Big Man Trey Here

Warning: I guess some slight body horror but other than that no AI in writting so if I make a mistake plz dont look too much into it.

The life of an office worker was not the most eventful thing in life, Dave knew that as much. Even his name seemed to confirm it—Dave, short, plain, and painfully ordinary, the sort of name that belonged to a hundred middle-aged men in identical shirts sitting beneath identical fluorescent lights. It was safe, familiar, and insignificant, much like the life he had been pushed into. Still, being an engineer was not all bad. His days were steady, filled with difficult problems that eventually gave way to patience and logic, and there was a quiet satisfaction in watching something he had designed finally work. The pay was decent, his colleagues were kind, and his family was supportive - well mostly since he came out as Bi, they still held on to the hope he would swing “the right way”. 

Yet already in his forties, and when he looked at himself honestly, he could not help feeling that life had passed him by. He was not particularly handsome, with thinning hair, tired eyes, and a face made dull by years beneath fluorescent office lights. He was still single, lived alone, and had little waiting for him at home beyond reheated dinners and the low murmur of the television. Sometimes, he would notice the younger men passing through the office or laughing together outside—confident, sharply dressed, and effortlessly handsome—and feel a quiet ache of envy. Looking at them, Dave often wondered whether he might once have become someone like that, had he not been pushed so early into a safe and ordinary life chosen more by expectation than desire. He did not hate what he had, but he could not stop mourning the person he might have been. Whenever he looked through the window at the city moving beyond the glass, he felt that his real life was happening somewhere just out of reach. Dave wanted more—a little adventure, a stronger sense of confidence, and perhaps a chance for a prettier view..

And then, at last, the prettier view arrived.

Her name was Sadaki, and Dave noticed her the moment she entered the office. She was strikingly beautiful, polished and graceful enough to draw attention without asking for it. Unfortunately, beauty was almost all there was to her. She was vain, dismissive, and casually cruel, ignoring Dave unless she needed something from him and speaking to him as though even that brief attention were a favor.

Though she joined the company as an intern, Sadaki climbed into junior management with suspicious speed. The reason was obvious. She had quickly attached herself to the company’s newest rising star: Hernando Saionji, the CEO’s son, recently returned from studying overseas. He was young, broad-shouldered, sharp-featured, and effortlessly handsome, but beauty was almost all there was to him as well. Like Sadaki, he was arrogant, shallow, and cold, treating anyone beneath him as though they were hardly worth noticing.

Sadaki followed Hernando everywhere, laughing at his jokes, praising his ideas, and making herself impossible for him to overlook. He accepted her admiration as naturally as he accepted every other advantage in his life. Together, they made a beautiful pair, and beauty seemed to be the only worthwhile thing either of them possessed. Watching them, Dave felt the old bitterness return. Some people were born with the right face and the right connections, while others spent their lives working for people who would never bother to remember their names.

So Dave began to wonder: if beauty truly was only skin-deep, and if the right appearance was all a person needed to move through life with ease, then what would happen if he could wear Hernando’s skin? He imagined it like slipping into a cold, wet skinsuit—first sliding his hands and feet into it, then slowly pulling the smooth, elastic body over his own until every inch clung tightly around him. The handsome face would come last, hanging loose and empty before he stretched it over his head, drawing Hernando’s sharp features across his own and aligning the eyes and mouth until the disguise settled perfectly into place. Would people finally look at Dave instead of through him? Would doors open, voices soften, and admiration come without effort? The thought was absurd, impossible—and yet once the idea entered his mind, he could not force it out.

So..

A dark reckoning began to take shape in Dave’s mind. This was not some story from one of those strange sites he visited late at night—there would be no enchanted needle to hollow him out, no magical dagger that conveniently opened a seam along Hernando’s back. No miracle would simply hand him another man’s life. 

This would require planning, patience, and calculation..

If Dave truly meant to become Hernando Saionji, then wearing his face would never be enough. He would have to study the way Hernando walked, the way he spoke, the careless tilt of his smile, the names he remembered and the people he ignored. Every habit, every secret, every private detail would have to become Dave’s as well. The disguise could not merely look flawless from the outside; it had to survive every glance, every conversation, every moment when someone expected Hernando to be standing before them. Dave would need to become him completely—inside and out.

For two years, Dave stayed close to Hernando and learned from him in silence. He swallowed every insult, smiled when he wanted to sneer, and let Hernando mistake obedience for devotion. He studied the effortless charm that made people lean toward him—the warm flash of his smile, the lazy confidence in his voice, and the way he always left the top two buttons of his dark shirts undone, the fabric pulling tight across his broad chest as though barely resisting the strain. Dave memorized the rhythm of his laugh, the way he entered a room as though it already belonged to him, and every small, practiced gesture that turned beauty into influence. Hernando never noticed that Dave was not merely admiring him. Piece by piece, he was learning how to wear everything that made Hernando irresistibly charming.

Then the time to reap his reward finally came..

Hernando was attending another of those glittering parties held high above the city, surrounded by champagne, tailored suits, and people who laughed too eagerly whenever he spoke. Dave moved among them disguised as one of the serving staff, his posture lowered and his expression arranged into the blank politeness expected of someone meant to remain invisible. After two years of watching Hernando, slipping unnoticed into the background had become second nature.

“Another drink, sir?” Dave asked, offering him the tray.

Hernando took a glass without properly looking at him. “Obviously. And make sure it’s cold this time.”

“Of course, Mr. Saionji.”

Dave watched him drink before disappearing into the crowd. It was not long before Hernando’s easy smile began to slip. His fingers tightened around the edge of a table, and he blinked repeatedly as the lights above him blurred.

“What the hell was in that?” he muttered.

Dave appeared beside him just as his balance failed.

“You look unwell, sir. There’s somewhere private upstairs.”

“Get your hands off me.”

Hernando tried to shove him away, but there was little strength behind it. Dave caught him beneath the arm and guided him toward the private elevator, calmly explaining to anyone who noticed that the CEO’s son had simply drunk too much. No one questioned him. Men like Hernando were always being carried, protected, and quietly excused.

Dave took him to one of the penthouse rooms above the party and lowered him onto the bed. By then, Hernando was drenched in sweat. His breathing came in short, uneven bursts, and an unnatural heat had spread through his body as though he were burning from somewhere deep inside. The fine clothes clung to his skin, outlining the powerful frame beneath them. 

Then Hernando finally opened his eyes, confusion lasted only until he recognized the man standing over him.

“You?” he rasped, struggling to rise before another wave of heat forced him back down. “What did you do to me?”

Dave remained silent.

Hernando’s face twisted with disgust. “You disgusting faggot. Do you have any idea who I am? You’re finished!”

Dave sighed, almost as though the insult had merely confirmed what he already knew about him. Then a slow smile appeared on his face.

“Well,” he said, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“The solution in your drink was designed to loosen the skin from your form,” Dave continued, his voice unnervingly calm.

Hernando watched in horror as Dave reached beneath the waiter’s coat and drew out a knife, turning it casually in his hand until the blade caught the light.

“And this,” Dave said, watching the fear finally enter Hernando’s eyes, “is for the separation.”

…

Whatever horror followed was lost beneath the music below. Hernando’s screams rose only briefly before the party swallowed them whole—buried beneath laughter, bass, and the clinking of champagne glasses. By the time the last guests began to leave, Dave had already cleaned the penthouse with methodical care, wiping away every trace that anything had happened there. Only the bathroom remained untouched. In the center of the vast marble room, the king-sized tub had been filled with a pale, chemical solution. Floating within it was the translucent shape that had once belonged to Hernando, emptied and strangely delicate, its handsome features drifting just beneath the surface. The liquid slowly thickened around it, preserving every curve and detail as it solidified. Dave stood beside the tub in silence, watching the skin become firm enough to wear.

Dave undressed and stood before the bathroom mirror. Under the harsh white light, every disappointment seemed sharper: thinning hair, tired eyes, sloping shoulders, a soft middle, and pale skin marked by age and years spent beneath office lights. His body looked small and ordinary, worn down by a life that had demanded everything from him while offering little in return. His gaze travelled downward, lingering on the intimate imperfections - his small dark manhood he had always tried not to think about, before shifting toward the bath. Hernando’s translucent skin floated beneath the thickening solution, broad shoulders and sculpted proportions preserved with almost insulting perfection. Even emptied, it appeared younger, stronger, and more complete than Dave had ever felt. Every detail remained intact, waiting to be inhabited. Dave looked between his reflection and the shape in the tub, then smiled faintly. Soon, he would never have to see the man in the mirror again.

Dave lifted the preserved skin from the bath. It hung from his hands like a translucent imitation of a man, cold and heavy with solution, its features slack except for the mouth, which gaped far wider than any human mouth should. There was no seam along the back, no convenient opening hidden beneath the hair. Hernando’s mouth was the only entrance. Dave placed both hands between the soft lips and pulled. The jaw stretched soundlessly, widening until the handsome face became a grotesque ring of skin and teethless darkness. He pushed one foot through, then the other, forcing his legs down into the hollow body. The material clung to him at once, slick and resistant, as though it resented being filled by someone so different from the shape it remembered.

The sight in the mirror was unbearable. Dave’s thick, aging body writhed beneath Hernando’s flawless exterior, creating a distorted parody of both men. His stomach bulged beneath the narrow waist; his knees bent in the wrong places inside the longer legs; sculpted muscles twisted and swelled as he searched for their proper spaces. Hernando’s empty arms flailed while Dave struggled to reach the waiting hands, and the beautiful face stretched around his waist like some monstrous collar.

He kept pushing. His torso disappeared through the distended mouth, forcing Hernando’s face wider until the cheeks and jaw lost all recognizable shape. For several moments, it looked as though the perfect young man had swallowed something too large and was choking upon it, his body bucking and rippling around the heavier figure trapped inside. Then Dave found the arms. He drove his hands through the narrow sleeves until his fingers filled Hernando’s, and the warped shoulders snapped gradually into place. The borrowed skin tightened around him, compressing his softer shape and drawing it into the proportions it had once possessed. The swollen abdomen flattened. The uneven limbs lengthened. Smooth muscle re-formed over the body as each distortion vanished beneath the settling surface.

Only the head remained.

Dave pushed upward through the throat until his skull entered the hollow face. Hernando’s mouth stretched over his chin, then slid downward into position as Dave pressed his nose and eyes against their waiting places. The loose features shifted over him, first grotesque and crooked, then slowly aligning. The lips contracted around his own. The jaw regained its sharp shape. Dark hair settled across his scalp as the last traces of translucence faded.

Dave stood motionless before the mirror while the surface finished tightening.

A moment earlier, it had resembled a malformed creature struggling beneath a beautiful man’s skin.

Now there was no sign of Dave at all.

Hernando Saionji stared back at him.

He trailed his hands over his newly acquired body, tracing line and vein over the flawless skin that is now his. Drowning in the bliss and pleasure, Dave trailed his hands downward to his stolen cock, his breathing fastened, … and all came to a complete stop. Instead of getting to hold his new fresh pale clean meat, he was rewarded with an unworn empty sack. Confusion washed over him until he noticed..

Beneath the smooth skin of Hernando’s abdomen, instead of perfectly defined muscle, an unnatural ridge pressed upward, trapped awkwardly between his old body and the new shape surrounding it. looked warped there, twitching faintly as the borrowed skin struggled to draw everything into its proper place. Dave pressed his index finger on the tip of the stretching shaft and a violent shock tore through him, buckling his knees and sending him crashing against the counter. His borrowed body convulsed, every muscle tightening at once as heat surged beneath the skin like fire.

The fever climbed rapidly. Hernando’s skin rippled over him, tightening in some places and peeling away in others, as though it had finally recognized the stranger trapped inside. Dark veins briefly surfaced across the flawless chest before vanishing again. Dave clawed at the marble, struggling to remain upright while the face in the mirror twisted between his own features and Hernando’s.

The skin was rejecting him.

Carefully, Dave dragged himself out of the bathroom and onto a couch, getting himself into his most comfortable position when he needed to pleasure himself. In a haze, with hands oiled with his sweat, he pushed his own thick cock under the skin towards the empty hollowed cock. A condom, Dave thought, was what it looked like without anything to fill it, so it should act the same way. So he pushed hard, as his old cock slid behind the surface of the skin, till it plopped itself behind the hole. As Dave traced the skin of the hollow shaft from Hernando’s cock over his own, he realized with horror that even though the cock sleeve was at its end, the old cock had not even finished going in yet. With nothing else he could do, Dave let go of his hand and surrendered to fate. 

The more his own cock slid in, it gave him an equal part and pain and pleasure: Hernando’s shaft rose above its own size, and the skin stretched thin to its limit, till it thinned out and he could see his old cock silhouette, twitching and squirming underneath. Dark and horrible fantasy plundered his own mind. 

“Oh hahhhhh, please, my body was invaded by Dave and my skin was being worn by him. Now my skin and seeds are all his..!” Hernando’s voice squealed and moaned echoed across the room. 

There was pain and pleasure, then there came darkness and bliss. The cock sleeve and his own warped itself and bonded as one, and as his tips finally lined up in sync with Hernando’s, he could feel a twitching wave crashing from the back of his mind, ripped through his whole being and flushed out through his cock. Mouth- opening, breath-heaving, hand-gripping tightly onto the couch, the fluid came out unnaturally dense, stretching in pale, sticky strands that clung to the skin instead of running, as though it had already begun to set.

Under the bliss and sound of this bustling city, a new life was born, not from love, but from ambition and twisted fascination. 

“Hernando, Hernando, Hernando,..” Dave chanted his name, as though it was a spell, bounding his soul to this husk till the end of day. As he traced skin and drew marks across the sweat, cum and blood, Dave scooped up a little residue left on his foreskin and brought it to his lips. It was bitter at first then changed over the new taste of mildly salty and wood, as though the life of an underappreciated engineer is slipping away and replaced by royalty and lavish lifestyle. “I will take good care of your life, Hernando. I will wear your skin, smile your smile, command the attention and no one will know!” 

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Afterward, “Hernando” showered, cleaned away the last traces of the night, and stretched out naked on the couch with a cold beer in hand. The air-conditioning cooled the fever still lingering beneath his skin, and in the dark reflection of the penthouse windows, he looked exactly as Hernando should have looked—young, powerful, and perfectly at home.

The doorbell rang.

“Hernando?” Sadaki called from the hallway. “Are you in there?”

Before he could answer, the lock turned and she hurried inside, still dressed from the party.

“There you are,” she said, relief softening her face. “You disappeared without saying anything. I’ve been calling you all night.”

She rushed over and knelt beside him, pressing a hand to his forehead.

“God, you’re still burning up. What happened?”

“Hernando” took a slow drink and looked down at her with quiet disgust. This woman never cared about me this much in my old life, he thought. She barely noticed I existed. Now she was staring at him as though his slightest discomfort mattered more than anything else.

Sadaki hesitated beside the couch, still studying him with concern.

“I saw that older engineer near you earlier,” she said. “Dave. It looked like he handed you something. I thought he might have done something, and then you disappeared. I was worried sick.”

“Hernando” smiled faintly. So she had noticed Dave after all—only when he stood close enough to threaten someone she actually valued.

“Dave is gone,” he said calmly. “You won’t have to worry about him again.”

Something in his tone made Sadaki pause, but he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“You were worried about me?” he asked.

“Of course I was.”

“And if I asked you to do something for me,” he continued, his smile sharpening, “you would do it, wouldn’t you?”

Sadaki beamed, then nodded.

“Hernando” leaned back against the couch, satisfied. For years she had treated Dave as though he were beneath notice. Now, wearing a handsome face, he barely had to ask before she offered him everything. 

Sadaki stayed, and the night blurred into heat, tangled sheets, and breathless movement. “Hernando” held her close, but his attention kept drifting away from her and back toward himself. Each time her fingers dug too firmly into his back, the not-yet-settled skin shifted beneath them, pulling strangely across his shoulders and tugging at the edges of his face. He would pause, press his features back into place, and smile as though nothing had happened.

Sadaki seemed too overwhelmed to notice.

In the mirror beyond the bed, “Hernando” watched the borrowed body move—broad shoulders flexing, chest tightening, dark hair falling across that perfect face. As he planted a hand on top of his head and pulled the scalp backward as though adjusting a loose hood. The motion stretched his forehead smooth, drew the cheeks tight, and briefly widened the eyes into an unnatural stare and for a brief moment, he was Dave again. He held it there until the face settled properly over the shape beneath, then released it with a faint, wet snap and “Hernando” returned, pristine as ever. All the while running his hands possessively across the broad chest and sharp jaw, occasionally tugging the face loose simply to watch it distort before smoothing it back into perfection. 

She believed his attention was fixed on her. In truth, he was barely aware she was there.

With the stamina of a stallion, “Hernando” went for quite a few rounds till he finally released his seeds inside Sadaki’s hungry hole. As he pulled his cock shaft out, he noticed that what remained carried the same unnatural thickness as the bonding compound from earlier—pale, heavy, and slow to separate, as though something of both men had been fused together within it. The thought of invading a noble bloodline brought him so much satisfaction that he ever thought it would. 

Sadaki curled contentedly against his chest, tracing one finger across the smooth skin she believed she knew.

“Maybe this could finally become something real,” she murmured. “You and me. A future.”

“Hernando” wrapped an arm around her and smiled into the darkness. Beneath his palm, the borrowed chest rose and fell with perfect calm.

“Oh, you’ll have a future with me,” he whispered too softly for her to hear. “Just not the one you imagined.” 

Sadaki soon fell asleep against him, trusting and content, while “Hernando” remained awake. He listened to her breathing and studied his reflection in the dark window. The face looking back was calm, handsome, and still faintly unreal—yet with every passing minute, it felt more like his own.

He touched the corner of his mouth, remembering how he had forced his entire body through that impossible opening. There had never been a seam to close. Hernando’s lips had simply contracted around his own once he was fully inside, restoring the sharp jaw and flawless face as though nothing had entered it at all. “Hernando” hooked a finger to his cheek and pulled experimentally. The skin stretched farther than it should have, briefly revealing the older shape hidden beneath, before snapping back into perfect alignment.

Better than before.

The fever was gone. The borrowed skin had stopped shifting, and even Hernando’s scent now seemed to rise naturally from him.

Sadaki stirred against his chest.

For the first time since the fever broke, “Hernando” felt cold. A thin line of sweat gathered at his temple as he looked down at her, searching her face for suspicion. Had his voice slipped? Had she noticed the way his skin moved, or how often he had stared at himself instead of her?

“Different how?” he asked, forcing Hernando’s usual lazy confidence into the words.

Sadaki opened her eyes just enough to smile. “Less distant. Like you finally know what you want.”

He held her gaze for another second before letting himself breathe again.

“Maybe I do,” he said softly.

She settled back against him, unaware of how tightly his hand had closed around the beer bottle.

By dawn, “Hernando” had made his decision. He would burn every bridge leading back to that tired engineer and settle completely into this new life—the penthouse, the company, the attention, the face people trusted before he even opened his mouth.

Yet he had not forgotten the older men from his department, the ones who had spent years being ignored just as he had. Perhaps, once his own position was secure, he could offer a few of them the same kind of rebirth: younger faces, stronger bodies, and a place among the beautiful people who had once looked through them. A new circle could be built inside the old one, populated by familiar minds hidden beneath flawless appearances.

“You better search for a new body quickly dude, I heard that sperm can’t live longer than 10 minutes,” the impostor said to me

This unknown impostor somehow forced himself to my body and then he pushed me out from my body by jacking my dick off. I of course will never expect that I’ll be turned into a freaking liquid alongside with my own cum. I don’t even know how to move as this sticky cum that previously owned by me somehow bind my liquid form so I can’t move quickly

“Hurry up, there’s a lot of decent host here. You’re one of the decent host,” he said, smirking to me while he flexed the body that used to be mine

This was published on Patreon back in September! There are still several publicly unavailable stories on there - plus illustrations of my OCs, progress pics, and more. Two more likely coming this month!

Thank you to Yachirobi for the plot suggestion, and to Trav Ramsey for pushing me through a writing plateau.

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It was an off year. That’s what Kyle Jackson called them: off years. Those were the years when his family moved to a new place and he didn’t know anybody again. When your dad was in the military, it was just a part of life. Every two years, a new house. There were a few boxes in the basement that hadn’t been unpacked since Kyle was a kid; they just got chucked back into the moving van, untouched, and schlepped to the next place. Their sides were a running log of all the family addresses.

The good news was that it had been decided that there would be no more moves for Kyle. When his dad relocated in another two years, Kyle and his mom would stay behind so Kyle could graduate from the school he was now attending. The bad news was that the latest move plopped Kyle into a new town on the eve of his 16th birthday. Which was why, instead of a house full of friends, there was a house full of random adults who knew one or both of Kyle’s parents. It was summertime and he hadn’t met many kids his own age yet. There was one attendee, Ben, who was close to his own age, but they’d only hung out twice and Ben was just 13. Kyle didn’t sense that they had much in common aside from living next door to each other.

Ben was probably there for the cake, anyway, Kyle reasoned. Cake and presents were the saving graces of the day, motivating Kyle to push through all the awkward interactions. Since his parents were new to the area too, no one at the party knew each other that well. The guests were mostly new colleagues or neighbors, and Kyle resented having to make small talk at his own birthday party. It was par for the course for a military brat, but he was over it. He kept retreating to the first floor bathroom for fifteen minute stretches just to be on his phone and have a breather before going back out and meeting someone else or forcing more interaction with Ben.

He was sitting on the toilet - seat closed, pants on - when someone tried the handle. Kyle was mid-game and didn’t get up, but two minutes later there was a knock, so he stood with a sigh before remembering to flush the toilet and turn on the sink so that whoever was in the hall would believe he was really using the bathroom. After what seemed like a convincing amount of time, he opened the door.

“Well, you must be the birthday boy,” said an old man standing in the hall. He was about Kyle’s height, but bald and paunchy in contrast to Kyle’s thick auburn hair and slim build. “I’m Frank Simmons, I live down the street.”

“Hey, uh, yeah. Sorry to make you wait.” Kyle realized he should introduce himself, so he added “I’m Kyle” onto the end.

“Oh no no, I didn’t mean to rush you, I just wasn’t sure if the door was sticking. Not as strong as I used to be.”

“Right,” Kyle nodded, unsure what to say. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Frank smiled and shut the door, and Kyle wandered back into the party. He hadn’t gotten a chance to go to many teen parties, but he knew they weren’t like this. Teenage parties probably had more junk food, for one, and loud music, and people kissing. That sounded like fun. Kyle hadn’t had a real kiss before. And he certainly wasn’t going to get one here, which was just a bunch of adults sitting around talking in polite voices. What a snooze. He wished something eventful would happen. Or that at least he could be surrounded by people his own age for once.

Maybe he ought to find Ben, he mused. The kid wasn’t much fun, but Kyle was growing a little bit desperate for something to take his mind off how shitty this all was. Thankfully, Ben leaned out of the archway to the living room just then. Looking around, his eyes lit up upon seeing Kyle and he was at the older teen’s side in an instant. With his phone brandished in one hand, he began to speak in a conspiratorial, yet undeniably excited undertone.

“Hey! Hey, Kyle, wanna see something amazing!?” he asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

Kyle gave him a wan grin and nodded. “Yeah, sure. Whatcha got?”

“This!” Ben declared, shoving his phone into Kyle’s face. Kyle recoiled from the ungodly bright screen with a low “agh!” He wondered how Ben had gotten high-beams installed on his Samsung Galaxy. Ben bit out a startled apology, pulling the phone back.

“S’fine, s’fine…” Kyle muttered, rubbing his eyes and blinking away spots. His eyes focused on the screen again and he arched a brow in confusion. “Uh, what am I looking at?”

“It’s the new Fortnite dance!” Ben explained.

On the screen, some comic book character Kyle faintly recognized but didn’t know by name was waving his arms in the air and then doing the Monkey before twirling into finger guns.

“Um...cool.” Kyle looked at the screen a bit more before shrugging. “That’s not my thing.”

Ben looked crestfallen. “Oh.” He tucked the phone back in his pocket. “Well you haven’t really talked to me at all, so I dunno what you like.”

Kyle bristled at this exaggeration, but before he could answer, Ben turned and walked briskly away. His face was tucked into his elbow, and he almost ran into Frank as he rounded the corner. The old man let out a good-natured “whoa there, kiddo!” that went ignored as Ben charged past him and into the bathroom. Kyle winced as the door slammed.

Frank looked down the hall, then back to Kyle, his brows knitted together. Kyle could already tell that his neighbor knew all too well the gist of what had just gone down. The birthday boy’s shoulders slumped a bit and he knew he was probably red-faced.

“We, uh, had a little misunderstanding or something…” Kyle offered lamely. His hand was rubbing the back of his neck and he was focused on the lilac-colored throw rug beneath his feet.

“Always apologize if it’s your fault,” Frank intoned, then moved past Kyle into the living room.

Slumping back against the wall, Kyle let his head loll a bit. As it went to the right, he met the gaze of a man with a telltale high-and-tight haircut. Stifling a yelp, he was instantly upright, his spine ramrod straight. “Sorry, sir,” he said. “I know better than to lean against the walls.”

“I’m sure you do,” said the soldier with a chuckle. “But I’ll let it slide. You only turn sixteen once.”

Kyle’s posture slackened in relief.

“Alright, everybody!” his mother’s voice trilled from the dining room. “It’s time for cake!”

That, at least, was a welcome distraction. Kyle’s face lit up and he all but ran towards the seat at the head of the table. Usually that was reserved for his father, but today Kyle was allowed pride of place. A large sheet cake with white icing was being placed there, with ‘Happy Birthday’ piped across the top in bright blue - Kyle’s favorite color. The adults all made polite comments that mostly flowed over Kyle, who heard them but didn’t listen. Ben had emerged from the bathroom and sat awkwardly close to Kyle, but Kyle didn’t speak to him yet, opting to fill him up with sugar before apologizing.

But something wasn’t right. Staring Kyle right in the face were two big wax candles in the shape of numbers, a “1” and a “6.” That was fine. What wasn’t was that they were in the wrong order, wishing Kyle a happy 61st birthday.

Sorry for making people wait so long for another story. Needing to work some long hours which really makes it tough to write. Hopefully this one's worth the wait :)

Andre was pissed. He had been out on the town and a smoking hot Russian chick named Sofia had approached him in a bar. Sofina had the type of small, slender, supple physique that drove Andre wild as she pressed herself against his muscular frame caressing his huge pecs. Her hands drifted south, feeling the defined ridges of his abs before drifting lower still. Her eyes bulged as her hand gently brushed his sizable cock, the imprint of his boner clearly visible through his pants. 

There he is, the fat piece of shit. Hiding in the locker room thinking I wouldn’t find him. It’s probably the place he felt the safest, but not anymore. This is my domain now. I wonder how his first day was being an ugly fat tub of lard? Trying to explain to his friends and family how 70 pounds of his hard-earned muscle turned to fat overnight. Trying in vain to convince his cheerleader girlfriend that he could work it off by summer and be back the hot, fit jock that he used to be. I’d like to see him try. I tried for years to get rid of that fat and build muscle, but my genetics worked against me. My old genetics that is. And besides, losing a bit of fat won’t fix that soft jawline and those sunken cheekbones.

Dimitri had probably one of the strongest powers in his school, but he decided to play the long game. He faked in front of the instruction of the Super School that he could only phase through walls, but the truth is that he had ghost powers. He could float, become intangible, and of course possess people. Dimitri hide this from the school staff because he had no desire into becoming a superhero, he just wanted a nice body to start a life with. So there he was, punished for fighting with Alexei, the school main bully.

The two of them have been sentenced to cleaning the gym, which was perfect for Dimitri. Alexei was an arrogant stupid jock, but his body was chiseled like a Greek statue. It makes sense that his powers were super-strength and super-speed, he was built for it. Of course, they were forbidden from using their powers to clean faster. One of the teachers watched over them, Mr. Chuvstva. But Dimitri had a plan.

While Chuvstva was looking away, Dimitri became invisible. 

“Hey! Sir, that shithead has run away!” shouted Alexei.

The teacher squinted. “My third eye can’t see him, he must be somewhere else in the school. Wait for me, I’m coming back.”

Mr. Chuvstva sprinted out of the room while Alexei cursed.

“That faggot! I knew he would use his powers!”

“Who you callin’ a faggot?” Dimitri’s voice echoed. “Aren’t you the guy who sucked off his teammates?”

“How you know that?!” questioned the jock.

Dimitri appeared in front of the blonde young man.

“Wassup Alexei?” He grinned. “You see, I can phase through surfaces, but I can also phase inside people, and you’re gonna be my next victim!”

The jock used his super speed to race to the other side of the gym and grab a metal rod. 

“Not if I beat your ass first!” taunted Alexei.

“Wanna play?” Dimitri disappeared.

Alexei rushed all over the place until he lost his breath.

“Where…” He gasped. “Is that motherfucker?”

“Peek-a-boo.”

Dimitri materialized behind the jock and lunged from behind. His smaller frame slipped into Alexei’s beefier physique.

“Aaargh!” groaned Alexei as he dropped the rod. “G-GET OUT!”

The blonde young man thrashed around and grunted. His whole body vibrated as Dimitri’s ghost convulsed out of his body.

“What’s happening?!” wondered Dimitri.

“I got super speed, dipshit!” replied Alexei. “I can vibrate my body to phase too!”

The two young men struggled and wrestled for the control of the jock’s body. All of a sudden, the Mr. Chuvstva came back.

“The hell’s going on?” asked the teacher.

Alexei winced. “HELP ME SIR! Dimitri is- UUng! He’s trying to possess my body!”

“Don’t snitch!” yelled Dimitri.

Mr. Chuvstva removed his glasses. “I see. Let me help you.”

The teacher charged at Dimitri and merged with his ghost form. Then, the two pushed deeper into Alexei.

“NNNG! W-what are you doing?!?”

“I can possess ghosts!” declared the possessed Dimitri. “Now taking over your body should be easier!”

Alexei ground his teeth. “NO! YOU CAN’T! UUUNGGGG!!!”

The jock arched his back and screamed. Then, he shushed and he drooped his shoulders. He took a long breath and cracked his neck.

“Hmm, it feels good to be young again.” Alexei opened his eyes. “And that husky voice.” He looked down at his chest. “These muscles! Make me wish to workout instead of reading occult books.”

The possessed Alexei caressed his pecs and abs. Then, he flexed his left arm and smirked at the sight of his meaty bicep.

“Yesss, this body wil be very useful.” The jock kissed his guns. “Stupid simple Alexei, you wanted to be a hero just for the fame and the sex? Thanks to me, I’ll make of you something ever more grand!”

The jock ran a hand through his blonde mane. 

“Ah, and hair again, wonderful!”

Alexei smiled and started to hover above the ground.

“Oh, and I still have Dimitri’s powers with it?” Doctor Death is back!”

Alexei flew up and phased through the ceiling. Once in the sky, the stud ripped his shorts away and stood naked over the city.

“I’ll make them treat me like I deserved to be!” He made some bodybuilder poses. “I’ll get some many whores with this body!”

The jock rubbed his hands all over this body and then grabbed his cock with left hand.

“Uuung! A young dick! Full of vitality and manhood!”

Alexei chewed at his muscly free arm while he masturbated. 

“Fuck! This meat is so tender and solid!”

He then licked the sweat off his shaved armpit.

“Testerone and virility! Damn, young man, why shaving? You need some hair on!” He fondled his pecs. “No more shaving anymore…”

Alexei roared as he climaxed and rain his jizz all over the city.

(inspired by a classic GhostInTheDude story, but with a twist by me)

I awoke to the sound of my boyfriend’s excited, voice… only it didn’t sound exactly like him. “Hey stud! Wanna go back to our room and have some fun?!” His voice sounded more rough, older and yet more eager than normal and he kept rubbing his abs and pecs. It was like my boyfriend was checking out his body for the first time, especially after he just got out of the swimming pool. He’s normally more reserved, quiet, and polite- things like that; that’s why I want to marry him and call him my husband one day.

“You feeling okay, Diego?” I ask cautiously, sitting up from my nap. I instinctively felt the need to pull down the towel to show my muscular naked body. I could tell he was directly staring at me as I saw his tongue stick out of his mouth for a second. “Yeah babe! Never better! I’m just… really ready to go back our room. You are one smoking hot man!” I could see the outline of a boner in his Speedo.

Oh Fuck ... I think this fucker possessed my man, Diego. I’d heard about ghost possessions happening before while you’re swimming in a pool, especially on vacation spots like this clothing optional gay resort, but never in a million years thought I could see it myself. This fucking old man probably possessed Diego in hopes he could get me in bed with him. I mean, at least he didn’t possess me yet. The thought of a horny old man in my body shockingly turned me on. Diego was probably stuck watching this old man ghost use his body like a puppet.

I decided the best way to get him out would be to visit that psychic we saw on that street with the little shops. She would know something, right? Or maybe we could go back to the hotel room and fuck? I mean, this old man in Diego probably has moves even I haven’t experienced yet. Then he’d be stuck in Diego’s body. Well, our sex life has suffered a lot. Hmm ... fuck, he’s really turning me on with him all wet and feeling up his newly stolen muscles

“Whaddya say baby?” He repeats one more time as he flexes Diego’s stolen muscles.

“You know what, Diego. Let’s go. I need to breed that ass of yours.”

Diego’s eyes lit up and he gave me this mischievous grin that we knew the old man would be in Diego permanently. I can’t wait to to get to know my new Diego from the inside out.

Instead of a new story this week I’ve decided to re-upload an old favourite instead. As some of you may or may not know, the original version was completely wiped from the surface of the internet by Tumblr to the point where there wasn’t even a trace of its existence. I wasn’t even notified of this when it happened which feels like it’s own separate issue considering it was my biggest ever story but I digress. I thought that now might be the appropriate time to re-unleash this story upon the world and allow those who loved the original to enjoy it once again and for those who never got a chance to read the original to discover it for the first time. That said I’m hoping to come out with some new and fresh content very soon but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this return of an old classic!

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I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen buck naked.

I waltzed up to the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I lick my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…

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A few years back not long after I turned 20 my mom met a guy named Devin who she soon started dating. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 22 year old son which certainly peaked my interest.

When I first met him I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with enormous well rounded muscles that bulged under his clothes while standing at an imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome too because the hot body wasn’t already enough, even having a great full beard that I was jealous of. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils.

After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to those massive globes, no doubt stretching whatever pants he was wearing. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man.

Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now Step-Brothers. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.

Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller apartment but when he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment. I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, he always seemed very mature and put together.

The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other’s space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless, showing off his huge hairy chest, or god forbid only a pair of tight boxer briefs. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to take anything but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry, pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell.

For about 6 months that’s how my life was. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying not to let him see my dirty secret. That is until I found a certain little spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online and ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it but the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked peaked my interest.

Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day, giving it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.

I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true but as I’d expected, nothing happened. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did before heading to bed. I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. I remember I’d begun to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness swelled across my body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

It seems I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical took place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I noticed my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up in confusion only to feel much heavier than normal while looking down the bed to see a pair of much larger feet. Next thing I yank off my bed sheets only to find a massive, hairy, muscular body that certainly wasn’t my own.

Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before grasping the heft of my giant new pecs, loving all the fur as I was previously rather hairless. Jumping out of bed I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge quads, and impressive calves. And then it started to hit me. I didn’t realise it at first as I’d never seen it from this angle but these giant legs, these bulging arms, these bulbous pecs… they all seemed exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his briefs which now clung tightly to my form as I didn’t fail to notice the familiar bulge in the front. Only… it was my bulge!

At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still I burst out of my room and made a beeline for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. I saw none other than the sexy bearded face of my step-brother staring back in disbelief.

As you can imagine I spent the next 20 or so minutes inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the body I’d been lusting over for these past years at my disposal felt like some kind of lucid wet dream. But it was real! From my brother’s handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!

Soon enough I’d yanked off the underwear and started pumping my dick in ecstasy, loving how my hand only just fit the whole way around. Waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to grope at my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier. Before I could shoot my new seed however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but judging by that scream I had only one guess as to what’d happened.

Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want him to think something was up to see me already wearing his clothes after all. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it.

Upon entering Sam’s room I was somewhat surprised to see an exact copy of myself stood freaking out at his body. I should’ve been expecting it but it was still extremely weird nonetheless. Then, as he saw me stood in the doorway, he went silent. Naturally he was in shock for a good moment or two but as soon as it passed he began shouting a bunch obscenities at me. Demanding who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to punch me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.

Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen, I could tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened, or even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to rub it in his face that I now had his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one but I couldn’t. Sure we weren’t super close or anything but he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead so I decided to take it easy on him.

I pretended to be just as confused as he was, saying who I really was but not having any idea how this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared, trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest.

Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each overs lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of this idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on. I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room while I changed. Though I couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left and showing off the meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give.

Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fitting me perfectly. I must’ve spent at least 15 minutes or so just trying on different clothes while jerking my cock a little in between until I heard a knock at the door and my former voice asking what the hell was taking so long. With a sigh I tucked my new toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt since I just couldn’t help but show off this bod. Could you blame me?

When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. He knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing things. I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all gym equipment works and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what his football practice is like with the team. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me.

Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glancing at his former body as I showed it off, even getting a little cocky by flexing every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to make sure I was feeding his body correctly. Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that produced during it, not being able to help sniffing my pits when I got back. Of course Sam told me to go get a shower but before I did I couldn’t help swiftly grabbing him and shoving his face into my musky pits, laughing as he squirmed for a moment before letting him go. I apologised after through my laughter though I couldn’t help but smirk subtly as despite his face looking disgusted, the slight bulge in his pants told another story.

The next day however was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me, some giving me an envious once over, others even saying hi to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from girls which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery. Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!

Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the jockbro mindset and was soon laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing, right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a lot of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality when I took his form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does, not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?

After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the site I used but that a one way transfer according to the spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time.

From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends inside and outside of the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me awhile to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears.

I’ve gotta say though, living with the former Sam was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch and that we’d have to go our separate ways but even after just over a week of being Sam I was having so much fun messing with him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing of my huge hairy pecs and whenever I’d catching him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d frequently pull him in for ‘brohugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.

Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in locker room, not that I can blame him, and how much he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each overs bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft to which I then soon returned the favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.

Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ‘To have some fun’ I believe my response was being making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s-well my bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each overs bodies as we slowly undressed, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.

One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about, groaning and grunting and my balls smacked against that supple butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was waiting for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lightly tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

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And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.

“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body, I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night.”

Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!”

Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it. So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound into another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?” By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught.

With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits, you love watching me slip perfectly into you jocky lifestyle. Just embrace it lil’ bro” He stares at me then at my pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily presses his nose into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.

“C…can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.

“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I state looking down at his hungry eyes. He nods in compliance and with that I put a hand on the back of his head and press him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m planning on making Ian my boyfriend in the future and I wanna be faithful ya know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”

With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…

Commissioned by: Valagon37

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! It’s finally here. I rushed downstairs when I heard the familiar ding of my doorbell. My hands were trembling, and sweat rained from my head. I opened the door, accomplished all the fuss with the delivery guy, and retreated to the basement lounge with the package. I can’t begin to count the days I have toiled, all so I could buy this expensive package. All those overtime and side hustles, all the things I didn’t buy. Everything, for this. 

Using a boxcutter, I cut a neat cut down the middle. The brown paper package spread apart and lay in neat tatters on the ground. I opened the box. A gasp escaped my mouth at the same time. The thing inside is just as I have imagined it. It’s perfect. It’s a professionally-made bodysuit of an Asian bodybuilder and Internet star, Brock Nguyen. If you disregard the lack of innards, everything about the suit looked like him,  from the face I first saw when I opened the box; down to the body when I pulled the bodysuit from the package. The texture was that of human skin. I can’t begin to imagine the mechanism of how they made it so warm. It doesn’t even have any sign of cooling down to room temperature. I could feel the bumps and minute hairs and the sheer smoothness of what seemed to be the abs. What surprised me more was the large size of it when compared to my body. He looked somewhat of average height in his videos. He’s taller by a few inches, and all of his limbs are larger than I have. I mean– I am not a difficult bar to pass, but still.

I laid the bodysuit flat on top of the coffee table. I stand in awe at the prospect of now having it. If what the website said is true, I’d turn into Brock if I wore this suit. Even now, it’s still unbelievable. The website has shown videos of other people turning into famous celebrities and Internet stars. They seem legit, but there is a nagging feeling at the top of my mind telling me they’re fakes. Nothing is impossible with video editing nowadays. But there is hope driven by the desire and lust to be someone better, to be like Brock. This is real. This is fucking real. 

That underwear… They look familiar…

Clothes came along with the suit. I would have never given them second thoughts if I didn’t recognize the tight black underwear at the bottom of the box. There was this incident a few days ago when Brock’s household was robbed while he was out training in the gym. Commenters asked what was stolen from him and if he got in contact with the police yet. He assured the fans that nothing of value was stolen, but it’s clear that he’s embarrassed to tell us what it was. Only now did I piece two-and-two together. Clothes were stolen from him, and it’s quite an embarrassing catalog too. Aside from the black underwear, there are socks, boxers, and even more underwear. Though, there are no T-shirts. It’s not much of a loss since almost all of his pictures and videos often show him without one. And besides, if I transform into him, T-shirts would only get in the way of showing off his stunning body. 

As for the underwear, it’s clear these weren’t washed yet. I grabbed and stuffed both on my face. The musk came in hard and fast. It has hints of piercing sour citrus and bitterness that leave a tantalizing sensation inside my lungs and, eventually, the erection in my groin. I lay on the floor with two stained underwear attached to my face. Manly musk boiled my mind into a frenzy. There is no time in my life when I’ve felt stiffer than this. The smell alone made me reach my climax. Cum rained out of my penis and came crashing back to my bare stomach. That was just the fucking smell! I turned my head, and his hollowed face and equally hollowed eyes looked at me. What pleasures will I feel when I become him?

After gathering my breath and courage, I stood from my pool of cum and picked up the bodysuit. My heart was beating fast from ejaculating; it got even quicker when I got excited at the prospect of becoming someone better. I raised the suit and spread the hole on its back. Both feet were the first to enter. As expected, the bodysuit hung loosely on them. Brock has magnificent and large calves worthy of a marathon runner. I didn’t expect it to tighten immediately because the website said so. Only when I wore the suit entirely would it do, so I started working on that goal. I worked my way up to the body and arms. I am out of breath, not because I’m tired, but because I’m on the final step before I say goodbye to who I currently am. The sight of the bodysuit hanging loosely on my body was the last thing I saw before pulling the mask over my head. 

I woke up with the worst migraine I’ve felt in my entire life. It was a relief knowing that it disappeared as fast as it came. I shifted to my side and felt the immediate change in size and weight. They say humans have senses beyond conventional ones. There’s the sense of spatial awareness, and that very sense is telling me everything is askew. My head doesn’t move the way it should. My arms and feet feel like there are sacks of concrete attached to them. Everything screams wrong, and yet… also right? My body may feel heavy, but I have more than enough strength to carry the burden. My mind is also poking at the sense of wrongness I am feeling. Why am I feeling strange when I’ve had this strength for years? 

Wait– what? The headache returned and brought forth memories of another with it. They played like a DVD player when you played it on fast forward. They fell on my palms like sand, some I’ve retained while most were lost. One thing I learned as I walked to the mirror, the bodysuit worked. I’m Brock Nguyễn! This is my body and no other. The sense of wrongness dissipated instantaneously, leaving me with nothing but comfort in his skin. A slow smile formed on my face. That smile shifted to laughter.

The confidence in the looks. I’m Brock Nguyễn and no one else.

“Tôi là Brock Nguyễn (I am Brock Nuyễn),” I said before stopping quickly. Did I just speak Vietnamese? I assume I did. When I looked back at Brock’s memories, everyone spoke Vietnamese, and I seemed to understand each one. I am also confident that I can even talk in Vietnamese. However, speaking English now dumbfounds me. I don’t know how or why, but my original memories seem muted. I know I am talking in English in these memories, but the conversations are lost to translation. 

Why should I even care if I don’t speak English that well anymore? I bought this bodysuit not to talk in Vietnamese but to enjoy becoming Brock. My breathing turned shallow as this idea dawned on me. My musky breath foamed on my face. I could hear the deep drums of my heartbeat. 

Tôi là Brock Nguyễn… Tôi là Brock Nguyễn… The thought repeated in my mind like seconds on a clock. This still feels like a dream, but every sensation I feel now says it’s not. 

One thing I loved about Brock is his massive pectorals. I’ve always admired their sheer size, and the thought of touching them never left my fantasies. I can’t believe that my dreams are finally coming to fruition. I squeezed my pecs, and my jaws dropped in surprise when I realized how soft and squishy they were. They flinched at the touch, and I was surprised even more by the massive leaps they’d made. I can move them with my mind. I could move the left pectoral, the right, and then both. Fuck! Th– this is amazing. While I love them for their softness, I could also make them dense and firm. I marbled them and relished at the thought of having such massive milkers. 

They’re so fucking big. See how they move so much!? I can’t even see my dick clearly with these two in the way.

From my pecs, I shifted to the rest of my body. My arms weren’t only for show. There is strength brimming in every flex. And fuck! My body has been glistening with sweat ever since I wore the bodysuit. That sweat permeated in the hairs of my armpits where bitter musk lingers. My nose could not sniff the area closely with my pecs in the way, but the stench was so great that I didn’t need close proximity to get hard at my aroma. Not only did my dick get stiff, but so did the massive nipples in my chest. One hand snaked its way back to one nipple while the other traversed the ridges of my abs and into my groin. Both hands played at their destination, which resulted in my voice filling the room. 

My massive body, combined with the soft and careful love I am giving to my nipples and dick, has made this into the tender moment I’ve always imagined. My dick is longer than before, and the added inches make for better pleasures. Moans bubbled on my lips, and Brock’s voice filled my head like lace. Through his memories, I learned that he never had much time to experience pleasures. His body is starved for touch and attention. I am glad that I am here to finally fulfill that need.

All the fine hairs on my body stood on their ends as I reached my climax. It was as if every muscle reeled in preparation for what was to come. 

Cumming twice in a single day is a feat I’ve never had the pleasure of doing before. I’d do it every day if it was this intense and nerve-breaking. Unlike the last one, this one reached beyond the corners of the coffee table in front of me. They launched into the air, leaving a blast of pleasure in their wake. Rippling waves on my skin left me moaning in beats. I am at a loss for words and definitely for air. I bent over to contain this intense excitement. I cried, laughed, and uttered a litany of Vietnamese curses to dampen these mind-prickling pleasures. I scooped my hands on the steady pour of cum, and had it spread all over my chest. A thin layer shone against the light. It was warm, somewhat disgusting, but seductively so. This is Brock’s cum– no, it’s my cum. 

My body felt heavier after cumming in this body.

I lay there for minutes, but they seemed to pass like hours. I watched the steady rise and fall of my massive chest. I focused on the little things like the air bristling on my thin hair. Or how my sweat poured out of my pores and traversed the ridges of my abs. Even the sound of my breathing changed to a deep gruff tone made by my massive chest. Everything I feel is mine. This is me– the new me…

Tôi là Brock Nguyễn…

"I say, you look way better than 6 months ago, let me tell you that. And what's up with the fucking hard cock, huh? Did you think about some chicks right before the swap? Well, fuck that, I'm just gonna see for myself,"

“Oh yeah,” Terrell licked his lips hungrily and ran his fingers up and down the abs on his athletic young body. “Lookin’ good!”

The 44-year-old gay man had successfully used a mind-transferrence device to switch bodies with his 22-year-old nephew, Elijah. Standing in front of the mirror, Terrell flexed his muscles happily, admiring the solid sixpack he now called his own. His gaze then dropped to the impressive bulge in his underwear as he turned to the side.

"Damn," he muttered. He had forgotten how good it felt to be young, hung, and always ready to fuck!

"Come over pa, let me make you feel good” 

I was chatting on the infamous orange app in my hotel room, settling in from sight seeing around the city when Jayco messaged me. I had a couple of hours to kill before heading to the concert I flew in for. On a solo trip in a brand new city, I wanted to spend some time with a cutie and Jayco checked off all my boxes.

I felt my throat tighten staring at his face picture. I needed him badly, so I was happy to oblige. A second later another message:

“Dejame sentir todos esos labios, come through” 

Jayco definitely knew how to seduce a man, and within minutes I was ordering an Uber to his apartment. 

I approached his door step and knocked a couple times before Jayco unlocked his door. He was wearing jeans, a black tank top, and a gold chain across his neck. He beamed a slow smile and told me to come in. 

We made the usual small talk on his couch. I told him about being in town for just the night. He told me a bit about his work and what he was going to get into later. I tried to pretend to be interested but I kept glancing at his lips waiting to get a taste. Finally, I took the leap to give him a peck but he put a finger on my lips.

“Before that…..how about I get you a drink?” Jayco asked suddenly. 

“Oh alright cool. If you got some tequila I’m down.” I replied. 

Flashing me another smile he nodded and went into the kitchen. As the minutes passed on the couch I started to get an uneasy feeling as to what he was doing when suddenly I got a text from Jayco.

“Come into the kitchen. Don’t  panic or call the police about what you see. Use me if you want. The effect lasts only 12 hours. Be sure to remove me before then. If you choose not to participate, leave me in my room.”

I reread this text a good ten times before having the courage to call out Jayco’s name. With no response back. I worked up the courage to get up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen.

Upon entering, I saw Jayco on the floor knocked out. A shot glass right next to him with remnants of some blue liquid that looked nothing like any tequila I knew. 

“Oh shit Jayco are you okay man??” I yelled out as I approached his body. As soon as my hand touched his body it vanished. Leaving behind only a mask of Jayco's face. 

All I could do in that moment was stare at the mask propped up beside me for a couple minutes. It took awhile before his message clicked. Jayco was offering me to use him as a disguise. I tried not to imagine how this all worked, but I finally decided to pick up the mask. It felt heavy as I felt the rubbery texture settle into my hands. 

I knew I had to make a choice and immediately I went into Jayco’s room, mask in hand to leave him on his bed. I placed him on his pillow and was ready to get the hell out before I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I paused for a second as I saw the mask laid up on the pillow. 

An opportunity to be someone else for the night? Part of me was playing with the idea. 

But could I come back to myself? How did this even work? Was I about to be playing with fire?

My mind raced as I decided all the possible outcomes to the idea. 

No longer thinking, I turned around and picked up the mask. I stretched it a bit and within seconds put it over my face making my choice. A cool sensation began to spread over my body as I felt the mask move and adjust itself onto my face. Within minutes I saw the mask start to spread and change my neck, my torso, and my whole lower body until Jayco was staring right back at me. 

It looked as though he had never left as I was dressed in the same clothes he had. Walking closer to the mirror I moved my new body. Posing in the mirror, touching my new beard, smelling Jayco’s mix of musk and cologne wrapped around me. The rush was intoxicating.

I felt completely turned on. Or was it Jayco? The thought quickly left my head as my new member throbbed under Jayco’s jeans. I couldn’t help but snap a picture of the moment. 

I slowly started to undress Jayco. Layer by layer. I sat down on his bed completely naked, stroking his dick with his rough hands. Rubbing my new nipples almost as muscle memory as Jayco’s body moaned from the pleasure. Hearing Jayco’s voice come out only riled me up some more. 

“You like that huh guapo?” I said smugly in the mirror with Jayco’s lips.

I laid on the bed for hours exploring Jayco’s body and feeling what made him react to my touch. As much as I rubbed Jayco’s dick he wasn’t even close to cumming. I felt hornier than ever. As soon as I felt Jayco come close it seemed like I was back at square one. It felt like Jayco’s body was toying with me, edging me without allowing me to blow off the steam. 

I decided to stop, as I looked at the time. 

“Oh fuck concert is soon” I said panting and dripping in sweat from my jerk session. 

I quickly got in the shower, hoping a cold plunge could help shake off the horniness, but I soon found myself tugging at Jayco’s dick. I couldn't help but admire myself. Jayco's cockiness and swagger coming naturally to me. I knew I was in for a fun night.

With no sight of release, I decided to head out and dry off. Finding Jayco’s clothes, I put on fresh underwear and jeans. Shifting Jayco’s dick to hide his bulge from plain sight. I finished my outfit by putting on a black t-shirt and cowboy hat I found in the back of his closet. It felt like a common outfit Jayco would wear that he must have unconsciously helped me pick out because it felt so right. I was determined to go to the concert and find someone to get this cowboy’s load out before the end of the night. 

~~~

"Hey babe, I got what you want, the Arab boy we stumbled upon in the froyo store,"

"Oh my God babe you look so hot! Come here to my dorm then, my roommate is not going back until tomorrow,"

"Sweet, get ready for a night of magic carpet ride, babe. Gonna make you fly so high with this package I have,"

"Oh someone is up for some roleplay, I see. Tonight will be exciting!"

"Just promise me that you'll take Angela Loughly body next week, I want to fuck her since my freshmen year,"

"And I actually am curious on how she kept her body so fit. That's a deal, babe,"

When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday. 

So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes  spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.

“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver. 

“Um… I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.

This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but… well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!” 

I stood stunned not knowing how to respond. 

“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And… you’re staring at me funny… are you-”

Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore…. to touch. 

“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And… wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms… on my chest and… I…I… thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something…. but wow I can’t believe…. woah… you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.

My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I… wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you…” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.

“Let’s… head back to our apartment… I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.

"Caleb, Bradley Jones can't make it today because there is another photoshoot schedule clashing today. But he already signed the contract, so... can you be him for like couple of hours here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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