now.

~~~

November 21st - Friday

“How about Jason?” Robert suggested.

Juliet pursed her lips slightly. “Hmmm. It has a nice ring to it. I’ll note it down as a maybe.” She said as she scribbled the name on a piece of paper beneath a list of others.

After a lot of struggle, Robert had managed to come to terms with what was happening to his daughter. She was becoming a man. A fact that became more evident with everyday that passed.

By now Juliet was a man through and through. The shape of her body had finished developing into a masculine form. Her hands and feet had grown multiple sizes. What’d started as mild scruff on her face a week ago had finally developed into a healthy, almost full, beard. One that framed her now unmistakably male face. The curse had purged any and all female qualities her body once had. And most exciting of all, her balls had finally dropped! Literally! It happened suddenly overnight. She woke up on the morning of the 17th and there they were. A hefty set of balls sitting comfortably beneath her new cock. That’s when everything changed.

The moment Juliet got her testicles it was like the curse had kicked into high gear. The changes to her body had begun to speed up, making her already male body grow more and more masculine at a rapid rate. Before long her flat chest began inflating again, only this time with burgeoning pecs. Her already male voice only continued to deepen every day. Her arms and legs slowly but surely bulged bigger. Even her height continued to increase slowly, having pushed her over the 6 foot barrier at last.

But it was more than just that. Ever since her new balls appeared, she’d felt different. It was almost like she could sense the newfound surge of testosterone flowing through her body and brain. She felt more confident in a way. Proud of herself even whenever she looked in the mirror. Like there was this male ego beginning to build inside her head. One that wanted to compete and show off. There was even an underlying sense of aggression she could feel bubbling from within. Not angry or dangerous aggression. Just… aggression. Like it was always simmering just below the surface. Ready to explode at any moment if she didn’t keep a tight lid on it. It was intense but empowering yet also terrifying all at the same time. Needless to say, she was gonna have to learn to keep that in check.

All that aside, Juliet was starting to struggle for the first time since starting the challenge. She’d get constant boners every single day. Her new cock pulsing angrily against the confines of the whatever pants she’d borrowed from her dad that day. And a few times she’d almost given in. Having stroked her thick cock a few times in delight before digging up the will power to let go. She couldn’t cum now. She’d gotten so far. At this point she was determined to see just how masculine she could get by the end. That said she could see why this was actually a challenge for dudes. Men were such horny bastards! It wasn’t like she didn't already know this but now she got to experience what it was like first hand. Every other thought she had was about shooting a load and how it would feel.

She just had to last a few more days.

~~~

November 28th - Friday

“Jesus. I can’t believe you’re still growing too.” Jordan mumbled as he stared down at his morning wood. He’d originally assumed that once it reached an average then it wouldn’t grow much more but that couldn’t have been further from the case as he stared down at his pulsing cock. It’d finally reached 8 inches hard according to his ruler. Not to mention it felt girthy than it did a week ago. But that wasn’t all because even his balls had gotten fatter! Both things Jordan felt oddly proud about. Like he wanted to brag about it. He probably would once he told his online friends about what’d happened.

That said, somehow another full week had passed without a drop of cum spilled. It was far from easy with Jordan having to distract himself at almost every moment. Constantly having to resist the urge to touch his new man meat despite feeling more aroused than ever before in his life. Whenever he caught sight of even a mildly attractive dude, he’d find himself drowning in erotic thoughts of pinning him down and slamming his new cock inside his ass until he begged for mercy. He was almost ashamed to be having those kinds of thoughts. They made him feel so dirty and perverted. But despite its attempts to control him, he hadn’t given into his cock yet. Because of that he’d reaped even more benefits from the curse over the last seven days.

For a start he was now a solid 6 foot 2. Needless to say he’d hit his head a handful of times while underestimating how tall he was now. Not that he could be blamed when he was constantly growing. It’d been a difficult adjustment to keep up with. On top of that his muscles hadn’t stopped growing either. Everyday they seemed to bulge bigger. Now he could confidently say he had a pair of thick hairy muscle tits that he could bounce at will. His biceps had continued to gain inch after inch as the days went by. Jordan had even started measuring them to keep track. His thighs calves had grown into the huge meaty pillars of power he called legs. His hands were like mits now and his feet were too huge even for dads shoes now. But the thing he’d kept the keenest eye over this last week was his ass. It’d continued plump up into the big bubbly jock butt of his dreams. An ass so enticing he wished he could fuck himself.

Besides the ongoing physical transformation, Jordan had decided on some other changes over the last seven days as well. Like his new name for a start. After testing out a bunch of names, he and his dad decided Jordan was the best fit. It wasn’t too dissimilar from his original name and it felt comfortable to hear. At the same time he decided he might as well start going by male pronouns as well. It seemed appropriate given the new body and name.

His father had come around surprisingly well to all this. Naturally those first few days after finding out had been weird but now Robert seemed almost as excited about the transformation as Jordan. He’d accepted it all much faster than Jordan could’ve ever hoped and had even become quite supportive.

“There you go son!” Robert said with a smile as he set breakfast on the table for Jordan. He’d piled his son’s plate with a mountain of bacon, sausages, tomatoes, baked beans and what looked to be half a dozen eggs. Juliet would’ve struggled to eat even a fraction of all that but Jordan found himself salivating at the delicious fry-up. “A big man like you needs as much fuel as he can get!” Robert added, giving his new son a pat on the back.

“Thanks Dad. This looks amazing.” Jordan grabbed a knife and fork before ripping into some of the bacon, shovelling it into his mouth like a man possessed. “You really didn't have to… mmmphf… I was planning on making breakfast myself when I got up.” He managed to say in between mouthfuls.

“Nonsense. Can’t an old man make sure his lad is well fed?” Robert chuckled. “You’ve gotta get used to eating more. I mean look at how huge you’re getting! Once this curse is finished you’ll wanna make sure you keep all that muscle. That means a lot more protein and calories. Not to mention we’ll need to sort out a solid gym routine for you.” He continued on as he started making his own breakfast.

Jordan hummed as he stabbed a piece of sausage. “Sounds like you’ve just about got it all figured out dad.” The hunk replied flatly.

“What can I say? I just want the best for you.” Robert shrugged, still beaming away. “Now that you’re a man I can mentor you. Help keep you on track. Kinda like a coach I guess.” He spun around to face Jordan who was still eagerly tucking into his breakfast. “I mean look at you. You could probably be a bodybuilder if you refined some of this new muscle mass you’ve gained. Imagine that! My son, up on stage. A symbol of masculinity.” He turned back around to focus on the bacon he had sizzling in the pan. “Well that’s what you want of course. No pressure or anything. Definitely think about it though.”

Jordan side eyed his father. “Uhhh yeah… I’ll give it some thought.” It’s not that he didn’t like the idea. It actually sounded weirdly enticing. It could’ve just been the testosterone again thinking but the idea of getting to show off how sculpted his new male body to a crowd of people eager to praise him sounded exhilarating. But seeing how enthusiastic his father was about all this was a bit uncanny. Not in a bad way exactly. Jordan loved that his dad finally seemed proud of him. It was all he ever wanted. He just couldn’t quite get over the fact that it took him becoming a man to finally receive that approval. He tried not to dwell on it too much. If his dad was happy then there was no need to spoil it now.

“Oh also we should think about getting you a haircut soon. Something a little more manly you know?” Robert piped up again, breaking Jordan’s train of thought.

“Really? I’m not sure.” Jordan hadn’t really considered cutting his hair at all. Those long sandy brown waves were the one thing that’d remained consistent across this month. Cutting it would be like cutting off what was left of his old life.

“Just think about it.”

~~~

November 30th - Sunday

He’d almost made it. It was the evening of the final day. Just a few more hours to go and Jordan would be home free. By now he’d fully accepted the reality of being a man for the rest of his life and he wanted it more than anything else in the world. So he refused to give in now. No matter how much his 8 and a half inch cock begged and spluttered.

All this hairy muscle. The incredible size and strength. The satisfying facial hair that coated his square jaw. The heavy cock and balls that swung between his legs. He was addicted to it. Plain and simple. All of his kinky fantasies had come to life. Most of those questions he’d once asked himself about the male experience had been answered. And in no way could he see himself ever going back. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a woman. That wasn’t it. It was just that being a man felt so much more appealing. More appropriate. He loved himself more than he ever had before in his entire life. Almost like this was destiny in some way.

The clock ticked and ticked. Every minute seemed longer than the last as time marched ever closer to the stroke of midnight. Eventually however, the clock read 11:55pm. So close. Just five more minutes. That was all he had to survive. But that didn’t stop his dick from trying its utmost to tempt him anyway. That sensitive shaft was hard as steel and pointing skyward as Jordan inspected himself. Eyes scanning over every inch of form and taking in what would be the final result.

He allowed his hands to wander across the vastness of his hulking form. Even though he’d stared in awe at it countless times over the month as he changed and grew, a small part of him still couldn’t believe it was real. But it was undeniable. Every touch confirmed it. Every flex. Every twitch. Even the way his burly pecs rose and fell with every breath he took. He couldn’t help doing a spin to check himself out from every available angle. Marvelling at the wide expanse of his back before allowing his hands to cup the muscular globes he now called an ass.

11:59pm. Jordan held his cock gingerly. He didn’t stroke it. Not yet. He couldn’t risk it. Only holding it as his head and heart began to thump with adrenaline. His eyes glanced at the clock every other second as ticking became almost agonising to listen to.

And then it happened.

~~~

December 1st - Monday

Midnight came and with it a tidal wave crashed over Jordan. He tensed up hard for a moment. Every muscle went rigid. And then… release. A pulse of relief coursed through his every nerve and vein and immediately he knew something was different. As if a key had turned inside his body and finally locked everything into place. And with it weight he hadn’t even realised was there lifted from his enormous shoulders as the curse lifted itself at last. Jordan was free.

What followed was a primal frenzy. Unfiltered animalistic lust burned through Jordan’s eyes. His hand was like a vice around his fat cock, gripping it for dear life. And just like that he couldn’t stop himself. A whole month of pent up sexual frustration erupted all at once as Jordan began pumping his cock like it was the last thing he’d ever do. He tried his best to stifle his moans but it was an impossible task. No matter how hard he bit his lip, he couldn’t stop himself from grunting and growling like a beast as he jerked himself off.

Finally he was able to answer one of the few remaining questions he’d had. What did it feel like for men to masturbate? It was a question that’d haunted him every single day since his penis had appeared. And now he knew. In so many ways it was similar but the experience itself was completely different. He was so intimately aware of the vast sensitive nerves that lined his shaft. Every change in speed or motion as he pumped caused the feeling of euphoria to surge even higher. The best way he could describe it was that his dick was a lightning rod for pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck!!….” Jordan didn’t think he could stop himself now if he tried. His body and hormones had completely taken over. All he could think about was his cock and balls as well as with how badly he wanted to shoot a load. Like he needed to orgasm more than anything else in the world. Nothing else mattered. All he needed was that sweet release.

It wasn’t until a few toe curling minutes later did that release finally arrive. He’d felt it building with every moment and finally he was reaching some kind of peak. His male instincts told Jordan this was it. He was hyper aware of everything. He felt his balls begin to tighten up as they began pumping sperm that would mix with other fluids in his body to create semen. His eyes widened as he felt it flowing into his shaft and moving it way up. And finally Jordan mouth hung agape as the tip of his cock began shooting rope after rope of thick virile cum.

He couldn’t control it. All he could do was stumble around like a big dumb horny oaf as his cock acted like an out of control hose pipe, splattering anything he looked at with cum. All the while he felt a powerful sense of relaxation begin to wash over every muscle in his body. The kind that made him shiver with delight. And it continued to linger for as long as his dick was still erupting.

When it was all over there was cum everywhere. Jordan had fallen back onto his bed with exhaustion, grinning ear to ear at having experienced his first male orgasm. If he had to compare then he’d describe a female orgasm as a powerful tsunami while a male orgasm was like a massive strike of lightning. He had to admit it was a little freaky how his lust had taken over in the way that it had. All he could think about was cock and cum for a moment there. He supposed it was true that men really did have dick for brains. At least sometimes.

After a moment of rest. Jordan was able to clean himself up before collapsing again. Falling asleep practically the second his head hit the pillow. And he had the biggest smile as he drifted off into a dream.

~~~

December 17th - Wednesday

Jordan had managed to build a decent routine. His father had helped him put it all together. Already the gym was starting to feel like a second home and meal prep had become a standard in the last couple weeks. Robert had been diligent in researching everything they'd need to know in order to not only keep Jordan huge but hopefully keep him growing the natural way.

“I couldn’t be more proud to call you my son Jordan.” Robert would say after taking progress pics of his son for the first time. Laying it on a little thick perhaps about how happy he was in hindsight that his former daughter had become the man he’d always wished he could’ve raised.

Jordan didn’t mind. Not anymore. Instead he embraced it just like he’d embraced everything else. It might’ve taken him becoming a whole different person but he was just glad that he finally had a father who wanted to be active and present in his life. Who wanted to support him. Who was proud beyond all else to be his parent. It was all Jordan ever wanted.

And he didn’t even have to pretend because he loved bodybuilding too! He loved pumping iron in the gym! He loved feeling just how much weight his body could lift. He adored how the eyes of other gym goers seemed to linger on him and his physique. It was rewarding beyond anything else he’d ever experienced. And the more his dad talked about going pro and getting on stage, the more the idea of it excited him. But he was a long way away from that yet. Years probably. But it was a dream he hoped to accomplish someday.

Later he found himself standing in the changing rooms of his local gym. He’d just finished a grueling but rewarding chest day and his pecs looked incredible.

He took a moment to appreciate himself as always in the mirror. He was still getting used to the short hair though. It both looked and felt weird but after all the changes he’d gone through recently, it was hardly something to cry about. He didn’t want to admit it since he’d made a fuss about getting it cut but he was actually starting to like it a little. No more having to tie it back to stop it from blowing in his face. No more long winded hair care routines. No more constant brushing. Buzzing it off had made him realise just how much time he’d been wasting. Not to mention he looked manlier than ever which was always a plus.

Jordan took a deep breath as he thought back to what his life had once been. As a woman he’d had so many unfulfilled wants and desires. So much curiosity and confusion filled his mind back then. Compare that to now and it was like night and day. He couldn't have been more satisfied with his life, his body, his relationship with his father. Sure he was probably getting ahead of himself a little. It’d only been two and half weeks after all. But if the rest of life was anywhere near as good as things were now then he couldn’t fucking wait for what was to come.

He sent a photo of himself to one of his online friends. The ones that he used to talk to about his kinks for gender swapping. Well of course he’d shared his little transformation with the group and as it turned out one of the other women, Miranda, had also completed the No Nut November challenge. His name was Marco now and he was such a stud. All the other women in the group gushed over them constantly. Some were clearly a little envious but most of them were curious.

Since then Jordan and Marco had been messaging in private. Discussing their new male bodies with each other, thankful to speak to someone who understood fully what the other was feeling. And now they were planning on arranging a meet up. Jordan was the one who suggested it. He made it sound innocent and sweet but in reality he was just hungry to get a piece of Marco’s juicy ass. And who knows, maybe the two of them could be a good match romantically as well? Only time will tell.