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for @triswaps94 --- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50%

Jeff finds his brother's uniform in his closet and decides to try it on. He puts on the suit to find that it was a bit to big for him.

After about a minute, he feels tingly, as he looks down, and the uniform isn't big on him any more. Now the pants are the right size. He lifts them up to see that his legs have sprouted lots of hair. Jeff then runs to the bathroom, as he feels his chest expanding outward. He lifts up his coat to see that he now has nicely rounded pecs, and his stomach has expanded a bit to give him a tiny beer gut. He feels powerful as his arms begin to expand, and huge muscles appear on them. He looks to his neck, as it thickens, and hair begins to grow on it, which travels up to his face, giving him a bit of stubble. His jaw becomes prominent, his eyes go stone gray. He looks at his somewhat long hair as it falls out, and dark brown hair presses through, short on the sides, but a bit longer on the top.

The transformation finishes as little red dots appear on his face. They become a but bigger, and become zits.

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

He strips down to his boxers, and slides the shorts on. He does the same with his shirt, and he puts the new shirt unbuttoned on his bare chest.

He waits...

He then feels a slight tingle on his legs. He runs to the full-length mirror. He can't believe what he sees. Instead of his lack of brown hair on his legs, he sees a thick coating of dirty blonde instead. Then he cringes when his legs begin to shift, and muscle starts to bulge out. Not too much, but more than he just had. He feels a ripple up his body, as he notices a dirty blond trail growing up his belly, it gets thick, and then stops. Again he cringes as muscles re-arrange and expand, as he sees a new 4 pack and a big pecs. His arms are now covered in blonde hair and they too become thicker, giving him big pipes. The ripple finishes at his head, where he starts to grow blonde stubble, and his hair begins to grow and curl ever so slightly. It too becomes blonde, as his face becomes more manly.

He now looks like the ideal beach bunny.

“Totally awesome dude!”

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

Once about a minute has passed, he feels tingly and he soon feels when his body inflates and age to match the suits size and upcoming body. He feels his body getting covered in a layer off fat, while most of his body is also growing quite strong muscles underneath the fat. Most noticeable is however how his stomach is expanding into a large strong beer gut, with his chest also having grown quite a bit with the fat. While his body is changing it also spouts hair on his legs, belly, chest and arms. His neck thickens as hair begins to grow on it, continuing into his face where it forms a very small layer of stubble. His face starts to change as well, his jaw becomes prominent. A reasonably big mustache grows above his lip to go along with the small layer of stubble. As his body ages, small wrinkles start appearing over his body and in his face. His hair starts falling off leaving the top completely bald, as his coming male pattern baldness kicks in, all thats left is a neatly trimmed crown in a "horseshoe pattern" along the sides and back of his head. As the transformation nears completion his hair, facial hair and body hair gets small flecks of gray appearing in them.

The transformation finishes as his mind almost completely changes to match his new body.

Jeff now both looks like and is a 48 year old cop, weary after a hard life within the Law Enforcement. And there is no turning back from his new life.

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

All of a sudden Jeff felt the clothes heat up against his skin. It felt like his arms and legs were stretching. "It's working!", thought Jeff. "I wonder what I will turn into?", he thought to himself. After a few seconds it was apparent that his arms and legs were indeed a bit longer. He then felt a powerful sensation as his muscles grew and expanded. His chest started to puff out as well, slowly filling the wifebeater with muscles.

Scratching his legs at a tickling sensation, Jeff noticed he was now sprouting brown hair on his legs. It was very thick and long! Jeff watched with fascination as the curls sprouted from his ankle and worked their way up. As the hair reaches his crotch, he felt his groin get very itchy. He opened the front of his jockstrap just in time to see a huge brown bush explode above his cock. It was so thick! Jeff was amazed. He didn't even have a single hair before!

Jeff looked down and saw his feed growing along the floor. He also noticed patches of little brown hair spout on his toes. When his feet stopped growing he figured it was about a size 14. Wow!

By now Jeff was about 5'11 and 160 pounds. His biceps and arm muscles were filling out nicely and his chest was still expanding. Jeff also notices his shoulders had broadened considerably. He looked like he could play jv football! He also noticed he was getting faint abs.

All of a sudden, Jeff fell to his knees. It felt like someone had kicked him in the balls! His hands flew down and immediately he noticed his new balls were huge! They were easily the size of large chicken eggs! He noticed they were covered in thick hair as well. Jeff noticed he was also painfully erect. His penis was throbbing. He touched it with his larger hands and felt a wave of pleasure shoot through him. He noticed it was getting longer and thicker. He could feel it growing larger with every pulse. Jeff started pumping up and down. It was so pleasurable! It felt like invisible hands were gently tugging on his cock, making it longer. When it reached about 9 inches, Jeff yelled in pleasure. He shot load after thick load all over his stomach and chest. Jeff's yell started out boyish and high pitched, but dropped very quickly to a very low baritone. He felt pressure as a large Adams apple push out.

Jeff let go of his new appendage with a flop and looked down. His chest was absolutely huge now! It stuck out quite far and was packed with muscles. He looked like a football linebacker now! He noticed that (along with his huge load) his stomach was densely covered in rich brown hairs and his chest had a thick rug growing out of it. "This is so strange! I'm hairy now?" Jeff thought. Jeff examined his forearms which were likewise very big. He noticed that they were covered in thick brown hair that continued all the way up his arms until his very thick and hard biceps.

Jeff noticed the tank top was smelling a bit more like BO now. He sniffed it. Nope. That's not it. Where was the smell coming from? Jeff lifted up his arm and smelled BO waft out of his armpit. Uggh! That smell was him! He would really need to wear deodorant and shower now. "Well of course I would need to. I'm a man now!", Jeff thought, feeling a twitch in his penis. With his arm up he noticed he had sprouted very large bushes of hair in his armpits. It was dark brown and very long and thick. "Armpit hair! Just like the older high school boys!", Jeff thought with some excitement.

Running to a mirror, Jeff could see his face had sprouted brown fuzz all over it. His hands raced up to feel it. Wait! It felt like sandpaper. That's not fuzz; it was proper thick stubble! Jeff felt himself harden a bit at the prospect of his first shave.

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

Naked, Jeff looked down at his unimpressive and embarrassing body. He took a deep breathe and clicked the transform button.

Jeff felt a dull heat all over his body. The first thing he noticed was that he was getting taller! It felt awesome, like someone was very slowly pulling and elongating his body and muscles! "Cool!" Jeff exclaimed. He ran to the mirror in his bathroom. The bathroom sink did seem a bit lower. He seemed to be about 6 feet 2 inches. He tapered off and stopped growing upwards.

Jeff the felt a dull heat in his muscles, his biceps and pecs especially. He went wide eyed as he saw his skinny weak biceps slowly expanding, getting bigger and bigger! They slowly bulked up and became defined. Likewise, Jeff saw that his pecs were also expanding very slowly, becoming bigger and bigger. Jeff's nipples hardened as he felt his chest bulk up. Jeff's arms got bigger and bigger, with veins racing down his biceps and forearms. "YES!", he exclaimed, flexing his now above average biceps! His stomach cramped up as he saw his stomach bump up with some hard abs. Jeff also felt his shoulders expand, slowly pulling apart. When this was finished, Jeff was built like a fireplug! His shoulders were very broad and he had substantial amounts of upper body muscles!

Next, the heat went to his legs. He saw his feet expanding slowly but surely. They ballooned to size 13, and his legs and thighs slowly bulked up with muscles as well. Jeff couldn't believe it. He was getting huge.

"This is UNREAL!", he exclaimed, with his boyish voice cracking badly on the last word. "What's up WITH my VOICE!", he asked himself, still cracking badly. Jeff then felt like something was caught in his throat and pushing outwards. His hands flew up to his neck just in time to feel a huge adams apple pushing out of his neck. "WHOA!", he exclaimed, a bit deeper. The adams apple finally stopped growing, leaving him with a very prominent adams apple. His enlarged larynx had ended his boyish timbre, leaving him with a deep rough masculine voice permanently. "My voice is so deep!", he rumbled. "Now no one will mistake me for a woman on the phone!".

the next area Jeff felt the now familiar dull heat was in his crotch. He looked at his pathetic member and smiled, knowing what was coming. A wave of pleasure washed over him as his penis began to elongate! It felt like warm hands were very slowly pulling it longer and longer. It grew longer and longer, but it also grew in thickness and girth as well. Likewise, his balls were growing larger, hanging lower in their sac. Jeff became aroused by the feeling. Within seconds he had a huge erection protruding from his body. "Whoa! It had to be about 10 inches long now!" And my balls! They are huge! And they hang so low. Oh man, they are so weighty and heavy!"

As Jeff was examaning his groin, he felt a different sensaton; he began to itch all over his body! One of Jeff's hands started scrating his groin furiously and his other one started scratching one of his armpits. Jeff looked astonished when he was why he was itchy; He saw thick dark brown hairs sprouting out, all over his groin. "Whoa, I'm getting all hairy!", he exclaimed. Within seconds, his new pubic hair had covered his whole groin in a ridiculously thick tuft of thick brown hair. It curled together creating quite a hairy mess!

Jeff took his eyes away from his groin when he noticed he was still furiously scratching one of his armpits. He lifted up his arm and saw little brown hairs poke out. Jeff was excited, as he had never had pit hair before! The tiny brown bush quickly erupted into a huge messy bush of hair. Jeff kept itching the massive bush roughly; it was so itchy! As his fingers raked through the hair, he was shocked at how thick and how much hair he now had residing under his arms. The itching finally subsided when Jeff had huge messy bushes under each arm. They stuck out even when his huge muscular arms were resting at his sides.

Jeff then felt his whole torso, front and back begin to itch. As he scratched his chest, he felt and saw thick brown hairs spruting. They started below his navel and around his nipples first, but within seconds, he had a veritable tuft of hair all over his belly and chest. It joined his pubes on the bottom and went all the way to the base of his neck, completely unbroken. "Oh man, I'm getting so hairy! Maybe too hairy!". Then Jeff noticed his arms, legs, butt, and back begin itching all at once. Jeff grimaced as he saw hair coming out on his shoulders and his back. Gross! He didn't want back hair! His back and shoulders were imilarly covered, so not to the same extent, as his chest. As Jeff began to scratch his butt, he noticed his veiny forearms were totally covered in a thick layer of brown hair! He even had hairs on his knuckles now!

As he scratched his butt, Jeff groaned as he noticed how hairy it had become. His ass was a total forest of hair now! Nasty.

Jeff looked down and saw his muscular legs now had a thick coating of hair as well. The hair continued onto the tops of his feet and toes.

"I can't believe I'm so hairy. This is too much", Jeff muttered to himself in his deep rumbling voice. Just then the Chronivac beeped; "PHASE TWO BEGINNING".

Jeff saw boxers materialize on his massive frame. He realized they were old, well worn, and dirty. They had very obvious cumstains and skin marks on them. He noticed they smelled a bit funky too. "Oh, thats nasty!", Jeff said aloud. As soon as the boxers were on his body, he felt his groin tingle. With a sniff in the air, he noticed his groin now started to absolutely reek. It smelled like really nasty unwashed balls and ass. Jeff cringed as he let out a huge fart uncontrollably, as well. "Oh man, I stink now!".

Next, a pair of jeans materialized on his hairy legs. They were coveredd in mud and other stains. They smelled a bit musky as well. The jeans barely hid his package, which bulged obscenely. Then, socks that were full of holes appeared on his feet. Jeff just had time to register that his feet now produced some rank odors before a dirty pair of work boots materialized on his feet, insulating the smell, for now at least. A big belt buckle with the southern pride flag on it appeared. Lastly, a dirty smelly plaid shirt appeared on Jeff's upper body. The sleeves were torn off, clearly exposing Jeff's hairy armpits and muscles for all to see. Jeff felt his body plump up a bit. He was still muscular, but they were now hidden under a soft padded layer. Jeff felt himself begin to sweat a bit. He sniffed the air and noticed a really bad scent. He lifted up his arm and noticed it was coming from his tufts of pit hair. "Aww man, looks like I make my own body odor now!", Jeff glumly thought.

Lastly, a dirty baseball cap with the southern flag on it appeared on his head. He felt thick brown stubble push out of his cheeks and neck. It stopped growing after a few seconds. It left him with a scruffy unkempt short beard; as if he hadn't shaved in a week!

The chronivac beeped to indicate it was done. "Whoa! The machine done turt me into a hairy summabitch redneck!", Jeff grumbled. His eyes went wide with surprise; he now had a very thick southern accent!

He couldn't believe all the changes that had happened; he was shocked at his size and how hairy and stinky he now was. He cupped his massive bulge with his hairy paws through his jeans. Damn, he was horny.

"What should I do?", Jeff thought to himself.

Frank had it all, a perfect life, an excellent wife. He couldn't ask for more even if he wanted. Despite everything, a feeling of dissatisfaction knawed at him each night, as he reminisced on things from his past, thinking of if he had made a different choice here or there, things might have completely changed.

In a chat with friends at work, talk about a new app called "ResetR" would soon arise, with some giving stories on how it changed their life after only a week. As one guy explained the app to everyone, Frank gawked at how such a thing could even exist. He arrived home late that night, and as he settled into bed, a small tinge of curiosity rose in Frank. Turning over, he looked at his sleeping wife, his eyes softening as he gazed at her features. Guilt washed over him as he turned back over to face his dresser, and grabbed his phone.

Ensuring everything was as silent as possible, he downloaded ResetR. The app downloading quickly, with its stylized "R" icon appearing on his home screen. He would make his account, putting in a detailed amount of personal information in its creation. Logging on, the application showed a vast catalog of people, giving him seemingly endless options. He navigated to the "Create Your Own" section, deciding he wanted as much control over the process as possible. Upon clicking, a massive waiver presented itself, which he scrolled through impatiently. After putting in all of his info, he could finally begin.

He clicked "Begin." A small window opened up beside the main one, and as it loaded, surprise overcame him as he realized it was not a complicated written exam, but rather a questionnaire.

>Would you like to start? Yes. >Please answer each question on a scale of "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree." Ensure all answers are as honest as possible.

He breezed through them at first, with the questions ranging from personal taste to some deeper philosophical ones. As he answered them, he wondered how this had any impact on creating a new life, but he went through them regardless. After mindlessly answering many of them, it would be Question 34 that would give Frank pause.

>Question 34: I like my current life. He thought over this one, contemplating the many memories anand pressed, "Slightly Disagree"

As the next question appeared, Frank once again was hit with a heavy one.

>Question 35: I want to change my life. With more confidence in his decision, he pressed, "Strongly Agree"

Another question would appear with a simple YES or NO, displayed at the bottom of it.

>Question 37: Would you like to retain social and financial settings from the current life template?

A moment of hesitation would give way to the mouse hitting the NO, button, as he was then directed to a new screen. Able to decide on things such as popularity, and personal attitudes. With most choices already entered, he made his way to the sexuality section, and as he entered things, he hesitated as he got to "Sexual Orientation." Frank wasn't gay, he knew that...right? The question seemed obvious, he wanted a small change, not a gigantic shift. But as he thought back to suppressed crushes, things became complex. With the knowledge that this would only be temporary, he selected "Gay," and closed the tab. With all his selections complete, it was finally time for him to select his location, and live his new life. Wanting to leave some things to chance, Frank chose randomly. Selecting the pill duration, he decided that a month would be a perfect amount of time, buying the pill on the spot.

Five days later, a package would arrive at his door, it was from ResetR. The box was small, containing only a light-blue pill, a collection of small documents, and one small note saying "Enjoy your new life!" He threw the papers aside and held the pill in between his fingers. Grabbing a Diet Coke from the counter, he would take the pill, and in an instant, he felt the blood rush through his veins. Adrenaline coursed through him as he suddenly lost consciousness, the world blacking out around him, and simultaneously exploding in flashes of color.

Waking up, he felt, different. Inspecting his surroundings, he noticed college posters and clothes everywhere. He got up, his new legs adjusting to being used, and made his way to what looked like the bathroom. There was a collection of official documents in there, a passport, birth certificate, and social security number. "They really do everything don't they?" Frank thought to himself. After analyzing the ID card, he took in his new personality. He was now Max, a nineteen-year-old broke college student from Georgia. Looking in the mirror, he noticed his toned muscles and ripped chest, taking in every small detail of this new body of his. Frank (now Max) felt a surge of virility, as his body felt new again.

The sex drive in this new body was certainly something Max had to get used to. People practically threw themselves on him, and he fucked everyone in sight. Having to keep up with this new passion was definitely a welcome sight, and he took advantage of it as much as he could. He admired how his muscles rippled in the mirror as he fucked. Max was on top of the world, and there was nothing that was going to stop him.

Each day had him stuffing his massive cock down a new throat, and soon his cum would be in guys across his college town. He definitely had guys thirst over him back when he was Frank, but he had never seen this level of attention before. Frank was adjusting quickly to the new lifestyle, and the days passed by quickly, as new friendships and love interests would start blossoming. With the month drawing to a close, a wistful look would come over Max's face. When the day ended, he would revert back to his old body, his old life. Regret surged through him as he wondered how he was just going to leave this whole life behind, just as it was starting.

Choosing to utilize his last day to the fullest, he fucked his way through his dorm, took up plenty of new classes, and did everything someone like Max would do. Exhausted, he would settle in bed, and prepared to sleep for his last day as Max. He logged back onto the website from his phone, and went to his previous order details, wanting to see if there were any extension options. After looking over everything again, all the color drained from his new face. Instead of getting the one-month order, he selected the permanent reset option. Taking in the seriousness of what was happening, he now looked for any way to reverse things, but as he saw the giant letters spelling "NO REVERSES ALLOWED ON RESETS," he felt the enormity of things set in.

Little did he know, the period to cancel a permanent reset was five days from the initial reset. With him on the seventh day, he was well past that deadline. A last desperate call to ResetR support would be entirely unsuccessful, and Frank decided to call it in, deciding he could find a solution someday. As he slept that night, Frank well and truly was lost, each memory would soon be replaced with that of Max. As the next day and a new month started, Max awoke to prepare to go to the gym, and as his old life faded away, he settled into his new one perfectly. Days later, Max would receive a text from an unknown number. Opening the message, it read,

"Are you still interested in reversing your permanent reset? This will be the first and last emergency extension given, respond within 24 hours to confirm."

Max looked at the text from the unknown number, and clicked "Block."

I’d been living in the building for about four months when I first noticed the way my next-door neighbor Kevin looked at me.

Mid-to-late fifties, silver hair cropped short, always dressed in either crisp button-downs or very nice workout clothes. Even on the days he clearly wasn’t trying, he looked put together. Every time we passed each other in the narrow hallway, he’d stop, smile that slow, easy smile, and find some reason to chat. The weather. The new gym down the block. Whether I’d tried the Thai place on the corner. His eyes would linger just a second too long on my shoulders, my arms, the way my tank top clung after a boxing session. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what those glances meant.

I wasn’t interested. Not really. Kevin was handsome for his age — tall, still broad in the chest, with a deep voice that carried easy confidence — but he was over thirty years older than me. I just wasn’t into that.

Still, the attention was flattering. A man like him could probably pull plenty of guys my age if he wanted. He didn’t push, didn’t make it weird, so I just smiled back, kept the conversations short, and went about my business.

Then one Thursday night, close to midnight, there was a knock on my door.

I was sprawled on the couch in gym shorts and a hoodie, half-watching Netflix and half-scrolling on my phone, when the sound startled me. I figured it was the delivery guy with the wrong apartment again. Instead, when I opened the door, Kevin was standing there in a dark sweater, looking unusually nervous.

“Hey, Gio,” he said, voice low. “Sorry to bother you this late. Mind if I come in for a minute?”

I hesitated, then stepped aside. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

He walked in, hands in his pockets, and glanced around my living room.

He didn’t sit down.

“I’ve been thinking about how to say this,” he started, then gave a short laugh. “There’s no graceful way, so I’ll just be direct.”

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. Here it comes.

But instead of the expected confession, Kevin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device — black, palm-sized, with a glowing blue ring around the edge. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

“This is, uh… this is a Chronovac,” he said, holding it up. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned it in his hands. “It, um… it can change things about reality. Like… swap stuff.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“I can swap people’s ages… temporarily. Or, or, or permanently if you want, I guess. It’s been a long time since I’ve used it, but since you moved in I just… I don’t know, you seemed like the right kind of guy who might… who might want to give it a try?”

I stared at him.

Kevin nodded quickly, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“Yeah. It could make me be in my mid twenties again. And you’d… you’d become sixty-one,” he said.

Damn. He was even older than I’d realized—and he still kept himself in incredible shape.

“…Just for the weekend, if that’s all you’re comfortable with. I know it sounds completely insane. It’s just… it’s been so long, and I’ve really been craving it. With someone like you.” The pieces clicked together in my head, and I almost laughed. This had to be some elaborate joke. Or maybe the guy was having a midlife crisis and this was his weird way of flirting. Either way, it was ridiculous.

“You’re serious,” I said, half question, half statement.

“Dead serious.” He turned the device slowly in his hands, thumb brushing over the glowing ring. There was something hungry in his eyes now, something raw and long-denied. Something in his face confirmed to me he wasn’t kidding.

I thought about it—really thought about it. About what sixty-one would feel like sitting on my frame. About the weight of those extra decades suddenly pressing into my bones, my skin, my cock. My mouth went dry.

Finally, I let out a slow breath.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Kevin’s face lit up with pure relief, edged with something darker and hotter. “You’re sure? No pressure if it’s too weird—”

“I’m sure. Just the weekend, right? We swap back Sunday night?”

“Right.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the faint, expensive scent of his cologne mixed with warm skin. He held the Chronovac between us, pressed his thumb to the glowing ring. A soft chime filled the room.

“Ready?” he asked, voice husky.

I nodded.

The device hummed to life. A warm, heavy pressure bloomed deep in my chest, then surged outward like liquid heat flooding every vein. My vision blurred for a heartbeat. When it cleared, the world felt… different. Heavier.

My shoulders were still broad, but the muscle sat differently now—denser, more substantial. My arms looked thicker, the veins less razor-sharp, the skin just a little looser over the bulk. And I was covered in a thick layer of hair.

I looked back over at him. Across from me stood a version of Kevin I’d never imagined.

Twenty-seven years old, and fucking stunning.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice now younger, smoother, and full of energy. He ran both hands over his new chest, then down his flat stomach, clearly savoring every inch. His fingers lingered at the waistband of his shorts, tracing the sharp V-lines. A wide, almost boyish grin spread across his bearded face. “This feels even better than I remembered.”

I cleared my throat. My voice came out deeper, rougher, with a slight gravelly edge that hadn’t been there before. “Jesus, Kevin… you’re really sixty-one, I swear I never would’ve thought you were that old?” I said, feeling up my new body.

“Sixty-one last month,” he said, still staring at his new arms like he couldn’t believe they were his. He rolled his shoulders and laughed softly. “God, I missed this. The energy. The way everything just… moves.”

He stepped closer to the mirror hanging by the door and turned sideways, checking out his profile.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to get used to the new balance in my own body. I shifted my weight and felt the subtle difference in my posture. My back didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt… like it had carried a lot of years.

Kevin turned back to me, eyes bright with excitement. “How do you feel?”

“Weird,” I admitted, running a hand over my new jaw. The stubble was coarser, the skin a little rougher. “Heavier. But not bad. Just… different.”

He smiled. “Well you look good, Gio. Really good. That silver looks sharp on you.”

It was already one in the morning, so eventually he slipped back to his own apartment. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with a body that was and wasn’t mine.

I stood there for a long minute, then walked slowly to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I turned sideways, ran a hand over the new softness of my stomach, tested the solid weight of my arms. I lifted my shirt and studied the thicker chest hair, the gentler swell of my midsection, the way my shoulders still carried a lifetime of muscle even if the sharp definition had mellowed into something heavier, more mature.

It was weird. Surreal, even.

But as I stood there flexing my hands and feeling the quiet, grounded strength still humming beneath the surface, a strange sense of relief settled deep in my chest. If this was a glimpse of my future… it didn’t feel bad at all.

—

Sunday evening, just after eight, there was a knock on my door. Kevin — well twenty-seven-year-old Kevin — stepped inside with a bright, almost boyish grin.

“Hey,” he said, voice smooth and energetic. “I just need to thank you again before we switch back. That was… incredible. Best weekend I’ve had in years.”

He looked flushed, like he’d just come from the gym or maybe from somewhere more exciting.

“I hope it wasn’t too much of a paid for you” he said.

“Not at all, it was actually… enlightening,” I replied. My voice came out deeper and steadier than it had been just a few days earlier. “I guess we have to swap back. I’ve got work in the morning, and I don’t know what they’d do if I showed up as a sixty-one-year-old version of myself.”

Kevin nodded, already pulling the Chronovac from his pocket. “You’re right. Real life calls.” As he toggled with the settings, I asked, “What else can that thing do, anyway?”

He took a shaky breath, still fiddling with the device, eyes fixed on the glowing ring instead of me. “A lot, actually. Age swaps are just the beginning. It can tweak personality traits — make someone more outgoing, more disciplined, more… submissive, whatever you want. It can shift sexualities, heighten or dull certain drives. Hell, it can even do full body swaps. I’ve only really played with the lighter stuff like the age swaps, but yeah… the potential is… it’s wild.” Just as he finished speaking, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring like he was wrestling with something. The air between us thickened again. Before he could press it, I stopped him.

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my thicker chest. “What if we didn’t swap back right away?”Just as hew as finished toggling, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring, as if he was thinking. Before he could say anything, I stopped him and asked

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. “Instead of just swapping our ages back… what if you took my real body for the whole week? You could go out into the world and actually be me. Go to my job at the warehouse, hang with my friends, live a real twenty-seven-year-old’s life.”

Kevin blinked, his borrowed young face flashing surprise. “Gio… that’s a big step. I don’t want to take advantage—”

“You’re not,” I cut in, stepping closer. “I’m offering. You seemed really happy just now, and I didn’t exactly hate being older. We can’t stay age swapped forever since we both have real lives to get back to this week, but there’s nothing saying we can’t fill in for each other. Why not let the fun last a little longer?”

He hesitated, fully wanting to take me up on it, but his eyes searching my older face for any sign of doubt. They didn’t find any. Finally, he let out a slow breath. “Alright. If you’re really sure.”

He adjusted the settings on the Chronovac, the blue light pulsing brighter. “Full body swap it is.”

The hum was deeper this time, almost electric, vibrating through my bones. A rushing sensation pulled at every part of me—bones, skin, muscle, even the rhythm of my heartbeat and the flicker of memories at the edge of my mind. When it finally stopped, I was staring at myself from across the room.

Perfect copy. My face, my build, my tattoos, even the small scar above my left eyebrow from that bad sparring session two years ago. Kevin was now me, completely.

And I was him.

Every inch of Kevin’s sixty-one-year-old body—which I had to admit was far more impressive than the sixty-one-year-old version of me had been—was now mine.

He flexed my fingers, rolled my shoulders, and grinned with my mouth. “Holy shit. This feels… fantastic. Your body feels so much more sensitive than mine. I feel so fucking horny right now.”

My original frame was a bit shorter than the twenty-seven-year-old version he’d just had, but he seemed to love the difference in build. As I watched him move around my apartment, testing the lighter, more agile limbs, something hot and unnameable stirred deep in my gut. I couldn’t quite place it, but I liked that he was me now. It was distinctly different from the age swap. This… this was him pretending to be me. Knowing he would go see my friends later, talk like me, move like me, live my life—it made my thicker cock twitch with a rush I wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

We parted ways again, except this time I went back to Kevin’s apartment and he stayed in mine.

Even though it was only Sunday night at 9 pm by the time we’d finished the full body swap, Kevin had clearly wasted no time. I had barely settled onto his couch — still getting used to the weight of his broader frame and the way his legs stretched out longer than mine used to — when I heard the front door of my apartment open and close next door. Then voices. A girl’s light laugh, followed by Kevin’s — my — voice, smooth and confident, saying something low that made her giggle again.

I sat there in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window, and listened.

The sounds were unmistakable.

Low laughter turning into soft moans. The rustle of clothes hitting the floor. The rhythmic creak of my bed as they moved onto it. Her gasps growing sharper, breathier. And his deep voice — my voice — encouraging her, telling her how good she felt, how tight she was, how he wanted to hear her moan louder.

He fucked her hard and loud.

The headboard started banging steadily against the shared wall, each thrust punctuated by her cries and his low, satisfied grunts. I could picture it perfectly: my younger, athletic body moving with that cocky new energy he’d already picked up, hips snapping forward, sweat glistening on my old skin.

I sat on Kevin’s couch, heart pounding, something strange and warm stirring deep in my gut. He was fucking as me.

My hand moved almost on its own. I reached down, pushed aside the loose sweatpants I was wearing, and wrapped my fingers around Kevin’s cock — thicker, heavier than mine had been, already half-hard from listening. I started stroking slowly at first, matching the rhythm I could hear through the wall.

As Kevin picked up the pace next door, I picked up mine.

Every time the headboard slammed against the wall, I stroked in unison. His groans grew deeper, more urgent. The girl was practically whimpering now, begging him not to stop. My own breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling heavily in this older body.

When Kevin finally came — letting out a loud, guttural groan that echoed through the thin walls, followed by the sound of him bracing himself against the wall with one hand to steady himself — I came too.

Hot spurts landed across my stomach and chest, thick and warm. I bit back a groan of my own, thighs tensing as the orgasm rolled through me, leaving me panting in the dark.

For a long minute afterward, I just sat there, cum cooling on my skin, listening to the muffled sounds of them catching their breath, soft laughter, the murmur of voices. Then the apartment next door went quiet.

I looked down at the mess on Kevin’s stomach — my stomach now — and let out a slow, shaky breath.

This was only the first night.

—

A week — and what sounded like numerous fuck sessions with different girls and guys — later, Kevin knocked on my door again — or rather, on his old door this time.

He looked a little sheepish but energized, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he couldn’t quite decide whether to smile or look guilty. My face looked good on him — flushed from whatever workout or adventure he’d just come from, eyes bright.

“Time to swap back?” he asked, rubbing the back of my neck with a familiar gesture.

I shook my head, smiling with Kevin’s calm, older face. The expression felt natural now, steady and knowing. “Nah. You’re welcome to stay like that a bit longer if you want.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and young coming from my throat. “I appreciate it, Gio, but I wouldn’t want to do that to you — steal your youth like that. It’s generous, but no. Let’s get you back in your body.”

We swapped back. I had to admit, being back in my twenty-seven-year-old frame felt good — though I’d miss something about being Kevin, thats for sure.

So before he left, I just had to ask, “Hey… can I hang on to the Chronovac for a little while? Just to understand it a bit more.”

Kevin hesitated only a second, then handed it over. “Sure. Just… be careful with it. And bring it back when you’re done.”

The next night, alone in my apartment, I powered the device on and scrolled through the advanced options until I found the personality settings. I selected Kevin’s profile and made careful adjustments: a strong, growing craving for youth. A quiet voice in his head that would make him regret turning down the offer. I hit confirm.

Less than twenty-four hours later, there was an urgent knock on my door.

Kevin stood there, eyes wide, breathing a little fast. My body looked tense on him, shoulders tight, like he’d been pacing before he worked up the nerve to come over.

“Gio… I changed my mind,” he said, voice low and urgent. “I want to swap again. Please. Just for a little while longer. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest, and raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. “Really? I thought you didn’t want to steal my youth.”

He flushed, shifting on his feet, my face turning a shade darker. “Oh please, I didn't really say that, did I? Come on, man. I was being polite before. I want this. I need it.”

I watched him for a moment, enjoying the hunger in his eyes — hunger I’d put there.

Then I picked up the Chronovac, adjusted the settings back to full body swap, and held it between us.

“Alright,” he said. “If you’re sure.”

The device hummed to life again.

—

A few days later, while he was out “being me” at the gym, I opened the Chronovac again. This time I went deeper into the personality settings. I dialed up the cockiness — just a notch at first. Made him a little more arrogant about how good he looked now, how much attention he got, how naturally the role of young, hot boxer fit him. I added a strong, swelling desire not just to be young, but to be me — to own my life completely.

I hit confirm and waited.

It didn’t take long to see the changes.

He started walking with more swagger when he passed my door. He’d knock, lean against the frame with my arms crossed, and smirk with my mouth like he owned the hallway. “Fuck, man, it is so easy to get laid as you,” he’d say, voice dripping with new confidence. “Girls at the gym are practically throwing themselves at me. Some of your boxing buddies keep checking me out on the DL too — I fucked that guy Connor actually. He's in the closet and apparently loves the taste of your cock.”

I’d just smile with Kevin’s calm, older face and nod. “Glad you’re enjoying it.”

One evening, we ran into each other in the building gym and I asked casually, “You ready to swap back soon?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, no way. Sorry, I’m having way too much fun. Can we stay like this just a bit longer?”

I played it up after that. Every few days I’d sigh and tell him I really wanted my body back, that I missed my own routine, my friends, my fights. He’d get this desperate look in my eyes and start begging.

“Come on, Gio, please,” he’d say, stepping closer, voice low and urgent. “Just a little more time. I need this. You don’t understand how good it feels. I’ll do anything — just don’t make me give it back yet.”

The more I pretended to hesitate, the more he begged. It was addictive watching him squirm inside my skin.

And every single night, without fail, he came home with another fuckable young guy or girl. Each time I lay there in Kevin’s bed in the dark, listening through the thin walls, a warm thrill would roll through my borrowed body. I’d hear my own voice commanding some girl to take it deeper, rough and confident, or sometimes a guy’s low groan calling him a good boy while he got fucked harder.

I’d lie there stroking Kevin’s thicker cock slowly, letting the sounds wash over me.

I liked watching “Gio” own my life. No — I loved it.

One quiet evening, after another marathon session next door, I decided it was time to push further.

I picked up the Chronovac and went all in on Kevin’s profile. I cranked the craving until it was overwhelming: an all-consuming need to be me forever.

Then I waited.

Two nights later, I woke up to a faint noise in the living room. I got up, moving with Kevin’s heavier steps, and found him — my body, my face — crouched by the coffee table where I’d left the device. He had it in his hands. Before I could say anything, he raised it high and smashed it hard against the edge of the table. Plastic cracked. The blue ring flickered once and died.

He looked up at me, eyes wild with triumph and lust.

For a second I just stood there, staring at him —chest heaving, sweat already glistening on my old skin from the adrenaline. He had made it permanent.

And it turned me on so fucking much I couldn’t think straight.

I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and shoved him back against the wall. “You little shit,” I growled with Kevin’s deep, authoritative voice, pretending to be furious even as my cock thickened in my borrowed sweatpants. “You really think you can steal my life? What the fuck!?”

He grinned — my grin, sharp and defiant — and didn’t even try to push me away.

I spun him around, pressing his chest to the wall, yanking his shorts down with one rough hand. “You’re such a greedy, selfish piece of shit,” I snarled hotly against his ear, freeing my thicker, heavier cock. It was already leaking, the fat head slick as I rubbed it up and down his crack, teasing his hole. “Stealing my youth, my face, my tight fucking ass… acting like you own it now.”

He moaned loudly, pushing back against me with desperate hunger, his hole twitching against the head of my cock. “Do it,” he gasped, voice cracking with need.

I didn’t need more invitation.

I shoved inside him raw and deep, one hard thrust that made us both groan. He was tight, hot, and already rocking back to meet every stroke. I fucked him right there against the wall, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced beside his head.

“Fuck… you feel that?” I growled between savage thrusts, my voice thick and ragged with lust. “That’s what you get for thinking you could just take what’s mine. Stealing my cock, my life, my fucking future—now you’re getting fucked by the old man whose body you trapped me in.” He was whimpering, pushing back harder, his own cock—my cock—leaking steadily against the wall as I railed him. “Yes—fuck yes—keep going,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Harder. Ruin me. I don’t care—I made it permanent because I needed this. Needed to be you. Needed your life.”

The confession, the sheer filthy greed in his words, sent a white-hot spike of arousal through me. I fucked him even harder, deeper, grinding against his prostate with every brutal snap of my hips. The knowledge that there was no way back—that he had destroyed any chance of returning—made the pleasure darker, more intense. I was trapped in Kevin’s mature, powerful body, balls-deep in my own stolen young form, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I didn’t last long. The tight clench of his ass, the way my own body was milking me so perfectly, the raw, taboo thrill of it all pushed me over the edge fast.

With a deep, guttural roar I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside him, pulsing again and again in thick, heavy ropes. I flooded my own stolen body with Kevin’s load, filling him until it started leaking out around my cock with every shallow thrust.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat, my cock still twitching inside him as the last spurts drained out.

Then he turned his head just enough to smirk at me over his shoulder—my own face flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with satisfaction and filthy victory.

“Worth it,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “So fucking worth it.”

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

In front of the computer appeared a t-shirt for the Cardinals. Jeff put it on hurriedly eager for the changes to happen, shaking of excitement. At first, nothing happened, making him wonder what is going on until....

Jeff started breathing heavily, each breath making his pecs expand and start stretching the Cardinals logo on the t-shirt, showing off his definition. His stomach started quickly developing a six pack, making him cringe in painful pleasure as each muscle developed. Next his biceps and arms began enlarging, stretching the t-shirt's sleeves almost enough to burst.

As Jeff's butt began to firm and take more athletic shape, his legs began expanding greatly, making it easier for him to run bases at breakneck speed. His crotch then starts to ache painfully while his testicles enlargen to accommodate his needs for testosterone. Jeff moans while it feels like he's getting a blow job....meanwhile his cock is expanding rapidly, wave after wave, until it reaches 10" erect.

Jeff's hair now begins to retract into his head and change color, leaving him with a short haircut with newly blonde hair. His face painfully changes to give him a sharper jawline, while his neck thickens to match. His eyes change to a dark blue color while both his ears become pierced with small studs. A pair of Oakley sunglasses then appear over his eyes, while tattoos appear on both of his arms, visible just below the arms of the t-shirt. On his left arm is the number 23 in large print; on his right arm is a large tribal tattoo that extends down his arm and up over the shoulder.

A pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs then appear on his body, followed by a pair of tan cargo shorts, barely covering up the definition of his cock. A pair of red and white Adidas shoes and no-show socks appear as well.

Jeff grabs his head as he feels shooting pains all over his body as he learns his new identity and how to play baseball in the Majors. He now realizes he's 25 years old, a player for the Cardinals, number 23, a short stop and star home-run hitter. He's getting ready to leave the house for the stadium, where he will be playing the most important game of the year. While not on the field, he's not a traditional clean cut baseball player, but instead pushes the envelope with his tattoos and jock attitude.

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

After about a minute, he feels tingly, as he looks down, and the uniform isn't big on him any more. Now the pants are the right size. He lifts them up to see that his legs have sprouted lots of hair. Jeff then runs to the bathroom, as he feels his chest expanding outward. He lifts up his coat to see that he now has nicely rounded pecs, and his stomach has expanded a bit to give him a tiny beer gut. He feels powerful as his arms begin to expand, and huge muscles appear on them. He looks to his neck, as it thickens, and hair begins to grow on it, which travels up to his face, giving him a bit of stubble. His jaw becomes prominent, his eyes go stone gray. He looks at his somewhat long hair as it falls out, and dark brown hair presses through, short on the sides, but a bit longer on the top.

The transformation finishes as little red dots appear on his face. They become a but bigger, and become zits.

Jeff now looks like the ideal military person.