Thefty-o

I've known that I was a Swapper since middle school, but I couldn't exactly use my power at all. Usually, people would have to agree to a swap for it to work- but I found a loophole. I found out that i could get them to pseudo agree if I agreed to do something on my end-- they didn't have to know about it.

"I'll do your homework" for 5 pounds of muscle.

So of course I made myself a target for the frats, and that didn't take much. All I had to do was offer to help out with homework once, the rest would funnel to me through word of mouth.

At 2 weeks I had gained 50 pounds of muscle, and nearly a foot in height. Seeing abs on my scrawny ass body for the first time was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable- like a god. If I wanted to I could just "trade" my services for a bigger amount- but I want it to be gradual. I want to feel my muscles pulse bigger with each guy. I want to see the frats losing life as they slowly become dweebs. It's more fun to drag out their torture.

You could tell the ones that would come to me more, Jackie– he would've killed me if i called him that a month ago- is now a 5'6" hyperfeminine twink. And boy can that boy take a dick.

Of course I'm the one who controls the transfer, so I started changing the way I stole. Some guys that were late to the party got lucky. I would let them keep their muscle, but I'd drain their dominance and an inch or so off their dick. This guy for example used to be an asshole, now he begs for my cock, just like the rest of my cumdumps.

I know that deep down they remembered their past selves. They remembered that they used to be taller, straight. -but that's the thing about us Swappers, once we've imprinted on you, there's no going back.

The days passed by and I admit, I got a little overzealous. Right now I'm 7 feet tall, 350 pounds of pure muscle, swinging around the biggest dick you've seen in your life. Most of the fags I drained just hangout around me now, I think they think of me as a god of some kind. A god that took away their suffering, giving them pleasure by fucking them with the dick i stole from them.

The Old Dog's New Trick

Sitting there gardening in the front yard of your house, you groan as you hear footsteps approaching. Nick was the hotshot young bodybuilder that was living a few doors down from your house, and to your annoyance, he loved to taunt you. Despite having no stable career and still living at home with his parents’, Nick’s ego had grown to incredible proportions as his body inflated with muscle. By the time he entered his first bodybuilding competition when he was 18, he believed that he was the king of the world. Being that you were an older man who clearly wasn’t as gifted in terms of muscles, he got off on taunting you in your weaker state. Approaching, the man was completely shirtless and wearing only a set of grey athletic shorts and a cocky wide grin.

Trying your best to ignore him, you continue to tend to your flowers while the shadow of his bulky frame above you blocks the heat of the afternoon sun. “How sad, an old man left with no friends but some ugly flowers…” he says, his hearty chuckle causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. “What do you want today Nick?” you ask, attempting to ignore his shady comments and get to the point of his visit. “Oh, nothing much. Just wanting to show off what a real man looks like to a wrinkling old fart like you!” he retorts, his voice dripping in pure unbridled cockiness. Despite your best intentions to ignore him and remain calm, he continues to taunt you and demand you turn to face him.

But as he moves his thick hand towards your shoulder, your body twists surprisingly fast as your older hand grasps around his wrist. Gasping in annoyance, the man attempts to pull away, but he suddenly finds himself unable to pull away. Looking up towards him, an annoyed look of disgust manifests on your face as you take in the bulky vision of the man. “You don’t deserve those muscles. You’re just a pathetic weak little man deep down…” you say, gritting your teeth as you feel pure rage coursing through your veins.

“Fuck you gramps, get your hands off of me!” he cries out, attempting to free himself from the iron-clad grasp you have on him. Looking down at your arm, Nick stares in disbelief as he watches your weathered skin begin to inflate with muscle as his quickly deflates in response. “Holy shit man, let me go! I’m sorry!” Nick cries out, but you’re refusing to loosen your grip. You wanted to teach him a lesson in the best way possible, so as he continued to freak out as his muscles dwindled and yours began to stretch the limits of your shirts, you knew that he was getting his just desserts.

With his arms becoming pencil-thin and his pectorals deflated until he’s completely flat-chested, you’re in complete awe as the inverse happens to you. Feeling your body fill up with such power and strength is incredibly alluring, which leaves you eager to continue the muscle drain. Staring at his exposed torso, you can’t help but grin devilishly at the man as his abs sink deep within his body and manifest onto your body instead. By this point, the man’s broad stance had been condensed inward, which only further showcased his flat torso and quickly-shrinking body. Still laying on the ground, you watched as your view of Nick grew closer as you grew taller and he shrank in height.

By the time the height had finished swapping between the two of you, the transformation had completed as your legs had exploded in muscle and replaced the former thick and flabby thighs you once had. Loosening your grip, you chuckled at the scrawny man who now looked quite strange while shirtless. “Looks like someone needs to respect their elders huh?” you said, a deep bellowing laugh intimidating the former bodybuilder to the point where he ran off crying back to his parents’ house.

Unfortunately for Nick, by the time he got home, reality had been partially warped to fit Nick’s new appearance. Instead of being an aspiring bodybuilder, Nick’s new life was that of a slacker. Having dropped out of college and moving back home, he was stuck in a dead-end job in retail that completely drained him of his joy. While Nick retained all of his memories about who he used to be, his parents had their memories altered to match their new reality. Instead of joy and encouragement about their son pursuing his passions, they now felt intense shame and disappointment in their failure of a child.

As Nick began to obsess over the older man who had stolen his muscles and rewritten his life, his family felt incredible disgust as they perceived the reason to be that their son had a daddy kink. Despite their best intentions to help sway him to find people of his own age bracket, they always found Nick going back to their older neighbor down the street. While they assumed that their child was being fucked by the buff older man, the reality of the situation was quite different.

Heading over to your house once a week, Nick couldn’t help but miss the muscles and life that were stolen from him. As a result, you made a deal with him that allowed him to come over and worship the muscles that were rightfully taken away from him. If he continued to do this, you vowed to give him back some of his muscles, but in reality you had no intention of ever doing this. To you, this was just another way of furthering his humiliation. Just a weak twig of a man appreciating the muscles of a real man, a man who had always deserved them...

“Thank you, kid! I will love having all these muscles” the old man said while flexing his new muscles that he stole from his grandson.

“No, you need to give them back to me” the young man wanted to cry, he can’t believe his grandpa stole everything he has been working so hard for.

The young man used to be a bodybuilder, one of the cockiest bodybuilders, he thought no one was on his level, he even called himself a god. Thanks to his grandfather, he learnt a lesson that he’ll never forget.

“I get it Joshy. You earned this sweat after training me so hard. Now cover up, you look like a whore.” Mike said condescendingly, throwing a noticeably smaller towel in Joshy’s direction. Mike grabbed what appeared to be a letter from his shorts as well. He tucked it into his towel as he led the way to the sauna.

Joshy quickly covered up his manhood, flipping his cock upward and tightly wrapping his towel around his midsection. Once his cock was put away Joshy realized just how small his towel was. His thick bubble butt stuck out obscenely, barely covered by the thin fabric.

“Don’t you think this towel is a little fruity?" Joshy asked.

“Fruity? What a funny word. Joshy. Tell me honestly. What did you think of me before this afternoon?” Mike asked.

“I thought you were a fag. At first I didn’t want to train you. I couldn’t stand fags, especially the girly ones, but you actually helped me realize all fags aren’t bad.” Joshy spoke.

“I thought it was something like that. Joshy, listen up. You changed me for the better. Now I’m going to return the favor. You love ‘fruity’ things. All things ‘fruity’ in fact.” Mike said with directness. Joshy instantly knew that to be true. Man did his client know him! “You especially love acting femme. You now talk with a lisp and mostly utilize your higher register. ” With that Joshy’s gait began to change as they walked towards the sauna doors, becoming wider, more languid, showing off his ass as he followed behind Mike’s gym pumped form. His lips pursed. He widened his eyes, making them appear more doe like.

Mike held open the large glass door to the sauna. Plumes of thick white steam poured forth.

“Thank you, thir.” Joshy lisped, his voice pitching higher. Mike smiled at that, feeling ever more the man.

The spa was exceptional. Atlas Gym sparing no expense on amenities. The walls were covered in aspen, several nooks and benches formed artfully designed areas for members to lounge and talk out plans. However, Mike had different ideas for these spaces. He led Joshy to a particularly secluded section of benches walled off by intricate wicker walls designed to look like birds nests, with woven private rooms and various levels of benches it was perfect for what Mike had in mind. Mike stopped here, removing his towel and letting his long cock splay out over his legs. Joshy opted to keep his towel on, sitting daintly down on the bench and crossing his legs.

“Joshy, you were just telling me how fruity you are.” Mike said smirking, loving how the man before him became completely changed in demeanor.

“Oh right.” Joshy chirped. “it’th tho weird, like, everyone thinkth I’m gay, but I’m as thstraight ath they come, girl!” Joshy giggled.

“Joshy…enough fooling. You’re gayer than a three dollar bill. You’re a walking, talking faggot, unable to concentrate when a real man’s package is visible. You’d do most anything to suck and get fucked by a big dick. Total size queen, you. Why do you think you love the smell of my sweat so much? You’re a fag slut Joshy, just accept it.” Mike snarled. His cock slowly rising like a flag pole as he uttered his latest command at Joshy.

“But I…no…the woman out front? I—I told you how I wanted to bang-“ Joshy sputtered, holding for dear life to his hetero-sexuality.

“Mikey you told me you loved her outfit. How you want to get more into cardio, because you’ve gotten too big.”

“I—You— you’re doing something to me. I gotta get out of here!” Joshy jumped up, his small towel falling to the floor as he swished and ran with his wrists bent. Mike lept up too, moving like lightning, his long legs carryong him faster to the door. Joshy collided straight into the tall jock’s hairy, sweaty chest. The man’s deep musk invading his nostrils.

The wheels began turning in Joshy’s mind as the stench began permeating through his senses. He gasped, realizing it was the smell rewriting his mind. Mike’s funk was controlling him. He covered his nose, breathing through his mouth. He tried with all his might to rub the sweat from his face. Mike only chuckled deeply as he lazily grabbed the back of Joshy’s head and shoved it into his other pit.

“So you figured it out, huh?” Mike said through a smile. “I have you to thank for it, Joshy. It wasn’t until we started training together that I realized the power of my musk. My whole life I never hit the gym, always too afraid to take the plunge. But when I began training with you—something changed, I started producing, what I can only think to call, pheromones…they don’t work on women, but for whatever reason men go crazy around my musk. They fall right in line. Right under my control.” Mikey smirked at the struggling hunk before him.

"I couldn’t believe it at first. I jokingly made commands to friends at work and they’d oddly fulfill them. Small things at first, buying me lunch on their dime and then bigger things like my asshole boss’ need to suck me off under my desk every day after giving me a 15% raise.”

Joshy continued breathing through his mouth, until Mike’s large hand covered it. The smaller, thick body builder held out as long as he could, his face turning red until…He gasped, he sputtered, he lost. Joshy’s hand pulled away from his nose for a deep breath. Mike’s pungent odor filled his nostrils with a burning funk.

“There, there Joshy. Just breath. Breathe deep, slut. Breathe deeper than you ever have before.” Joshy moaned and huffed and huffed and moaned into Mike’s armpit, tears streaming down his face as he succumbed to Mike’s pheromones.

“Mike this is wrong. You can’t just change people.” Joshy pleaded through his huffs and licks. “People have lives!”

“I know-I promise I know. But that’s why I need you. Once I transform you I’m going to use my musk on myself. I don’t want to become the power hungry twats I hated. I just need one guy to ground me and that has to be you. You’re the only one who can reshape me, Joshy. Please.

Joshy looked upon his client’s handsome, pained face. Seeing honesty in his eyes he nodded. He succumbed to Mike’s words.

“Now slut. Accept everything I just told you. Tell me what you are.” Joshy took in one final huff, filling his lungs with the potent mix.

"I’m totally a fag thslut for real men’th dick.” Joshy moaned in between huffing Mike’s sweaty pits. “I’m, like, totally obsethed with your thmelly pitsth, Mike. Fuck Daddy, can I thuck you off?” Joshy lisped, going weak at the knees as he pawed at Mike’s fat cock.

“In a minute Joshy. First tell me honestly about the blonde woman on the elyptical from earlier.”

“She ith like totally fierce!” Joshy responded in between huffs. “I’m jealous because I need to get on her cardio game. I’m, like, waaay too big right now.” Joshy sighed.

“Never fret Joshy. Let’s go back to our room and I can tell you some more fun things. We can even strategize next steps for your fitness game and then I need you to read this to me as I huff my own stink. It will ensure I never use this power on anyone ever again, unless it is deemed valid by you.” Mike said assuredly.

God he was so perfect, Joshy thought and nodded like bobble head as Mike led them back to their nested room. His large hand held Joshy’s smaller one. Joshy knew he was stronger than Mike, but he felt so small around the man.

Mike laid Joshy down on a tall wooden bench, designed as a massage table. Mike placed his now swishy trainer’s thick neck and head into a cushioned pillow for support. His face open to the floor below. Massage oil was conveniently located at the bench’s side.

Mike marvelled at the man before him. Just an hour ago Josh drilled Mike like a machine, relentlessly commanding his body through rigourous sets. Now Mike would return the favor to his sweet Joshy.

"Joshy I want you to completely relax for me. Accept what I say easily.” Mike languidly spelled out. The large bodybuilder sighed out contentedly, his eyes closing, his breathing deepening as he took more of Mike’s musk into his lungs. Mike coated his hands with oil and began to rub the pronated man before him, their sweat acting to further lubricate his strong motions.

“Joshy you are my boyfriend. I am the only man for you. You are my little fag slut, bottom of a trainer. Your cock never gets hard and the pleasure you receive centers from this fat ass.” Mike laid out plainly. beginning to work open Joshy’s soon to be loose hole.

“Oh fuck daddy.” Joshy moaned. “You feel thooo good.” Mike smirked down at the writhing man on his two fingers. He began pistoning in and out of his new boyfriend’s pussy, that girly lisp music to his ears.

"Over the next few months, Joshy, you will completely reshape your fitness program. I like twinks with fat asses and flaccid cocks. Your sole effort will be to shed this bulky muscle, except that of your legs and ass; There I need you to redouble your efforts. Grow big Joshy. Grow a fat, muscle ass for daddy with huge thighs and calves to match. A fat ass with a hyper sensitive pussy.” Mike said, his fingering increasing in speed, a third thick finger added to play Joshy’s boy button.

“Fuck. Feelth thoo good! Yeth daddy, fuck—but wait. My manager. The team. I’m thupothed to be sthrong.” Joshy moaned out as his pussy continued to open.

“I’ll take care of them…In fact I think it is time for you to move on from this company altogether. With you by my side we can start our own gym” Mike said thoughtfully. Without so much as a word, Mike pulled out his fingers from Joshy’s aching twat and continued to roughly massage his new boyfriend’s body. “I’m going to worship these big muscles for the last time they’ll ever be at this size. After today your diet and fitness goals change Joshy.”

Mike poured over Joshy’s thick thighs, kneading into his muscular ass with relentless precision. His strong hands found there way up his posterior chain and into his large, hairless mid back. Mike worshiped the man’s gorgeous shoulders, and crawled his hands down each thunderous arm. For Joshy’s part all he could do was moan femininely as his boyfriend worked his body over.

Joshy’s eyes were closed during most of the massage, but they flew open at the feeling of something wet and spongey at his lips. There under the open massage head rest stood at attention the most beautiful cock he had ever laid eyes on. Joshy moaned as he accepted it into his faggy, slut mouth. The cock quickly became too much for the new gay man. He choked and sputtered, his face glossed with tears and spit. Just when it felt it was too much Mike spoke.

“Joshy, relax. Fag slut’s like you don’t have a gag reflux.” Instantly Joshy accepted the thick cock down his throat. His sputters replaced with girly moans. Mike continued his assault on his boyfriend’s throat even as he reached his hands back to his muscular bubble butt. Joshy began to moan uncontrollably, his body overcome with a sense of fullness as his throat was filled with cock and Mike re-inserted his three fingers into his wet hole. Mike began to piston his cock in and out of his new boyfriend’s throat all while playing his boy button with expert precision. In that moment Joshy’s ass convulsed around Mike’s three fingers. He saw stars as his soft deflated cock began to uselessly puddle cum from his large balls. At the sight of his man’s orgasm, Mike unleashed a torrent of cum down Joshy’s throat, moaning deeply with each thrust.

The two separated from one another. Mike grabbed the aforementioned letter he had written for Joshy to read to him.

“Babe. I need you to read this to me. It will ensure I never become corrupted by my power. I will forever be devoted to you and our community. It’s all up to you now.” Mike smiled. He handed Joshy the letter, took a seat on the bench and began to huff his own musk in earnest. His pupils dilated, his jaw went slack, and Joshy began to read in his new girly voice.

… Six months later …

Joshy moaned loudly. Bouncing his fat ass up and down like a basketball on Mike’s thick, muscular body. His man’s huge, 9” rod disappearing up his sloppy hole with masterful skill, his now slender body covered in a sheen of sweat. The muscle he retained glistened on his hairless frame, his pecs bounced in time with each quivering landing he made. Joshy’s dick now permanently soft and leaking, slapping his man’s thick, jizz covered abdomen.

“God babe—fuck—just-like-that! Fuck!” Joshy squealed almost losing it as he rode his man’s dick. Mike, feeling himself getting closer, took control. Playtime was over. He grabbed his man’s fat ass and began thrusting upward, lifting his man like a human fleshlight, his huge hairy guns bulging with muscle as he pounded the eager bottom’s hole. Suddenly Mike stopped his thrusts, watching his man’s angelic, blissed out face as he bottomed out. He held him there, moaning uncontrollably in heat.

“Whose ass is this babe?” Mike smirked, keeping a firm grip on Joshy until he answered.

“Fuck! Yours!” He moaned and with that Mike again began hammering away.

“That’s-right-this-ass- is- MINE!” Mike grunted. His cock began to pulse, it wouldn’t be long now. With all the strength he now had, he easily rolled the lighter Joshy onto his back, his cock never leaving his man’s hole. Now in missionary he began pounding in earnest. Joshy reached up, tweaking Mike’s thick nipples as his hole was pummeled. Joshy’s own dick was left untouched, the fullness in his ass was all the pleasure he needed.

Mike hit a fever pitch. His thrusts becoming erratic, Joshy’s hole squelching as Mike pistoned in and out.

“Fuck Joshy. Fuck, you make daddy so happy fuck. FUCK! Gonna breed that slut hole babe. Fuckkk babe. TAKE IT!!” Mike screamed and babbled incoherently. Pulse after pulse of cum erupted from Mike’s dick. His huge body giving Josh its full 250 lbs of weight while Mikey’s lean 160 lbs took it like a champ!

“Daddy fuck!!! You’re so fucking big!! Fuck me daddy. Fuck my HOLE fuckkkk meeeeee!!” Joshy squealed, his 3” flaccid cock gushed forth as his hole quivered around Mike’s shaft until it finally clenched down, not wanting the fireworks to end.

Mike left his still hard cock in Joshy’s thick ass, as the two lovers panted and gently kissed. Mike slipped onto Joshy’s side, cradling the smaller man in his huge arms. They spooned as his cock continued to spontaneously convulse in his man’s hole.

Life was bliss for the gym owning power couple. Pretty soon after Joshy’s initial changes began, Mike’s own changes took effect. Mike purchased a local failing gym in the gayborhood and became its CEO. He made careful hypnosis files for himself to let Joshy mold him into the perfect Dom Daddy. As he sniffed his own musk and heard his voice, the changes were sealed and day by day he became the monster Daddy he was today. They both promised themselves to love and honor the other. Not only did they come to honor one another, they became the conssumate daddies of the gayborhood.

The couple gave back to the community, fostering change and Mike made good on his word. Joshy was his guiding light…everywhere except the bedroom and neither would have it any other way.

Fuck "big" bro this cock is so thick now. Took you and your football team's testosterone and now all I can think about is fucking. And lets just say that some of your ex jock friends make cute femboys, i've fucked all their brains out so they don't ever remember a world outside being a short little twink. You miss being tall? Dominant? Lets change that, spin around, let me take the last of your masculinity- not like you ever deserved it.

Nate had to raise money for the chess club but had no idea how. His jock roommate told himself to do a "sexy" carwash. Promising to help him out and be eyecandy. Hesitant at first, he caved not knowing what to do. On the day of the carwash his roommate dipped out, leaving his scrawny ass to wash cars alone. Suprisingly a lot of people seemed to want to have their cars washed by him, professors, sorority chicks, even other frat bros. However, he didn't realize that he grew with each swipe of the sponge. Everytime the soapy suds popped he'd inch taller, abs carving themselves into his once flat stomach. Soon enough he raised over 500 dollars. Finishing up the day he saw a car that looked familar. His roommate's. "Sup bro, told you you could do it yourself" he said, he smiled, of course he could. Everyone wanted a piece of his 7 foot ass, including his roommate. He watched as his roommate hungrily trailed his eyes down Nate's cobblestone abs. Leaning into the window Nate kissed him. "Meet you at the dorm, k?" Nate said, his voice commanding, deep. His roommate blushed, nodding as he drove away.