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

Sweet Revenge

Disclaimer: These photos were taken by a very dear friend of mine; all credit goes to him. Thank you very much, Aphelion.

Gavin was the perfect guy: Nice, an amazing athlete, always empathetic, with a perfect smile, dreamy hair, and a voice like velvet against your skin, and his scent...

His only flaw was his damn sister, Raquel. She was the typical queen bee of the university, mean, ironic, and sarcastic to the point of wounding with the slightest glance – the very image of arrogance in all its splendor.

That's what Nick hated about her, and dude, he have plenty of reasons to hate her; ever since they'd both started university, it seemed like she had no other purpose in life than to make the poor guy's life unbearable, making fun of his clothes, his appearance, even going so far as to call him "Fatty Nico". If they were ever on the same team for a class, he was guaranteed to end up doing all the work while Raquel just stared at her hair in the mirror and checked her perfect nails.

But everything worsened when "someone" leaked some of his very very… personal photos, scattered all over the university campus like hot pamphlets, fresh from a hellish oven. Nick's reputation plummeted deeper than the Mariana Trench. He was resentful, and unlike any other victim of her bullying, he had the perfect way to strike back in the most brutal way possible.

In a very... familiar way.

Nick was part of a lineage of dormant sorcerers and witches; generally, magic was always something sacred, without banal uses, much less malevolent ones like revenge, but he was fed up and utterly exhausted. Why did he have to keep putting up with an insecure bitch whose only pleasure could be derived from making others feel bad?

— Dolor in possessionem mutetur, et possessio mutetur in sanguinem eius quem maxime odi… – he murmured softly, seated around a pentagram, scattering grains of salt around him, his gaze fixed on a specific photograph in the center. The area was surrounded by candles, with a dark and tense atmosphere that made the quartz crystals, amethysts, and other delicate herbs almost crackle as he continued incantating. He took a piece of branch to wrap around a ball of red yarn, then took the photograph to wrap it as well, closing his eyes. Murmuring and continuing the wrapping with each incantation, he continued – Frater eius ultionis meae scopus sit... Conscientia mea in corpore eius habitat... Per eum desiderium meum impleatur!

A distant thunder sounded. Nick's body twisted backward, his face contorting as his eyes turned white. He mumbled a few things, as if still speaking Latin. His fingers tensed, and his mouth opened, unleashing a torrent of energy that shot through the ceiling, leaving his body on the floor, completely extinguished. The candles around him gradually went out until total darkness remained.

— Ugh… – Gavin groaned, shaking his head as he tried to concentrate on lifting one more rep of a weight. His whole body felt sweaty and sticky; his tank top was soaked in the armpit area. And although it seemed disgusting, he had no other choice. In reality… He had always been very sweaty. No matter how much deodorant and antiperspirant he used, he always ended up drenched in that foul stench. That was why he always tried to train at night when the university gym was empty. During exercise practices, he always brought an extra change of clothes because the first one was already smellier than any cheese with vinegar. The guy tried to lift another weight when he noticed the ceiling lights flicker for a while before returning to normal. He just sighed, refocusing on his routine, so much so that he didn't notice something spying on him – Just three more – he muttered with a grunt, pushing his body to the limit. His bicep bulged, his jaw clenched – Three... Two...

— One.

Just as he was about to pause to inhale on the last repetition, an invisible force forced its way into his mouth. The poor guy, completely unprepared, dropped the weight and was forced to swallow the invader. He collapsed to the floor without any resistance, beginning to writhe.

— UGHHHH! – he groaned with even more desperation. His entire body was writhing, plagued by spasms and uncontrollable movements. His eyes rolled back as if in a trance. He opened his mouth to spit out a little saliva along with his tongue. His pecs hardened against the fabric of his t-shirt, producing even more sweat from the uncontrollable effort coursing through his nervous system. He felt himself losing more and more control of his body. He couldn't feel his feet, his hands, anything in his torso. It was as if, little by little, he was fading away until nothing remained of him. He groaned in despair, feeling a final jolt of electricity before collapsing to the ground, his chest heaving, his pulse racing, erratic and uncontrollable.

Little by little, he calmed down until he opened his eyes, a reddish gleam blending with his irises before fading. He blinked a few times, bringing a hand to his head.

— Mfh… Maybe I should have waited for a calmer place – he murmured, his voice unfamiliar to him. It was higher-pitched, less athletic and imposing than usual. He looked down at himself, initially calm and even indifferent, before a mocking smile spread across his face, followed by a chuckle – No way – he whispered – Woah…

His hands went to his chest, raising and lowering it in disbelief. A huge grin was etched on his face. He raised his arms and began flexing them forcefully, fascinated by the way his biceps bulged, how the flesh came together to form a perfect mound of muscle he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. He licked his lips, trying not to calm down, his areolas prickling and pressing like rocks against his sleeveless shirt.

— Damn, it feels so good to be you! – he let out another erratic laugh, lifting and lowering his legs on the tatami mat, his composure completely gone – Fuck, seriously, sorry Gavin, but hey… I've got a great body now, don't you think? 

He stood up and began pacing the empty gym until he found a mirror in front of him. He raised his arms again, launching into a parade of bodybuilder and almost superhero poses, a mix of ridiculousness and fascination. How his muscles looked, how tight his sweatpants felt, his biceps and those well-defined shoulders, and… 

— Shit, I have abs! – he exclaimed happily as he lifted his shirt to reveal his sculpted abdomen. He licked his lips like a madman. The outline in his pants was gigantic, like the trunk of an ancient tree. His skin was tanned, glistening, so tempting… “Gavin” couldn’t resist lifting his shirt again and pressing it completely to his nose, inhaling as if it were the last oxygen in the universe. He kept sniffing until his nostrils were clogged with that fetid, testosterone-laden, rancid, and slightly acidic aroma, which only left him more dazed than if he had seen the gods themselves.

— This is so fucking delicious, haha. Why haven't I done something like this before?! I could have saved myself so many shitty deals – the guest pressed himself against the mirror, rubbing against the cold reflection that only chilled his skin, causing him to gasp. The mirror's surface was completely battered and slightly fogged by the heat. His gaze focused on the new one that belonged to him, smiling. 

— Well, big guy, thanks for the ride. I didn't mean to involve you, but… I think you have a sister who's a real bitch. Don't you think?

And the key Nick needed to carry out his entire plan against Raquel was Gavin. Why? It was simple. Raquel's success and reign of terror were based on being untouchable, not because she was the prettiest or the most beautiful, but because she was his sister. Everyone gave her a second chance, hoping she'd be as pleasant as her older brother at the end of the day. The professors didn't dare not raise her grade for fear of "facing" Gavin's charm, which would make them back down the moment he walked through the door. She had no power of her own; everything was at her good brother's expense.

— I'm sorry for what's going to happen – he murmured – But if it's any consolation, I assure you, you won't remember a single thing about this.

Gavin was always known for his calm, gentle, self-controlled, and diplomatic personality – the most outstanding figure at the university, the perfect face of the institution that boasted of its values ​​of respect, humility, empathy, and…

— Who wants to see my abs?! – The new Gavin stood in the middle of the cafeteria, perched on the central table, wearing nothing but tight, shiny, almost spandex-like workout clothes. He had on dirty, worn-out shoes that smelled like rancid cheese.

Everyone in the room stared at him in disbelief, some surprised, others scandalized, and even horrified. Gavin wouldn't dare do that even if he were completely insane, but with the advice of his new "best friend" Nick, he was definitely going to let loose.

He brought his hands to his pecs and squeezed them together, flexing again and starting to sway his hips like an exotic dancer. His hand slid slowly up his thigh before he stood up again and slapped his own buttocks, letting out a gasp. He stuck out his tongue, then knelt down and began crawling around the table as if he were putting on a show for his fans. Some had already pulled out their phones and weren't bothering to turn off the flash. He felt like a pop star in the middle of a leak, and ironically, he wasn't bothered in the slightest.

Well, Nick wasn't bothered. For the first time, he felt so seen, and especially, under his own control. No more embarrassing photos on the web, much less making humiliating piles of papers in the hallways. If he stuck out his tongue, if he raised his armpit, or took off those disgusting shoes, he was sure the result would be masterful.

The athlete stood up again only to begin unbuttoning his bodysuit and slowly pulling it down. The scent hit everyone as soon as his skin was exposed, that earthy, musky aroma of a real man. The audience was mesmerized. 

— What the hell is this?! 

Principal Abrahams had to intervene to stop the scene, practically dragging Gavin to his office. The whole way there, Gavin kept smiling at the people staring at him, licking his lips, running his tongue over his perfect teeth, or flexing his biceps like male birds displaying their plumage to impress females. But in this case, let's just say Gavin was paying a little too much attention to other athletes, nerds, or lone wolves who were staring at him for a bit too long.

— Can you explain what just happened? Have you lost your mind?! You're the face of the school, how are you going to avoid getting expelled?!

— Actually, Principal… I think I have the perfect solution, so you, you know, can… – he murmured, kneeling against the principal’s face, sliding under his desk to force him to open his legs, running his hand along his thighs and lightly digging his fingers in – Forgive me.

The sound of the zipper being lowered, the nearly fifty-year-old man was completely stunned, frozen in place, the guy’s agile, athletic hands moving to slide the principal’s tool down and begin to take care of his “urgent needs and annoyances”.

From that moment on, that was “Gavin’s” way of solving any problem. Bad grade? He’d wait for his critical thinking teacher in his office with his legs open after a tiring game. Coach complaining about his performance? He could pay him a visit in his car and kiss him desperately like wild animals in heat. Some nerd who didn’t want him on his team because he never worked? Maybe a good sniff of his smelly armpits could change his mind.

Rumors, photos, videos, and stories passed from ear to ear spread through the university hallways like wildfire, and while Gavin's newfound "reputation" soared to the heights of outer space, Raquel's reputation plummeted to a much lower level. Whispers behind her back, laughter – all the power she had amassed in the shadow of her perfect, athletic brother had completely evaporated.

— Yeah, I've heard what you've said about my sister, but hey, I'm a good brother, and I actually get along really well with her. She's an angel. Don't be mean to her. We get along so well we even share clothes! 

Nick had gotten Gavin to open an OnlyFans channel and other social media accounts that weren't exactly focused on glorifying his athletic achievements. He was wearing a thin-strapped top, some damn tight pants that looked more like leggings, and a totally "uninhibited" attitude in front of the camera, flexing his muscles as his hungry audience demanded, eager for more, more skin, more humiliation, more of everything.

A part of Nick truly felt terrible for having such a gorgeous guy like Gavin in trouble which it wasn’t his. He knew he could have possessed Raquel's body instead and given her the lesson she deserved, but a part of him also knew his fun wouldn't have been the same. He wouldn't have had those defined pecs, the strength in his hands, his thick, muscular thighs, his biceps, or his damn smelly armpits… But more importantly, the satisfaction.

— What the hell is wrong with you, Gav?! Are you a fag or wha-?!

— It's called being gay, Raquel. We're not in the 18th century, and if I am, what's it to you? It's my life, isn't it?

— You're ruining my reputation! You can't keep doing that!

— Oh, really? Just because you say so? Sure, don't worry, little sister, I'll stop just because you say so – he smiled as cynically as he could, making sure to puff out his pecs and slap his own thighs hard, the result of years of nonstop training – Although it'll be a shame not to let so many guys dominate me in so many ways the way they want, it turns out you were a bitch to almost the entire university and for some reason, they want to take it out on your brother. Don't you think it's ironic?

The revenge continued and continued, rising like the ocean waves. More revealing clothes, dirty socks soaked with sweat; there were days when he didn't even bother putting on a t-shirt or shirt, it was better to go au naturel in this heat. Heh.

The clothes that only came out of his closet for working out now plagued his daily life, and his more reserved and calm personality had been buried by constant flirting and an excessive desire for other guys to see him. And god… He certainly had no shortage of spectators in the locker room.

The reputations of both siblings were buried seven meters underground. Even though Nick abandoned Gavin's body, it was obvious the damage was done. And despite the possession having served its purpose, Raquel had become almost an outcast, the laughingstock of everyone else. She still tried to maintain that same abusive and domineering personality, only it no longer worked whenever she tried to hide behind her "brother". If she did, she only got double entendres, provocations, and laughter on her poor face, but even so, Nick wanted more.

— Woah! Shit! That was intense – he said with a chuckle, wearing nothing but swim trunks, barefoot, shirtless, and drenched in that characteristic sour sweat. His hair was disheveled, he wore sunglasses, his tongue was sticking out, and he was dancing in the middle of a beach surrounded by people.

Gavin had an important trip with the rest of the sports team; it was the finals, the one that would put the university on a pedestal in front of other faculties. The game would be held on one of the most beautiful beaches in the country. Nick was ready to compete. He could be acting without any inhibitions, but since he'd been spending more and more time in Gavin's body, some of his tastes had also assimilated into Gavin's: sports, exercise, some video games. Luckily, he hadn't developed an attraction to women; that would have been weird, lol.

But until the game, he could have as much fun as he wanted: drink after drink, a passionate kiss with a stranger, acting more easy than even at home. What if his pictures ended up all over the internet? So be it!

Nick was intoxicated with power, and not exactly with revenge. He loved everything! The attention, those defined abs, his amazing physique, the strength of an athlete without ever having lifted a finger to get it, that incredible body – guys saw him, noticed him, and socializing and flirting were effortless! Gavin's original life could go to hell!

He'd found out that Raquel had dropped out of university. Apparently, the joke's only funny until you're the butt of it. Nick could practically go back to his old life without any problems or consequences… But he didn't want to. He wanted to enjoy being Gavin, being an attractive athlete, without many restrictions, insecurities, or limits. He could stuff himself with food and drink, one after another. 

The guy had the stamina and metabolism of a demigod! He could eat almost ten hamburgers one after the other and not gain a single pound of fat; on the contrary, it transformed into muscle!

And his fans? He was watched by tons of pervs every day, making a ton of money – more than he'd ever imagined! Selling photos, some smelly clothes, he'd even thought about taking things further. Wouldn't people fight over a single date with him? Of course they would, damn it! He was like a diamond in a room full of thieves, all eager to sink their claws into him and claim the grand prize.

No more laughter, no more degrading comments about his body. Maybe he was taking someone else's life, but screw morals and ethics, that's what he wanted.

— Mmmhw… – The poor Nick groaned, a terrible headache throbbing as he woke up in his hotel room. He was drenched in sweat, shirtless, just tangled in the sheets. He felt sticky, and not from his own sweat. He smelled… funny. 

Fuck, fuck, the match! The former loser tried to get up as best he could, only to let out a sigh and lie back down on the bed. What did the match matter? He could give the judges and the referee a "hand job" or even use his mouth, so his team would win; that was the least of his concerns. 

He should go back to enjoying the beach; the sand and water felt delicious here, and with that body… He wouldn't have any trouble finding company.

Ah, damn, how he loved his new body.

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Are you sure he’s your friend if you want to transform him like that? Anyway, that’s your business, I just open the chatroom.

You and your friend are watching TV when the screen flickers, glitches, and changes to a chatroom layout. Remembering your ask, you start to excuse yourself, but the first message is sent too fast.

Himbo_mkr: What’s up, my chill, relaxed bros?

You relax back onto the couch, spreading your legs. Your bro leans back too. Yeah, the two of you are pretty relaxed, go-with-the-flow guys. Even though you remember asking for the himbo maker, you can’t remember why that would worry you. Why not see what happens?

Himbo_mkr: That’s some good boys! Yeah, you two are too dumb to disobey when someone tells you to do anything, huh?

The two of you slowly finish reading the sentence, then chuckle slowly and fistbump. Yeah, you’re definitely not the sharpest knives in the drawer. You scratch your balls and notice that you put your shorts on inside out this morning. Your bro’s forgotten to take his sunglasses off for the last hour. Unless someone’s telling you what to do, the two of you are pretty useless, huhuhu.

Himbo_mkr: Yeah, big dumb muscle boys like you love getting stinky and sweaty together.

You bounce your big, sweaty pecs as you read. Your bro reaches his big, tan hand over to fondle your muscletits. Then he slides over and lifts your thick, muscular arm so he can lick at your rank armpit. You’re pretty sure that someone told you to use deodorant, like… last month? So there’s probably still a bit of that in there, but it’s pretty nasty. He farts, and the room fills with the rank smell of his ass gas.

Soon the two of you are moaning and sweating all over the couch as the TV turns off. You love the feeling of your bro’s beard on your sweaty body. Hopefully you can get your face in his rancid asscrack soon.

"Stop trying to outrun your own shadow," Coach murmured, the cadence steady and hypnotic. "Just let the match take you."

The wrestler’s eyes fluttered shut. The harsh internal critique—the replay of the missed takedown—began to liquefy. As he listened in the corner, the rigid armor of his muscles simply... dissolved. His head drops his mouth drifts open in a slow, silent release of every jagged thought.

For many people Easton seemed like just your average dude. He has medium brown hair, a regular body shape, average height and was always flirting with women in his free time. But to Carson he was none of that. Easton was a spoiled brat who got pushed by his parents to graduate college, he didn’t work hard for his grades like Carson did, he didn’t spend time studying for test to know all the answers like Carson had to, hell he didn’t even have to struggle with finding a love life. Every girl on campus seemed to swoon over Easton but Carson on the other hand was seemingly the only gay man attending the whole college.

Carson sat in his dorm preparing for his finals. He knew that he’d need almost perfect marks in all his test if he wanted to stay in contention for Valedictorian. He knew that his best bet was to pull out his textbooks and notes and review all the material he could to prepare but upon checking his bag he realized he’d forgotten his textbooks in the lecture hall. It was way too late for him to get them so he had to settle for running to the library and borrowing one till test were over

He grabbed his coat and set on his way down to the Main Street so he could get the books. A light drizzle set through the night sky as Carson took swift steps down the road. He found any and every awning he could to stay as dry as possible but as he got closer and closer to the library the drizzle became a rain and then a full blown thunderstorm. Carson had no choice but to dip into whatever open store he could find first.

He walked another few minutes until he stumbled across a shop with dim lights on the store front. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the store in his years in the town but chose to go in anyway in attempts to avoid the rain. Upon entering the shop he saw the same dim lighting lit the store. He walked down the aisles and realized he seemed to have stumbled into an antique shop.

“This way” Carson turned his head to the left to see where the voice had come from but saw nobody in his vicinity. He had assumed it was an employee in another isle and continued looking around. After another 10 or so steps he heard it again “Behind you” and immediately swiveled his body around to see nothing yet again. He decided to get out of the aisle and go to the register to speak to an employee about the store.

Carson made his way to the register but found no employee to be found. He decided to wait a few minutes but still had yet to see a sign of any other human in the store. He walked over to the window to see if the rain had stopped. As he looked out the window he was greeted by the voice again “Below you”. Carson looked down to discover a small play set filled with 2 dolls, some clothes and items. On top of it layed a note. “Change their destiny”. He picked up the play set and examined it “how did you speak to me? And how did you end up on the floor behind me?”

He sat there staring at the player confused by its presence when without any warning he was grabbed on the shoulders “The play set has chosen you, write the names of those you want to change and control their fate” he looked back to see an old man whispering in his ear “Jesus Christ a warning next time please. Who are you and what do you mean control their fate?” Carson asked. The man simply replied “It doesn’t matter who I am. The play set has chosen you and you must now fulfill its request. It’s free of charge and I suggest you think carefully to your choices”

Carson again stared at the man “that’s great and all but what I really need is a text book? Do you happen to have any I can look at or buy while I’m waiting the rain out?” To which the man replied simply “I think you’ll find that you won’t need a textbook. And the rain has ended and with that the store will be closing so I’m going to ask you leave” before starting to push Carson out the door. He gave one last warning “Be careful with your choices as each only works once” before shutting the door and locking it.

Carson stared at the shop before checking his phone and seeing it was 10:57pm, there was no way he would make it to the library before it closed and then back to his dorm with enough energy to study. He accepted defeat and carried his newly acquired play set back to his room. Upon arriving he set it down and opened the play set to reveal the insides. On each side was one doll, in the middle was a crate with a note atop “Grab each doll and write their name to change their fate”.

At this point Carson was too tired to play with a child’s playset. He figured if he couldn’t study he may as well sleep and be well rested for his test. He got undressed and sat in bed. He fell asleep whilst mentally preparing himself for his test but once asleep started dreaming about Easton. His brain focused on Easton and then on Himself. And at the end of the dream he saw the tags from the dolls. On the tags were two names, Easton and Carson. Carson wake up and looked at his alarm clock. 4:31 am, he still had 3 hours till he needed to wake up but all he could focus on was the dolls and him and Eastons names on the tags.

He sat up and got out of bed figuring he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he had checked. He walked over to the play set to check and found both dolls sitting in the same positions but now both had name tags on them. One named Easton and one named Carson. He stared at the dolls attempting not to freak out and trying to convince himself this was yet another dream. He picked up the doll that said Carson and examined it, he hated to admit it but it did look oddly like him but that must just have been coincidence.

He put the doll back down before opening the crate. Inside were 6 items. A Book, A Collar, A Leash, A Shaker, a Rainbow and a heart that had been broken into 2 pieces. He took the items out and set the on the table. At the bottom of the crate were 2 outfits. One consisted of a polo shirt with tight pants with a fancy belt and some dress loafers. The other consisted of a tank top and shorts. He stared at the items and clothing before grabbing the 2 dolls. He thought about the man’s words that each item could only be used once.

He stared at the items before picking up the book and examining it. it looked just like his textbook he had forgotten in the lecture hall. He questioned how and why it looked exactly like it but decided to give it to his doll so he could at least pretend he had it. Upon setting the book on the dolls lap he heard a clicking noise as if someone had locked something. He then saw the boom start to disappear in front of his very eyes before he was greeted by a sudden headache. He tried to rationalize what had just happened, how had the boom just suddenly disappear from in front of his face? Why did he have a headache out of no where?.

But suddenly he realized what had happened. He had used the book and now to ensure it wasn’t used again it had vanished. But that didn’t account for his headache. He chose to not think much about it and instead go back to the items. He next picked up the shaker. It looked like the kind you make a protein shake in and by no means was he the type of person to have one of those. He chose to give it to the Easton doll instead figuring it was only fair to give each one item. Again there was a clicking noise before he watched the shaker vanish. His next two items were a leash and a collar. He had no clue why dolls would need either of these without an animal being present but decided to give them each on anyway. He gave his doll the leash and the Easton doll received the collar. Once again a Click before both items vanished.

He went to grab the rainbow when he heard his phone ding. It was a message from Easton “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new fucking workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better at this type shit”. That was weird? Easton didn’t workout from his knowledge and he definitely never called him bro let alone text him in general. He put his phone back down before grabbing the rainbow. He looked at it and thought about what doll should receive it. He decided to give it to Easton because Carson already had a rainbow with him being that he was gay so why not give Easton a rainbow of some sort. Click and vanish, only one item left.

Carson grabbed the heart and saw the 2 broken pieces. He figured since it was broke into 2 separate pieces maybe he’d be able to give one piece to each doll. He attempted figuring of it didn’t work the pieces wouldn’t vanish anyways so why not try. He placed one piece onto each doll and heard a final Click before watching both pieces vanish. He then looked at the 2 dolls sitting in their respective areas. He suddenly focused in on the Easton doll, something about it drawing his attention.

He stared at the Easton dolls perfect face shape, the Easton doll also had huge muscles unlike the Carson doll. But something else was going on, almost as if it made him think of the real Easton and how hot he was… no that couldn’t be. Easton was his rival and he was also straight no way would Carson find him hot… right? The way his chest filed his shirt and his smile seemed to light up a room. Was Carson in love with Easton?

Carson sat there trying to deny his sudden feeling towards Easton when his phone went off. “MESSAGE FROM BABE: Can’t wait to see you after my morning gym session :D doing my best I can to please my boyfriend and become his ideal man type shit- E “ Carson stared at the message in disbelief, who was BABE? He was single no? He immediately unlocked his phone to look and see the message. Upon opening it he saw something that caught his eye, in the same message thread was the message “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better”… the same exact one Easton had sent earlier.

“There’s no way… Easton was straight last time I checked??? He was flirting with girls yesterday morning but now all a sudden I feel like I’ve been dating him for years?” He looked down at his phone again. SHIT it was 8:13 and he had class in 17 minutes, he dropped his phone on the table and immediately got dressed before sprinting to his class leaving everything behind in his dorm. Upon entering his class he started to freak out remembering he hadn’t studied. But as he took the test he realized he’d known everything on it like it was child’s play… the book. He gave himself knowledge of everything in the textbook when he gave his doll the book.

It the clicked to him that the items truly were changing fates. The book made him smarter and the heart made him love Easton. The rainbow made Easton gay and the heart made him love Carson, the shaker made him obsessed with the gym. And the collar and leash chose who was the submissive one and who was dominant.

Whilst Carson was figuring this out the now jacked Easton decided to leave the gym. He decided he was going to go visit Carson at his dorm, Carson hadn’t responded to any of his texts due to his phone being left in the dorm and Easton wanted to make sure he was okay. Easton entered the dorm to find no signs of Carson but he did find his phone. He walked over to pick it up when he discovered the 2 dolls that looked just like him and Carson. He saw the clothes on the table next to the and deciding to play a funny joke on Carson, obviously Easton was the jock so he should wear the tank top and shorts so why not put those on Carson instead. It was just a harmless prank in his eyes not like it would affect anything.

Easton grabbed the Carson doll and slipped it into the shorts and tank top. Carson on his way back from class heard the click before suddenly watching his clothes transform into that of the outfit left in his dorm. He looked around too see if anyone had noticed his clothes magically changing in front of his eyes but to his shock everyone acted as if Carson had always been wearing them. It clicked in his head that someone must’ve put the outfit on his doll and he started sprinting back to his dorm to try and stop them from doing anything else.

Easton then grabbed his doll and grabbed the polo and tight pants. He slipped his doll into them admiring how they hugged his dolls body. Carson proceeded to hear another click before realized something else had changed. He was only another 2 minute sprint from his dorm he knew he had to hurry. Easton on the other hand stood up as his clothes magically changed. His shirt become a polo shirt the hugged his chest tightly showing off every single muscle in his body. His pants transformed into a pair of tight dress pants that accentuated his plump bubble butt. His feet grew 2 sizes as penny loafers started to form around his feet. His legs expanded causing him to go from 5’8 to 6’2 as a belt formed to cause his pants from slipping . He stared at his new clothing in the mirror trying to figure out what about him had changed but unable to notice a difference. He ended up farting and laughed at himself for doing so.

Carson whipped open the door to find a buff Easton in preppy looking clothes standing in front of him. Easton immediately ran over to him and grabbed Carson lifting him off the ground “HOLY SHIT DUDE I MISSED YOU! IM GLAD YOUR BACK SO I CAN BE YOUR GOOD FUCKING BOY AND PLEASE YOU”. Carson sat there squeezed by the himbo… what was going on?? Had fate really changed fully. “Easton be a good boy and put me down!” Easton dropped Carson onto his feet. Carson immediately sprinted to his desk where he had left the play set “EASTON WHERE DID YOU PUT THE PLAYSET” he yelled as he found no remains of it “ummm I’m sorry babe I have no clue? I think I was at the gym type shit not playing with a play set?”.

Carson immediately turned and faced Easton “You definitely touched it cause we’re wearing the clothes I left next to the dolls!!” But Easton only stared back at him “umm babe I know you’re like the smart one usually but I think you’re confused… we always dress like this my dude?”. Carson stared at him in disbelief. Was he being serious? Did he really think he’d always dressed like that, did he truly think he only ever wore Tight Polos and dress pants? Penny Loafers and Belts? that he’d actually been at the gym all morning? There was surely no way and Carson knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

He grabbed his phone and hugged the Himbo goodbye before running back to the main street to find the shop. Easton stood there smiling at the kiss before scratching his crotch and taking a sniff. He walked down the whole street until he finally reached the place where it had been last night but when he arrived he saw an abandoned building. He walked up to the store from thinking surely they’d just closed overnight and that someone must be inside packing. But on the door was a note. “The fates have been changed. You’ll now succeed at being valedictorian as your competitor has seemingly never been the threat you say he was. He’s now just your dumb himbo boyfriend, he dresses in tight clothing to show you his muscles and he does anything he can to please you. Enjoy your new fate”

Carson stared at the note before looking up. He had what he wished for in becoming valedictorian and having less struggles with love life but at what cost? Changing reality around his will and making his only rival into the dumbest, hottest most perfect man of the campus?

He made his way back to the dorm to find Easton sitting in the couch. He turned to look at Carson “ Brooo welc-BURRRRRRRRPPPP-ome back. Man that one was fucking gnarly right babe!” Said Easton as he stood up. It’s as if he was getting dumber by the minute but that don’t matter to Carson. In his word Easton was still his perfect himbo boyfriend no matter how smart he was. Easton picked up Carson and carried him to the couch where he set him down “Look babe it’s that nerdy shit you like watching” Easton said with glee in his eyes ready to make Carson happy

The two sat on the couch watching tv, Easton slowly moving his leg towards Carson. He finally made a move and wrapped his leg around Carson s leg using it to pull him closer. Easton started wrestling around with Carson before eventually pulling down his tight dress pants and letting a massive PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT right onto Carson’s face “LETS FUCKING GO THAT SHITS GNARLY AINT IT BABE! REEKS IN HERE TYPE SHIT” Said Easton. Carson coughed on Easton’s fart before finally spurting out “Yea *cough cough* gnarly is the right word for that”. “HELL YEA BRO ALL THAT PROTEIN YOU MAKE ME EAT TO MAKE MY ASS LOOK NICE FOR YOU GIVES ME SOME NASTY FUCKING PROTEIN FARTS” as he lifted his leg and PPPFFFFFFTTTTT again.

Easton stood up and unbuckled his belt and took off his penny loafers before kicking his feet up on the table “MAN MY FEET REEK. NASTY AND SWEATY TYPE SHIT BABE! YOU WANNA DRINK SOME OF MY SWEAT?” He said before farting a long 20 second fart. “MAN AM I A FUCKING GAS DEMON OR WHAT BABE! I KNOW YOU LIKE MY FARTS TYPE SHIT”

Carson took a deep inhale as he sat there with his dumb himbo boytoy snuggling on the couch. He couldn’t imagine going back to a life without his giant oaf of a boyfriend and he wished he’d never have to.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story, I tried my best for the request given which was “Straight to Gay, Himbo and Preppy transform in one” by @suitzandloafers

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Ravi closed the distance between him and Pierce. Placing a hand on Ravi’s waist, Pierce gently moved him closer. They had come to visit their brothers in the big city and were getting more out of the experience than they ever bargained for.

Their bodies were different. Older. Stronger. Height, muscle, and looks, all enhanced for what was about to happen next.

They could hear the trepidation in the other’s breath as their lips hovered inches from each other. Their movements were instinctual, not practiced, yet they were in sync regardless.

Lips met secretly and their world ignited. 

Not only was it the final day of my senior year, it was my birthday, and my plan was nearly complete. After thorough research through numerous different libraries, online sites, and a few difficult equations, I was finally going to get everything I had dreamed of for the big 18!

It had all started in early March, a little while after the tennis team had begun their practices. The sun was shining, the snow was finally melting; spring was upon us. However, it was only about 50 °F, so when walked by and saw that Julian Richardson, the varsity team captain, was wearing nothing but some skimpy running shorts, all I could do was bite my lip in frustration.

One of the top jocks in the highschool, Julian had everything anyone could have wanted; great looks, tons of money, extremely popular, etc. He looked much more like a senior in college than one in high school. Not only did he have the brawn, but the brains too. He was part of many different clubs outside of athletics, he was even the vice president of the Mathematics Leagues in our state. Now all of this definitely made me jealous, but the worst part about him was his pride. As stated millions of times by not only himself, but his sexual conquests too, he was 100% gay. He was extremely proud of it, so much in fact that he wore something to showcase it everyday. Today, it was a stupid wristband that I noticed as he adjusted his luminous blond hair. Growing up in a good-old, traditional American family, I knew that everything about Julian was against what my Christian beliefs had told me, and it was my job to try and stop it.

After seeing him, I began to rush home, eager to begin my research. Right before I got to my house, I heard a voice call out to me.

“Hey, Jake!” My neighbor, Michael, emerged off his porch, “You look like you’re in a rush.” Michael was a man in his late forties, but he certainly didn’t look like it. He was blessed with decent genetics and regularly visited the gym so he was fairly defined. He had always lived in the house right next to mine as long as I could remember, yet he had always lived alone. He took trips out of town every now and then, and sometimes he had friends over who’d stay the night. I was closer with him when I was little, but as I ventured into adolescence we grew more apart. Something about his, lifestyle, seemed a little off to me.

“Yeah,” I said, a little flustered. I must have been going faster than I had thought. “I have a new… erm… game that I’m excited to play.” My conscience had always made it hard for me to lie.

“Oh, well, hope you enjoy it.” Michael seemed a little suspicious, but just shrugged it off and walked back to his porch. After he turned away, I rushed into my house and ran up to my room, excited to begin. I turned on the computer, and while waiting for it to load, I looked out my window. I had a nice view of Michael’s house, but beyond that I could see the entire town.

Once I had finally logged into my computer, I began my project. First, I had plans to try and find dirt on him before publicizing it, but after hours spent on looking through countless websites, I found nothing. Then, after the original failure, it occured to me what I had to do. If I wanted to fix him, it had to be me in charge - I can’t trust him to change his ways. My next plan began to develop right before my eyes.

Over the next week after seeing Julian at tennis practice, I researched multiple different options. Body swapping, transformation, disappearance. After some heavy searching, I finally landed on genetic displacement. In this process, I would have to create some weird liquid concoction with strange ingredients that I’d never heard of before, combine it with some form of DNA from the intended victim, and then drink it. Then, over the course of a few minutes, the DNA from the victim would rapidly multiple and displace the DNA of the drinker, causing a genetic shuffle that would eventually change the entire body of the drinker and make them look like an identical copy of the victim permanently. I would look like his identical twin, but I’d still have my mind, personality, and soul. The directions were simple, but I just had to make sure I got everything right because the side effects looked insane. Stuff about brainwashing, amnesia, personality disorders, and other terms I couldn’t even pronounce threw me off, but as long as the victim and drinker were less than 2 years apart in age, everything would be fine. Luckily for me, Julian and I were born on the same day, which was another reason why I hated him.

The next three months rolled by. A few purchases of various items with strange names, rigorous searching to find them, and plenty of studying had lead to the last day. Luckily, my immense intellect made everything easier. For some reason, the ingredients always came a day or two late of the planned delivery, but that’s just the black market I guess. I had lurked in my room for hours on end, with the sun slowly descending through my window as I worked away. I really should have shut the shades to block out the light, but I never bothered too. I finally had everything ready by the last day of school, and all I had to do to finish the final part of my plan was to find a fresh piece of Julian’s DNA.

The last day of school was fast. I didn’t really pay attention to my finals or others; I was just too excited to finally finish my project, and the fact that everyone was celebrating Julian’s birthday instead of mine made it all the more unbearable. Finally, the end of the day came and students rushed out the doors. I calmly stayed behind, lurking a safe distance behind the tennis team. They had a short practice today, so this would be my only chance to snag something of Julian’s. As I saw the players casually hit the balls between courts, I snuck my way into the men’s locker room. After a minute of looking around, I finally found Julian’s rainbow sports bag. I dug my hand in, a little disgusted to be groping around another man’s dirty clothes, but eventually I found something. In the bottom of his bag was an old, white sock, obviously worn out from wear. It was pretty big in my hand, and - disgustedly - I brought it up to my nose for a timid sniff. I reeled back, getting a putrid scent of male foot and sweat, it was definitely fresh. As much as I hated to think about it, this nasty sock had enough DNA seeped into it for my concoction. I tossed it in my bag and ran home, sprinting the entire way, ecstatic that all my work was about to pay off.

After running between my room and the kitchen, I was finally ready to finish my project. Neither of my parents would be home tonight, so I had the house to myself.The sock and other ingredients sat all on the counter, ready to be mixed together. All I had to do was blend all of the components together without the DNA, and then pour it into a pot and boil it. After that, I’d throw the DNA in and (after letting it cool) drink it down, holding my nose shut of course. Then I’d find somewhere to sit and get comfortable, because apparently your body would freeze up until the transformation was finished. It took me a while to combine all of the ingredients together, and once it was mixed together it looked like a slushie without syrup. I ran over to the stove, ready to turn it on, but was met with a large sticky note on the dial.

“Oven broken?” I angrily read out loud, “No! How is this possible?” I quickly thought to myself how I could boil the concoction. I had to do this today, otherwise the DNA would become old. Sadly, only one idea came to my mind, but it was the only one I could think of.

“Jake!” Michael exclaimed, opening his door, “How can I help you?”

“Hey, Michael,” I smiled courteously, “I have a favor to ask.”

Michael led me into his house as I described that I was making a present for my mother’s upcoming birthday, but my stove wasn’t working. He graciously offered his and said that I could come by whenever to use it until mine was fixed.

“I have to go get something from the backyard, but if you need me I’ll be right upstairs afterwards.” He smiled as he opened the backdoor and left. I quickly fired up the stove and place the small pot a burner, happy that I’d finally finish. As I the concoction began to bubble, I realized something was missing: the sock! I carefully took the pot off of the burner and ran back to my house. As I sprinted past, I saw Michael walking back in, smiling as I dashed past. I burst through the front door and flew into the kitchen, grabbing the sock before running back. As soon as I got back to Michael’s kitchen, I pushed the pot back onto the heated burner and threw in the sock right as it began to boil. I stirred the liquid until I no longer felt anything solid in the liquid. Then, I took a cup from the cupboard, threw in some ice, and poured the soup-looking drink into the cup. The drink cooled down instantly, almost filling the cup.

“Here’s to 18!” I held my nose shut, said a quick prayer, and drank it all down in one go.

Once the drink was gone, I let out a huge belch. I quickly cleaned up the mess I had made in Michael’s kitchen and got ready to leave. I had to be fast enough to get to my house so I could transform in private. Right as I was about to walk of the door however, my conscience got the better of me. It would only take me a few seconds to thank Michael and then I could ditch. I dropped my things and walked upstairs, going towards the only room that had a light on. As soon as I opened the door, I nearly peed myself. Sitting right on the edge of the master bed was Michael, taking a picture of himself in the mirror, only wearing a tight, blue athletic shirt and a snug pair of underwear.

“Oh, you must be ready,” Michael said, taking note of my presence, “Do you like what you see?”

All I could do was keep staring at Michael, his body the perfect male specimen. For a man just under fifty, somehow he had maintained the body of an adonis. For some reason, I couldn’t look away, all I could do was stare.

“Here, I’ll help you.” Michael slowly walked over to me. I knew something was wrong, but for some reason I couldn’t move. The transformation must have just begun! He slowly stripped off all of my clothes as I stood there. As he slowly worked off my clothes, I could smell his natural musk emanating from his body. Once he was done, he lifted me up and placed me in a chair. Once he was done, Michael sat in one across from me, manspreading to show who was in charge.

“So, I expect you’re quite confused right now,” he said calmly, smirking, “but that’s alright, I will explain everything while you transform.”

My eyes widened. How did he know my plans? Did I make it obvious?

“First, let’s start with the fact that you should keep your blinds shut from prying neighbors, like me.” He motioned towards his own, which were shut, “After a week or two, I got curious as to why you were always up so late, so concentrated on your computer. Your lying is pretty pathetic, so I knew something was up, so I began to dig.”

As he spoke, my legs began to stretch out. My body was slowly pushed up into the chair as my calves pushed themselves apart. Muscle began to crawl across my legs as my thighs and quads became thick and strong, letting small veins pop out. My butt also plumped up, muscle filling in my rear and giving me two firm globes in the back. As my legs and butt finished strengthening, hair erupted all across the surface. It started out fairly blond, but then darkened to a more mature brown. I thought Julian had all blond hair, but I’ve only ever seen him from a distance so it must have just looked lighter.

“Next, I began to do a little investigation into what you might be doing. When the first package was being delivered, I caught the mailman and told him there had been a mistake and that the packages where supposed to go to me. After some heavy convincing, he finally obliged and all the packages went to my house before I dropped them off at yours.”

My chest began to bulge out, expanding tremendously. It too added to my height as abs began to pop into existence, creating a hard, cobblestone path from my belly button to my new pecs. As my pecs created their own shelf on top of my stomach, I felt my nipples perk up as they became slightly larger and more sensitive. Blond hair began to spread out over my torso, before it to darkened to the same brown as my legs. I had never seen Julian with this much hair, but he usually shaved. Plus, he barely every wore a shirt, so that was probably why his chest hair was blond - it must’ve been brown in the winter.

“After carefully opening the few boxes, I had quickly figured out what you were trying to do. Those items were very rare, so when you put them together in a search bar it only comes up with a few options. Once I figured out your plan, I had to figure out who your target was, and let me tell you that was difficult to find.”

As he continued, my arms began to fill out. Strong biceps began to appear as my triceps filled themselves in with muscle. Veins appeared on my forearms as my hands began to grow, becoming firmer and more calloused. Brown hairs also began to crawl along my arms as my armpits began to fill up, getting bushier by the second. I didn’t remember Julian having such hairy armpits, or the awful smell that was now emitting from them, but he must’ve always worn heavy deodorant.

“Once I figured out that you were targeting Julian Richardson, that’s when I decided to get involved. Originally, I was just curious to see what you were doing, but after that I knew I had to stop you. I began to read over the directions and ingredients again and I realized the only way I could tamper it was if I dealt with the DNA.”

My neck began to bulge as an enlarged Adam’s apple began to appear. I coughed a bit, causing my voice to adjust down a few registers. My voice began to also mature, sounding a little older. Although Julian looked much older, he still sounded like a teen with a life ahead of him, so this was strange to me.

“It took me a bit to figure out when you wanted to execute the plan, so when the last ingredient came in the mail a few days ago, I knew I could set you up for the last day of school. Not only would you be extremely excited with your plan about to be finished, but the natural adrenaline from the last day of your high school career would definitely kick in, having you lose focus.”

My head slowly lengthened out, becoming looking more ovular then circular. My jaw became more defined as my teeth straightened out. My nose grew straighter and smaller as a light stubble appeared, giving me a naturally wise look. I felt my hair shorten up and style itself. If I could have looked in a mirror, I could’ve seen my hair and eyes turn brown.

“So, this morning I went over and put a little note on your stove to say it was broken, and with you in your frantic state you never even tried to turn it on. I knew your only option to save your plan would be to ask me, and I kindly obliged. You only brought the pot with you, not even thinking about the DNA, so as soon as I walked outside, I ran over to your house - which you kindly left open - and looked for it. It took me a bit to figure out what I was looking for, but as soon as I saw the sock on the counter I knew what I had to do. I quickly pulled off my shoe, placed my sock in the exact same position as Julian’s, and then put my show on and walked out of the house. When you ran past me, I knew you’d be in for a surprise in a few minutes. With all the teenage adrenaline and excitement, you didn’t even notice that the sock was slightly yellower, or the different brand. The best part is, my feet are Size 16, so you didn’t even see that the sock was much larger than Julian’s Size 12.”

Michael held up Julian’s sock in front of my face, just close enough so I could smell it. He smirked as he saw my feet begin to lengthen out along the floor. My toes began to splay out further as my feet became meatier. Thick veins began to adorn the tops of my feet as dark hairs began to appear as well. Michael placed his foot on top of mine, and although I couldn’t move, I could see that looked almost identical, just with mine being younger.

“That’s a good look for you,” he said, before getting up and pulling his chair closer to mine. Once he sat down again, he carefully place his feet on either side of my sack, massaging it. I quickly grew hard.

“I knew that’d you’d have to come up here and thank me, you Christians and your conscience, so I quickly placed myself in a position that would stall you before your transformation begin. And here we are now, where it looks like we are near the end.”

Michael motioned to my pouch, which had expanded almost 4 inches as I had listened to him. I used to be average, but now I must have had almost ten inches of hard, veiny meat. Not only that, but a huge, wiry bush of brown hairs had replaced my previous non-existent ones. My balls were churning, the massage from the large feet making them much bigger and heavier. They looked almost identical to the outline from Michael’s underwear.

“So, now we’re here, I replaced Julian’s sock with mine, but there’s still one part I have mentioned yet. Remember the side effects and rules of this concoction? I bet you do.”

He smirked as my eyes quickly began to shake with panic.

“Now I am much farther than two years from you, so I did some further research into the side effects and it said that the drinker will end up somewhere in the middle, depending on the amount of DNA. The socks were dirty and rank, but it looks like it was not enough to put you into your thirties, but I’d say you’d look like me in my late twenties, so we’ll say your 28, 20 years apart from me so no one raises any questions. That’s a good distance for me to be your father.”

I immediately got confused, and it wasn’t only from what he had just said. My mind had begun to feel cloudy ever since he began to massage my pouch. Maybe it was one of the side effects of the conco…. liquid.

“You see, ever since you started distancing yourself from me when you were little, I knew you were straying down the wrong path. You found out why I lived all alone in this house, and yet you would never admit it to yourself. You would never allow yourself to think I was possibly gay, that those trips I would take out of town weren’t work related, or those friends I had over were more than just friends. Well, now I’m going to raise you right. As soon as you release, you’ll black out from all the pent up pressure from me edging you and your transformation will be complete. Once your out, I’ll not only make sure you don’t remember any of this, but I’ll create a whole new life for you. The best part is, I barely have to do any work! With all the side effects of memory loss, personality confusion, and so much more, I can make you into whatever I want you to be. You won’t only be my son, but you’ll be my kinky, dumb lover.”

My pouch was throbbing, begging for release as Michael massaged them with his feet.

“Now on the count of three, you will release and pass out. Are you ready, Jake?”

I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t. My eyes must’ve shown so much fear, for Michael’s smirk suddenly got wider.

“Three.”

My mind clouded over as I felt my sack tighten.

“Two.”

My body tensed up, I could feel it coming.

“One.”

Michael stopped massaging and gripped my pouch with his feet. I released and then immediately blacked out.

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I woke up to the sound of bacon frying in the kitchen. My head hurt, like I had just been studying too hard or something. I slowly pushed myself up and noticed a phone laying next to me. I clicked the home button and noticed there was a track playing. All it said was “Final Track.” I wondered what it was playing through, and then I realized I had the earbuds on. There were words and phrases playing on loop. I tried to concentrate, which was pretty hard, but eventually I could make out the words. It was some sort of conversation between jocks.

“Bro, let’s go suck a dick!”

“Yeah, being gay is sick, bruh!”

“And your dad, what a stud, broski, he’s so hot.

“I’d suck his dick any day.”

“He’s so smart too, lucky that you don’t have to do any of the thinking, bro!”

“Yeah, Broseph, you’re so dumb you have a below-average IQ.”

“What’s IQ, bro?”

And then the track ended with the jocks all guffawing at the joke. I chuckled, my deep voice mimicking their laugh. For some reason, I found it funny.

I rolled out of the bed, pushing the blue comforter back. I clomped my huge feet down the stairs towards the kitchen, my hard dick swaying with each step. I walked into the kitchen, where I saw my naked dad cooking food on the stove. His bubble butt swayed as I took a seat at the table, my own naked skin cold against the metal chair. I watched my dad cook, getting harder while I watched his muscled body sway. He slowly turned away from the stove, his dick just above the frying pan. He pissed right into the pan, making sure the bacon was extra greasy.

“Happy Birthday, Jordan,” Dad said as he dropped a plate full of bacon right in front of me, “How was your night?”

“Great!” I said, shoving the bacon eagerly down my throat. He came up behind me and patted my shoulders, his hard cock pushing against my back.

“What did you dream about?” He said, slowly beginning to grind against me.

“Well,” I began, “first it with me with my bro, Brad, and we were heading to town. Then, in came this cute twink who I destroyed, and then it ended with me smelling your shoes while jacking off.”

“A perfect ending to that dream it sounds like,” he said, slowly kissing my neck as he continued to grind. My back became slick with precum.

“Totally,” I shoved the rest of my bacon in my mouth and put my dishes in the sink.

“Where you going?” Dad asked, smacking my butt as I ran up the stairs.

“Got a soccer game in twenty minutes with the bros, it’s for my birthday!” I ran into my dad’s bedroom and looked through the dirty clothes hamper. I grabbed a sweaty gray tee, two black socks, and a pair of sweat shorts that smelled like piss and cum. I smiled, happy with my choice, not even bothering with underwear. Commando always accentuated my pouch better anyway. I ran down the stairs and grabbed my large vans. As a slipped my feet in, they were greeted with puddles of my dad’s piss. Back ten years ago, when I was still highschool, my dad would do this before every game for good luck. He knew I loved it so much that he kept the tradition even after I had dropped out. There was no way I was going to finish, all I’m good for is playing games with the bros and helping my dad whenever he needs it.

“Thanks, Dad.” I said, kissing him before I left.

“Of course, Jordan,” he replied, returning the kiss and grabbing my bulge, “and don’t forget this.” He handed me a fanny pack with the lunch he made me. I quickly looked inside and was happy to see one of his famous homemade protein shakes. He always made sure to make it with natural protein.

“Let me get a picture of you for your birthday.”

“Dad, I’m gonna be late.”

“Listen or I’ll spank you.” It wasn’t really a threat, he knew I’d like it, but I got the message. I crouched in front of our houseplants, showing off my junk.

“Sexier!” My dad said, I shuffled a little more and tried to look smug. He smiled as he took the picture.

“Here’s to 28!”

POV Liam

I was really just living my life, I didn’t ask for any of this to happen.  I worked on the farm, kept my head down, and looked forward to the day I could leave this life behind for something better.

Enter Sam, with his crazy talk about body swapping.  I didn’t think it would actually work, but as I looked over his short, thin frame I thought why not?  If he’s crazy then none of this will work anyway, but IF it does, then I can spend some time living in the city and not having to worry about any of the harsh realities of farm life.  

While Sam readied the device, I noticed he was drinking a lot of water.  I also couldn’t help my gaze from going to the curve of his ass in his jeans as he arranged everything.  Part of me hoped I could have that ass.

Sam guided me into a chair and attached a helmet to my head.  He did the same in the other chair, and hit a button on the device.

ZAP

When I came to I felt groggy.  I saw my own body standing in front of me, flexing his arms and feeling up his new body.  It would have turned me on if I didn’t feel so drowsy.

“Don’t worry, I plan on keeping you close,” my imposter said, but I didn’t fully understand.  I wanted a life outside the farm, I wanted a chance at the city.  What could he mean?

Darkness clouded my vision and I started to fall asleep, but not before I saw my body walking Celeste the cow out of her pen.

ZAP

I woke up again feeling very very weird.  I tried moving, but it felt strange.  Looking around, I realized I was in the stables, and in a pen!  I moved my heavy head back and forth before glancing down.  At my hooves.

“Good morning!” I hear cheerily behind me.  I try to turn around but I can’t manage this new body. I try to let out “What the fuck?” but all that escapes my lips is a desperate moo.

He switched me into a cow?

I realized I couldn’t communicate, I couldn’t be human, or live in a city now.  I was trapped on this farm forever.

My old body wanders into view.  “Ready for your milking?  I think I’m going to have fun with this.”  An evil smile creeps over his face.

Someone, anyone, help!

(Part 1 of 4)

It has been almost 2 years since the great shift happened. It is estimated that 1 in 1,000 people wake up on June 21 inside someone else's flesh. Yes, around 8 million people were affected worldwide, and the impact was felt very quickly. The supply chains were fully disrupted, paranoia was what reigned on the streets and violent crimes spiked. However, things got back to normal relatively quickly. Most of the people knew someone that knew someone that was affected. But the problem was that we only knew of the cases where a person decided to talk, most of the people went completely unidentified. So while estimates say that there were 8 million affected, WW we have been only able to identify less than a million confirmed cases. Maybe they were afraid to come forward, maybe they were happy with their new realities, who knows? That is why I decided to step up and chronicle the stories of those affected by the great shift. You will understand that due to confidentiality, the names and locations have been changed.

Rodney's Story

My first trip was to the central hospital. There I met Rodney. He is one of the million that came forward and declared that he had switched bodies. He was a middle aged doctor, head of the ER. Of course, now he doesn't look like that. 

“I was in the ER, I remember the case very well. It was an old man that was experiencing total collapse. His prospects were very bad and, the worst of all, is that he began to hallucinate. He started talking about switching bodies, that he was not who he said. Of course, at that moment, nobody believed him. I injected him with some morphine and, the next second, I found myself having sex with this lady. I panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I explained to Mel that I was not Chase, that I was a doctor. She didn’t believe me at first, but then all the news appeared. From there it has been one battle after another. The government took me and Chase, who was now in my body, as lab rats. They did hundreds of experiments, and they found no way to return us to our old flesh.” the doctor said.

I know that Rodney then has a long legal battle to be able to return to work. At the end of the day, he was the only staff member of the hospital affected by the switch and there are many people today who do not believe that the great shift really happened. Rodney needed to perform several medical exams, theoretical and practical, to be able to work at the medical center. He now leads his beloved ER, but whenever you talk to him you can hear a bit of guilt. 

“I think that I got the best of the deal. You know, I am now less than 30 years old. I have an extremely healthy body and I can do what I love. However, Chase was not so lucky. He was a fashion model. His career was over when he took over my flesh. Mel broke up with him, which I don’t blame her… he was just unlucky” Rodney told me. We tried to contact Chase, but he denied any request to talk. I also asked Dr Rodney Santiago why he decided to return to the medical field. He just laughed, saying that his goal is to serve people. I leave the hospital to my next meeting. However, it was always curious to see the before and after. Dr. Rodney Santiago looks now happier. But it is clear that there were a lot of winners and loosers with the great shift.

Ash's Story

My second stop was near the suburbs. There I met Ashley and his husband Hunter. They live in a small suburban house, they look so happy on paper. But I know that this marriage had it very rough. The couple had married almost a year before the great shift happened. I know that Ashley was pregnant before the switch happened. Sadly, she and her husband suffered the effects of the great shift. Right now, it is incredible that they can be together. 

Ashley woke up inside the flesh of Mike, a college drop from a small town.  “I tried to contact my husband to no avail. I was just panicking seeing all the news. Of course, I contacted the new Ashley, weirdly enough, she was happy with the change… he loved the idea of becoming a mother, so we decided to keep the switch a secret for the benefit of the baby. I was afraid that if I  stepped forward, we all would end up in a lab for the years to come. We looked for Hunter, but we were unable to find it. You know… it was tough to be a man. I was not certain how to act, how to pretend. But in the end, it all worked out.” She said. 

Hunter was unlucky. He ends up inside Logan, a guy that loved driving at high speeds. Sadly, he was involved in one of the many accidents that occurred during the day. But at least he survived. He was in an induced coma for almost a year. He had to go through several surgeries but in the end he was able to wake up. “The first thing that I did was to call Ash, I couldn't understand that I was no longer in my body and it was a big shock when I saw Mike for the first time. It was a shocker seeing her as a man. She was the love of my life… but at that moment I was not sure if we could make this work. A lot of therapy… a lot of work… Now I am happy where we stand. Our relationship went through a lot. We were able to survive this. So I am certain that I can survive everything”. The new Logan said. 

Ashley and Hunter have kept their secret. For the world they have always been Logan and Mike. A pair of straight closeted dudes that meet at the gym, bonded and discovered that they were meant so much more. They showed me the photos of their recent wedding. The shift ruined so many families, but I am happy to see that some were able to become stronger.

Jason's Story

I am sure that the former Ash and Hunter will be happy, but I also know that there are many people that have flagged them as potential victims of the great shift. At the end, they took two straight jocks and transformed them into a gay couple. Of course that is going to raise some red flags. But my next interview was completely different. Jason contacted me through a discord for anonymous victims of the great shift. It was clear that he was a bit paranoid as he had been undetected for all this time and this is the first time that he had decided to talk about what happened on that day.

“Now you understand why I didn’t meet you,” he said as he sat in front of me. “When the great shift happened, I immediately knew that I ended up inside the body of the city mayor, Zohran Mandami. I could have come forward and told everyone that I was not the real deal. But the city was in chaos, there were more than 10,000 cases in New York, higher than the national average. So I stood up, I just pretended that nothing had happened and kept the ship afloat. It was necessary”

I asked him what happened to the real Zohran and his confession really shocked me. “I know that I was not a good person. I was part of a White Supremacist group. Sadly, it took me to be inside the flesh of this dude to understand that my ways were wrong. I tried to contact my former self, I did… but my group knew that my body was hosting a non-white, so they unalive him. I now have the power. I know who did this and I will make sure that they will rot in jail” He said, almost crying. 

“You may be asking why nobody has flagged me as a potential victim of the shift. Well, I hated Zohran, so I have studied him a lot. In another life, if I didn’t grow where I grew, probably I would have been an actor. Those skills really helped me. See any interview, any… you will not be able to see any difference”.  Of course, after finishing the interview I didn’t know how to feel. Jason has kept in place Zohran’s policies. So in a way he is trying to live as the former governor has. We are lucky that Jason was able to change his ways and that the switch changed the way that he thinks, but I know that not all the stories ended with a happy ending.

POV - Sam

For a while now, I have been following the social media accounts of this super attractive farm hand, Liam.  It started with a few likes on his Instagram but quickly became my daily obsession.

I soon realized that I wasn’t necessarily jealous of the attention he received online, I was more so jealous of the way he was so casually handsome, and seemed to have a fairly simple, easy life out in the country.  On the other hand, I worked from dawn until dusk in an office every day.  I thought it would be nice to take a break from my life.

After an exhaustive search online, I found a solution.  Someone was willing to sell their “Authentic Body Swap Helmets”.  I got instantly hard as I input my credit card information.  Now all I had to do was somehow get him in the same room with me, and ask him to try on one of the helmets.

I slowly crept into his DMs, being as flirty as possible.  I was careful with the photos of myself I sent to him, I didn’t want him to know that I was basically average.  I knew I didn’t stand out in a crowd.

But it worked!  We got to chatting and he seemed genuinely interested in meeting me, even asking me out to his farm.

A dark thought went through my mind, but I pushed it down.  For now, at least.

Liam was even more beautiful in person.  I could barely contain my excitement as I asked him, “Hey, have you ever wanted a break from the farm life?”

“Of course,” he replied.  “I just don’t see how that would happen.”

We went into the barn.  A few random animals milled about aimlessly.  “What if I had a solution?” I asked and set my backpack down, pulling out the helmets and the small device that connected them.  “You can experience city life, and I can be a farmhand, working here and maintaining your social media accounts.”

He looked skeptical. 

“What do you have to lose?” I asked, taking a water bottle out of my bag and taking a deep drink.  “We swap bodies, live each other’s lives for few days, then swap back.  This device can do that for us.”

“Sure man, why not?” he said in a Southern drawl.  I couldn’t wait to hear that voice coming out of my mouth.

I took another deep drink of water while Liam pulled a couple chairs to the center of the barn.  He looked confused as I strapped the helmet on him, but just laughed it off.  He was nervous, and excited.  I could see his pants tenting, and felt my much smaller member jumping to attention.

The other helmet went on my head, and I activated the machine.

ZAP

One second I was in one chair, the next I wasn’t.  I turned my head and saw my old body looking around.  I couldn’t stop my hands from running up my new abs, touching my new face, running through my new hair.  I had it all.  I was Liam.

“Yes!” I shouted, jumping up and tearing the helmet from my head.  “Fuck, I am so hard right now!”

“Why do I feel… weird?” Liam said from my body.  He was fumbling with the straps of the helmet, his fingers not quite being able to gain purchase on the clasps.  “What did you do…?”

I held up the water bottle I had nearly drained.  “Sorry man, I couldn’t help myself.  I may have put a heavy sedative in the water I was drinking.  Well, the water YOU were drinking.  I want your life, but I knew there would be some problems if you were running mine.  And you’d want this back at some point, right?  So I have some plans for you, but for now, why don’t you just get some rest?”

The look of betrayal on my old face was intoxicating to me.  His eyes started to close without his consent, and I added, “Don’t worry Sam, I will keep you close.”

He passed out.  I had hours to finish my plan with him.  For now, I needed to explore this body and maybe post a photo or two.  And his musk is overpowering from being in the fields all morning.  Let’s take a shower and upload a selfie! I am going to love this new life!

"I don't understand what the problem is! Do you really think I'm that ugly? Do you hate me that much!?"

Stephanie was practically crying as she screamed at her boyfriend Derrick, completely fed up with his complete lack of interest in her advances. They'd been together for a long time, and even though she knew they had sex less than other couples, it had always been on the table, but even that had slowly tapered off in the last three or so months.

She only grew more frustrated as he rolled his eyes, looking annoyed as if this situation was her fault, before responding

"Of course not babe! Like I said, you're just my type! You're perfect! I'm just not in the mood tonight. Why won't you understand that? I've been super busy recently..."

He sighed, hiding his face in his palm, before continuing

"Look, why don't I step out for a minute and give you some space? We can talk about this once you've calmed down"

Stephanie, of course, hated this, and although she tried to argue with him to stay, he still grabbed his coat and walked out, leaving her near tears in the apartment.

"I don't understand why he has to be so cruel to me... I'm hot, I'm kind, I'm a great girlfriend! What am I doing wrong?"

As she sat on the couch, feeling sorry for herself, her thoughts drifted wildly, trying to think of any crazy idea in the world to help her in this situation. Suddenly, she vividly remembered a time, only a couple days ago, when she had confided in her elderly neighbor about the situation, and the woman had told her that if she never needed help with that, to come to her. Stephanie had thought it was a bit weird at the time, but didn't focus on it at all. However, now that she was desperate, she quickly grabbed her coat and ran to the woman's door, knocking in it frantically.

As Stephanie pounded on the door, the old crone opened it suddenly, seeing her frantic appearance and immediately inviting her inside. She grabbed the girl a cup of tea and brought it out to her, before sitting across from her and saying

"I assume this has something to do with that little boyfriend of yours storming past my door a half hour?"

Stephanie tearfully nodded, saying

"I don't know what to do... He keeps telling me not to worry about it, that I'm just his type, but then he completely ignores me..."

The old woman sighed, before heading to a cupboard beneath her sink, rummaging around a while before coming back to her with a decently sized jar of pink liquid.

"Remember child, I'm only doing this for you because I like you. This elixir will solve every problem you're having. All you need to do is head home, drink exactly 1/4th of the jar, and think about your boyfriend. As long as you do it correctly, I guarantee you, you will become the exact woman he desires. Understand?"

Stephanie nodded again, taking the vial from her with a quiet "thank you" and heading out of the apartment and back to her bedroom. She stared at the 'elixir' with skepticism, not trusting a single thing that old woman said.

"Am I really considering this? Am I really that desperate?"

Steeling herself after inevitably deciding that she was, in fact, that desperate. She poured out exactly 25 percent of the potion into a small cup, took a deep breath, and drank it with a deep gulp.

The potion tasted bad, almost like an incredibly metallic cough syrup, but she swallowed it down, feeling nothing different at first. However, as she got up to wash out the cup, she felt a crazy rush of heat and pain, and she choked out "Its happening!" before rushing into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

She stared at the mirror in disbelief, watching her once brown eyes switch to a bright blue, and watching her facial features start to shift themselves and rearrange.

"Wow, a lot of facial changes huh? Well, I guess its not so bad..."

She said that before the surge of pain spread downward, flowing through her arms, chest, abs, legs and everywhere it could reach. The energy filling her was almost unbearable, pressing against her skin, as if trying to make more room for itself. She clawed at her skin, her body filled with an insane combination of heat, pain and... pleasure(?), which completely overwhelmed her, and she blacked out, right there on the bathroom tile.

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Derrick stumbled back into the apartment two hours later, sighing, already not looking forward to the inevitable nagging that was going to come tonight.

He looked around the empty apartment, surprised thaf his girlfriend wasn't on their couch watching lifetime movies, which seemed to be her default way of cheering herself up. Confused, he called out

"Stephanie, babe? You there?"

While walking further into the apartment. Suddenly, he was interrupted by a deep voice coming from the direction of his bedroom, saying

"So I was 'just your type', huh? Gotta say, I think you had the right idea with this, babe~"

Derrick turned to the voice in surprise, seeing the most attractive man he had ever seen leaning in the doorway, handsome face, bright blue eyes, and incredible body fully on display by the pose he was using.

Derrick became aroused immediately, feeling his pants tent as he actively had to think about not drooling in front of this hunk, mind short circuiting at the sight in front of him, taking a long time to process what the man just said.

"Wait- babe? Stephanie, is that you? But- how... I don't understand!"

The man chuckled, a deep, sexy low laugh that made him look even more attractive somehow

"Think Stephen's more approriate now babe. And the old lady next door hooked me up, don't worry about it~"

Stephen held up the little vial, waggling it teasingly, while he grinned sadistically

"Now what do you say we use this, add a little meat to those bones, and then after we have some fun, we can share some of this gift with our neighbors~"

And Derrick, despite knowing it was a terrible, immoral ideal, couldn' t deny, that at this moment, turning everyone into their apartment building into hunks just as sexy as Stephen was everything he wanted to do.

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The old woman knocked on stephanie's door quietly, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door (she had received a call from Derrick inviting her over just a half hour Go), before a voice echoed from inside

"Come in, its open!"

So she invited herself inside, walking into their living room, but finding it empty, though there was a ton of noise coming from the kitchen. There was a tray of cookies on the coffee table that Derrick quickly shouted to say she should feel free to take, so she helped herself, eating the small confection, surprised at the delicious taste.

As she was eating it, she called into the kitchen

"Did you and stephanie enjoy the gift I gave to her?"

She was genuinely curious, and assumed that this visit was probably as some sort of thanks. To her surprise, however, derrick laighed at that, and almost sounded sarcastic in his response.

"Yeah, 'Stephanie' and I really loved it. We found a lot of uses for that little gift of yours. In fact, did you know that your little potion tastes incredible in any baked good you put it in?"

The second the voice said that, the woman looked down at the tray in horror, getting up to leave and hopefully rush home to find an antidote, but before she could sheheard someone enter from the other room.

"You're not leaving already, are you? Stephen and I haven't even gotten the time to properly thank you. Plus, I just finished a new batch, and I need you to help me hand it out to all the neighbors~"

The moment Derrick entered, heat rushed through her body, and she sat down, resigning herself to her fate. The last thing she got to see before she blocked out was 'Stephen', looking nothing like the girl she had innocently tried to help earlier this morning, walking in from the bedroom and smirking at her.

"Just give in, Granny. You're gonna love it just as much, if not more than I did"

And when Grant woke up in his own bed later that same day, he had to admit it. Stephen was 100 percent right~

Connor was one of the best neurosurgeons in the world, so it was not a surprise when he discovered a methodology to transfer the mind of two people. He could have released papers that would have saved hundreds of lives. Instead, he used his knowledge for a more selfish reason. He used it to have a second shot in life. He could have stolen the life of a rookie doctor, one of his peers, or someone of the administrative staff. Instead, he went for one of the nurses of the hospital. At first, I couldn’t understand why he choose a nurse… don’t take it wrong, but it seemed to be a downgrade from being a doctor. However, now that I see the flesh that Connor is inhabiting, I think that everything makes perfect sense.

I just converted this gym bro into a lovely bodysuit. I couldn’t wait to slip him on.

Greg was vain and cocky. Why wouldn’t he be? He was raised in a world that exalted his conventionally attractive body and milky white complexion.

His unremarkable life was a dime a dozen among gay gymbros. Scrawny gay kid was bullied in his rural town and when he got out of town for college and work he devoted himself to the gym. Aiming to attain a physique that would warrant him all the male affection he craved but never received growing up. A cliche plight for a cliche man.

Even with all the conventionally attractive attributes, Greg was held back in the world from meaningful relationships and meaningful growth as a person. Night after night was filled with clubbing and hookups after hard days as a financial analyst in his father’s company. That was Greg’s life. It should then come as no surprise that he also lacked empathy for anyone different from him because he felt as if the struggles he went through was as hard as the world got. Greg routinely passed off news headlines as fake news meant to pass agendas that only hindered him and his families fortune.

That’s the great thing about the gym though, it’s the ultimate primal equalizer. People from all walks of life come in with the same goal, to look and feel good. But Greg brought in the added issue of a sense of superiority. He thought everyone around him was blessed to be in his presence.

Gabriel was definitely what Greg would call woke. A first generation American, he’s worked hard to build a life and a physique most would admire. He was living the (dead) American Dream. A self made personal trainer, advocate for immigrant rights in his community. A truly admirable and stand up guy with morals, something Greg couldn’t begin to understand.

But all the defying the odds, all that perseverance, is taxing. Gabriel was tired of fighting the good fight for his loved ones, at least for now. He needed a temporary break, but being a self-employed trainer didn’t loan itself to off time. And his family needed his support. Often Gabriel found himself occasionally supplementing his families pay to keep his youngest siblings fed and dressed for school.

Both men needed something from each other they didn’t realize, but the world was ready to do its part to rectify the world for them. A day as mundane as any other, it seemed. Greg was wrapping up his workout his chest felt puffed up and taut. Gabriel coincidentally wrapped up a few minutes ago and was checking out his hard work, posing in the mirror room.

Greg arrogantly walked in the way of Gabriel’s view while doomscrolling on his phone. When the white gymbro finally looked up to see where he was standing, his eyes locked with the Latino hunk. Gabriel stood in a silent confidence that would shake anyone into getting out his way. But Greg had spent his whole life thinking he was a prime specimen all men should aspire to resemble. The two were caught in a deadlock, somehow a mutual respect for each other’s presence but a disdain for what each other clearly represented.

Greg scoffed at Gabriel as if he was in the wrong and walked towards the showers. He walked into a stall and filled the space with steam. As the hot moist air filled the musty room, Gabriel walked into get his belongings and head home but the thick steam suddenly filled the space. Both men were engrossed in the moisture and eventually it felt like they were drowning as their vision went white.

A bright light filled their sight as a ringing chimed in. Then darkness. Greg woke up from the heaviest sleep he could remember in years. He could feel the soreness of his heaving chest and something under the sheets was just as hard and commanding of his full attention. As a financial analyst, he was very routine in his day and had his mornings down to a science. As he swung his legs off the bed to search for his luxury slippers to make his way to shower, he was shocked to find they weren’t there. He passed it off as a mistake he must’ve made last night. His body guided him to a restroom he had yet to realize was unfamiliar and turned on the hot water. Preparing for his morning jerk and shower, his strong palm made its routine way down to begin when the newfound girth and length confused him. He always thought highly of himself and his “immaculate” form, and passed it off as his peak form getting more peak. But that’s when the cocky prick finally looked down to realize everything about his skin tone was significantly darker than before. The visual also confirming his tool wasn’t just thicker it wasn’t even his. He turned to the mirror that only confirmed what occurred.

He knew what his form looked like by memory, this wasn’t that. Gone was his marble off-white lean torso lined with sculpture abdominals, replaced instead with a tanned torso rippling with his own, hardened musculature equally matched by a magnificent set of pectorals. He rotated his arms in awe looking at his strong new calloused hands. Opening them in and out before latching their grip on his pecs, alternating them between flexed and unflexed to see how they felt. He enjoyed how full and squishy they felt when he released a flex, the phenomenon almost electric. It’s that electricity that led him to a twinge. A familiar feeling with unfamiliar equipment. He lifted an eyebrow and moved his grip from his chest to his new thick and surprisingly long tool. It was actually one of the first times Greg could remember being intimidated. Could they actually get this large….especially when not at full mast? Like an eager person ready to open a birthday gift, he put one hand at the base and readied the other. A natural excitement met a primal urge to pump and he began going back and forth, allowing his brain and new muscle memory to dictate the rhythm.

Greg turned to the side and looked up at the mirror, locking eyes with his new self. The deep brown eyes held enthusiasm but also lust. He watched in awe as his hips rocked with a fluidity his original body could never do. He couldn’t contain the thoughts arising from the darkest recesses of his mind. He was more of a grunter in his original body but he wanted to see what Gabriel’s primal moans sounded like. The new “Gabriel” emulating what he thought the stunning Latino beast would do in this moment. Greg couldn’t believe how much longer this was taking than it would’ve in his original body. Panting and panting half an hour went by when a familiar sensation surprised him. He locked eyes with himself in the mirror once again before examining every muscular striation and contraction as he erupted. Pulse after pulse sent him over the edge as he returned to grunting. A wicked smile arose on his face as he rose his hand to his mouth to taste himself.

An alarm disrupted the moment of “self” discovery as a client called asking where “Gabriel” was for their appointment. Muscle memory took over and he headed to the gym to meet his first client.

A selfie of his new torso felt like a must before that hour long session. The morning hormones and weight lifting session sparked more testosterone to flow. This time Greg chose to channel it in a more disruptive way. Gabriel looked too juvenile for him, so Greg sought out a barber to evolved his new body to look like a MAN. One haircut later, a conveniently timed text came to his new phone. A silent pleasure flowed over him as the phone unlocked to his new face. The text invited him to a night out with the bros. He laughed to himself, it’s the perfect chance to show off the new “Gabriel” and see what he could pull.

Greg may have been in a new body, but the old cockiness was never seemingly going to go away. Throughout the night, Gabriel’s friends noticed the stark personality change, but they saw it as him finally growing into a confident man you’d expect to see with that body instead of the humble one he was before.

People sometimes asked Effendi how he managed to take on several cleaning jobs in one day despite having weak back and clearly no longer in his best years to sustain such laborious task. He answered that he's just taking it easy and being efficient. What he never revealed is the fact that he cleaned these residences quickly because he tend to assume the owner's physique or anyone he deemed strong enough to tackle the job. All he required is a piece of clothing or accessories belonged to the person he intended to copy and by just putting the article on, he would look like the person in instance and he could carry on to clean the spaces quickly before returning to his form as he took the items off. Of course he made it sensual and erotic just like the way when he put it on and it always provide him enough excitement to do all the cleaning beyond the money he received. Earlier today, he posed as Bobby, a senior sales executive for a sportswear brand with sleek apartment that fits him.

Now, he is in the middle of cleaning this family's penthouse in SCBD.

The twist is, the parents suddenly walked into the penthouse right as he just finished putting on another piece of clothing that belonged to the person that hired him after one section being cleaned and he gets too sweaty. The only child of the family, Dana, hired Effendi to do the cleaning as his parents asked the "supposedly-responsible" foreign university freshgrad to at least contribute something while their live-in maid returned to her kampung for some family emergency. Obviously being the brat that he is, Dana resisted but he played pretend that he would clean the entire space, only to hire Effendi's service through Pinhome while he strolled out to have the whole afternoon out with his friends and leaving the space, and Effendi, without supervision.

"Oh.....Dana, you really are cleaning up the space?" asked the mother while the father briskly walked to the bedroom

"Y---yeah, ma, pa.....of course. Why are you back so soon?" Effendi played the card right as he eavesdropped to Dana's phone call right before leaving him to be in charge of the place while he's out and about

"Yeah we are just going to be very quick. Your father clumsily left his new passport and instead brought the old one. Thank God the entrance to the highway was jammed so we were not in the highway yet. We detoured right away," the mother said as she walked to the bedroom too and Effendi-in-Dana's-form followed, listening to the father's voice-recognition system that opened the safe where he stashed his passport and other important assets

"Oh yeah, very lucky......or else you would tell me to drive to the airport to give you the passport even though you're not taking me for the trip," he said slowly trying to exttend the conversation while trying to get the safe code clearly as Dana's father already grabbed the right passport and locked it once more using his voice.....

"How many times we should tell you, it's a business trip and we're not even going to Tokyo or Osaka, we're going to a backwood county surrounded by ricefields, Dana,"

"I can stay in Tokyo, you know?"

"Or you can stay at home......you know? It's not like we can really take you. Your passport being expired within 5 months because you didn't check thoroughly after getting home 2 months ago was entirely your fault,"

"Hhhh.....just go then,"

"Okay Mr. Hothead. Anyway, don't forget to also take your father's dirty clothes and yours to the laundromat with Pak Ujang after he goes back, okay? See you next week,"

And just like that, he's alone once more and he somehow survived playing pretend to be this brat. But then an idea passed his mind......what if he takes a look at the father's clothing???

Holy hell.......this is tempting as fuck.........as he then tried on the voice recognition system to open the safe, Effendi in this 50 years old man form instantly gets hard as the safe unlocked itself after he repeated the passcode using the patriarch's voice......

His mind instantly goes for the weirdest fuck-up idea as he put himself as if he's Dana himself and here he is trying to steal money from his own father's safe......placing himself as Dana somehow aroused him two-fold now as he internalized all these bratty whining he heard Dana did and then acted like he's a dejected brat now goofing around with his newfound power, taking a small petty revenge to his parents for leaving him behind in Indonesia while they go to Japan. As he grabbed a wad of cash from the safe, he internalized how Dana would sound like and just leaking pre right there into the expensive dress pants that belonged to Dana's father........