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(My take on @swapsrus’s awesome series)

(My take on @swapsrus’s awesome series)

"Store all the conditioning deep in your subconsciousness and everytime someone say the trigger word, all those conditioning activated, do you understand?"

"Nghhh.....nghhhhh"

"I take that as a yes. Okay then, by the time I said 1, you snap out of this trance and just find me as your amusing younger brother, do you understand, dumbfuck?"

"Nghhhjaaa.....jaahhh.....nggg"

"Okay, great. Let me place you back to your position before. So in the count of 3....2.....snap the fuck out of it, 1,"

"Hnghhh....wait....sorry, I lost track of time. What did we speak about before, Simon?"

"How do you juggle all the frat house events and overall social life, the trainings and the classes?"

"Ahhh yes, now I remember. Okay, so---"

“Yeah, yeah. I got this big bro.” Ethen ended the call with a satisfied grin.

The situation was simple enough. Ethen's transformation had been a complete success. His memories, his life, his identity; all exactly as they were supposed to be. The problem was that reality hadn't fully caught up yet. 

Danial had explained that their family still remembered the wrong version of him and his brother. Daniel had also  assured him that the reunion was the perfect opportunity. A large gathering of relatives, all in one place, all interacting with each other. Once the merchandise was distributed, ‘the corrections’ would spread naturally. By the end of the day, everyone would remember things properly.

Ethen slipped his phone into his pocket and headed down the driveway. The massive black pick-up truck waited there, gleaming in the afternoon sun. He opened the rear door with an easy practiced motion.

The trunk was packed with Boxes of hats, shirts, Sunglasses, Stickers, Coffee mugs, Flags, and other things packed away in sealed boxes.  All of it carried the familiar MSXic branding.

Daniel hadn't been kidding. Ethen picked up a folded note resting on top of the nearest box.

The merchandise will handle everything.

Trust the process.

Welcome home.

—Daniel

Ethen chuckled, his brother really thought of everything. He tossed the note back into the trunk and climbed behind the wheel. The drive to the reunion took nearly an hour, giving him plenty of time to think about the family he was about to see.

His parents and aunts and uncles; Dozens of other family members. It was strange knowing they would all be different by the end of the day. Not completely different, of course. Just corrected, Brought in line with how things should have always been. The thought filled him with a sense of pride. After all, family looked out for family.

Eventually he turned into the massive Airbnb hosting the annual Samuels family reunion. The place was already packed full. Cars lined the parking areas. Children raced across open fields. Large tents had been erected beside rows of picnic tables. The distant sounds of laughter and conversation drifted through the warm afternoon air.

Ethen parked and sat for a moment, looking out over the gathering.He stepped out of the SUV and opened the trunk once more. Ahead of him, dozens of boxes waited to be unpacked.

Ethen grabbed the first box and started walking toward the reunion. This was going to be a good day.

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“This gym is huge!” Brandon said as he walked in, weighed down by multiple suitcases and duffle bags. Just arriving at the massive house his family had rented for their semi-annual reunion, he was instantly drawn to the house's gym. But first he had to drop this stuff in his family’s room. He could see his reflection in the mirrored walls, a rather plain looking appearance, average build, thin brown hair cut down for summer. Despite this he was constantly trying to improve himself, spending time in the gym, trying countless self care routines.

Going through the suitcases he had just dumped on the floor, he searched for his gym clothes. Finding only a pair of shorts and a pair of underwear, ill fitting and branded with the logo of MSXic.org he’s sure he didn’t pack them, nor had he ever owned them. He threw those thoughts to the wind, so excited to check out the gym. Forgoing a shirt entirely, he made his way through the halls to the gym. 

As he started with simple weights, he turned on his usual high energy playlist, the pulsing beat of Taylor Swift's Reputation filling the room. He exercised in peace for a while with a familiar strain of muscle and rhythm of machines. His mind eventually went to seeing the family, for some reason he couldn’t picture a single person he knew very well, all he had was the vague sense he had closer to his relatives than that. 

Moving to the leg machines, he grew fed up with his ‘pussy’ playlist. He quickly switched to some fast no wing rap music instead. Much better. He tossed his phone onto the ground but it landed nearly halfway across the room. “Must not know my own strength” he thought with a chuckle. Every pump on the machine expanded his legs, his spine growing as well to make his height an impressive 6’2”. Muscles bulged as his arms and legs became melons, and his chest is carved with smooth chiseled abs. 

Moving to the next machine, his feet began to ache in too tight sneakers. Bending down, he takes them off, reeling massive meaty feet and giving him instant relief. Moving through the rest of the workout barefoot, everything else about his body began to change. Hands become rough and wide, nails blunt and uncared for. As sweat covered his body, a musky odor could be smelled, “the scent of a real man” he thought, completely unprompted. His pecs grew even more and his glistening body took on a youthful smoothness. His hair now fluffy, blonde and newly styled in a modern mullet. 

He shouted along to obscene lyrics, his energy revitalized as he reached the end of the grind. Pushing himself off the ground, where he was finishing sets of pushups and planks. He flexed at himself in the mirror, admiring his cut figure. Taking a pic, He pulled his pants down a little to show off his MSXic.org swag. They had been his favorite pair of underwear since his dad had given them to him two years ago when he had sat Brad down and given him the talk, not that talk, the talk about what it meant to be a real man. He was forever grateful his father had forced encouraged him to work out daily, it had really paid off. Sending a quick pic to the family group chat, he went to go find his father and help him pass out his company’s merch to the rest of the family. 

Charleston sat in his car, looking at the massive place his family reunion was taking place. As a police officer he had stood his ground against murders and criminals, yet he couldn’t bring himself to get out of his car to face his family. He could just imagine what they were already saying about him and his latest failed relationship, a girl who had dumped him for a man 20 years younger. The latest of an endless cycle of train wreck relationships. Every family gathering seemed to come with the same questions, the same looks of pity, and the same unwanted advice.

Turning off the car, he heaved himself out of the front seat, joints cracking as he walked. Wheeling his suitcases up the step he noticed multiple boxes, each over spilling with a variety of branded objects. Each bulging box branded with the logo of a company called MSXic.com. Inside more boxes awaited him, one was overturned, spilling hats and branded cigar boxes. The branded merchandise seemed strangely out of place, not something you would bring to a family gathering.

“Well, I could use a good smoke.”

He struggled to open the package for a full minute, rewarded with a row of nice looking stooges. Taking a puff of smoke, his head began to feel foggy and he felt ready to face those troublesome aunts. The smoke was smooth and rich, carrying away some of the anxiety that had followed him all the way here.

He started to climb up the stairs, but was hit by a wave of dizziness. He stood in the foyer, pacing. His height shot up to nearly 6 feet, bringing his line of sight to the top of the mirror to the right of the door. Looking into it, he saw his torso begin to grow as his flabby stomach caved into six pack abs. His shirt tightened across a broadening chest while his shoulders pushed wider. His arms and legs grew, pure muscle replacing years of aging. Longer limbs now fully solidify with muscle as they carry him back out the door. For a moment he could only stare at his reflection, unable to process what was happening.

He barely registered the change of environment, too focused on his cigar. He sat on one of the lawn chairs, barely handling the combined weight and newly grown thighs and ass. His hands grew as he took another drag of the cigar, his feet growing to match, no longer able to be contained by his sneakers. His thick beard began to shed, becoming a well trimmed mustache and goatee; the silver in his styled hair vanishing away. Revealing the face of a man who could get whatever he wanted with a smirk and a glance. Years seemed to peel away from him with every breath.

His thin hair grew out into a flowing frat boy style, the former officer felt a stab of pain, like being kicked in the balls. He could feel his manhood swell up, begging for attention. Later, he thought. After my stooge, his now punny brain was unable to focus on more than one thing at a time. Every drag making his brain sink further and further into stupidity. Worries about work, bills, and his failed relationships drifted away beneath a growing haze. Thinking was hard. Smoking was easy.

Charlie grinned, “I’m so fucking hot,” he said, speaking to no one. He was glad that his big brothers had left him some cigars, branded with their amazing company. If only he was smart enough to work, oh well, he could just sit around and work out, smoke cigar, or goon. He looked over the many cars in the drive, so many cars, so many family members to go. A cocky grin spread across his face as he stood up from the chair. For the first time since arriving, he wasn't dreading the reunion at all.

John was excited to see his brother. He hadn’t seen him since he had left for college the previous fall, the family reunion had been the first time the boys would see each other in months. They’d been texting from opposite sides of the country, yet once Brandon had arrived the messages had abruptly stopped. He just figured the wifi was bad or something of that sort. 

After hauling the family’s bags with his dad, he went in search of Brandon. As he wandered down the hallway, sunlight poured through soaring floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shimmering reflections from the lake across the polished hardwood floors. The open living room flowed effortlessly into a gourmet kitchen with a marble island, custom cabinetry, and professional-grade appliances, he saw a sparkle on the counter. Getting closer he could see it was a brand new chain necklace.

He examined it more carefully, noticing it was brand new, a simple tag folded over the chain with MSXic.org written in a simple font. He looked around, nobody. So he slipped it on, the cross resting unto his cotton shirt. It wasn’t exactly his style, John couldn’t explain the draw he felt to the piece of jewelry. He found himself touching and admiring as he continued wandering through the house. 

As he walked past numerous rooms, he didn’t notice his clothing slowly shifting becoming more trendy and fashionable. His stomach's natural color deepens into a tan as the extra bit of chubbness on him melted away. Abs and pecs smoothing out, existent yet not super defined. His arms inflate with lean biceps and triceps, his body becoming more muscular and youthful. The tan spread over his shoulders and back as they became wider. 

Walking into one of the many sitting rooms, his height shot up. His legs grew to match the extra 2 inches he gained, his thighs and quads becoming thick with muscle. His calves also toned, yet any body hair on them vanished, the smooth clean shaven look following unto the rest of his body. The only hair left was the new golden fluffy, now styled in the fringe that was extremely popular with teenage boys. Down below his feet grew, becoming the same deep tan as the rest of him. 

He dramatically sat on the coach, his increased height making the gray coach creak under him. John began to palm at his crotch, not even noticing he could only feel underwear under his hand. But wait, he had to film this. Crap, where was his phone. He tried to reach into his pocket, finding nothing, that was typical though, he didn’t usually wear much more than his underwear. He stood up and noticed his phone sitting next to him on the coach. 

“Ok, Bros, that was the Samuel family reunion house!” Johnny Boy said loudly into the camera. He was one of the company's many influencers, one of the most popular with 867,000 followers. After his brother had turned to the gym full time, Johnny had tried to make his father just as proud, starting a tiktok for that very reason. Yet his perfect blend of energy and passion for MSXic.org’s values quickly blew up, although his pretty face probably helped too. Johnny Boy smiled and gave his many followers one of his signature winks, “And don’t forget, Stop Hiding Men!” 

Speaking of his brother, he had to meet Brandon at the gym. The gym being the only place the brothers could find time to spend with each other. Exchanging tips for beefing up(Brandon), explaining the latest brain rot(Johnny) or just working out in peaceful silence. Before maybe he’d put some clothes on, his dad had just dropped of a ton of company merch.

Richerd wasn’t really excited to see his family, he tried to avoid this sort of thing when he could. But his youngest son John had begged him to come, as his other son would be coming from college. So he had agreed without much protest, he had been excited to see Brandon too. Yet when they he felt something off, tons of cars outside yet the house seemed empty, random half empty boxes strewn throughout the house, a faint smell hung about the house that reminded Richard of high school.

Once he had unpacked he began to wonder what to do with himself, his wife had excused herself for a nap and John had left a while ago in search of his brother. Maybe a long shower would clear his head, at least enough to deal with his troublesome aunts. Stripping down, he glanced over himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked at his middle aged body, sure he was old, but he didn’t look that bad, his muscles were still in decent shape, looking better than his younger nerdy self actually. Coming out of the bathroom, he noticed a half open box shoved against the wall, inside he saw multiple footballs, making him reminisce on his high school day. He was never quite athletic enough for the sport, more cut out for spelling bees than football games.

He reached down to grab it, his joints cracking in protest, the leather cool in his hands. He could tell it was well made, stitching tiny, and on the side was a glossy minimalistic logo for the company MAXic.org, the same as all the other boxes. How had the box got in here though? He wondered. Settling himself on the coach, he tossed the football up and down, continuing to daydream about what a varsity football life could have been. 

Ricky rubbed his eyes as he woke up, his nap being longer than he had wanted. He surprisingly didn’t groan as he stretched himself out. Glancing down at his toned, glistening body, he always slept hot leaving him to wake up sweaty constantly. He could feel his massive dick raise to attention as he caught a whiff of his masculine scent, his body hair holding the combined effect of his sleep sweat and lack of hygiene. Yet he loved it--the scent of a real man.

Ricky quickly moved to satisfy his dick, his calloused hands almost too small for his massive manhood. He softly groaned as he jerked away, his grown cock sensitive. The fantasy of a cheerleader under the bleachers playing in his head as he kept pushing, his long powerful legs bending up towards his defined torso. He felt his toes curl as he pushed out a load.

“Fuck, yeah!” He yelled as he shot his massive load into his sweaty nylon shorts. After catching his breath, he felt around the leather coach for his football. He grabbed it and was rewarded with a rush of adrenaline and excitement, as if he was on the field at that exact second. He reminisced once more, of his high school days. But soon the nostalgia was replaced by excitement, after all his varsity football days weren’t over yet. He picked up his phone seeing a text from his Danial Samuel, labeled Pops in his phone. confusing him for second, didn’t he have kids and a wife? 

“Caught up at the office, but your uncle Ethen is headed your way with some good shit”

Looking at the text jogged his memory however, his dad was one of the co-founders of MAXic.org, a company founded on the idea of bringing back traditional masculinity. That was why his father had pushed him to be an athlete, why his cousins were a gym junkie and red pill influencer respectfully. Cousins not his kids, what a dumb thought! Topical of Ricky though, his father often joked that he would end up like his other uncle Charlie. Yet that didn’t seem so bad to Ricky, his uncle was a real man too. 

His phone buzzed with a notification, a text from his cousins to meet them for protein shakes and a swim in the lake later. He flipped back unto the coach, content to chill until Brandon and Johnny were done at the gym. His shallow breath making his tight, sweaty rise and fall, the contours of his proud quarterback shoulders back lit by the open blinds of the window behind him. He quickly texted his cousins back a fire image and a thumbs up, excited for all the family reunion would bring. 

BJ had been waiting for his boyfriend for over a half hour. He had arrived at his boyfriend’s family reunion before Connor, his boyfriend of three years, and he hadn't been able to contact him since he had arrived due to the poor Wi-Fi. His boyfriend hadn’t been far behind, but had stopped for some reason he hadn’t shared with BJ.

Both BJ and Connor had been dating for three years, and the two of them would graduate in a few months from college. Yet, despite the time, BJ had never met much of Connor's family, not for any nefarious reasons, just timing. Of course, the Samuel's family reunion was the perfect opportunity, but BJ hadn’t heard any word from Connor.

Then he heard the crunch of tires, and saw his boyfriend's red BMW pull up next to him. The blonde man quickly got out of his car and opened the passenger door of BJs, getting in he gave his boyfriend a quick kiss. 

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late. My older cousin needed to give me these for some reason?” He said, holding up a cowboy hat and baseball cap with an sport team logo on it, and looking at BJ curiously.

“Why why?”

“Don’t know, wanna try them on as a joke,” Connor said, placing the baseball camo on his own head. BJ took the cowboy hat, happy to be in on the joke.

Once the hat touched his head, he was hit by a strange feeling of fatigue. He didn’t notice, but his legs were getting cramped under his seat. He subconsciously moved the seat back as he continued making out with his boyfriend, feeling a ticking sensation. His loose shirt began to fill out and began to feel tight around his pecs and biceps. The sleeves began to give as his biceps grew in size and density. Calves and thighs growing too as his soft white skin faded into a rough sun tan. 

At the same time, Connor's shirt was also strained, his chest also pulling the fabric tight so tight in fact that it burst. Burst and revealed chiseled torsos with new spatterings of ink. Their pants also shifted, BJs becoming American flag shorts and Connors pink shorts, complete with tree trunk legs coming out the leg holes. A bit of stubble also grew on their chins, making the kissing rough, and on their legs, chests and feet, which had grown into sizes 14 and 12 respectively. But as BJ kept kissing Connor but slowly the mental image of his boyfriend began to fade away. 

As the rest of the golden tan covered his body, Milo grabbed his average size cock and began to stroke. It got hard instantly, but didn’t lengthen at all. His hard length was now the same as what he was as soft previously. Milo didn’t notice however, for he was too focused on how incredible the bridge of the song was. As the last refrain came around the corner, Milo felt his testicles tense quickly.

As they kept kissing, a deep tan spread over their bodies. The hat began to feel tight on their heads as their heads grew larger, although one could say they were actually emptier. Under their hats, curly thick hair sprouted, covered in dust and sweat from… farm chores. BJ felt a sense of arousal, the intense make out began to turn him on, and the images of breeding a hot cowgirl filled his head. 

“What the fuck!” Colt cried as he opened his eyes to see his brother, Buck. He sat there for a second, breathing irregularly, too disgusted with himself. He had just kissed his brother, sure it was family, but more importantly he’d just kissed a dude.

“Bro, What the hell was that?” Buck asks, his face in an identical expression of disgust. He turned to see his brother trying to wash his lips off with some week old beer he had left in the truck door. 

“Give me some of that,” Buck said, grabbing it from the smaller guy, as Colt found another half empty can. 

“Well…let’s just pretend this never happened,” Colt said, after washing it all down with a warm white claw.

Buck gave a wordless nod, and the two got out of the car, excited to surprise their lil cousins with their southern charm and beer, of course beer.

Andrew sat in the uncomfortable outdoor chair, bored out of his mind. He didn’t even really want to be here, this was his fiancé's family reunion, the only reason he came was for her. And now she was inside talking to her aunts and cousins leaving him alone outside. Fine by him, her family could be pretty annoying, whenever he tried to be friendly they took it as offense for some reason, to be fair he was a very blunt, gruff individual. 

He pulled out a book one of her nephews had given him, a massive individual with muscles far bigger than Andrew could ever hope to have. His frame was skinny, pale but he worked out twice a week and wasn’t fat or unhealthy by any means, he just wasn’t “buff”. Something this book was supposed to help with, claiming to get you hot in 7 days or something like that, the kids had said his dad had written, some business man who owned some MAXic.org, a dumb name if you asked Andrew. The book was probably a tax write off, but he had nothing better to do. 

Inside the font was large, like really large. He read the introduction, finding out about Ethen’s company’s mission, to make real men. The book continued like that for a while, chapter on surface level masculinity, monster trucks, gym routine, or grooming. Yet some stuff was downright offensive, the way they said to treat women or homosexuals. 

Andrew took a sip of his coffee, mesmerized by the train wreck that was this novel. As he read, his legs began to extend. He adjusted and crossed the new massive thighs and sculpted calves, the added length bringing him to nearly 6 foot. The chair creaked as his torso grew wider, abs and pecs blowing up like balloons. A healthy warmth flooded into his skin and hair began to grow everywhere, thick and brown. 

As he continued to read, his attention became more and more focused on what the book had to say. Years added to him as his frame began to fill out, broadening his arms and shoulders. Vain shot up his arms as his bod became the ideal gym type, his body packed densely with muscle. His thick legs made his shorts bunch up, looking like the inseam had decreased dramatically. 

As he began to finish the book his pace began to slow down, finding it so easy before, the reason for the size of the world quickly became apparent when his intellect dropped dramatically. The exchange for the muscle had to be evened out somehow. So locked in he didn’t even notice the breeze on his own bare back or the size of his massive paws gripping the paperback. So focused that he didn’t register the pleasure that hit when his dick grew an extra few inches. 

“Done, yes!” He said, pumping his meaty fist in the air, and shut the book with a satisfied smile. He quickly looked around but didn’t notice anything amiss, his wife was inside talking to the relatives, leaving him outside to finish his training to become an official team member of MAXic.org, the company his brother-in-law owned. 

As if on cue, he glanced inside to see his wife rubbing her swollen stomach and talking to his nephew, how already worked for the company via social media. A grin plastered itself on at the thought of welcoming his third son into the world.

“I did it” Ace announced as he walked into the house, kissing his wife and dabbing Johnny Boy up “gonna start working with you after this, bro” he remarked to the boy.

“Congrats dude” Johnny said with a grin.”Good to see you're officially part of the family business.”

Danial Samuels sat on the porch of the lake house, enjoying a cigar with his brother Ethen. Their(his) plan had been a huge success, made evident that night by the massive family dinner, the men bickering and laughing, kids swarming the room as their mothers brought heaps of food to the table. His own son had brought a football and had been throwing it across the table to one of his cousins from the south, their newest business partner, Ace had talked to the two about some new marketing strategies over meatloaf and Lil Johnny Boy had filmed the whole thing. 

After tedious research and development, he finally had a place to test his new merch. Hats, cigars, books, water bottles, chains, even underwear, the possibilities were endless. He designed them all himself, to align with the company's mission of bringing back traditional masculinity. Each one had a different purpose, mixing with the host's previous personality, making each new MAXic.org spokesperson unique yet united under their values and goals. 

Dianal glanced over at his brother and the two exchanged hardy laughs, It would only be so long before the country would hear of the company and by then it’d be too late.  

“Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to the special edition of Ignorance is Bliss, the critically acclaimed gameshow where reality is not always as it seems!”

I nervously tap on my contestant podium. The host stands metres away from me, reciting his perfectly practiced speech into the intimidatingly large camera. The studio lights reflect off his teeth and blind me. Behind the camera stands three bleachers, seating large crowds of giddy gawking audiences. Most of them are men. Just a bit older than me, I say. But what really caught my attention was the cube on the other side of the stage. A big one too. It’s like a glass room. A room without a door. What the hell could that be?

The host smiles and waves his hands openly. He’s charismatic, I’ll give him that. I can see why people like his show. Though me personally, I’ve never seen it. I’ve heard about it though. Specifically through people on Reddit. Apparently, it’s a generic trivia show. Aired after midnight too, so the audience for the show can’t be too big. So, even if I embarrass myself on here, my dignity won’t be completely destroyed. I just have to answer a few pointless questions and then I’ll be rich. Shouldn’t be too hard. At this point, I’m broke, so I’ll take any cash prize I can get. Whether it’s $100 or the full $1,000,000, I’m not leaving here empty handed.

“I am your host, Jimmy Clark. Let’s get right into it!” The crowd lets out a large cheer.

“Our first contestant of the day is Atlas Green, an economics student at MIT. He’s a self-proclaimed maths genius, his favourite TV show is Survivor and he has never travelled outside of America!” The crowd lets out a light chuckle.

I didn’t think they’d use my application as my introduction. We’re not even a minute in and my cheeks are already red.

“Hi there, Jimmy.” I exaggerate my phoney smile for the camera.

“So, Atlas, you know how the game works. Get a question right and you’ll be one step closer to our grand prize of $1,000,000.” The crowd goes wild as the figure flashes up on the large screens behind us. “Get a question wrong however…”

The studio falls silent, anxiously waiting for Jimmy’s reveal.

“You will leave here, no money, no grand prize. But don’t worry, here on Ignorance is Bliss, no one ever leaves empty handed…”

I glance nervously at the audience. They had reverted back to their obnoxious cheering and shouting. Although, a part inside me is celebrating too from hearing I won’t be leaving without some sort of prize. But what kind of prize? That’s the real question here. It won’t be a $1,000,000 dollars worth prize, I can tell you that much. Maybe it’ll be a small Ignorance is Bliss trinket or something? I hope not. Though I’m curious about the loser’s prize, I don’t intend on finding out what it is. I’m here for that grand prize. I’m not leaving without it.

“Let’s get started!” Jimmy beamed, the crowd screaming. “First question.”

The rounds start off easy. As easy as you’d expect from a stereotypical game show. Current events, pop culture, geographical stuff. Though, none were particularly difficult, I can’t let myself get cocky. It only takes one royal fuckup and that $1,000,000 dollar prize slips right through my fingers. And the questions are definitely getting more difficult. I know that much. Now, the questions are delving into actors I’ve never heard of or countries I know bare minimum about. I just gotta keep calm and I should be able to do it.

“Last question of the night!” Jimmy applauds me. “Almost no one has gotten this far. In fact, no one has ever won the cash prize, Atlas. Will you be the first?”

“The final question of today’s show is…. ‘In Hinduism, who is the male God of erotic love, lust and sexual pleasure?’”

I look towards Jim, then to one of the camera men and smile nervously. Weird final question. And what makes it worse is I have no clue what the answer is. I’m a young white student. Never left the country. Was raised Roman Catholic. There is no way I am getting this. At least not through rational thought or logical reasoning. I’m just gonna have to guess. I have a one in four chance of winning a million dollars. 25%. Fuck. That doesn’t bode well for me. One in four… one in four… okay. No point in delaying it.

“Your options are:

A) Vishnu

B) Krishna

C) Ganesha

D) Rama”

A timer appears on the screens behind us, ticking down quickly. I glance at all four options. It could be any of them. I don’t know. How am I supposed to know? I have to guess.

“We’re gonna need an answer now, Atlas!” Jimmy warns.

The timer continues to tick down.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

“3 seconds left Atlas!” Jimmy yells frantically.

“Rama!” I shout. Less than a second left on the timer. But is it right…?

“You chose option D, Rama.” The charismatic host looks towards the screens, waiting for them to turn green or red. “The correct answer is…”

Time stops. I look at the screen. Waiting. One million dollars…

Suddenly, the screen and studio lights turn a deep dark red. The words ‘wrong answer’ flash across the monitor. I feel my heart sink into my stomach. Jimmy emulates a sympathetic wince, letting out a condescending ‘awww’.

“The correct answer is…”

“Kamadeva”

What? Kamadeva? That wasn’t one of my options! Was it a mistake? Or was the show rigged? I’m betting the latter. No wonder no one has ever reached the grand prize. They’re being lied too, forced take the stupid loser prize home. I was set up.

“Hey! That’s bullshit! That wasn’t-“ I scream before Jimmy cuts me off.

“Don’t worry my boy! As you know, no one goes home empty handed!” He pats me on the back. “Get over here.”

Jimmy throws his arm around me, tightly holding me in place. He escorts me towards the other side of the stage. Towards the big mysterious glass cube. As I’m forced to approach it, a side of the cube lifts open letting mist seep out of it, like some kind of sci-fi movie. The intimidatingly tight grip of the host eases before he tosses me inside. As I stumble to the ground, the glass door behind me slams shut, leaving me trapped inside the glass cage. I scramble to my feet. The audience gawks at me. I feel like an animal in a zoo. Is this some kind of humiliation technique? Is there actually a loser prize? Or is this the loser prize after all? It’s a sham either way, that’s for sure. I begin looking for a way out but the cage is empty. Although, at the top of each glass corner, there are orange tubes. The tubes connect to the ceiling of the studio. God knows what’s in it. Maybe thats where the mist came from? It can’t be good, that’s all I know.

“So Atlas! You lost Ignorance is Bliss!” The host announces. I can feel rage filling inside me. “But, no one leaves here empty handed! It’s time to announce your prize!”

“You clearly don’t know much about Hinduism or Indian culture, Atlas!” The crowd giggles and whispers to each other. “So as your prize, Ignorance is Bliss is granting you a LIFELONG TRIP TO YOUR HOMELAND, INDIA!”

The crowd goes wild.

My clueless expression remains unchanged. Lifetime? Homeland? What does he mea- what the fuck? Suddenly, an orange gas is pumped into the glass cage from the tubes above, robbing me of clean air and replacing it with a hot suffocating warmth. I pounce onto the glass and yell for help. My cries are met with the audience gawking at me like I’m some kind of monkey at the Zoo. I try to avoid breathing the gas, but at this point it’s all-encompassing, giving me no choice but to take a gas filled breathe. As I breathe in, a strange feeling travels throughout my body. A strange pleasurable feeling. Erotic almost… I look down to see my 6 inch boner straining against my pants, on full display for the audience. I feel more and more blood rush into my cock. At this point, it feels as if my cock is hard enough to burst through my pants. I grab my boner with my two hands and then realise... never in the 22 years of my life have I fit both hands on my cock… one hand was enough to cover it whole. I slowly look down at my body. My cock… its growing. Inch by inch, I see my cock expand. As if I have a growing boner which never stops increasing in size. It grows and grows, straining my pants, until the tip of my boner presses against the side of my hip. The new cock, which fills my pants, suddenly stops growing in length. Instead, it starts thickening. My cock, which was just thicker than my thumb, begins fattening up, becoming chunkier and thicker. It grows heavier and heavier until my knees feel like giving out. Still adjusting to my new fat manhood, I take a step backwards, tripping. I twist and fall on my new fat package, causing the seams of my pants to burst open. My fat cock flops out, acting as a cushion for my pelvis to lay on. I pick myself up and sit back on my flat ass, my cock now long and heavy enough to still be laying on the ground. I panic, lift myself to my feet and turn around to the audience, displaying my new unnaturally large appendage. It hangs down between my legs, reaching my knee. The heat fills my genitals, more specifically, my balls. My balls, which looked ridiculously small compared to my new massive cock, begin to grow. Almost like a water balloon, my balls fill with hot potent semen, ready to shoot inside some fuckable ass. My new balls begin to appear proportionate to my unnaturally thick penis, forcing my legs apart to accommodate it.

“Look how flustered he is, folks! That new big appendage of his looks like it could cum everywhere at any moment!” The host laughs, inspiring cheers from audience members.

God… I’m so hard. The audience is staring at me… but that turns me on even more. They’re in awe of my Godly cock. My Godly Indian cock…. wait… no. Why am I thinking this? I’m not Indian. I’m not… gonna stuff my Godly Hindu cock into some pathetic white boy and impregnate his hole. Oh fuck! I need to stop. What’s wrong with me?! My average dick turning into a massive monster cock is one thing, but this is even more overwhelming. Not only have I lost control of my body, but now… I’m losing control of my mind. It’s as if the gas is seeping into every crevice of my brain, making my thoughts more lustful… more primal. Images of my fat cock breeding men assault my mind. Vivid fantasies which involve my thick sperm shooting into a big fat jiggling ass. I begin hitting my head. This is too much. It’s all too much. As I smack my head, attempting to knock some sense into myself, I notice something strange.

I look down at my body. It seems to be… growing. My chest… its inflating like a balloon. The two muscles press against my tight shirt. They look soft. The kind of soft that would make for the most comfortable and fuckable pillows. I decide to feel it. I press my hand on it. It sinks into it, fat flowing through the crevices between my fingers. My pecs look like the most beautiful pair of perky fuckable tits. Is that what they’re making me into? Some big titted, massive cocked hybrid? Maximising femininity and masculinity on the body of one person… I panic that this will be my final form. A bisexual’s wet dream.

This worry is soon subsided as I feel the growth shoot down my arms. My biceps triple in size, looking like the arms of a professional NFL player. My hands begin fattening up too. My fingers turning into sausage sized monsters. Each finger is as fat as my old penis used to be… I’m thankful that they’re still useable… mostly. I might struggle to use a keyboard or accurately press the numbers on my phone now. The fingers are fat enough to press multiple buttons at once, like some big brute. My stomach begins to develop abs. They form into six perfectly shaped mountains. I run my thick brute hands over them, feeling the calluses from my fingers glide over each crevice. The growth finally reaches my lower half. Thankfully, my massive cock and balls are unaffected. I don’t think I could handle them growing any larger. I wouldn’t be able to walk… The growth mainly affects my legs, feet and unfortunately… my ass. My two cheeks begin to inflate but not in the way you’d expect. Instead of an unnaturally large increase in muscle mass like the rest of me, my ass seemed to only fill up with fat. Like two water balloons, my cheeks grow and jiggle, bouncing and shaking around with every slight movement. The audience watches as my insanely fuckable feminine ass sways from side to side, preventing me from walking normally. I waddle. It’s humiliating. This will be on TV. My friends will see this. My coworkers will see this. My classmates. My family…

Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle.

My fuckable ass reaches its limit. It looks like two huge beachballs attached to me. The growth spreads to my legs. My thighs and calves grow, though not to an unnatural size like my bouncy cheeks. Their size is still nothing to scoff at. My legs look like two heavy tree trunks. They make it even more difficult to walk, or should I say, waddle.

I look down at my new self… I feel weird even saying its me. My pecs… my ass… my muscles.. I don’t resemble the skinny economics student who entered this studio an hour ago. I don’t look like me. I look like some dumb fuckable brute. It’s humiliating. I watch the crowd laugh and cheer at me. The new me. Mocking my waddling. Flexing their biceps, which were nothing compared to mine. Bouncing their pecs, which looked nothing like my big fuckable tits. I even glance at one guy in the second row who is fingering his hairy straight ass, letting out a jokingly high feminine moan.

“Do you feel like an Indian God, Atlas?!” The host laughs, his voice booming through the entire studio. “No? Let us help with that!”

The host clicks his fingers causing the gas to become noticeably more intense. It pumps the orange transformation gas into the glass cage at a higher rate than before, forcing me to inhale even more than before. I look down at my huge body, anticipating what could happen next. What is there left to change? The gas already inflated every part of my once skinny body. It elongated my cock, inflated my ass. What more could this smelly gas possibly do? How much more humiliating could this become?

I glance down at my thick forearm to realise something… it seems hairier than before. The hair seemed different too. Well, at least it looked different. Instead of my normal weak arm hairs, this new hair is noticeably thicker, like a wolf’s pelt. I never remember my arm hair being so dark. I assume it must be the gas again. I look at my body, realising my arms aren’t the only part of my body sprouting in thick hair. My chest has too. My once hairless chest now sprouts a thick sweaty pelt of hair. My legs seem to have adopted the wet pelt too. My armpit hair also seems more thick, although that’s the least of my worries right now. My face begins to itch. I reach up with my hairy paws and scratch it. My face feels fully bearded. My eyebrows are significantly more bushy too. Untrimmed. As if they had never seen a tweezers in their life.

I glance beside me to see a man standing on the other side of the glass. He stares at me, watching my transformation. He has dark skin. Beautiful dark skin. It glistens with sweat. I could almost smell his stench from here. He continues to stare at me. He looks confused. Confused and dumb. Very dumb. His jaw hangs agape, breathing strictly through his mouth. His forehead is very pronounced. His eyes are vacant. As if he had no brain. Couldn’t form a single thought of his own. Drool dribbles out the side of his mouth. It gathers in his beard as he dumbly chuckles at me. He looks like he’s only good for one thing: fucking. He continues to stare at me. Dumbly. Vacantly. Confusedly. I reach up and scratch my beard… he does the same. I tilt my head to the side… he does the same. I grab my juicy fuckable big pecs… he does the same. I stumble back in shock. It hit me. All at once… the smelly stench… the big pecs… the huge muscles… juicy pecs… fat cock and fuckable ass… it’s… me.

The man… the one staring back at me… my reflection… his… his skin. His deep dark beautiful brown skin. It’s mine. Gone was my caucasian skin. Gone were my caucasian features. The show completely changed me. It changed me into some big, dumb, fuckable, Indian brute…

“There we have it ladies and gentleman! Our sex God, Kamadeva!” The crowd screams in awe. I gaze into the crowd, displaying my new Godly form. I see men jerking each others cocks while looking at me. Even some fingering their holes chanting my name. I am… a sex God.

“That’s it for today’s show, folks. Tune in next time to see what happens to our next contestant!” The crowd screams and cheers. “This has been Ignorance is Bliss. Goodnight!”

The lights and camera shut off. Members of the crowd pull up their pants and make their way out of the studio. The host walks over to my glass cage and chuckles. I adjust to my new weight. He stares at the Indian God in front of him.

“Don’t worry, Kamadeva. We’ll have you shipped off to India in no time.” He smirks. “Soon, all of this will be just a distant memory…”

“प्लीज मेरा सुराख भर दो। मैं बहुत हॉर्नी हूं” I mutter.

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And so, Atlas will live out the rest of his life in Mumbai as the Indian sex God, Kamadeva.

Reviews conclude he definitely lives up to his name. He puts both his massive cock and fuckable ass to good use, providing pleasure to men all over India. He lets men cum up his big juicy wobbling ass and he also breeds every man with a bubble butt that he sees, making the most out of his Godly body.

The man has no memory of his life in the US. To Kamadeva, he was always Indian. He was always a sex God. He was always a dumb fuckable brute with a low IQ. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

As Ignorance is Bliss promised, he definitely didn’t go home empty handed…

The bottle was labelled “Shower Spray.” Kai grabbed it in the bathing supplies aisle at the grocery store, from the clearance section. It promised to “totally change your shower experience!” and for such a low price he thought, what the hell. It had a rainbow logo, it had probably come in during Pride.

As he was unpacking the groceries, Kai took a second look at the packaging on the Shower Spray. It said to spray evenly in the shower for “Life Changing!!!” effects. With a laugh, Kai called his husband.

“Mike, come look at this!”

The two of them got a good laugh out of the labelling. “Why not?” Mike said, turning the bottle over in his hands. “Worth the laugh, at least.” He came over to give Kai a kiss. The two Asian men went on with their days in separate parts of the house without thinking much more about it.

That night, as they got ready to shower, Kai remembered the Shower Spray, left on the kitchen counter. “Hey, want to try it?” he asked Mike. Whatever it was, it might be amusing.

“Sure,” said Mike. He swatted Kai on the butt as Kai went to find it.

Once they were in the shower with the water on, Kai opened fire with the spray. “Whoa!” he gasped as a cloud of gas spewed out of it, quickly filling the small bathroom. The two men coughed, unable to see each other even inches apart in the salty-smelling haze.

Kai grabbed on to Mike, but the Shower Spray seemed to be collecting on both men’s skin, making them slick and hard to grip onto. Kai started to panic. “Baby, are you,” suddenly the smoke seemed to vanish, “okay?” Kai finished, confused.

“I think I’m fine,” Mike replied, trying to sluice the shiny layer of Shower Spray off his skin. The two men glared at the Shower Spray bottle Kai had dropped, now sitting innocently on the floor of the shower. “What do you think it was supposed to do?”

“I don’t know.” As Kai said it, he felt a sudden heat coil in his belly and his dick twitched. He rubbed a hand over his ass, the sensation of the slick coating suddenly erotic.

Kai looked over to see Mike pause, his nostrils flaring. The man looked at his hand, still coated in stubborn Shower Spray, and his tongue darted out to lick it. His eyes rolled back slightly and he groaned at the taste.

Suddenly, Kai was kissing Mike under the running water, the two of them needy as they hadn’t been since they were dating. Mike’s hand ran down Kai’s back to his asscrack, and Kai felt his body fill with desire. It must be from the Shower Spray. Maybe an aphrodisiac? Kai decided it wasn’t important.

“Baby,” Kai gasped. “Please.”

His hands electric on Kai’s slippery body, Mike spun Kai around so he was up against the wall. “I need that taste,” Mike groaned, kneeling down. He was usually so reluctant to eat Kai out, but the taste of the Shower Spray seemed to really get him going.

As Kai started to moan and scream from the sensation of Mike’s needy tongue in his asshole, both men started to grow and change. Kai found his hands sliding further up the wall as he grew a bit taller, and his shoulders broadened, forcing him to adjust his grasp. The feeling of his chest and abs thickening with muscle combined with Mike’s ministrations had him keening. As Kai’s ass inflated, Mike seemed to get even deeper inside of him.

Meanwhile, Mike’s muscles inflated even more, giving him a tapered V-shaped body to better grip Kai’s hips and hold him steady in spite of the slippery coating tingling on both of their skin. His face reshaped as he tongued deeper inside of his husband, with a sharp, masculine jaw and sensual lips.

Kai’s mind filled with euphoria as his skin tone started to lighten. His thoughts seemed to float away. After all, nothing was as important as getting something in his hungry hole, right? His hair curled and lightened to a rich brown, and freckles scattered across his new, boyishly handsome face as he became completely white. As his grunts deepened and his cock throbbed closer to orgasm, all Kai could remember was being a hot, horny gym boy.

Mike’s skin, on the other hand, darkened. His hair contracted into a curly buzz cut and frizzed up from his head. His big Black leg muscles finally caught up with his upper body as he snaked his talented, lengthening tongue deeper into Kai’s slutty white boy asshole. Mike’s lips tingled with pleasure, and he knew that he was never satisfied unless his tongue was pleasuring a man somehow.

Both boys came untouched moments after the transformation finished, their cute gym boy dicks spurting their loads onto the shower floor. The Shower Spray finally washed off their bodies, leaving both Kai and Mike perfectly hairless from the neck down. Giggling and kissing each other, they finished their shower and dried off.

With each item they touched, their house transformed from the remaining influence of the Shower Spray. Before long, the bathroom had transformed into a beauty suite perfect for two image-obsessed gym boys, like Kai and Mike had become. The rest of the house followed, filling with cute pastel furniture and slutty, expensive clothes for both of them to wear.

A few minutes later, Kai and Mike lay down on their pink bedsheets together, wearing matching boxer briefs. “Mm, baby, can you fuck me?” Kai asked. His hole was hungry again.

“Ugh, baby, you know I hate topping,” Mike giggled. His lips tingled, and he licked them with his sensitive tongue. “I wanna blow you.”

“Noooo,” Kai groaned. “I wanna bottom!” He whacked his husband with a pillow.

After a short pillowfight and a wrestling match, the two boys pouted at each other, still not pleased. “Get a top?” Kai offered.

Mike nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, let’s get a big bear,” he said, opening up Grindr on his phone while Kai opened Tinder.

My friend murmured while I skewed in my seat, readjusting myself constantly.

"Oh, it's really weird. Honestly it's like a fever dream" I laughed, readjusting my shirt and barley looking at anyone else in the room, too focused on myself. "The thing I thought would be the weirdest to me would be the beard or the tattoos but no, it's the bloody size of your legs. They're like constantly wigging because of how big they are man. They're like tree trunks for god's sake." We both chuckled, enjoying the oddity of the situation. When I was originally asked to join the psychology-body-swap podcast episode with a friend, I did not think being inside his body was a part of the deal. I thought I was just going to sit here and talk about the ethics of it, not experiencing it. This was my first time doing anything of the sort so it was all so foreign to me. It was so unnatural to be so big, beefy and hairy, and all I could feel was a large surge of overwhelming confidence. "You live like this" I asked, adjusting the cap on my head as it started to fall and absorb my sweat. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the testosterone radiating off me. But a strange, surging confidence had taken me. Like I could walk into any room and everyone would turn to look at me, it was invigorating.

The fuck was Miguel doing FaceTime’ing him?

Morehouse was known for its considerably large gay population, but Miguel was easily as the head bitch on top, in a manner of speaking. Darrius wasn’t prejudiced, by any means—he and his cousin had jacked off together tons of times through the years, who hadn’t, that shit wasn’t gay—but he couldn’t stand how much Miguel flaunted it all the time. The two of them had shared plenty of classes and Miguel was never shy about the occasional grin + wink. Darrius took a sigh and hit answer.

“What do you want, Migs.” Darrius monotoned in more of a whine than a question.

“‘Migs,’ uucgh, it’s Miguel, cabron, get it right,” Miguel sassed teasingly in his quick Puerto Rican accent. Darrius rolled his eyes as Miguel waggled his finger at him with his quick camera movements.

“Whatchu want Miguel,” Darrius groaned.

“Que impaciente, fine! Hold up.” Miguel changed his camera to his front facing camera and Darrius could see that he was stepping towards his bathroom. The hell was this??

“Hey yooo!” As Miguel stepped into the bathroom he appeared in frame reflected into the bathroom mirror, completely and totally nude. He’d at least had the decency to cover his junk with his other hand, but yeah, full birthday suit.

“Aww, come on, dude! What the fuck?! You really think I—”

“Shhh shh, espera, calm down, check this out,” Miguel tapped on his screen a few times, “Aaaaaaand, mira!” He tapped one more time on his screen.

“UUOOFGH…” Both of the guys huffed out a forceful breath on opposite ends of the call as if they’d been socked in the stomach, but neither felt any pain. Instead, Darrius felt like he’d been sucked into himself a little bit, like his entire frame got a little bit tighter, and a little bit more compact. His vainly snug clothing now felt comfortably loose on him as he looked down on himself to see that these sensations were more than that. He was smaller! Not puny, not his usual ball player size, but definitely many pounds lighter without his hard-earned muscle. And…? His tighter skin looked lighter, too?

He looked back at his phone to see Miguel’s head rolled back in ecstasy, his entire frame blooming outwards with athletic strength and size. “RRNNMMF,” he gurgled/grunted deeply through the phone as he rolled his head back around, his hair lengthened outwards and upwards and his features darkened. His facial hair remained the same but his features morphed and twisted with a shake of his head. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Darrius pieced together just who exactly he was now looking at: himself.

“Ayyyy, lookin’ good Darrius baby!” Miguel intoned deeply with a waggle of his tongue.

Darrius could see now in his tiny window on screen that he looked exactly like Miguel too!

“Migs, the fuck??!” He hissed in a sharp whisper at his phone, drawing a couple inquiring looks from the fellow passengers, along with a just few double takes from folks close by who were certain they had seen another guy sitting there moments before.

Miguel giggled excitedly on the other end, twisting and turning, getting a load of his new curvaceous angles, “Right?! Que guapoooo, no?” He let loose his hand protecting his modesty and did a saucy, gyrating, Latin step, his—Darrius’s—meat flopping around with his quick sways.

“Miguel, man, I’m serious, how th—the fuck is this?? I’m meeting up with my people tonight, Im out here in public, I’m trying to get my dick wet, I’m supposed to meet my family on Monday, why would y—?!”

“Hey, hey, tranquilo, hombre! I’m just trying to have a lil fun too! Don’t worry, baby! Look, who you seeing tonight? Angela? Krystal?”

Darrius was breathing heavy, angry breaths. He knew the two would be in the group tonight though. He allowed himself a few angry nods of the head.

“Those chicas loooove me, dude! We get along great, even though they want me. Always after mi leche, know what I mean? Fag hags, man, they always want a lil, truth! Go getchu some of that tonight, mano! I bet if you played the game right, you could bag them both at once if you wanted!”

Darrius pondered this through his angry breaths. When he mentioned getting his dick wet, he did have Krystal in mind. Hell, now that Miguel brought her up, Angela would be sick too. He knew that they hung around Miguel always, hung off him really. His mind immediately pictured the three of them fucking in knots on top of sweaty sheets, eating Krystal out while breeding Angela, catching them both off guard by his—oh, WOW, Miguel was packing. He could feel his borrowed hog swelling to obscene turgidity in his designer jeans. He leaned forward to hide its upcurved head from drawing too much attention to his tent.

Miguel must’ve noticed his change in demeanor and interjected, pleased with himself, “Seeee?! Not such bad night after all, huh?” He giggled and brought the camera close to his—again, Darrius’s!—face. “Also, I guess you just realized I’ve got you beat in at least one way, no?”

“Not funny, man. This shit’s still fucked up,” Darrius saved face.

“Still, you’re so fuckin’ STRONGGG, bro! I mean—RRRNNG!” Miguel flexed both his borrowed arms intensely, pursing his lips, lifted them up behind his head and crunched his abs into definition with another deep grunt, put one foot up on his bathroom counter and tugged on his chubbing meat as he popped his pecs a few times.

“Alright, alright, man, that ain’t what I wanna see,” Darrius had calmed down a bit.

“It’s all you, mano! Also, just enjoy the weekend, man! Don’t worry about the familia, bro, I promise I’ll call you back on Sunday and we can get this sorted back out.”

“Fuckin’ better, dude, I swear, I—”

“If you still want to.” Miguel concluded with another cheeky waggle of his tongue for the camera.

“Miguel, seriously, how—?”

“No time, amor, gotta take care of this,” he smacked his borrowed pole against his abs, “Then we both got a biiiiiig weekend ahead, right baby?”

“Migs—!!”

“Ciao, guapito!” Miguel hung up the call, leaving Darrius staring confused back at himself—well, not himself—in his phone’s screen.

What in the holy everloving fuuuuuck, he thought to himself, huffing out a breath and leaning back in his seat, his (frankly massive) tent now subsiding.

He didn’t feel terrible. He didn’t even look terrible, that was at least true. Miguel was right, girls were always hanging off him despite his disinterest in them sexually. He flaunted his looks and kept himself looking tight, like most of the Morehouse gays.

Darrius unlocked his phone—now having to input his code since his facial recognition no longer worked—and looked back at his reflection.

Clean. Svelte. Fresh. Sharp. Runner-muscled. Manicured. Almost pretty.

Hell, he could work with this!

He’d have to let his bros know he’d caught something, hopefully they’d buy it. Should they be surprised by Miguel showing up all the sudden? No, not necessarily. Miguel, as Darrius knew, had friends everywhere. Darrius’s friends may be upset for a moment by his intrusion, but after seeing how well Miguel could hang… after seeing how good of a wingman he could be… after seeing how skillfully Miguel could knock em back… after seeing how touchy-feely he and Angela and Krystal were getting throughout the night… He was sure they’d come around on Miguel in no time.

Darrius rolled his eyes with a sigh, figuring if this was how his weekend was turning out, he might as well roll with it. He started his texts to update his bros, planned his next steps, and scrolled through Angela’s and Krystal’s IG pages again, pawing at his newly well-endowed self greedily.

POV: You used to believe hard work was an abstraction — a number on a report, a talking point in a quarterly meeting, a slogan you could reward from above. Now it burns in your shoulders, slicks sweat down your back, and rattles through your arms as you wrestle a mountain of boxes up a wet sidewalk. The uniform clings. The dolly fights you at every crack in the pavement. Cars pass. No one looks twice. No one offers deference. For the first time in years, you are visible only as labor.

At first nothing changed and I realized I was just an idiot who mistook outside chattering for whispers from the universe. But soon all that would change unbeknownst to me. That night I hopped on Twitter ready to scroll down my timeline and thirst over men when suddenly I saw a DM appear. I almost never received them so imagine my surprise when this jock of my dreams sent me a message asking if I wanted to link for the night, obviously I said yes! I got dressed and started to head over to his apartment preparing myself for what would be the best night of my life or so I thought. As I arrived he opened the door waiting as if he were anticipating for what was to come. He told me I was “The most handsome twink” he’d ever seen and that he needed to get his hands on me. He pointed me to his room as I scurried down the hallway preparing for our fun. I stripped quickly before he even got in the room and laid on his bed ass up awaiting his arrival. I heard the door shut as his clothes started flying past me, the bed suddenly shook as he climbed atop and started to position himself above. I felt him grab my ass when suddenly I felt a shock and realized I couldn’t move.

I tried to turn and look behind me but couldn’t. All I could hear was faint gasps for air and him yelling help me, the worst knowing I couldn’t help him. After what felt like an eternity I realized I couldn’t help slowly move again, I looked behind me to find that he was gone without a trace. I stood up and looked around his apartment to see if he had ran somewhere quickly but he was no where to be found so far. That was till I went to check the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror in what seemed to be an alternate reality. Except looking down proved it wasn’t.

I had magically grown a chest of hair and gained some muscle. I started to freak out at the sudden change which caused me to grab at the hair in hopes it was fake. Upon touching it I was met with the most blissful state I could imagine as I immediately felt myself getting turned on. The weirdest part was the voice in my head sounded familiar but not like mine, it was moaning as I rubbed the hair. I freaked out at the realization that it was real hair but immediately felt the ecstasy of rubbing it. The voice stopped moaning and said “I’ve become part of you” to which made me realize the voice was that of the jock I had previously met with just minutes ago. He had somehow touched me and became part of me through my chest hair. I stopped touching the hair and immediately reclothed myself as I started to spring back to my house trying to figure out how this happened. But before I got home my attention was bought to a man who was leaving the gym who looked severely ill.

I walked over to see if I could help him as he stumbled against the wall. He asked if I could help him get to his car but I knew that wasn’t going to be a smart idea allowing him to drive home in his condition so I asked him to wait here whilst I went and got him water from the gym. As I walked in I looked for the nearest vending machine in hopes of finding something cheap for him when suddenly he started to approach me faintly telling me there was free water in the locker room. He slowly walked towards it and I chose to follow just to make sure he was fine. As we walked through the empty locker room he suddenly collapsed on the floor. I rushed over to try and help him up when he reached his hand out to me telling me he was thankful for my efforts to help him, yet the minute he touched my hand I felt the same shock as I had earlier that night. I watched as he slowly started to disappear in front of my eyes as I was stuck in place unable to move even my eyes. After again what felt like an eternity I looked around to realize I had again absorbed another man. I picked up his clothing of the floor and went to dispose of it before it looked like a missing person had been left there. I went to leave the locker room before anyone walked in but on my way out I looked in the mirror and realized I had changed again. I quickly stripped to see the full changes opting to put on his hat. In the mirror stood a version of me unrecognizable to what I had been this morning.

My chest now had more hair then before and my muscles and height only grew with the changes. I knew I should’ve been freaked out but yet again I was more turned on by the chest hair. This time feeling it hearing the voices of both my victims. Hearing them talk to me in a blissful state as the accepted their new lives stuck as my chest hair forever. Constantly making me horny upon touching them. I knew as much as I wanted to enjoy the moment I had to get home and figure out what had been causing this. I grabbed all my belongings and sprinted towards the man’s car figuring it may as well be mine now. I drove straight to my house not bothering to stop for anyone in fears I would do to them what I had done to these two.

I rushed inside and entered my room where I looked in the mirror and saw my new body yet again. This time felt different though as I heard the same faint whisper. “The curse is set, your desires are met but the cost must be paid”. It finally clicked to me that touching the mirror earlier that day had caused me to become more notable to men but with that came a curse of them touching me bringing them into chest hair. The bright side of that being they at least seemed to enjoy being chest hair but the obvious downside being I’d never be able to touch a man ever again.

That was a few days ago now though and after learning that I’m stuck with the curse and a few more accidental physical connections I’ve realized 2 things. One is that I’m now incredibly horny and require the grasp of a man on me even if I know what’ll happen. The feeling is like that of no other and I require it even if it kills someone. The other is that everyone I touch becoming my chest hair has become so incredibly hot to experience, hearing their joy as they are now nothing more than a former twink now bears chest hair. I rub them to hear their joy and feel the pleasure. At this current point I have turned 17 men into a part of me and not one seems to regret it

And neither do I

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story! Requested by @randy1790 “A man who absorbed other men to become his chest hair, they enjoy it and forget their old lives”

POV: You thought the hardest part would have the CEO Swap would be pretending. Learning the names in the boardroom. Memorizing the talking points. Sitting still while assistants hovered and people waited for your answer. But the real shock was simpler than that: how natural it felt. The weight of the cigar between your teeth. The bourbon at your elbow as you “worked remotely” for the day. The way this body takes up space without apologizing for it as if it deserves to make 227 times the salary of the average employee. Even half-dressed on a rooftop chaise, you look like a man who owns the building, the skyline, and the silence around him - because you literally do now.

You know your best friend is such a nerd. Lately, he's been obsessed with DNA cloning. Heck, like you really want to know what that actually means.

Early this morning, he told you he went to visit the campus gym to "take a survey". You asked him why, but he left you on read for hours.

Bodyswap, Farts and Wario? My 3 favorite things!

Here’s an art piece I commissioned by the lovely @lucaisonsns of me and Wario swapping bodies!

I also loved chubbier men so I knew I wanted to see what it would look like if we had swapped bodies and looks like both party’s are happy with our new forms haha 🤭

One of Soma old friends named Fort was going to the store to decide the best gift for him. He was so excited to finally to make things official with his new boyfriend Soma.

When he left the store late at night, he was getting ready to go home. However, he was not alone, for he had a predator was stalking him through the night as he went home, not expecting after experiencing the best high of his life that is intoxicated with the feeling of love, someone would be looking to end it.

As Fort went into the alley to take a short cut to his street, a man who wearing black with a hood shouted,

“You lost”

“No, sir, I’m just taking a short cut to my house”, said Fort.

“I think you are” said the man.

Why’s that? said Fort with a confused look.

“Because you went the wrong way, but don’t worry, you will know soon”, the man hinting at what he about to do.

He reveals his face to be no other than Soma adopted brother named Antro. Realizing this Fort responded,

“Aren’t you Soma brother, it’s good to meet you”

“Well I can’t say the same and Soma can’t either” as he he proceeded to grab Fort and throw him with what would appear to be super human strength but just strength as he then proceeds to beat up the defenseless Fort unable with brute force near a each of his life. When done Antro remarks,

“This is a message from Soma to you, stay away from my brother or I and my friends will finish the job”

“You understand, I want a answer”

Fort barely able to speak says,

“Yes”

Coughing up blood while forcing out a response.

“I’m glad we understand each other, you’ll live a healthy life, thought it doesn’t seem that way now, have a good night” Antro responded with sarcasm.

Scared and terrified of these events, he made every attempt to not talk to Fort since then.

Over a decade later, after going to a psychologist to heal from this event, he begins to make attempts at social engagement by reentering in society by interacting with people like him, who are more free to be themselves and suffer less for it.

Despite many meet ups and sexual encounters, no one gave him the same feeling that Soma did, recalling his dark hair and clear light skin and his sweet voice, the voice of a boy slowly becoming a man. He showed strength in vulnerability and despite the incident, hoped to meet him again.

However, something interesting happens, after one particular conversation with a certain man from the gay bar, he begans to mention Soma as someone who had a one night stand with one of his homeboys. This begins to reignite the hope of being reacquainted with his former love and friend. So he resolved to go the gay bar in hopes of meeting Soma again. So each night, he visited the bar and interacting with guys that came near him and at times, even a few night stands to relieve some sexual tension, he continued to look for Soma

After time passed, he finally meet him, but he was completely different, Soma was taller, he had a mustache looking like a character from invincible comic and he was more outgoing, not like in nature but more of a wild bachelor. For a moment, Fort wasn’t sure that it was Soma and so he build his confidence inward and approached him sitting at the bar enjoying drinks.

Now at this time, Fort is unaware that Antro is still possessing Soma’s body who is only a passenger in his mind.

“Hey, what’s up, says Fort.

“Sup dude, what’s up”, said Soma(Antro) dabbing him up as if he is one of his bros.

“Pretty wild night, huh, anything could happen right, said Fort.

Man, you knew around here, it’s wild every night dude. I literally be getting topped every night and it’s fucking amazing bro, said Soma(Antro).

So what high school you went to, said Fort.

Oh, that’s been a century, I’m guessing Longwood High School. says Soma(Antro).

No way man, I used to go there until I moved until I decided to just get a G.E.D., says Fort.

Wow that sounds better than what I did, I became a robber, said Soma(Antro) losing his focus after many drinks.

“A robber, wasn’t your brother Soma a robber that ended up in jail a decade back”, said Fort.

Oh, right, yea uh that brother of mine, he was a robber that was sent to jail, said Soma(Antro).

See little did Soma(Antro) know, Fort had info on Soma from his many times at the bar and neighborhood and was aware of Soma bachelor degree as a psychologist to be and was pretty good at it and got his own place.

So feeling something off with him, he decided to lead it a different way.

“Hey Soma, why don’t we take this to a room” said Fort.

“Yea, let’s get room bro, said the drunken Soma(Antro).

Once they got to the room, Soma(Antro) made advances toward Fort, but he didn’t sense this in Soma character.

But what really summed of Fort suspicion was how sloppily Soma kissed which was nothing like the first kiss.

Ok, that’s enough, said Fort.

So you wanna jump into it I see, alright, you want to bottom or top, I’ll make a acception for you bro. said Soma(Antro) still drunk as he start removing his shirt to strip naked.

“You really don’t remember me, we were close friends, we hung out for a year and we shared a kiss, an old friend,” said Fort.

“Friends, no I don’t have friends”, says the real Soma who came through but fighting Antro control.

Never had friends, what do you mean, Soma, says Fort.

No, you betrayed me, they always betrayed me, I can’t trust anyone, still struggling to fight Antro possession.

I never betrayed you Soma, said Fort.

Lies, my brother said you would betray me and you did, said Soma still fighting.

I didn’t betray you, I was hurt, your brother said you never wanted to see me again and got me beat up.”

“My life was never the same sense then and strange enough, I still loved you, said Fort.

You, you keep trying to steal Soma from me, I said to never come near him again, now I’m gonna finish the job, said Antro coming through again.

And so a fight breaks out in the room back and forth they were equal for a moment but Fort couldn’t bring himself to hurt Soma and gives in but before he lands a punch, Soma regains control through will power.

His desire to protect Fort or power of love whatever it will, gave him willpower to fight Antro inside him.

Antro get out of my body, shouting Soma as he fought Antro who was slowly getting forced out.

Seeing what’s going on with Soma, he aided by giving his hand in pulling Antro’s hand and the visible parts of his upper body out of Soma.

Together they both succeed in separating Antro from Soma’s body and after a few minutes, he awakens completely drained from the fight and possession.

You ok, Soma, said Fort.

Yea I’m good, I’m sorry for what happened to you by Antro years back, said Soma.

“It’s ok, I just wish I could get justice for the both of us,”

“So, what can we do now?”, said Fort.

I know, when I was being possessed by Antro, I also had access to his thoughts, knowledge on how he acquired possession knowledge.

Soma, I’m not going through all that to just possess someone, said Fort.

I know, I have the knowledge of possession memorized, I’ll tell you what to do, said Soma.

So Soma pass this knowledge to Fort to get revenge on Antro for the psychological torment for the past for him and Soma.

After a few minutes, Fort mastered the skill perfectly and jumped in Antro and sense he was unconscious, he couldn’t fight back.

So, how does it feel, said Soma.

It feels like a bunch of testosterone raging out of control, I’m not saying I feel bad for him, but it’s like I have to dominate, said Fort(Antro)

Well it’s a shame he’s not gonna get that, what should we do, said Soma.

“Well I need you to dominate me, Soma.”

“Show me how to be humble.” said Fort.

Well, I guess you been a pretty bad boy for a while, ahaha, said Soma as he making out with Fort in Antro’s body.

So he made out passionately with Fort in Antro, after some filling of lust he began pushing him on the bed saying,

It’s time I take care of that ass, said Soma.

Soma then removes his underwear and then Antro’s underwear as he begans to stick his big dick in his ass using the sweat from there bodies as lubricant. “Don’t fight back, says Soma as he press Fort’s in Antro hands against the bed as he thrust his asshole. As this happened, Fort felt great waves of pleasure inside him, of course the sign showed when his cock Antro cock begins to stick up. Fort wanted to stroke his new rod so bad, but Sona would not let him, tormenting Antro’s body with feeling but not the ability to release at will. Soma continued until his own climax build up as he eventually released his manly load into Antro’s asshole.

Not long after, an orgasm came with moans and groans from Fort in Antro’s voice and he begin squirting Antro’s happy juice all of the bed in a copious amount.

All sexually spent, they lay Soma wrapping Fort in his embrace as his dick is still comfortably planted in Antro’s ass.

Mocking what Antro’s said in the past, Soma says,

“You look like you enjoyed yourself, ahaha, said Soma as he and Fort laughed.

Six months have passed since that day and Soma and Fort are in a deeper relationship. They now live together in Soma apartment.

Fort still possess possessing Antro’s body and occupying it since that day. I mean Antro wasn’t doing much with his life anyway and had no place to truly stay but at the same time he needed to pay for the 10 years of trauma he gave Soma and Fort.

Soma returned from work and saw Fort in the house,

Hey babe, I’m so glad to see you, how was work today, said Fort(Antro).

Brilliant love, you know how psychology works, saving one mind at a time, says Soma.

What about yourself, Fort or should I say Antro, said Soma with a hint of humor.

Hey in public, I’m Antro, but at home, you can call me Fortitude, aha, said Fort with a sense of humor and laughter.

But for the most part I’ve went to the gym lifted weights and honestly, I went to the gym before this, but I developed a liking to fighting sports, maybe even boxing, said Fort.

I know, you seem to be having a bit too much fun, said Soma.

I mean I know this is punishment and pleasure but he would have benefited physically more than me when this is all over, well if I even want to leave, said Fort.

He gonna see the world differently for sure when this is over, it’s only fair, he did do me some good, but the justice is for you though, plus he can be open as himself instead of possessing other homosexual like he did me, said Soma.

Oh well, hey you wanna go to the movies later and the a special dinner to eat, said Fort.

I don’t know, what are we eating, said Soma.

It special, I can’t tell you, hahaha, said Fort with a since of humor.

And so they continue to live together and enjoy the time lost and to come. As for Antro, he will fulfill his punishment but will be let go of the possession with an understanding of what it’s like to be controlled, dominate and humiliated.

Working hard and getting no rewards for it. I would love not to have to worry about any of that anymore. Would love to be a gas masked rubber drone

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You wake up in darkness. You’re confused for a moment, but then you breathe in and feel the pressure of the gas mask against your face, infusing the air you breathe with Master’s heady musk. You don’t need to be confused. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to be “you.”

The drone gets up from its resting cot and goes to prepare the morning meal for its Master. The drone has been prepared with its Master’s favourite meals, and rotates between a selection of gourmet breakfast spreads from every culture in the world. The bedroom drone takes the breakfast tray from the drone at the bedroom door, and the drone continues with its next tasks: cleaning the kitchen and pumping up its muscles in the drone gym.

After its Master completes his morning workout with his gym trainer drone, the drone brings him a healthy smoothie. In recognition of the drone’s completion of the task, its Master exchanges the stale gym socks in its gas mask with a fresh pair, straight from his feet. If the drone could feel pleasure, it would be overwhelmed with ecstasy.

If the drone continues to complete its assigned tasks and absorb new programming well, it will be upgraded to cumdump drone, or perhaps even bedroom drone. If it becomes a bedroom drone, its Master will provide it with a full coverage suit, erasing every remaining trace of its individuality underneath anonymous rubber, stretched around the musky muscles it was well-programmed to build and maintain.

The drone is not capable of enjoyment, but the vacation should prove blissful regardless.

A few months ago, I had been excited to receive an internship at Stuprum Financial. I don't know what I expected... fetching coffee, delivering mail, maybe getting a special project or something? Instead, I've spent the entire time doing data entry work, taking numbers from one spreadsheet and typing them into another one. It was the sort of mind-numbing busywork that could have been automated, if the owners had been willing to pay the money to make it happen. But they were too cheap to hire programmers, so here I am. If it hadn't been for my boss, I would have quit after the first day.

Not that he's a good boss, mind you-- Landon is a complete asshole, as a matter of fact. But the man is amazing eye candy, and I'm getting paid to sit at a cubical with direct line of sight into his office. He's the sort of dominant alpha who pretends that weaker men like me don't even exist. I should probably be angry that my boss barely gives me the time of day, but it means that I can stare at him for hours and he never seems to notice. It helps that he's too busy getting his dick wet as much as possible.

He's fucked all of the female interns at least once, though I know he has his favorites. There's no way any competent manager would have kept Miranda as an employee unless they were getting something else out of the deal, and Landon was definitely getting full access to what were... at least D cups? I'm a gay man, I don't know how to estimate cup sizes. I just know I have to fix all of Miranda's mistakes while she's getting railed during her 'private mentoring' sessions. The man is insatiable-- when he's not fucking a coworker, he's masturbating under his desk. I don't know when he finds time to get any work done, but that's not my problem.

Friday is one of his busier days-- the owners leave early, which means he doesn't have to be as stealthy while he fucks the women who work under him. He's got it down to a science by now-- one after lunch, and another one right before we leave for the day. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me into his office at the end of the day instead.

"You wanted to see... me... sir?" I said, my words trailing off as I walked in to see my boss standing in his office, with his shirt pulled apart to reveal his hairy chest. "Sir, what are you--"

"Shut the door behind you," he barked. "I've seen the way that you look at me, Bobby. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" To my shock, he started removing more of his clothes. "Honestly, I'm a bit flattered. And I thought, why not reward you with something you'd want?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sort of trap? Was he actually bisexual? I didn't know and I didn't care. I kicked off my shoes and started pulling at my tie with a shaky hand.

He leaned in, close enough for me to be able to smell his musk. "You'd do anything to have this body, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck. Make me an offer." God, hearing his voice whispering into my ear turned me on in the worst way.

"Can-- can I suck you off?" I blurted out.

Landon briefly smiled at me before placing his hand on my shoulder and shoving me to my knees. "I accept your terms," he said. "First you suck me off, and then you can have this body." His hand slipped down to his waistband, unleashing the thickest eight inches of manhood I had ever seen.

I was quite the cocksucker in college, but this dick was almost too much for even me to handle. It took all of my concentration to avoid gagging, especially once he grabbed my head and started thrusting. He was clearly focused on speed, and it didn't take long before his salty load hit the back of my throat. I was licking the excess off of his shaft when my vision started to blur.

"It's like I said. You suck me off, and then you can have my body." The speaker was high-pitched and a bit nasally... but also really familiar, somehow. I shook my head, trying to get my eyes to focus again. Someone who could have been my twin was kneeling in front of me, while I... my arms were massive now, and a quick grope of my body confirmed the presence of chest hair that I'd never been able to grow before. Had we switched bodies? But that was impossible! I looked over to the small mirror on my boss's desk, only to find his face staring back at me.

"Congratulations," my old body said. "You are now Landon Wagner. And now I'm Bobby Fischer. The next few days might have a bit of a learning curve, but I'm sure you'll get over it."

My hand started absentmindedly playing with my nipples as I tried to process what was happening. "I don't... I don't understand. You're probably the sexiest man I've ever met in real life." I could feel the excitement building in my chest, but life was never this kind to me. There had to be some sort of catch. "Why would you want to... are you really just giving all of this away?"

My former boss just shrugged. "That's right, Bobby. I mean, Landon. Get used to your new life, because I am not switching back."

Something about his calm tone of voice was making me start to panic. "My life sucks, why would you want mine? Look, I'm honored, sir, but I... I don't know the first thing about being you." I didn't know what the catch was, yes, but there was no way it was worth it. "This is-- no, we have to switch back. Switch us back!"

"Oh, God no," he said, pausing to stare at me as he started putting his clothes back on. "I'm Bobby Fischer, the stand-out intern who's about to get an offer for permanent employment. And when my bosses figure out that my work is high quality, as if I have decades of experience? Shit, I'll be climbing that ladder in no time. Sure, I'll have to start over at the gym, but that's nothing I can't handle.

"Meanwhile, you? C'mon, Landon, did you really think you could fuck all of the interns without HR noticing?" He started laughing at me as a wave of sickening nausea ran through my body. "You weren't getting away with it, they were just building a case against you. Shit-- your ass is grass. Gotta learn how to keep it in your pants, bro! You let the thrill of the chase get to your head, and now you're about to lose it all. They're gonna fire you, Landon. It's not an 'if', it's a 'when'."

I collapsed to the floor, trying to process everything that was happening to me. I finally got to mess around with my hot boss-- I got to become my hot boss-- only now I was stuck with his shitty life? I would be stuck dealing with his fallout while he gets to take my clean reputation and bail out without any consequences. Well, other than the consequence of trying to make something positive out of my own shitty life, I guess.

All I could do was watch as the new Bobby Fischer walked out of my new office, leaving me alone and half naked on the floor.

So, this is me now. Becoming my toxic alpha bro boss was... not something I would have planned, but hey-- it could be worse, right? Honestly, I'm still not sure which of us ended up with the short end of the stick. He's definitely got a higher ceiling for success-- but that's only if he can get promoted all of the way back up. I'm sure that would be a ton of money... but until then, he's only getting a junior salary, and he's stuck in my body to boot. Regaining the muscles he used to have takes time, and he's stuck with that baby face no matter what he does.

“Well thanks for the body, stud,” my own voice said, loud and cocky.

The thief stood tall in my skin, pulling my shirt off and rolling my broad shoulders back with a satisfied groan. He stretched luxuriously, arms raised high, then let his strong hands slide down my former chest, squeezing the thick, hairy pecs I’d spent years building. His fingers traced over my abs, clearly loving every ridge and cut.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, using my smooth, deep voice. “This feels even better than I imagined.”

Then he winked at me.

At me, a now pathetic, wheezing old man collapsed in the sand. I tried to stand, but this disgusting body fought me the entire way. My knees cracked. My massive gut spilled heavily over the waistband of stained swim trunks. Thick, liver-spotted hands sank into the sand as I struggled to push myself up. Every breath felt like fire in my weak lungs.

He laughed, using my laugh, and turned slightly, looking over his shoulder. With a filthy grin, he reached back and playfully jiggled my muscular ass through the shorts I’d been wearing. The firm cheeks bounced perfectly under his touch.

“Look at this thing,” he taunted, giving it another firm slap. “So tight and perky. Never had an ass this good before.”

Then his hand slid around to the front. He grabbed the growing bulge through my shorts, giving it a slow, shameless squeeze. His fingers wrapped around the thick outline of my stolen cock, stroking it once through the fabric as it hardened even more.

“Mmm… and this fat dick,” he groaned loudly, still palming it. “Heavy. Thick. Already leaking for me. I’m definitely putting this to good use.”

People nearby were openly staring now. A couple of guys smirked. Someone whistled. He ate up the attention, still groping my bulge while flexing my free arm.

“I’m gonna take real good care of this beefcake,” he announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll make sure this body gets used way better than you ever did.

He gave my ass one final, mocking slap, then strutted off down the beach like he owned the world. My broad back flexed with every confident step. My ass and bulge looked incredible in my shorts. Heads turned as he passed.