TFTricksterGod

why can’t i control my arms?? how are you controlling my body?? what the FUCK did you do!?!

bro i have shit to do. you can’t just sit in my room rubbing my abs all day.

“Hey, how’s the new shell?” Someone said behind Stuart. He felt a hand press against his new muscular arms and even give it a slight squeeze.

“Oh, hey man!” Stuart turned around to awkwardly greet his handsome colleague. “Yeah, it’s been great. No more back pain and I got so much energy left as the shifts are over.” He grinned, feeling his new attractive face move perfectly under his control.

“Damn Stuart. I can’t believe you decided to get a new body instead of a raise or promotion for all your hard work these years. Where’d you even find such a stud?” His colleague asked, clearly shocked to see his former colleague now in the visage of a very hot and muscular hunk.

“Haha, yeah. I was just as shocked as you when they told me I had the choice.” Stuart awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his head. His arm muscles bulging out by the movement. “As for this shell, they actually just randomly picked one of the trainers from the nearby gym.”

“Jeez, you lucky son of a bitch. To be going from your former self to now being this,” he gave his friend/colleague’s muscle a squeeze, clearly enjoying the thickness of it. “Right. Better get back to work… Let’s celebrate later, alright?”

“Sure thing!” Stuart said, his eyes beamed with hope and excitement. He watched his colleague wink at him before going back to whatever he was doing.

Turning back around, Stuart stared mischievously into the small framed mirror he had placed on his desk. He couldn’t help but grab his bulge through his pants and give it a slight squeeze, feeling some of his new shell’s juices ooze out into the briefs he wore. The truth was, he had specifically chosen this shell. Not only because he knew it would be exactly the type his male colleague would be very attracted to, but also because of years of lusting after it.

You see, after years and years of walking past the gym on his way to work, always stopping for a few minutes to stare inside and catch a glimpse of his current shell’s vigorous workout, he had finally decided to enter the gym and ask to be trained by the handsome trainer. He had hoped he could get a body just like him. Instead, he was shut down by the stud’s arrogant and judging demeanor, telling him he was too old and ugly to be trained. Depressed and hopeless, Stuart had spent the next two weeks wallowing in his own misery; of being ugly and single for the longest of time. But it was also during that period that he found out about his company’s “unusual” way of rewarding or compensating hard working employees. That’s when he had set his mind onto things and spent the rest of the year working himself down to the very bones. As they had called him in for the end-of-year meeting, Stuart knew he would finally get what he lusted and longed for; a body just like that stud’s. Well, in this case specifically that stud’s body.

He had watched on in glee as they had dragged the thrashing and raging man out of the gym. He had smiled victoriously as the stud’s fearful eyes rolled up and his very being got sucked out of his own birth body. And lastly, Stuart had smirked lustfully as he had woken up in his new ideal shell and checked himself out in the mirror. It didn’t take long before he tore his clothes off and began rubbing every inch of his thick and amazing new shell. And when he finally exploded all over himself and his new reflection, even giving some of his own juices a taste, he knew…

That all his hard work had finally paid off.

Push this button and you will transform into a different man. 

It could transform you into any age or race, but you will almost certainly be handsome, healthy, and muscular. 

Here’s the catch. After the transformation, you have to live in your new body for one week before you can push the button again. The button will glow when it’s ready. It only works when you push it. There’s a switch on the bottom that can prevent any accidental presses. 

Here’s another catch. The original you will cease to exist. 

From now until the end of time, you will be able to push the button and transform into a new man. You could push it every week and become someone new forever.

A different body. A different face. A different life. A different language. A different faith.

You could push it once, love who you become, and stay that way until a natural end. Or you could live entire lifetimes, changing bodies whenever you’re ready to begin again. 

Each transformation will change you slightly. Different instincts. Different desires. Different habits. Different languages. Different cultures and upbringings. After enough transformations, you may not remember who you originally were.

But pushing the button could do so much for you. It could make you into a blue-eyed hunk, a beefy himbo, or a cute jock. You’ll be handsome, muscular, maybe dumb or smart, a slob or pristine. But you will be a man. 

How long do you think you could resist before pressing it for a second time?

I saw from afar as Detective Carl Conan approached Vince, a low rank drug smuggler. We knew Vince very well… he was a guy that was a regular in the precinct. Still, he had a loose tongue, so it was pretty easy to get information about the bigger dogs.  I saw my friend talking with the smuggler. It seemed like a normal conversation. Honestly, we have done this so many times that I didn't think that I was needed for support. Really, Vince was not a dangerous guy.

However, the conversation quickly turned... bizarre. I saw that Vince pulled a weird amulet. It looked like a dream catcher. Then he collapsed to the ground. “Call an ambulance, I think he just has a drug overdose” Carl said to his walkie-talkie. I did so as my friend relaxed in a nearby car. He was clearly frustrated and very worried. But then a creepy smile appeared on his face. He started looking at his hands. He touched his face and chest in a weird way... It can only be described as extreme joy. Then he moved his hands under his pants and I saw as he stroked his dick. I should have said something. Is he getting aroused with the death of Vince. Absolutely not. Carl is not like that. Then, what the hell is happening?