TF & Swap Short Stories

For many people Easton seemed like just your average dude. He has medium brown hair, a regular body shape, average height and was always flirting with women in his free time. But to Carson he was none of that. Easton was a spoiled brat who got pushed by his parents to graduate college, he didn’t work hard for his grades like Carson did, he didn’t spend time studying for test to know all the answers like Carson had to, hell he didn’t even have to struggle with finding a love life. Every girl on campus seemed to swoon over Easton but Carson on the other hand was seemingly the only gay man attending the whole college.

Carson sat in his dorm preparing for his finals. He knew that he’d need almost perfect marks in all his test if he wanted to stay in contention for Valedictorian. He knew that his best bet was to pull out his textbooks and notes and review all the material he could to prepare but upon checking his bag he realized he’d forgotten his textbooks in the lecture hall. It was way too late for him to get them so he had to settle for running to the library and borrowing one till test were over

He grabbed his coat and set on his way down to the Main Street so he could get the books. A light drizzle set through the night sky as Carson took swift steps down the road. He found any and every awning he could to stay as dry as possible but as he got closer and closer to the library the drizzle became a rain and then a full blown thunderstorm. Carson had no choice but to dip into whatever open store he could find first.

He walked another few minutes until he stumbled across a shop with dim lights on the store front. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the store in his years in the town but chose to go in anyway in attempts to avoid the rain. Upon entering the shop he saw the same dim lighting lit the store. He walked down the aisles and realized he seemed to have stumbled into an antique shop.

“This way” Carson turned his head to the left to see where the voice had come from but saw nobody in his vicinity. He had assumed it was an employee in another isle and continued looking around. After another 10 or so steps he heard it again “Behind you” and immediately swiveled his body around to see nothing yet again. He decided to get out of the aisle and go to the register to speak to an employee about the store.

Carson made his way to the register but found no employee to be found. He decided to wait a few minutes but still had yet to see a sign of any other human in the store. He walked over to the window to see if the rain had stopped. As he looked out the window he was greeted by the voice again “Below you”. Carson looked down to discover a small play set filled with 2 dolls, some clothes and items. On top of it layed a note. “Change their destiny”. He picked up the play set and examined it “how did you speak to me? And how did you end up on the floor behind me?”

He sat there staring at the player confused by its presence when without any warning he was grabbed on the shoulders “The play set has chosen you, write the names of those you want to change and control their fate” he looked back to see an old man whispering in his ear “Jesus Christ a warning next time please. Who are you and what do you mean control their fate?” Carson asked. The man simply replied “It doesn’t matter who I am. The play set has chosen you and you must now fulfill its request. It’s free of charge and I suggest you think carefully to your choices”

Carson again stared at the man “that’s great and all but what I really need is a text book? Do you happen to have any I can look at or buy while I’m waiting the rain out?” To which the man replied simply “I think you’ll find that you won’t need a textbook. And the rain has ended and with that the store will be closing so I’m going to ask you leave” before starting to push Carson out the door. He gave one last warning “Be careful with your choices as each only works once” before shutting the door and locking it.

Carson stared at the shop before checking his phone and seeing it was 10:57pm, there was no way he would make it to the library before it closed and then back to his dorm with enough energy to study. He accepted defeat and carried his newly acquired play set back to his room. Upon arriving he set it down and opened the play set to reveal the insides. On each side was one doll, in the middle was a crate with a note atop “Grab each doll and write their name to change their fate”.

At this point Carson was too tired to play with a child’s playset. He figured if he couldn’t study he may as well sleep and be well rested for his test. He got undressed and sat in bed. He fell asleep whilst mentally preparing himself for his test but once asleep started dreaming about Easton. His brain focused on Easton and then on Himself. And at the end of the dream he saw the tags from the dolls. On the tags were two names, Easton and Carson. Carson wake up and looked at his alarm clock. 4:31 am, he still had 3 hours till he needed to wake up but all he could focus on was the dolls and him and Eastons names on the tags.

He sat up and got out of bed figuring he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he had checked. He walked over to the play set to check and found both dolls sitting in the same positions but now both had name tags on them. One named Easton and one named Carson. He stared at the dolls attempting not to freak out and trying to convince himself this was yet another dream. He picked up the doll that said Carson and examined it, he hated to admit it but it did look oddly like him but that must just have been coincidence.

He put the doll back down before opening the crate. Inside were 6 items. A Book, A Collar, A Leash, A Shaker, a Rainbow and a heart that had been broken into 2 pieces. He took the items out and set the on the table. At the bottom of the crate were 2 outfits. One consisted of a polo shirt with tight pants with a fancy belt and some dress loafers. The other consisted of a tank top and shorts. He stared at the items and clothing before grabbing the 2 dolls. He thought about the man’s words that each item could only be used once.

He stared at the items before picking up the book and examining it. it looked just like his textbook he had forgotten in the lecture hall. He questioned how and why it looked exactly like it but decided to give it to his doll so he could at least pretend he had it. Upon setting the book on the dolls lap he heard a clicking noise as if someone had locked something. He then saw the boom start to disappear in front of his very eyes before he was greeted by a sudden headache. He tried to rationalize what had just happened, how had the boom just suddenly disappear from in front of his face? Why did he have a headache out of no where?.

But suddenly he realized what had happened. He had used the book and now to ensure it wasn’t used again it had vanished. But that didn’t account for his headache. He chose to not think much about it and instead go back to the items. He next picked up the shaker. It looked like the kind you make a protein shake in and by no means was he the type of person to have one of those. He chose to give it to the Easton doll instead figuring it was only fair to give each one item. Again there was a clicking noise before he watched the shaker vanish. His next two items were a leash and a collar. He had no clue why dolls would need either of these without an animal being present but decided to give them each on anyway. He gave his doll the leash and the Easton doll received the collar. Once again a Click before both items vanished.

He went to grab the rainbow when he heard his phone ding. It was a message from Easton “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new fucking workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better at this type shit”. That was weird? Easton didn’t workout from his knowledge and he definitely never called him bro let alone text him in general. He put his phone back down before grabbing the rainbow. He looked at it and thought about what doll should receive it. He decided to give it to Easton because Carson already had a rainbow with him being that he was gay so why not give Easton a rainbow of some sort. Click and vanish, only one item left.

Carson grabbed the heart and saw the 2 broken pieces. He figured since it was broke into 2 separate pieces maybe he’d be able to give one piece to each doll. He attempted figuring of it didn’t work the pieces wouldn’t vanish anyways so why not try. He placed one piece onto each doll and heard a final Click before watching both pieces vanish. He then looked at the 2 dolls sitting in their respective areas. He suddenly focused in on the Easton doll, something about it drawing his attention.

He stared at the Easton dolls perfect face shape, the Easton doll also had huge muscles unlike the Carson doll. But something else was going on, almost as if it made him think of the real Easton and how hot he was… no that couldn’t be. Easton was his rival and he was also straight no way would Carson find him hot… right? The way his chest filed his shirt and his smile seemed to light up a room. Was Carson in love with Easton?

Carson sat there trying to deny his sudden feeling towards Easton when his phone went off. “MESSAGE FROM BABE: Can’t wait to see you after my morning gym session :D doing my best I can to please my boyfriend and become his ideal man type shit- E “ Carson stared at the message in disbelief, who was BABE? He was single no? He immediately unlocked his phone to look and see the message. Upon opening it he saw something that caught his eye, in the same message thread was the message “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better”… the same exact one Easton had sent earlier.

“There’s no way… Easton was straight last time I checked??? He was flirting with girls yesterday morning but now all a sudden I feel like I’ve been dating him for years?” He looked down at his phone again. SHIT it was 8:13 and he had class in 17 minutes, he dropped his phone on the table and immediately got dressed before sprinting to his class leaving everything behind in his dorm. Upon entering his class he started to freak out remembering he hadn’t studied. But as he took the test he realized he’d known everything on it like it was child’s play… the book. He gave himself knowledge of everything in the textbook when he gave his doll the book.

It the clicked to him that the items truly were changing fates. The book made him smarter and the heart made him love Easton. The rainbow made Easton gay and the heart made him love Carson, the shaker made him obsessed with the gym. And the collar and leash chose who was the submissive one and who was dominant.

Whilst Carson was figuring this out the now jacked Easton decided to leave the gym. He decided he was going to go visit Carson at his dorm, Carson hadn’t responded to any of his texts due to his phone being left in the dorm and Easton wanted to make sure he was okay. Easton entered the dorm to find no signs of Carson but he did find his phone. He walked over to pick it up when he discovered the 2 dolls that looked just like him and Carson. He saw the clothes on the table next to the and deciding to play a funny joke on Carson, obviously Easton was the jock so he should wear the tank top and shorts so why not put those on Carson instead. It was just a harmless prank in his eyes not like it would affect anything.

Easton grabbed the Carson doll and slipped it into the shorts and tank top. Carson on his way back from class heard the click before suddenly watching his clothes transform into that of the outfit left in his dorm. He looked around too see if anyone had noticed his clothes magically changing in front of his eyes but to his shock everyone acted as if Carson had always been wearing them. It clicked in his head that someone must’ve put the outfit on his doll and he started sprinting back to his dorm to try and stop them from doing anything else.

Easton then grabbed his doll and grabbed the polo and tight pants. He slipped his doll into them admiring how they hugged his dolls body. Carson proceeded to hear another click before realized something else had changed. He was only another 2 minute sprint from his dorm he knew he had to hurry. Easton on the other hand stood up as his clothes magically changed. His shirt become a polo shirt the hugged his chest tightly showing off every single muscle in his body. His pants transformed into a pair of tight dress pants that accentuated his plump bubble butt. His feet grew 2 sizes as penny loafers started to form around his feet. His legs expanded causing him to go from 5’8 to 6’2 as a belt formed to cause his pants from slipping . He stared at his new clothing in the mirror trying to figure out what about him had changed but unable to notice a difference. He ended up farting and laughed at himself for doing so.

Carson whipped open the door to find a buff Easton in preppy looking clothes standing in front of him. Easton immediately ran over to him and grabbed Carson lifting him off the ground “HOLY SHIT DUDE I MISSED YOU! IM GLAD YOUR BACK SO I CAN BE YOUR GOOD FUCKING BOY AND PLEASE YOU”. Carson sat there squeezed by the himbo… what was going on?? Had fate really changed fully. “Easton be a good boy and put me down!” Easton dropped Carson onto his feet. Carson immediately sprinted to his desk where he had left the play set “EASTON WHERE DID YOU PUT THE PLAYSET” he yelled as he found no remains of it “ummm I’m sorry babe I have no clue? I think I was at the gym type shit not playing with a play set?”.

Carson immediately turned and faced Easton “You definitely touched it cause we’re wearing the clothes I left next to the dolls!!” But Easton only stared back at him “umm babe I know you’re like the smart one usually but I think you’re confused… we always dress like this my dude?”. Carson stared at him in disbelief. Was he being serious? Did he really think he’d always dressed like that, did he truly think he only ever wore Tight Polos and dress pants? Penny Loafers and Belts? that he’d actually been at the gym all morning? There was surely no way and Carson knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

He grabbed his phone and hugged the Himbo goodbye before running back to the main street to find the shop. Easton stood there smiling at the kiss before scratching his crotch and taking a sniff. He walked down the whole street until he finally reached the place where it had been last night but when he arrived he saw an abandoned building. He walked up to the store from thinking surely they’d just closed overnight and that someone must be inside packing. But on the door was a note. “The fates have been changed. You’ll now succeed at being valedictorian as your competitor has seemingly never been the threat you say he was. He’s now just your dumb himbo boyfriend, he dresses in tight clothing to show you his muscles and he does anything he can to please you. Enjoy your new fate”

Carson stared at the note before looking up. He had what he wished for in becoming valedictorian and having less struggles with love life but at what cost? Changing reality around his will and making his only rival into the dumbest, hottest most perfect man of the campus?

He made his way back to the dorm to find Easton sitting in the couch. He turned to look at Carson “ Brooo welc-BURRRRRRRRPPPP-ome back. Man that one was fucking gnarly right babe!” Said Easton as he stood up. It’s as if he was getting dumber by the minute but that don’t matter to Carson. In his word Easton was still his perfect himbo boyfriend no matter how smart he was. Easton picked up Carson and carried him to the couch where he set him down “Look babe it’s that nerdy shit you like watching” Easton said with glee in his eyes ready to make Carson happy

The two sat on the couch watching tv, Easton slowly moving his leg towards Carson. He finally made a move and wrapped his leg around Carson s leg using it to pull him closer. Easton started wrestling around with Carson before eventually pulling down his tight dress pants and letting a massive PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT right onto Carson’s face “LETS FUCKING GO THAT SHITS GNARLY AINT IT BABE! REEKS IN HERE TYPE SHIT” Said Easton. Carson coughed on Easton’s fart before finally spurting out “Yea *cough cough* gnarly is the right word for that”. “HELL YEA BRO ALL THAT PROTEIN YOU MAKE ME EAT TO MAKE MY ASS LOOK NICE FOR YOU GIVES ME SOME NASTY FUCKING PROTEIN FARTS” as he lifted his leg and PPPFFFFFFTTTTT again.

Easton stood up and unbuckled his belt and took off his penny loafers before kicking his feet up on the table “MAN MY FEET REEK. NASTY AND SWEATY TYPE SHIT BABE! YOU WANNA DRINK SOME OF MY SWEAT?” He said before farting a long 20 second fart. “MAN AM I A FUCKING GAS DEMON OR WHAT BABE! I KNOW YOU LIKE MY FARTS TYPE SHIT”

Carson took a deep inhale as he sat there with his dumb himbo boytoy snuggling on the couch. He couldn’t imagine going back to a life without his giant oaf of a boyfriend and he wished he’d never have to.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story, I tried my best for the request given which was “Straight to Gay, Himbo and Preppy transform in one” by @suitzandloafers

As always feel free to let me know what you thought of the story! Any critiques and criticism are welcome as I want to improve :D

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You couldn’t believe it. You had won an online giveaway to meet an actor of your favorite anime Kinnikuman online, you hadn’t slept since!

Today was the day you finally got to meet them, you weren’t sure who it was gonna be. All you knew it was an actor for an anime so you presumed it was gonna be a voice actor. You hoped deep down it would be Kinniku Sugurus but were happy with whoever it’d be.

You felt a buzz in your pocket and pulled out your phone. You’d received a text from “MEETUP” telling to head to the address listed below, it was on a street you hadn’t heard of but figured it was probably a secluded road to keep the location a secret. You hopped in your car and started heading towards the location.

Upon turning onto the road you were met with a long wooded path with no other buildings around. You got an eerie vibe but couldn’t let it ruin the exciting meet and greet you were about to attend. At the end of the road layed a giant black box shaped building. No windows and only 1 door at the front. You hopped out the car and hobbled up before knocking on the door. The door creaked upon slowly sending a shiver down your spine. You slowly peaked in taking tiny steps into the dimly lit building.

*CRASH*

The door suddenly slammed behind you trapping you in the building. Lights flashed on blinding you. Suddenly you heard loud steps approaching you. You looked up to see Buffaloman??? A giant 3d Buffaloman was walking straight at you. He spoke in his Russian accent “Welcome boy to the Meet, your greeting will be a set of wrestling matches against me. You understand? Now go” but before you could even react Buffaloman ran at you pinning you to the ground. There was no way in hell you’d be able to beat him. 1-2-3 KO Buffalo man stood up cheering for himself before turning around and farting on your face. It smelt of beer cheese and started burning your nostrils. Suddenly the lights flashed and you found yourself in the corner again

ROUND 2 START

You jumped at the sight of Buffaloman sprinting full speed at you, you tried to run to the side but immediately tripped as if your legs no longer worked. You looked down to see massive tee trunk like legs connected to your body. Unaware of how they got there you tried to think what could’ve given you such muscle legs but suddenly Buffaloman sat his butt straight on your face *BRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP* again knocking you out.

ROUND 3 START

This time you looked down immediately to see that you now had huge arms, you decided that the only thing you could possibly do was try fighting back. You tried sprinting full speed at him but you both collided. Your lack of a chest meant you took the brunt of the damage. You feel backwards before you were met with the same fate as the previous 2 rounds. He squatted over you “Your getting closer but still a ways away Kini” *FRTTTTTTTTTTTT FRRRRRTTTT* one into each nostril

ROUND 4 START

This time you noticed you now had a muscular chest. You looked and realized what was happening, your body was starting to match that of Kinnikus, that’s why he’d called you Kini. You sprinted at him this time being able to put up somewhat of a fight. It wasn’t until he locked you in his shoulder and burped in your face they you realized Buffaloman was still much to strong for you. You fell to the ground hugging whatever air you could before suddenly *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP* Buffalomans fart replaced all the air in front of you causing you to inhale his noxious gas causing you to pass out

ROUND 5 START

You opened your eyes ready for round 5 realizing your vision was different. You reached up to touch your face and were met with a horn like feature sprouting at the top. You realized you now had the body of Kinniku. You sprinted at Buffaloman realizing you now had your full power and headbutted him to the ground. He fell back and you immediacy ran over to pin him and fart on his face but before you could he kicked leg at the side causing you to also face plant. He pushed himself up and went to fart on your face causing you to lose yet another round.

ROUND 6 START

Something felt different about this round. You felt a pain in your stomach you’d yet to feel, was this what abs felt like you wondered. Buffaloman sprinted at you at full speed nearly pinning you to the ground but relight before he reached you your stomach made a sharp pain causing you to arch over holding your stomach before releasing a ginormous fart cloud *PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

It stunk of rotten sewage and immediately you looked up seeing buffaloman gag at the smell. The pain I your stomach now gone you decide to spring over before Facesitting on Buffaloman releasing yet another wet fart *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPP* straight atop him.

You stood up realizing you’d won the round finally

The voice of the announcer came over the intercom

*BZZZZT* That concludes our meet and greet, thank you for attending *BZZZZT*

Suddenly the walls of the building submerged into the ground. You turned around and the boxing ring and buffaloman were no where to be found. You looked around and realized nothing remained and that there was no more proof of the meet and greet happening.

Expect for one detail

Ugh I think I hear him trying to goad my husband into a burping contest. He’s really rubbing off on Jacob!

When the neighbor had come over and announced there had been a gas leak at his house Jacob immediately told him he was welcome to stay with you guys. It’s just the type of person he was. He knew the Frat bro would appreciate the gesture of being able to stay close to his classes still so it was no shock when he immediately agreed. Though there was one thing Jacob should’ve asked about… what type of gas leak was it?

Bradley came over with a bag of “Basic necessities” but all you saw from the glimpse you got was a pair of underwear, some lube and a pocket pussy. You immediately shook your head trying to ignore it remembering that it was only for a few days till the gas lines were fixed

You showed Bradley to the guest room letting him know you needed to head out to work but that Jacob would be around if he needed anything. You grabbed your bag and scurried out the door hoping to get away from the straight frat boy as soon as possible, the less you had to deal with him the better.

Bradley peered out the window making sure you were gone before getting to work, he looked around the house till he spotted Jacob in his home office working away at the computer. He was faced away from the door giving Bradley the perfect time to strike. He snuck up behind Jacob before tapping him on his shoulder scaring Jacob into turning around fast. Immediately as he turned around he was greeted by Bradley’s ass *FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT* straight up Jacob’s nostrils causing him to faint.

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You arrived home after a busy day at work just ready to eat whatever dinner Jacob had prepared before heading to bed. You walked through the front door to hear the world most disgusting sounding burp *BRUUUUUAAAAAPPPPPPP* come from the living room. You assumed it was Bradley till you heard him same “Nice one broski” and realized that it must’ve actually been Jacob. It was nothing you’d ever heard him do which sent confusion to your brain? Maybe it’s just him bonding with the neighbor.

You walked into the living room to hear Bradley relase a *PFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTT* straight into another man’s face, a face you’d never seen yet seemed familiar. Bradley turned and looked at you before smiling and winking at the man. “Just like we practiced bro”. Suddenly they both pounced at you

You were pinned to the ground by the Bradley before watching the other man stand above you and lower his ass, he stared at you “Hey babe! Wanna see a magic trick?” He lowered it down so his ass touched your nose. You sat there accepting there was no way you could over power both men, thinking about his choice of words? Was this man Jacob? He did somewhat resemble him but Jacob wasn’t that big?

PFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

You awoke a sat up scratching your belly, you couldn’t recall anything that had just happened. You lifted your leg and *BRAAPPPPPPPP* straight into the room before taking a big wiff and chuckling at the gnarly smell you just produced. Suddenly 2 men walked in and started talking to you, the words of the speaking man were hard to understand but from your jist you understood his name was Bradley and the man behind him was Jake. You were Thomas and they’d just rescued you from a horrible future. Jake walked up and gave you a kiss on the lips before burping into your mouth.

Something about the burp suddenly caused you to feel somewhat smarter. You listed to Bradley as he talked again. You learned that he’d been planning to start a new sector of his frat house next door but couldn’t get any recruits so he used the excuse of a gas leak to help convert some unlucky souls into his new frat bros. You cranked your head trying to figure out how someone would even be able to do that *PFFFFTTTTTT* chalking it up to just a story he was telling. He told you of his rank farts that were able to convert any man into a chubby gassy slob who’s so stupid all they knew how to do was obey their master. He told you that he was your master and it just made sense

You asked him if you would be able to meet the recruits and he just chuckled and laughed at you. You were too dumb to realize who had been the recruits….

Jake helped you to your feet before letting out a massive fart and kissing you. He told you how he loved being stinky and how he helped make you just like him. You didn’t know what he fully meant by that but you knew you loved him and would do anything to be with him. Bradley sat on the side and smiled knowing soon he’d have an army of gassy gay frat bros

You sat on the park bench staring at the skate park just a few hundred yards away from you. Filled with envy as you watched all the dudes skating around with their bros, farting and burping non stop whilst having the time of their lives. You wished you could’ve experienced a life like that but instead you were thrown into your family business at 18 and have been stuck there for the past 20 years. You woke up every morning immediately going to work and by the time you were done the sun was staring to set. You felt trapped in the boring office lifestyle.

Your day off usually included going for a walk but never towards the skate park. You felt drawn here today but all it did was disappoint you as it felt like it was a way of the universe flaunting you with what you didn’t have. As you sat at the bench you looked down to the side and saw a black bat left behind. It looked like it had been soaked in sweat and worn a lot. You picked it up and examined it. A black cap with red embellishment that stunk of sweat covered by cans of Axe body spray. You don’t know why but you felt inclined to but the hat on.

You slid the hat onto your head immediately finding yourself in a completely different location. You looked down to see a skateboard in your hand, something you’d never owned let alone held. You quickly looked up to see a bunch of dudes aged 18-20 around you. You didn’t know why you were hear but you knew that it felt right. You suddenly felt a rumbling in your stomach before lifting your leg and *PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT* letting out a massive 12 second fart smelling of cheap booze and greasy food.

Your mates yelling at you with awe of how amazing that last fart was, but your stomach disagreeing by continuing to release tiny but deadly farts every few seconds. You leaned over still not fully aware what had changed and why you don’t remember where or who you were but only that you belonged. You looked over at your mates before letting out one last *BRAPPPPPPPP*

“Oye bruvs I think I just shit myself” before grabbing your board and running to the nearest McDonald’s, a place the old you wouldn’t dare to visit. But the new you had no recollection of that life. You sprinted to the toilet letting out gnarly ass bombs on the way, leaving your skateboard out side as you sat on the toilet. Yoh pulls out your phone whilst you shit and started taking photos to send to your mates. Showing off your stinky new feet and fart videos. You couldn’t remember anything but knew this was your new life.

You left the McDonald’s with toilet paper stuck to your shoes as you headed towards your new home completely forgetting about your previous life. The skateboard left forgotten outside the shop faintly starting to flow, ready to transform its next victim into a hot gassy bro.

You sat in your house immediacy opening up a hidden compartment and pulling out your bong. You took a hit something you were unsure how you knew how to do but still were able to. You lifted your leg letting out a room filling fart that caused you to relase a deep chuckle. You called your mates telling em to come home and smoke and jerk off after they’re done skating. While you waited you walked over to the shower and threw your dirty trousers into the tub. You weren’t exactly sure what the shower was when you’d rented the condo but assumed it was just a glorified laundry basket. You waited on the cum stained couch sniffing your armpits and feet enjoying your new life of a jobless 20 year old alpha. All you had to do was make faggots submit your you online. You enjoyed how easy your life was and wouldn’t change a bloody thing

Pretty privilege. It was the saying Issac lived by and used to navigate his daily life. He was convinced that he deserved anything he wanted because in his eyes he was the hottest man to walk the planet and it was only fitting such a sight like himself were treated to the best. That mentality didn’t disappear no matter where he went.

The evening sun was slowly setting as Issac made his way back from the local theater he’d been volunteering at. He’d been given a main role in the city’s summer play and knew it was the perfect opportunity for him to show off his beauty. Though the hours were long and tiring he knew showing off his looks were worth the effort he’d “painstakingly” put in. Around 6:45 he’d started leaving when he’d realized just how hungry he’d become after spending the day practicing. He reached into his bag to see if he’d packed any quick snacks but was unable to find anything of use, not even a wallet.

He decided he’d just rush home but without a wallet to pay for a train ticket he knew he’d be walking for at least the next hour. He started his trek down the street but after only 20 or so minutes he’d grown too famished to continue. He turned to the next street and walked into a small corner store. He quickly headed to the back away from the counter in hopes of being able to grab a quick snack without being caught. He reached onto the shelf and grabbed himself a protein bar quietly unwrapping it after confirming there were no cameras nearby.

Just as he took a bite he heard a door handle rustle as a large man stepped out of the office. He’d immediately made eye contact with Issac noting the snack he was currently consuming

“Did you pay for that boy”

“Yes! Obviously I’d payed for it sir”

“Your trembling, are you lying to me boy”

“No sir I’m not lying”

“So if I go back in the office and check the camera I’ll find you at the front register paying before eating?”

“Ughhh fine. No I didn’t pay and why should someone like me have to pay? Do you see what I look like. It’s not easy to look like this when I’m hungry and haven’t ate. So what I stole a 2$ protein bar you probably make that in 5 minutes. So let’s just let me go. It’s my human right to eat especially”

“Is that so? You think you’re better than everyone just cause of you you look. Let’s see how you feel about that in a second”

The man walked back in the office swiftly returning with a blue powder which he immediately blew over Issac knocking him unconscious.

Upon waking up Issac immediately noticed a fowl smell emanating nearby. He’d went to lift himself off the floor and was immediately met by extra pressure. He looked down to see he was now barely clothed with only his underwear remaining. Weighing minimum an extra 150 pounds Issac immediacy started to freak out. Suddenly he heard a noise in front of him. The man from earlier swiveled his chair to face Issac.

“I see your finally awake and realizing you now look much more handsome if I do say so myself. You see when you made your comments earlier I couldn’t help but think about how egotistical you were so I thought I’d teach you a lesson. You see your new body is that of my son Rodger. He’s a great kid who I sadly fucked over with my genes and couldn’t help him live the life he wanted. So when you made your comments earlier I decided it was time to enact a plan I had thought of long ago”

Issac tried to scream at the man but was met with pure silence

“Ahh you must be confused why you can’t make a sound. Let me explain boy. You see I decided that your body was hot even if not for my personal taste and I decided I’d finally give Rodger the life he deserved. So when I blew the powder in your face I called Rodger over and finally tried a spell I learned. It worked and I’d successfully swapped your bodies. But with that I also was able to make it so you’d never be able to mention the swap to anyone. Anytime you try and speak about the swap you’ll find pure silence is the only thing you can make. Writing will not help you either as you’ll find yourself unable to control your hands”

Issac looked around trying to find anything that could help him escape this new body. He screamed at the man in frustration at his new ugly body not being up to his standards and how his life was now ruined.

The man shrugged off everything Issac had said.

“If you want to live in this world and pay back for your misfortunes you’ll have to work for it. I can only assume that protein bar is the least bit of “pretty privilege” you’ve used. If you want to return to normal you’re going to work for it. You’re taking Rodger’s job as my overnight custodian and will be working a 9pm-5am every night tidying up my store. If you do good maybe I’ll give you a different body. But fuck up and I’ll make that your permanent residence.”

The locker room door swung open, slamming into the tile wall behind it, cracking some of the older stain tiles behind it. Pushing through open door and past one of the other wrestlers waiting for that match was an enraged Dio. The pale-skinned and toned Asian college student had spent years training both his body and mind for wrestling, learning different techniques requiring both muscle and skill. Dio was the star wrestler for his college's league and was just a step away from reaching the national tournament, one last match. And that last step was a slippery one, which he found out the hard way.

Just moments before, Dio was preparing for his bout against his opponent, Brad, a wrestler from the rival college in his white singlet with blue trim. His short dirty blonde hair and muscled body, but definitely not as fit as Dio. What caught Dio off guard before the fight was how sweaty Brad had been. His opposition looked like he had spent the day sweating in a sauna rather than wrestling other dudes. But the sweat stains covered Brad from head to toe, dripping off of his nose, heavy stains underneath his arms, and even a bit in his buttcrack. No homo of course, he was just sizing up the competition.

Dio had no time to think about that though, as his final match was about to begin. This was it, his make or break moment of getting to nationals. He could feel his heart pounding. Dio and Brad squared up against one another, the ref getting to the side of the two. The wrestlers gave each other a light slap of their hands for a before-match "good game" and sweat splashed off of Brad's hand. The two got low, waited..... *TWEEEEET* this ref's whistle sounded off.

Dio moved quickly to grap his opponent, hoping to get a quick, clean grab to take his opponent to the ground, ending this match quickly. He lunged, and the next thing he knew was that he was falling straight into his opponent. His hands that had grasped at Brad's sides had slipped off of the slick singlet and flown right past, causing Dio to lose his balance. Falling face first towards the open stained pit, Dio was quickly squished into the swamp-like material, just a wave of thick musk filling his nose, that soon clutched his face. Brad had taken advantage of Dio's misstep and wrapped his arm of the now pithuffing wrestler.

Brad had total control from this angle. In one swift movement, Brad brought Dio down low, fall prone on his back. Dio still reeling from the pitstink was dazed, allowing Brad to spin around and pin Dio. Unfortunately for Dio, it left him right underneath his opponent's well-defined ass, where the true swamp-stench lied. Swamp Ass filled every breath of Dio's and he couldn't help but start coughing from the overwhelming scent. Dio started flailing underneath Brad, his hand hitting the mat several times. The ref saw this and the fit Dio was having and took this as a signal of giving up. The ref blew on his whistle, declaring Brad the winner.

And just like that, his chances of reaching nationals was over. Brad got up as the crowd cheered, the ref showing off the winner and the wrestler advancing his college onward. There on the ground lay Dio, his singlet covered in the sweat and stink of Brad. Everything he had worked for, gone because some idiot couldn't keep himself from sweating like a fucking pig!! His anger swelled within him and he stormed off to the locker room.

Jumping back to the present, Dio huffed and puffed while sitting on the bench of the locker room. The moments of the match replaying in his mind, over and over. Pissed off, Dio couldn't hold back anymore, swinging at a nearby locker with all his might. *BANG*

The only other wrestler in the room yelped at the sound. Dio turned to find the guy he pushed past earlier staring at the fit of rage, eyes wide and one hand holding his nose. "What are you staring at?!" Dio yelled, causing the scrawny freshman to flee from the room.

As he continued to breathe heavily, Dio continued to smell the sweat from Brad, the stain of his ass and pits lingering in his mind... wait. No, not in his mind. On his fucking singlet!! Dio looked down to see the heavy stains where Brad had grabbed and pinned him. The sweat had soaked into his own singlet and left that stench just stewing there. Dio, blinded with anger, began to tear and rip away at his college singlet. He needed the smell, the reminder of his failure, gone.

*RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIP*

Thread by thread, the singlet was torn asunder by Dio's strong hands. A grip that he had strengthened to better grap his opponents and never let go now being used to destroy the thing that he cared for most. The ultimate goal in his mind, now shredded in his hands.

In no time, Dio was free of the tight singlet, his breaths heavy but slowing down. Taking in what he had done, he... he had to do something. Something to get his chance at nationals back. Something to that gross, sweaty loser who took it everything away from him, who humiliated him!!

"My, my, my. After watching how that match turned out I'd be pissed off too," a seductive but almost mocking voice spoke from the side of the room. Dio turned his head and saw towards walking from around the corner where the toilets were was the short, scrawny little dude. Dio immediately started thinking how out of place this guy looked in the locker room; the soft lips, well-kept hair, the very revealing jockstrap and no other clothes. Like, Dio wasn't homophobic but this stereotypical twink was definitely not what he wanted to deal with right now.

Dio grunted at the twink's words, just trying to get him to go away, but the twink continued, "I can see it all over your face right. You want to get back at that sweaty freak don't you. Just find some way to put him in his place." Dio's eyes narrowed in skepticism, "Yeah... what of it. Can't do anything now. Match is over. The team's done."

"Yes, unfortunately that part is true. Not much to do about that... but I can help deal with the one who caused your grief, aaaand get you a new outfit in the process." Dio can't help it but the twink has caught his attention. "Deal with him how exactly?" "Exactly the way he humiliated you, and maybe a bit more," the twink said flirtatiously, winking at Dio. He couldn't help himself, he was beyond angry at Brad and had to get revenge.

"Fine, I'm down for your offer. What's your plan and how much will it cost me?" "Oh no no no, no money needed. All I ask is that you enjoy yourself once it's done," the twink's smile grew wide and knowing of something beyond Dio's comprehension that made him shudder. But he nodded, he wanted this.so badly.

"Good, the plan is simple," the twink began walking over to a green gym bag that Dio hadn't noticed before. "All you have to do is drink this," the twink pulled out this small energy drink bottle. It was filled with a vibrant green fluid that oddly shimmered with a prismatic flash in the lighting, but really just looked like a standard sports drinks. "And once you've finished it, do what you do best. Wrestle. Wrestle and pin your opponent to the ground." Dio's minded wrestled with the confusion in this moment, how would an energy drink humiliate Brad at all? He started to believe it was too good to be true. The twink started to swing the bottle back and forth, "Tick tock, this is a limited time offer and your chance at revenge expires in... 3... 2.... 1-" Dio practically lept forward, snatching the bottle from the twink's weak grip. He popped off the cap and began to chug the drink down.

The taste of the drink was that of a very very strong green apple and cherry, and it was just far too sweet! The fruity taste and overwhelming sweetness Dio could only guess that there was an overload of sugar in the drink. As the drop fell into his mouth, he was expecting to feel a rush of energy but he began to feel increasingly warm. He looked at the twink smiling at him as his vision blurred. The bottle fell from his hand as he grew dizzy, his eyes unable to focus on much. He was going to try and yell for help or grab the twink but was struggling to do much.

"Oh you are going to have so much fun," said the twink before turning the corner to the other half of the locker room. Dio's eyes, even in their haze, locked onto the twink's plump ass until it disappeared. The heat grew more and more intense around Dio, and he found himself drooling at the lasting image of the fat ass in his mind. It felt as though a fever had just hit him and scrambled his brain. He could feel his body begin to tingle and itch slightly, his hand moving towards the sensation. He found sweat, sweat that was beginning to just drip down and cover his body.

As the daze began to clear but the heat remained, Dio began to hear footsteps approaching. His awareness seeming to return to him as he attempted to act as nonchalant as possible, though was failing. With how much sweat was pouring down his body and the light sway to his stance, anyone would have assumed he was getting ready to pass out due to heat exhaustion. The footsteps drew closer and closer as he focused his eyes.

Stepping through the locker room door was Brad, still slick with sweat but far more exhausted than before. The elation on his from celebrating with his team before retiring to the locker room to clean up. Brad was briefly surprised at Dio and his appearance but quickly covered it with pleasantries. "Oh, uh hey there man. Didn't see where ya ran off to earlier. Should've figured it would have been here."

Dio's mind filled with emotion at the sight of Brad. Anger as the humiliation, a thirst for revenge, his heart pounding... with excitement and... fuck he was sweaty... he could smell it... it was- no fuck that! Remember the twink's words. His seductive words... The flash of shame and humiliation welled up within him as he began to charge.

Brad now turning to his bag and oblivious to Dio's rage continued, "Yeah sorry about earlier. Had worked up a sweat practicing for our match. No hard feeli- UGH!" Dio slammed into Brad, grabbing around his waist where he had tried before. This time he managed to get a grip around Brad's body. Brad attempted to push Dio off but, in a reverse of before, found his hands slipping off of his attacker's form. With one big lift, Brad was brought down to the ground and underneath Dio.

Both wrestlers found their sweaty bodies pressed uo against one another. The slick singlets (or what remains of one) rubbing against one another. Brad ended up in Dio's now-drenched pit and got a full breath of the miasma of musk drifting off of him. How did he not smell it before?! Dio smelled completely different from before, and it was awful. It was like every single discard sweaty item of clothing from an old locker room had been bunched up together and rubbed across Dio's body. The stench stained the shreds of a singlet and every muscle. Already exhausted from the day, the smell was beginning to make his consciousness fade.

Dio was also finding himself light-headed - but a little differently from his target. Sure, his heart was racing from rage but his still constricted member was pulsing as it rubbed up against Brad. The sweat making everything more and more slick, and the musk emanating off of Brad just pushed Dio further. "Yeah that's right!! How do you like it loser? Getting smothered by a muscular sexy body like this, just like I did!" Dio grunted out between breathes.

Dio glanced down and began to see Brad's eyes found somewhat vacant, his body going limp. "No you don't! You're not getting off that easy." Dio shifted his weight so he was practically sitting on top of Brad and pulled at his arms, slamming Brad's face towards his back and butt. The swamp ass a greater source of the stink.

What Dio failed to notice and Brad was losing the ability to point out was as Dio smothered and pulled Brad's body, elements of his arms and legs began to shift and shrink, portions beginning to be a little more stetchy than they would have been. Dio's toned ass was squishing down Brad's abs and chest, the muscles becoming thin. Dio grabbed Brad's arms and pulled them around his exposed body, forcing them to hold hands. As the hands clasped together, the sealed into one piece of slick, stretchy fabric covering Dio's pecs. Dio rolled across the ground to pin his opponent and Brad's body stuck to his form, no longer having definition, his skin beginning to turn blue, blue like Dio's original uniform.

Brad's ability to speak, to move, to push against anything happening slowly faded. He found himself shrunken from what he was and instead stretched around Dio's body. His head and hair, all appendages, every part of him now wrapped around and conformed to Dio's sweaty muscular body. He couldn't quite see anything but was able to sense around himself. The feel of the cold floor. The wet sweat from Dio's body soaking into him. The way that every muscle moved and glided within him. The stench soaking into his new body. It was fucking overwhelming and felt amazing to Brad!! He shuddered and vibrated with what little will he had.

This subtle movement made Dio moan and stop rolling across the ground. As the vibrations hit right around his crotch, he finally had noticed the outcome of his impromptu match. Dio had finally realized what the twink meant and laughed.

"Well isn't this perfect. How does it feel, being forced to be so close to my sweat all the time?" Dio took a moment to sniff his sweaty pits and recoiled slightly. "Pee-yew I REEK! Can only imagine how much it stinks when every bit of you is forced to soak it up?" Brad, once again, almost seemed to take in more of the sweat and the entire singlet quivered. Dio moaned loudly at the sensation and his cock leaked with pre. Dio slowly lowered the new singlet across his body so more of it was resting towards his cock. With one firm hand he reached behind himself, the image of the twink's butt flashing in his mind, as he grabbed his own ass and singlet firmly but passionately.

The image of grabbing the twink's ass, other wrestlers' asses, other hot guys' asses he'd seen around campus, just sexy fucking sweaty man ass all flashed through his head. Meanwhile the firm grip once again caused Brad to writhe against Dio. The mixture of new lust, the overwhelming stench, and the constant pleasure Brad gave sent Dio over the edge! His cock erupted into Brad, soaking him with a new wet stickiness and smell.

Dio panted, his knees going weak, his eyes crossed in pure sweaty bliss. Fuck, this is what he now wanted, his new everything. His revenge served and he certainly enjoyed himself while doing it. With a deep breath to try and calm himself, Dio speaks towards his new singlet, his forever singlet, "Gotta say, first time finishing in a dude feels really great. Don't think it's gonna be my last." He smirked to himself, an entirely new world to wrestle in. "But whatever happened to me, I don't think this sweat, this stink is going away anytime soon. Nor do I plan on taking you off- EVER!" Dio laughed to himself before heading out the door of the locker room, a miasma of musk forever following behind him as he sets of to enjoy his new sweaty pleasure.

Tony snapped a pic of himself in the gym mirror, admiring the muscles he had been cultivating for years, both in high school and now college, to be in and stay in proper shape for the Football Team. By his second year of college, he was the star quarterback and was already getting scouted for after graduation. The position made him popular with everyone on campus as he continued to lead the team to the championships. Faculty loved him, recruiters loved him, his bros looked up to him, and the ladies wanted to be with him. Already keeping himself as clean and perfect as he could (muscles, looks, smells) helped his perfect image and ego, the constant praise from everyone was a massive ego boost!

What wasn't an ego boost was the fact that Tony was having to take Health & Exercise 101 in his third year of college now. Between his jumpstart into football and business classes, his stupid advisor forgot to schedule him for the required course. So now, he found himself amongst a bunch of nobodies struggling to pick up a weight and unable to keep proper form. Losers, all of them. But not him, not Tony. He was perfect.

"Mr. DeMarcos, if you don't mind, the rest of the class is ready to begin," an annoyed voice called out to Tony. His professor, Coach Helkin. Tony didn't like the middle-aged balding man, and the dislike was mutual. Helkin was always condescending to Tony, making it a point to take jabs at Tony if he was late or an assignment wasn't perfect, probably jealous of Tony's popularity. "And I know other professors may let you do as you please on campus, but in my class we keep out phones put away and actually pay attention."

Tony rolled his eyes and threw his phone in his pocket before walking over to the group surrounding Mr. Helkin. The group stood before a series of lifting benches with barbells resting above them. Tony looked at the barbells with how much weight they had affixed and just chuckled, especially at the thought of these losers even trying to lift it.

Apparently, the lesson for today was on proper form and safety in using the lifting bench, something Tony had already been doing for years. Coach Helkin droned on how to hold your arms, how to take breaks, needing a spotter... yada yada yada... Tony tuned out the old man, instead thinking of one of the cheerleaders who flirted with him at the end of the last game. Her plump lips, her nice curves, her perky butt...

*CLAP!* A loud sound and sudden movement broke Tony away from his daydream. Coach Helkin had clapped his hands together right in front of Tony's face. "Mr. DeMarcos! Welcome back to my class. Now if you would please join Mr. Askew at the remaining bench to practice. I wanna see simple, clean reps. Proper form. And no extra weights."

As Tony looked, it seemed as if everyone else had already paired of and begun practiced lifting the barbell. Most of them struggled with the lightweight lift, while taking slow and simple. As Coach Helkin started walking off to keep an eye on everyone, his "workout partner" remained. A shorter nerdy-looking guy, brown hair, glasses, kinda mousy, noodle arms and some definite chub around his belly.

"Hi. My name's Stuart. I'm looking forward to uhh... trying this out with you." The nerd stammered as the duo walked over to the remaining bench. Tony could already see slight pit stains on the nerd's shirt and the faint oniony smell of sweat. "Sure Stu... Name's Tony. Why don't I show you how it's done?"

Tony swiftly laid down on the bench and got himself positioned underneath the barbell. "Just stand behind me and look like your helping so Coach Helkin doesn't get mad at me," he said while snickering at the nerd. "O-oh... okay... and the name's Stuart by the way." Stuart moved to the head of the bench and Tony smelt a similar onion scent, his nose wrinkling at the smell.

"Now watch and learn Stu!" Tony quickly began to lift the barbell over and over, showing off how easy it was and quickly surpassing the number of reps required for class. "Ummm... Tony I think y-you finished your turn. Shouldn't I-" Stuart clutched his stomach and a loud gurgle sounded out. He turned around in discomfort, bending over slightly as the gurgling grew louder. "Oh... I think that extra cheesy meat lover's pizza isn't agreeing with me," Stuart groaned. Tony too busy showing off didn't notice his workout partner's pain nor the nerd butt looming near his head. Another loud gurgle sounded out from Stuart's stomach before...

*PFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT* *PBBBBBLLLLLLLLTTTTT*

Two wet, meaty farts blasted out of Stuart's nerd butt right into Tony's face. And unfortunately for the jock, he was just taking a deep breath between pushes. Tony got a full breath of the rank gas, a stench of old cheese and meat, it was like he was eating the pizza himself. Tony was used to athlete funk but this was far worse than he had ever experienced and could help but cough trying to get oxygen into his lungs.

As Tony began choking on the stench, Stuart, now red-faced and embarrassed, quickly began try apologizing before running off to the gym locker room. As the nerd ran away, Tony looked up ready to punch the loser in the face but his fury faded quickly... instead he saw the fat nerd ass bouncing away... and he wanted to be angry, enraged... but found himself staring before Stu disappeared from view.

Tony quickly got up from his coughing position on the ground, ignoring Coach Helkin's heckling about loudly dropping the weights and headed towards the locker room. It was almost that smell of old cheese and meat was a trail becokoning him forth. Reaching the door, Tony continued to hear *PBBBBLLLTTTT* *PFFFFTT* *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* echoing inside. The sound was strangely music to his hears and the locker room smelled better than it had.

"Hey uh Stu... uhhh Stuart, you in here?" Tony entered into the miasma of stink inside the locker room, now a complete cloud of fartfunk... and Tony couldnt help but take a deep breath as his pants started to tent up. Stepping in, the jock found the nerd quickly packing his bag as his plump... sexy ass... continued to spew farts. Stuart gasped at the jock's sudden appearance, "Ah! I'm s-sorry! It was a complete acc-cident! I would n-never...." Stuart's scared face faded into confusion as he began to watch Tony huff up more and more of the continued ass blasts. "Wha-what are you doing?"

Tony realized what was happening and quickly stopped sniffing those his reddened cheeks and pitched tent told the entire story. "Uhhhh... I'm just-" Tony tried to say, before taking in the full sight of the nerd. His cute chubby belly, his nerdy glasses, that fat ass, the dorky sweat, and those rank rank farts...

*PBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* Stuart let out another gassy blast, this time with a smirk. "You like that don't you?" The nerd's question elicited a whimper from Tony. "Normally, I try to watch when I eat my favorite meat lover's triple cheese pizza, but I forgot I had this class today. But it seems maybe that was the right thing to do." Stuart let out a chuckle, wiggling his nerd butt in the jock's direction, before releasing another gassy blast.

Tony couldn't takes his eyes off the ass. It was like the gas itself was holding his face in place and forcing him to sniff. He tried to think of the cheerleader before, her lips, her curves, her perky butt... to no avail. All he could see now was this dork. His dorky glasses, his chubby form, his FAT ASS! He wanted it all...

*PFFFFTTT PBLLLLTTTT* "Why don't you come over here and give it a big sniff Tony?" Stuart's face was smug and excited seeing the jock drop to his knees. Watching him crawl on his perfectly muscled arms and legs to the fat cheeks and take a big huff of the fumes. At that moment, it was if Tony's brain was entirely re-written. Any image of slutty cheerleader was replaced with that of every nerd throughout his time. He thought of hanging out with them, fucking them, huffing up all their stink... being just like them. "You know, I have more of that pizza in my dorm. And it would be cool to hangout with you. See you later Tony." Stuart gave Tony a wink as he left taking his gym bag and fartfunk with him. Tony sat there, continuing to huff the remaining stink as his gym shorts grew more and more wet.

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Tony, after cleaning himself up and quickly fleeing from class, tried his hardest to resist the dork's offer. But resist he couldn't. His mind was just filled with images of Stuart. His boner had been persistent for the remainder of the day and only one thing seemed to bring relief. Which is why he found himself standing outside the simple dorm room. Inside he heard the sound of video games and the occasional munch on food. Tony shivered at the thought and gave a curt knock on the door.

"It's open!" the nerd's voice called out. As the door opened, a loud *PBBBBBBBLLLLLTTTTTT* rung through the air as Tony's eyes landed on the Perfect form of Stuart. Relaxing on the bed, eating away at the greasy pizza, there sat the gassy nerd.

As the fresh fart funk filled the already fetid messy room, Tony couldn't help himself in flying into the dorm room, slamming the door behind him. The thing that had entranced him now bellowed the most PERFECT pungent gas and he had to sniff it up! Tony wedged his face in between the nerd's cheeks to Stuart's surprise.

"Woah! Heheh calm down man. There's plenty more where that came from." Tony whined at the comment as Stuart scrunched up his face and pushed.

*PBBBBLLLTTTTT PFFFFFFTTTTT PPBBBBBBBLLLLLLTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFTTTTTT*

Stuart leaned back, taking a breath from the long butt blasts, hearing Tony continue to huff and seeing a sticky wet patch grow on both the bed and the gym shorts. Stuart chuckled, "I bet an athlete like you also has some gas pent up too. All that protein has gotta go somewhere." He gave Tony a knowing look, that elicited a blush from the jock. Tony scrunched his face before *PBBBBBLLLLLTTT* a pungent wet blast erupted from his toned posterior. Stuart returned with a deep sniff of Tony's stink and let out a content sigh. "You know, I have been looking for a new roommate... and maybe boyfriend?" *PFFFFTTT* Tony's eyes filled with lust. "That sounds... perfect. Can I have some pizza?" Tony smirked.

Stuart's neighbors for the remainder of the evening heard a cacophony of gassy blasts and laughter over video game music and the stench emanating from the room kept anyone from snooping.

As the school year progressed, Tony stopped showing up to football practices and attending any parties. His usual crowd couldn't find him anywhere. But for Stuart and his friends, they had a great time introducing Tony to their favorite video games and tabletop games.

Tony also learned how fun it was to not have his strict routine of workouts and dieting and practice. How it was so much more fun to just relax and play video games and eat what wants. To avoid showering and instead just hangout with his friends. His body began to grow alongside his new boyfriend Stuart. His "perfect jock" form turning into his own actually perfect chubby nerdy body. And all that new food and binge eating bloated him nearly everyday.

Their now shared room grew into a mess of trash and pizza boxes and used underwear lying around. The smell was that of eggy, cheesy farts and onion-scented sweat and grease. But they were a happy pair of chubby gassy nerds. This was the perfect life for Tony.

Anthony sat there sweating like a dog who’d been non stop running for hours on end playing fetch. Though instead Anthony was trying to fetch his goal of being skinny. For years he’d been the overweight coworker everyone avoided and the only thing they could say when describing his without using his weight was “He’s really funny”… he didn’t even talk work so how would they know that? He’d spent the past few months working out nightly after his office shift. Waking up and working a 9-5 desk job, going to the gym from 5:30-9 and then heading home, eating and sleeping before starting the day over again. He tried so hard yet no matter what he’d do he’d never made any progress. Every time he stepped on the scale the number felt as if it had gotten higher and higher, he was sick of the effort he’d put in and the results not following.

He headed to the gym for the 5th consecutive day in a row ready to put in all the effort he could for 0 results. He didn’t even care to gain muscle all he cared for was to see the weight disappear. Multiple times he was approached about technique or tips but never once did he listen. Unlike the other men who inhabited this gym Anthony saw himself as a clean freak always making sure to shower, shave and wear cologne every morning. He knew if he couldn’t have the looks from his body he may as well be as hygienic as possible. He absolutely despised the men who came in without deodorant, the ones you could smell from miles away. Worst of all he hated the grossness of the men. The walked around drinking their protein drinks proceeding to burp the alphabet between reps or even come up and let out a quick *PFFFFFFTTTTT* behind Anthony while working out. He hated how the gym rats thought that burping and farting were the funniest thing ever. To Anthony it was the nastiest thing someone could do and in the case he ever had to he’d always make sure to step away and do it privately.

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Steven was the textbook definition of a farm kid. He’d spent the past 21 years of his life born and raised in the South working on his family’s farm. He was almost always shirtless showing off his abs whilst doing his work load around the farm. He was a wild child too spending his early teens fucking around ending up with him getting kicked out of college resulting in him having too much free time. He’d end up spending most of his days doing extra work on the farm just to keep himself busy. But deep down Steven had a secret he’d kept hidden from everyone. Steven loved his time on the farm and enjoyed the fun he was able to have while working but deep down he wished he had it different. Steven was a closeted gay man living in the South keeping it secret out of fear. He’d also learned early on in life that musk was a strong turn on for him leading to him eventually discovering his obsession with farting and burping. Unable to do it himself was the only problem he faced, his skinny little frame never allowed for him to make huge smelly farts or loud roaring burps. He hated how little he could enjoy his kinks.

He’d gotten to the point where he knew if he weren’t able to come out to be able to enjoy them then he may as well change himself to be able to. For months on end he’d try and gain weight in hopes of becoming an obese pile of lard. But with all the work he’d do around the farm it amounted to nothing but muscle. He’d grown envious of the bigger men on neighboring farms who’d be able to be as nasty as they wanted due to their frame whilst he was stuck as a twig.

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That night the fates aligned as a meteor shower struck over the night sky. Both Anthony and Steven just so happened to catch eye of the beautiful site. Shooting stars lighting the sky deep into the night, many people already asleep or unaware of the magnificent scene. Though if by chance both Anthony and Steven watched that meteor shower. As the night went on and few and fewer stars went by one last one came down. Both men looked at the star and made a wish

Anthony: “I wish I could lose weight and be skinny”

Steven: “ I wish I could gain weight and be the fart farting pig I strive to be”

As they made their wishes they watched as the same star both men had seen exploded lighting up the night sky into a giant white flash, blinding both men.

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Anthony opened his eyes and stared up at the night sky. Finding a tree covering part of his view left him confused. He attempted to sit up only to find it much easier than it usually was. He immediately looked down at his hands and body to find himself 150 pounds lighter and more lean. Anthony was ecstatic. His wish had came true and he was skinny. He immediately jumped up and started sprinting around enjoying the ease of running.

He quickly sprinted to the nearest road and headed to his house looking to start his new life as a skinny man. After finally finding a familiar road he decided to take it easy and slowly exam his body. Who cares if he was caught it was the middle of the night anyway. He decided to stop at the local 24/7 Fitness to check his body out in the light and put it to work. He walked in and headed to the dressing room checking out his new physique impressed with how his Ass stuck out and his chest layed flat. The gym was mostly empty but in the neighboring row of lockers he’d heard the nastiest, wettest fart *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPP* and he was disgusted by it. Though the culprit of the fart, a 25 year old college jock turned the corner and looked at Anthony “Woah sorry for invading bro, didn’t think I’d find someone hard from looking at themselves” Anthony looked down to realize that he indeed had a boner and this random man had caught him with it.

Anthony quickly covered himself with his hands and apologized to the other man. He just laughed it off “All good dude, we all gotta enjoy ourselves somehow” *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* before wafting his fart behind his back. Though at that moment Anthony’s dick started twitching and both men noticed it. “Wait… are you seriously hard because I farted?” Anthony couldn’t believe it either nor did he want to believe it. Farts were disgusting, nasty and vile yet for some reason made his dick twitch. The jock walked up to Anthony. “You’re a little fart pig aren’t you?” Before turning his ass around thrusting it back towards Anthony’s dick and *PFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT* straight onto it.

Anthony wanted so hard to be mad and yell at the jock for being so nasty but instead all he could do was moan as he felt the vibrations of the fart against his dick. The smell simmering in the musky locker room causing him to burst straight on the jocks ass. Anthony sat in bliss realizing that his new body was addicted to farts and he silent change it. But was the price of the body worth the disgust in his head? Totally.

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Steven attempted to sit up after the flash only finding himself wobbling back and forth trying to rock his way up. He’d never had this much trouble sitting up. It wasn’t till he swung his arms trying to gain momentum that he hit his stomach and caused himself pain. Immediately his eyes jolted open as he realized he’d hit his stomach???? He was a skinny dude before the flash yet now as he looked down he weighed at least 250 pounds and had a nice gut growing. He couldn’t believe it and immediately punched himself to see if he was dreaming.

Steven yelped at the pain but realized that he felt it which meant he indeed wasn’t dreaming. His wish had came true and he gained weight. He immediately stripped off his shirt and started jiggling his stomach. He tried many things in his new body enjoying the way he jiggled and moaned. He knew exactly what he wanted to try next and immediately inhaled as much air as he could before suddenly *BBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP* he let out a huge 20 second burp waking up the nearby animals. He patted his stomach and laughed at how much it was. Though he noted usually burps gave him boners get that didn’t and assumed it just happened to be he hadn’t learned enough of his new body to give himself one yet. He stood up for the night and started heading back to his room. He undressed one final time and started at himself in the mirror before hopping under the covers. He tried his best to squeeze himself under his blankets but struggled immensely to fit his whole body under. This only got him more excited realized just how big he’d become. After finally settling down he felt a fart coming and knew what to do closing all the blankets around him to trap the smell.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* a 45 second long fart smelling of discomposed animals nailed his nose. He immediately started gagging at the smell but unlike the usual gags where he’d end up horny at the end this time he ended up almost pulling. Immediately hobbling up opening a window trying to air out his room. He figured it was just the new body’s first fart and he hadn’t smelt one like it before so he didn’t worry too much. But only 2 minutes later he felt yet another this one much shorter *BRAPPPPP* still a wet 15 second fart but this one also did nothing for him. It was at this point Steven realized that he had his dream body but at the cost of no longer being addicted to farts. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from farting non stop. *PFFFFTTT* *PSHHHHHHHH* *BRAP BRAP BRAP* non stop came from his new obese pig ass.

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So you’re insecure about your weight and want to achieve an insanely small waist without developing an eating disorder? Well I’ll attempt to help you but may have to have some fun myself. Let’s start by possessing you and taking a look at what I’m working with.

Man such a hot body… and you’re insecure about it? If you don’t want it I’ll gladly take it from ya haha but that’s besides the point. Well I’ll definitely have to change that but first let’s look at these guys you keep seeing hmm first let’s look at Snap. Your most recent message is from a ginger twink named Kyle, let’s take a look at the photo.

Yea he’s definitely skinny and a handsome dude but I don’t see why you feel the need to compare yourself to him. But I have a plan in mind already but let’s look around a little more. Next let’s check your instagram. The first post I see upon opening your page is from Submissive_Sammy1997 and he’s yet another twink.

Im starting to think you have a thing for twinks and they just happen to make up majority of your feeds. But just for safe keeping let me do one last check on your Twitter to see. Swiping open the app and shocker it’s BubbLevi_Butt and it’s yet another skinny man this time with a huge butt. Hmmm I think I’ve cemented what I’ll change and it should be a simple fix.

First off I’m changing your body but not to much cause your already hot dude. I get wanting a skinny waist so you feel confident but I think once I’m done you feel confident either way. So let’s start by growing you 150 pounds so you’re still a handsome cub but your waist is a bit bigger for your sake (and mine) and don’t worry you’ll understand why in a minute hehe ;)

Second off I’m changing your type, no longer will you be attracted to twinks. No now all you’ll crave is the warmth provided by bigger men.

And third and final change is a huge one, I’m using all the power I can to change the ideal male body type. No longer shall men try and achieve a tiny body, no now they wish to show off their big gassy belly’s. Men around the world should wish to become incredible, hairy, gassy beast.

*FLASH*

Alright, let’s take a look at your phone again. First let’s check on Kyle and looks like he’s happier than ever showing off his growing stomach and posting farting videos to his IG story. Looks like you’re chubbing up just looking at him so I consider that a success.

Next is Sammy who now prefers Samuel as he feels it presents him to be older. Samuel now weighs at least 350 pounds and god does he look better than before showing off that hulking gut. I know you wish to use it as a pillow don’t you :)

Finally let’s take one last look at Levi. And just like the others Levi seems to have ballooned up. No longer does he post about his Bubble butt. Now he post about his bubbly gut. That’s right he now prides himself in his burps and farts and has even gone as far to making a living off simply rubbing his stomach and farting. Your rock hard there buddy and I don’t blame you I think it’s incredibly hot as well.

I hated how cocky Topher was. He sat there raising his arm, exposing his pit knowing that such a simple action would be more than enough to pay his bills for the week. He knew that he was hot and would be able to live his life comfortably by baiting gay men into buying his content. He didn’t have to put in the work someone like me did no he was handed the work on a silver spoon whilst I had to sit there and forge my own spoon. I was sick of it and how someone wins purely because of there looks. I knew I had to change something so that night I did what anyone in my position would do… I researched.

I spent hours at my computer scrolling through sites looking from things on how to hypnotize people to how to make them lose their mind. But I settled on something much more devious. I had found a spell that would allow me to posses someone for 24 hours and make changes to there body, mind and soul. Any changes made during that time would permanently affect them. I knew I had to try it on Topher. I waited days for the perfect moment. He had sent out a notification stating he’d be live on OF in 5 minutes. I quickly opened up the website and got ready to recite the spell. Tophers livestream flicked on and I knew it was time.

Within seconds of the spell being said I felt a gravitational pull grab me from my body as I felt myself sucked into his. I looked down and forward realizing I was successfully sitting in his body in front the camera. The first thing I did was something Topher would never had done for free and that was remove my shorts and shirt. No longer would Topher be waiting for men to pay him enough to “earn the privilege” to see him half nude, they’d get it for free now as I changed Tophers brain into being more open to the idea of nudity for free.

My next change came suddenly when I felt in Tophers stomach a large rumbling gas bubble forming. I had a devious idea, I turned his ass to the camera and *BRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT* I nearly shat myself from letting out such a huge wet fart. I immediately got hard at the idea of Topher farting and decided to change Tophers mind by making him into an avid fart enjoyer. Topher would now start all his lives with a *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* and end with a *PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTT* out of his hot twinky bubble butt.

My final change was the most important. I changed his brain to be into men. No longer would he be able to bait gay men into his content knowing they’d never get a chance. No now they’d all have a chance as Topher would be openly gay on streams asking for gassy men to hit his line. Topher thrived of his twink gas and used it to his advantage *PFFFFFTTT PFFFTTTTT PFFFT* as he twerked on stream that night. I spent the rest on the night on stream farting *BRAP BRAP BRAP* *PFFFFTTTT* *PSHHHHHHHHHT* until I couldn’t no more.

I ended the stream with one last fart. Tophers bare ass pushed into the lens as he fogged it up with roaring *PFFFFFFFFFFTFFFFTFTFTFTTFTTFTFTTFTTFFTF* I closed down the stream looking at his phone realizing I still had 16 hours left and man was I going to use it….

Which is fine! Good even! It’s just- He’s started to look and act like them too… I called him out on it and he just said “I don’t know what you mean kiddo?” I don’t know what to do…

You didn’t want to be concerned by his actions yet you knew something was up. Just last week you were 2 twinks moving into your first house, celebrating being able to afford a house by 25 in this economy. Your neighbors held a welcome party, made you feel like you belonged. But now all of a sudden you fiancé had gained muscle out of no where, grew a full blown mustache in a week and somehow aged 15 years. The weirdest part was that you knew it was still him even if it didn’t seem natural.

He sat on your couch drinking his coffee “Morning Kiddo, what’re your plans today?” As if he were a father questioning his son. “Babe we were going to go out for dinner tonight remember? And since when am I kiddo?” He had forgotten all about your plans “Sorry Kiddo, forgot completely and agreed to host a BBQ for the neighbor hood dads tonight. You wouldn’t mind going shopping and getting some stuff will you? Daddy has to start prepping” you couldn’t believe it, the man you were going to marry soon completely forgetting about your plans and choosing to hang out with your neighbors over you. You were pissed and without saying a word turned around and slammed the door as you walked to your car.

You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you weren’t staying here till things changed. You hopped in your car and started driving when you heard a *POP* noise. Looking out your window to find that your rear tire had popped. Not even a block away from your house, you felt trapped. Your neighbor outside walked over to the car offering so assistance. “Looks like your in a pickle Kid, need some help?” You stared at the bigger man and just sighed “Yes I need help but I’m not a kid… I’m 25 and work a full time job, I’m engaged an own a house yet everyone sees me as a kid” your neighbor gave a devious smirk as he reached his hand out “let me help you with your problems then” you just looked at him before agreeing and shaking his hand, realizing this was your best bet to get away for the time being.

As your hands linked you felt a jolt of energy down your spine. Your body quickly starting to twitch, unable to move anything but your eyes. You stared at your neighbor as he smiled at you. Rage filled your brain yet you had no way to release it, your neighbor seemed to understand though just by looking at you “No need to be angry, it’ll all be better soon”. The first change that you felt was the weight of your body increasing heavily as if you’d gained hundreds of pounds in seconds swiftly followed by your vision raising higher as if you’d grown a few inches. Still unable to look fully down and move. Next your memories started to be rewritten. No longer in your head were you the 25 year old twink about to be married. No, you were now the 45 year old bear in a gainer-feeder relationship who’d lived in this neighborhood with his partner for years.

You were sick and tired of always being overlooked by your classmates, always being ignored when it came to choosing groups for projects. You worried that no one liked you because you were the quiet Asian kid who sat in the back of class writing notes every lecture because you just wanted to make sure you remembered everything for the test, it wasn’t your fault the other students didn’t put in the same effort. It was the same scenario you’d lived through countless times this semester. A group project where you’d end up getting assigned into a random group by the teacher because you’d fail to find your own. Another group project where your partners wouldn’t ed up communicating with you fully. Another group project you felt like you’d be doing alone, you were sick of it.

The class got dismissed and as everyone stood up to either leave or choose parters, you remained seated scribbling in your note book. Writing the same sentence over and over. “I wish to be noticed” was written probably 30 times in a row down the page. It wasn’t till a mysterious kid you’d never seen before grabbed your shoulder “I can change that”. You turned around to the shock of someone actually approaching you in class, you’d never noticed him before. He was wearing a black hoodie that covered his face perfectly with a shadow, black Nike joggers and some worn down black Air Force’s. You looked back at the man “what do you mean “Change that””

He looked down before letting out a chuckle. He ripped the page out of your notebook crumpling it between his hands yet upon opening his hands it was empty and the paper had disappeared. He walked away as if nothing had happened leaving you jaw dropped in the back of class. You hurriedly grabbed your belongings and headed back to your dorm. That night you sat in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about the project. You had no partners yet again and the one time you thought you might’ve had one it was just a random dude who came up to you and creeped you out. You sat there wondering why no one even attempted to talk to you? Were you really just the sad lonely Asian kid to them?

You closed your eyes and dreamed of a world where you’d be noticed by people. Change that. People cared to talk to you, see how you were doing. You wished for that to be reality. Change that. A sense of belonging between you and others. Change that. The voice of the random man kept repeating in your head “Change that”. As it echoed through your mind you felt yourself start falling through a black hole in your dream state. Everyone it happened you’d wake up in bed yet this time it felt different, you feel for a long time watching past memories play as you made your way down the hole. Every memory slightly altered from how you last remembers it. Suddenly jolting awake you sat up in bed. You looked around and saw your hands. They were different than before, they had muscle? Definition?

You looked like someone who no longer sat in the back of class all day taking notes. You now had the body of an Ivy League swimmer. Your phone immediately started blowing up. You looked down… 32 missed notifications. It felt normal but deep down you knew it wasn’t, but all you could hear was “Changed that” echoing deep in your mind. Everything around you had changed and you’d now become the most popular athlete on campus, everyone wanted to hang out with you, everyone invited you to group projects and everyone knew you. No longer were you overlooked no, now you were the main star of the college swim team. Everyone loved you and everyone celebrated you for your achievements. You were everything you’d once dreamed of being and more.

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Hope this short story fits the narrative you were hoping it would, I hope it didn’t come off in a bad way as I never want my stories to come out as offensive 💔