“What are you so hesitant about with all of this?” asked Gerard to his friend, Theodore
“A lot, like……how the fuck you pull it off? And why the fuck he seems so okay about all this? I literally see you over there cleaning your own pool, Gerard,”
“Let’s just say that he’s not really aware of everything that happens around here and at this point, he’s seeing himself reflected in the water. Plus, he’s losing the interest to talk to anyone and just keep his mouth shut until the whole thing’s over,”
“See, this is insane. For all I know, this could be a deal you made with the devil himself and with the fact that we are old as fuck and going to die soon, I’m not risking my chance to go to heaven,”
“Okay that sounds hilarious, Theo, because you and I know heaven is not gonna be your final destination with the way you conduct your business and there’s no devil involved in this, just some brilliance of our human mind. I’ll explain everything to you if you agree to change, last I check in the kitchen, the catering guy I hired for today’s event is quite the hunk,”
“You promise you’ll explain everything?”
“I promise. I’ll explain it to you and the others when they arrive, because unlike you, they already agreed since last night and you’ll see them strutting their way here as either their visiting grandson or whoever the fuck they choose to take the appearance,”
Let’s just say, explanation become their last concern when they have a lot of things that they want to do with their new temporary appearance. But who says it cannot be permanent though?
Hey! So I’ve been seeing you have been doing twink to large beefy guy transformations (and as a small skinny femme gay blonde twink myself (I’m 20 too so hopefully that’s enough descriptors to help you know what you’re working with)) I’d love to be turned into the largest beefiest manliest guy you got. I’m tired being looked down upon other guys my age and older men and getting harassed by them. Thank you so much for your time, and if you decide to help me out here!
Reflecting On Your Desires
Waking up in the morning, you groan as you stretch and feel incredibly sore for some reason. Upon grabbing your cell phone and absentmindedly placing it between your underwear and waist, you lumber out of your bedroom towards the kitchen to get your morning cup of coffee. Despite your small frame and light steps, you grow increasingly confused as you continue down the hall. With each passing step, you can hear your wood floors groaning and loudly creaking underneath your feet. Continuing down the hallway, you also begin to notice that the pictures hanging on the walls wobble in response to even the lightest of steps. Looking down, your eyes meet the same thin body that you had the night before and every other night as well. Due to this drowsiness, you begin to forget about the weird experience, chalking it up to your cheap apartment just being in a worse state than you remembered.
Upon heading into the kitchen, you begin to make breakfast and prepare to get ready for your day. Although you hated going to the gym due to the judgmental glances that the swole homophobic jocks gave you, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly compelled to work out today. Upon finishing your breakfast, you start to walk back towards your bathroom to get some clothes. Thinking more about the gym, you make a mental note about going later in the day after finishing some errands if you were still feeling up for it. Checking the time and realizing all that you had to do today, you put your plates in the sink and pace back down your hallway towards the shower.
However, before you can make it all the way back, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Upon opening up your phone and entering Snapchat, you realize that a few of your streaks will soon be expiring. Hoping to remedy that, you quickly swipe and pull open the camera to take a quick photo to send to your friends. As you take the photo and look down at your phone, your eyes go wide at the sight before you. Instead of your blonde twink frame, a hulking man with dark brown hair is showcased in the photo doing the same pose that you did.
Looking down at your body, your confusion grows stronger as you only see the thin frame you’ve always had. However, as you look up and into the mirror that you took the photo in, the bulky man remains showcased in your reflection. You walk closer to the mirror and watch as your bulky alter-ego does the same movements in response. Every possible facial expression is perfectly reflected, which makes you chuckle, especially when you do some of your naturally femme mannerisms that seem completely out of place for this bulky brute of a man.
Interestingly enough, you take note of your underwear and notice how even the clothing you wear is portrayed differently in the mirrored version of yourself. Instead of the bright briefs that you’re really wearing, the mirrored version of you is wearing some athletic underwear. Upon later inspection, you’d soon discover that every article of clothing that you have has a more masculine jock-related version that will be shown in your reflection. But, you do get an extra benefit of each item being a bit too small, something that will naturally show off your new bulging and muscled physique.
It’s incredibly erotic as you stare deeply in both attraction and curiosity at your new form. As a result, it doesn’t take much more time before you begin to slip your underwear down to get a closer look at everything you’re now working with. A wide grin begins to spread across your face as you watch a thicker dick reveal itself to you. Despite being surprisingly well-endowed in your previous form, this new dick is incredibly hot to see given just how long and girthy it is. While looking at it, you begin to fantasize various hookups you’ll soon have and just how well this thick dick of yours will come in handy. With both versions of your dick firming up at the thought, you’re unable to deny that this new version of you is a dream come true. Now consumed in lustful admiration of your new body, you begin to flex your frail arms and watch as bulging biceps appear in your reflection. Every inch of your body is now bigger and bulkier, leaving you throbbing by the sight of what you’re seeing.
While everyone else will see the mirrored version of yourself, a thick and beefy man with incredible muscles, you will only be able to see your old self. Think of it as a reminder of who you used to be to make you appreciate who you now are. With you retaining your personality and normal bodily movements befitting of a twink, I’m sure every potential partner and gym rival will be interested in learning more about the new jock on the block. However, those homophobic assholes won’t be so quick to throw insults your way now that you’re bigger than them now. In fact, those very same thoughts are running through your mind now. It’s no wonder that you quickly snap another photo and head off to get dressed for a workout. The call of the gym is ringing so incredibly loud in your ear now, and with a body like this, who are you to resist anymore?
Just watched this short movie about a creep photographer turned into a lustful hunk by drinking a powdered potion from a Chinese drugstore. The movie has English subtitle so it’s helpful for non-Tagalog speaker. Quite an expected storyline, creep too (well, the photographer is creep, not the storyline) but well, transformation.
The video in Youtube is a snippet where he transformed. The full movie is available online
Edit: Since the thumbnail doesn’t really show his body, well, here’s his picture
You don’t see too many good mirror scenes like this, or hunky leading men like that! Love it
What do you give to a guy who has so many transformations? A surprise hopefully.
That was my mindset when you interacted with my gift. After all I knew you’d run into it. The change was set to trigger as you go about your normal day anyway. So when you were casually checking out the latest news for American Football you almost didn’t realize the changes were starting. Who would’ve thought a famous football player would announce that he’s dating a supermodel right around your birthday!
The news was shocking but not as shocking as what came next. You felt your body shifting, heating up, and growing all at once. You could feel prickles of stubble forming on your face, and as you raised a hand to touch it your biceps expended into a perfect flex. You take an uncertain step back as your height lurches a little higher. Your foot, once bare on the floor of your home, now lands completely encased in a cleat on the floor of a locker room. You were so concerned with your physical changes you didn’t realize how your location had changed.
You turn to see your new reflection in the locker room mirror and realize your birthday present has arrived.
Staring back at you is the handsome face of Nick Bosa! A few casual pinches to your powerful arms confirm that this isn’t a dream, neither does the instant erection you receive for when your new super model girlfriend arrives to give you a big kiss. Whatever you were feeling before is soon drowned out by feeling every sensation your new body responds to from such a woman.
You think you’ve hit the jackpot when you’re able to spend the day as a pro athlete. Practicing on the field, flexing for the guys, and then coming home to one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen! It doesn’t occur to you that after you fall asleep in the throws of passion, you wake up to your old life once more…
Except wait. It’s still the same day. Still the same morning. Still the same news. This confuses you for a second as you see the announcement for Nick Bosa and his new girlfriend. You wonder if it’s a dream until you get a notification from an Instagram you followed. Danny Jones just posted a new workout video. As soon as you open it up your surrounding changes again.
The shirt you were wearing tears into a baggy bright blue stringer tank top! Your pants tighten to compression and shrink into form fitting compression shorts! All the while your body is growing to push these articles of clothes to the limit. You stumble forward as your surroundings change again and catch yourself on newly formed workout equipment that you begin using instinctively.
You take a second to orient yourself and stand taller… and taller… and taller… until you reach your 6′8 height! The tingling of a newly formed beard barely even registers as you admire your new physique, flexing and showing off for the camera in front of you. You even grab a look at your new huge feet! They’ve gotta be at least size 15.
Not wanting to disappoint your latest post, you continue your excercise as music goes on in the background. All the while you’re slowly beginning to see what’s happened. That’s right I’ve given you the gift that keeps on giving! Everytime you see a new hot guy you’ll get to spend a day in their life! Once that’s done you’ll start your day off again until you see a new guy you like. The gift will end if you don’t see another hot guy the entire day and no repeats!
So how will you spend your extended birthday? I don’t know Danny that’s all up to you. There’s a world of hot guys to explore, but I’m sure you’ll take your time with this one. Happy Birthday!
Jon looked at the bartender in front of him who was cleaning a few glasses of beer with a small wool cloth.
The young bartender playfully rolled his eyes and asked another question.
-“Can you elaborate? I’m not particularly busy tonight”
Jon looked at his sides and noticed that the stools next to him were empty, he then proceeded to look behind himself and saw a couple quietly drinking in a secluded table far away from where he was sitting.
With this in mind, Jon decided to talk to the bartender, after all, It wouldn’t hurt to interact with someone new from time to time.
-“Well what can I say, today I was a little more stressed than usual when teaching to my new students, sometimes I just wish things were more simple”
-“What do you teach?” The bartender asked with a curious gaze.
-“Not my favorite topic in school”
Jon couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the joke as he perfectly knew that physics could be very complex and tiresome in certain scenarios.
-“Well then what can I get you?” The bartender asked as he placed a menu in front of Jon.
Jon thought about what he could order while he retrieved the free drink coupon from his pocket and grabbed the menu that was placed in front of him by the bartender.
Jon opened the menu and looked at each page in detail, there were hundreds of options to chose from yet there wasn’t a single drink that caught his attention, because of this he decided to ask the bartender for his opinion.
-“What about gin?”
-“I don’t like the taste, what else would you recommend me?
-"Well yesterday we received a shipment of bourbon from the states, would you like to try some?”
-“Sure, why not?”
The bartender smiled and walked towards the back room where the crates of bourbon and other imported drinks were stored.
While the bartender was gone Jon just sat there without doing much at all, his mind was going wild with anticipation as he had never tasted bourbon before, he hoped it didn’t burn his throat like the time he drank vodka with a friend at a teachers party.
A few seconds after he left the bartender walked out of the back room with a huge bottle of bourbon in his right hand, once he was in front of Jon he proceeded to pour the contents of the bottle into one of the small glasses he was cleaning earlier.
Before handing the drink to Jon the bartender added two small cubes of ice onto it, once he had done that he proceeded to place the drink in front of Jon who immediately grabbed it and took a sip.
As the brownish liquid entered Jon’s mouth he immediately felt the taste of caramel and vanilla dancing around his taste buds, the delicious flavor of the drink immediately calmed him, his tensed muscles started to decontract and a pleasurable sensation took hold of his entire body.
Because of this pleasurable sensation, Jon didn’t stop drinking and just as fast as he began the glass was rapidly emptied of all its contents, the only thing left was the two ice cubes.
-“So how was it?”
Jon looked at the Bartender with a dopey grin as he signaled him with his hands to pour more bourbon on the empty glass he had been drinking from.
-“It was fucking delicious, I already feel much better”
The bartender smiled at Jon’s answer as he poured more bourbon on his empty glass.
Once the glass was full of bourbon again Jon didn’t hesitate in drinking it just as fast as before, once the glass was emptied for a second time Jon mentally decided he had enough and placed the empty glass in front of the bartender.
-“Well I think I’ve had enough, if you’ll excuse me I’m going on my way”
The bartender smiled again as Jon got up from his seat and prepared to leave but before he did he suddenly remembered something he previously forgot to do.
-“Fuck I forgot to ask you your name, sorry for being so rude, I’m Jon by the way”
The bartender just shrugged and cryptically skilled at Jon once again.
-“Don’t worry Jon that doesn’t really matter anymore”
Jon looked at the Bartender with a questioning glare but before he could say anything he suddenly started to feel dizzy, the world around him looked blurry, the only thing he could see perfectly was the smiling bartender.
-“Did you put some drug on my drink”
The bartender laughed at Jon’s suggestion.
-“I wouldn’t call them drugs but don’t worry about that, what matters is that in a minute or two your life will be much simpler, just as you wished.”
As the bartender said that the bar around Jon disappeared and he quickly found himself standing outside of a mechanics shop, the stars and stripes flying in a small pole next to the mechanics shop immediately made Jon understand that he wasn’t in Britain anymore.
Before Jon could completely comprehend how he was able to be transported to the other side of the hypothetical pond his whole body started to hurt.
His average five feet nine rapidly increased to an impressive six feet two, with this sudden and rapid change in height it wasn’t surprising that Jon’s clothes immediately started to feel strained against his body.
As Jon tried to remove a few buttons of his shirt to alleviate the tightness his pecs suddenly grew as new muscle mass developed inside them, because of this the buttons he was previously trying to remove started to fall to the floor which allowed his new growing chest a little more space.
While that was happening a new change started happening as six bulges formed on Jon’s relatively flat stomach leaving him with a six-pack.
From there the changes lowered to the remaining half of Jon’s body, his dick grew to ten inches which formed a noticeable bulge on his already strained dress pants, then his legs started to expand as new muscle mass was added to his thighs and quads.
While this was happening Jon’s arms started to strain his shirt even more as his biceps increased in size and his lower arms filled with new muscle mass, a loud ripping sound was suddenly made as Jon’s shirt finally caved in to the pressure his new muscular physique was making and fell to the floor leaving his upper body completely exposed.
As the changes seemed to stop for a moment Jon looked down at himself and was surprised to see how much he had changed.
Suddenly a new round of changes started to manifest themselves as Jon felt a tickling sensation around his dick, this was due to a growing forest of brownish hairs that had formed around his larger and lower hanging balls, from there the brownish hairs expanded upwards forming a treasure trail, once this trail of brownish hairs arrived at Jon’s new giant pecs they rapidly started covering them, the hairs even spiraled around his larger pink nipples.
As the hairs continued growing around Jon’s chest a new patch of them started forming in his pits which immediately started to produce a musky smell that enveloped his body in its entirety.
Once Jon could smell the musky air his pits were producing his face started to change, his scars and imperfections were eliminated leaving him with a smooth tan like skin, around his lips and chin a huge amount of hair grew into a perfectly styled goatee, the most prominent change was to his cheekbones and jaw which became larger giving him a more manly look, the thinning hair on his head grew leaving him with a healthy set of hair which proceeded to change in color to brown.
With the changes to his body finished Jon walked towards a car next to him, he brought his face closer to the window and was surprised by his younger and more masculine appearance.
Out of curiosity, Jon’s hands touched his masculine face and even fondled his new goatee, as Jon continued exploring his new face his tattered clothes started to change, his broken white shirt changed into a beige-colored work shirt with the name “Rusty” stitched into a white patch, once the shirt was completely repaired it floated on its own and attached itself to Jon’s body.
At this point, Jon noticed what was happening as he felt the shirt adjusting itself into position on his new muscular body.
Meanwhile, Jon’s strained dress pants became a pair of worn-out blue jeans covered in small drops of black oil, then his shoes turned into a pair of black leather boots, for last Jon’s glasses disappeared from his face, at first he couldn’t see anything, the world around him looked like a blurry blob, suddenly everything around him seemed to clear up, Jon could now start to distinguish a few objects and things.
As Jon’s eyes finished clearing he slowly walked away from the car observing the new land he was standing in, he didn’t know if he should feel happy or scared, after all, he had somehow changed into someone else.
-“Rusty what the hell are you doing out here?”
Jon turned around and saw a good looking middle age man walking towards him.
-“You were supposed to check on the Robinsons truck before they came back here at noon!”
As the man said that Jon felt a weird sensation in his head, his old life was slowly being replaced by the identity of “Rusty”, years of studying physics at school in Britain were replaced by years of working on cars with the man who was approaching him in rural Kentucky.
-“Sorry pa I was just a little worked up”
Once Jon said that his old self became nothing but a distant memory in the back of his smaller brain, he now knew for a fact that he was Rusty Williams, a twenty year old American from Kentucky who loves to get his hands dirty when repairing bust up vehicles.
-“And you think drinking will solve the problem”
Rusty looked at the bottle of bourbon that had suddenly appeared on his right hand.
-“You know I like to drink from time to time”
The middle age man who Rusty know knew was his dad rolled his eyes and walked towards the mechanic’s shop.
Rusty laughed as he walked behind his dad, he only stopped from time to time to take a swig from the bottle of bourbon.
“What’s wrong? I thought this is what you wanted… At least you don’t have to worry about applying for a visa anymore. Which means we can be together no problems!”
“Yeah, it is what I wanted. To be with you. But what if I want to go home? I’d need a visa to get into the US now…” Jake was still getting used to the changes. He wasn’t expecting that his exchange semester would end in him permanently staying in Taiwan. He fell in love, and they do say you do crazy things when that happens. With his student visa running out and his flight home imminent, his heart led him to do something he never expected.
Looking in the mirror, he examined his new reflection. His body wasn’t bad at all, albeit considerably shorter than he was used to. He still filled out his underwear nicely, contrary to popular stereotype.
The sounds of the toilet flushing broke his gaze into the mirror and his former body returned to the room. The over 6-foot-tall caucasian re-entered the room. Its new inhabitant was keen to emigrate to the US, but until now had lacked the means to do so. He began getting impatient. “You give me English and accent now!” He demanded, in a voice and accent that was totally unbefitting of his physical appearance.
Jake got up from the bed and went towards his former body. The second phase of the ritual needed to take place soon after the first. After the smoke cleared, Jake turned to his boyfriend and said “我认为现在我们说普通话会更容易”
“Shit man, I didn’t get a word of that!” spoke the new Jake, clearly and concisely with no hint that he’d only learned bits of English later in life. “I can’t wait to sail through the border checks, no questions asked on my way ‘home’. And I’m gonna love calling this body home too.” He said, while talking into the mirror. The former Jake didn’t quite understand everything he’d said, but he got the gist of it.
Soon, the new Jake left for the US and the couple sighed a breath of relief that the ordeal was over and that they would be able to stay together. The new Li Jun spoke with his boyfriend about heading out for dinner to celebrate. The latter suggested his favourite burger joint, but actually, Li Jun was really craving some noodles today.
Love the idea of love motivated swaps. Not to mention a good race change
I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.
“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.
Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join
the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at
attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire
extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow
Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.
My focus shifts
back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a
piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking
boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace
to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he
looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you
Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues
to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as
imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all
afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.
He was a cocky
son-of-a-bitch, with a barrel chest and a perpetual five o’clock shadow.
He had a wedding ring, so he was definitely married, and his presence
demanded respect from everyone he worked with. Most importantly, his
“Now I don’t want to hear one more fucking sound from
any of you pussies until I get you back to the classroom. Then I can
stop babysitting, get back on the road and do my fucking job!”
I spot the bathroom door. Now was as good a time as any.
Sergeant’s head snaps towards me. “What the FUCK did I say Cadet
Peters?” His massive leather boots shift and he takes a menacing step
“Sorry Sergeant, I—“
“You little faggot!” he
screams as he marches towards me. He brings his face an inch from mine.
“Do you wanna see what happens to little pussies like you that can’t
fucking listen?” spitting the words into my face. “I fuck them up.”
gather my courage and wrap my hand around his wrist. I send a strong
electric pulse through his body. “Ughh!” he grunts with surprise.
I send another pulse.
“Nnnnnmmm” he groans, his hips bucking. He looks down at his crotch, where his suddenly stiff cock strains against his slacks.
send another pulse, stronger. This this jolt causes his legs to almost
give out from under him. He’s now hard as a rock and pre-cum begins to
seep through his pants. I chuckle to myself as I let go.
buck again, involuntarily. “Whoa. Whoa…” he says in surprise. His
testosterone should be going through the roof right now. He’ll be lucky
if the horniness doesn’t drive him crazy! It will only get worse.
looks down at his crotch, the back at me as a flicker of embarrassment
dances across his eyes for a moment. Nervously he looks to his superiors
who are busy discussing another matter. His hips buck again. He
struggles to steady himself. He looks back to me as he tuck his hard-on
into his waistband, suddenly regaining his machismo.
“Major Daniels!” he barks. “I’m going to hit the head. Watch these little fuckers.”
The Major nods as the Sergeant turns and struts quickly into the bathroom.
“Major Daniels!” I cry. “Permission to use the bathroom, sir!”
“Permission granted, Cadet.” He says with a sigh.
I enter the empty bathroom, I can hear the Sergeant already
masturbating furiously. I quickly scan the stalls until I and see his
giant boots shifting along the rhythm of his quiet grunts.
at myself in the mirror. This cadet is one skinny little runt, so I
would definitely to get creative. There’s no way I could overpower the
Sergeant in this body, he’s over twice my size! I’ll have to take a
I cross to the stall, notice the broken lock and push it
open. The Sergeant’s mouth falls open in shock. His eyes are dilated and
his hips continue to buck. He is possessed by lust. Poor fucker! This
desperate muscle-giant had unbuttoned his shirt and was still rubbing
one of his massive, hairy pecs with one hand. The other hand continue to
compulsively stroke his 10 inch cock, as thick as a Coke can.
with sweat, he frantically tries to close the door with his free hand. I
move quickly, placing my hand on his chest. I shoot a strong electric
pulse directly into his heart. His head jerks back involuntarily as he
lets out a shout. Fuck, that was too much. I start sending a series of
smaller pulses, building them up.
“Peters… Stop… How are you… motherfucker… I”, he pleads quietly as he struggles through a heart attack.
tendons in his neck bulge, as an unnatural shade of deep purple starts
spreading through his veins. His muscles flexing involuntarily,
twitching from the electric pulses. As he nears the end, he lets out a
low groan as he struggles for air. His hand makes a last attempt of
defense, trying to grasp mine. He sighs in resignation as he slumps to
one side. His eyes are still open.
“Sergeant?” I say cautiously, in the cadets’ timid voice. He does not answer.
I pull out my phone and send a text – ‘Got him’.
stuff my phone into the Sargent’s pocket and begin quickly buttoning
his shirt. As I reached his neck I have to pull the stretchy fabric a
bit, straining the shirt over his massive pecs.
“Fuck!” I exclaim
hungrily. I flick his chest, and it twitches involuntarily. I can’t
resist myself - I sit on his lap and rub his chest. It’s rock hard. His
cock presses up against my ass.
I get up and tuck his dick into
his underwear, zip his fly and tuck his shirt into his pants. I take off
his peaked hat and grip him under each armpit. “Okay Sergeant, up!” I
pull him up against my scrawny body, almost bowling over from the weight
of this hulking muscle-bound stud.
I struggle to lower him on his knees, but he slips and falls to the floor with a loud thump.
“Cadet?” the Major calls from outside.
“Be right there!” I call back, catching my breath.
roll the Sergeant onto his back, my fingers clutching its’ ribbons of
muscle. I climb on top of this human mountain and place my hands on
either side of his dark buzzed head. I send a test pulse. His eyes
flutter. That’s a good sign.
I place my hand on his chest. No
heartbeat. Perfect. I have to make sure that he’s gone. I don’t want him
transferring into the Cadet’s body.
I return my hands to his
head and feel the current start to build. The tingle starts in my head…
builds… then spreads to my neck, shoulders and then arms. I hold my
breath, bite down, and then…
I gasp in horror as if waking from a
nightmare. I struggle to fill my lungs with air electric currents shoot
through my body. It’s as if I had stuck a key into an electric socket.
My legs kick and fingers writhing as the jolts shoot through my body.
Finally, the pulsing slows.
I open my eyes and notice a skinny
arm across my chest. My enormous fucking barrel chest. I look to my left
and see the body of Cadet Brandon Peters. He must’ve tumbled off of me
during the transfer.
I raised my hands to my face and examine my
hairy knuckles as the deep purple fades from my veins. I flick off the
cadet’s hand and laugh in relief. I search my brain for a moment trying
to retrieve his thoughts. I remember nothing. I put a finger to each
temple and shoot a strong pulse inward.
I yelp in pain as my head
explodes with random thoughts and memories. I writhe on the floor as I
remember his wife, children, birthday, parents—
Someone taps on the window.
roll away from the Cadet onto my stomach and try pushing myself up. My
biceps strain as I push up, jerking as if they have a life of their own.
I fall back down and wait for the jerking to stop. Fuck! He weighs a
ton. I try again, rising slowly as I fight vertigo.
As I stand, I watch my massive figure fill the mirror.
The Major calls into the bathroom. “Everything okay, Sergeant?”
open my mouth and attempt to speak. My throat is full of phlegm, and I
start to gag. I bring my massive hands to my throat in panic, but I
cough it up.
“One minute!” I croak. Fuck! The pitch is too high.
I test quietly to myself. The pitch starts to pitch downward as a
tickle leaves the back of my throat. I look at myself again in the
mirror. “I am Sergeant Nathaniel Johnson.” I repeat this as my voice
adjust to the gruff, intimidating tenor I remember.
feel my heart beat faster as I feel a rush of virile energy. I look down
at my crotch and chuckle. He’s still hard! I stare at myself in the
mirror and take in the whole package. His personality starts to take
“I am fucking Sergeant Nathaniel Johnson.” I say
confidently, impersonating him perfectly. I shoot myself a double bicep
pose, the pull up my shirt revealing his ripping abs.
“Sergeant?” the Major calls again.
yeah, yeah. All good!” I say loudly as I tuck my shirt back in. I take a
first step toward the mirror, struggling for a moment to balance this
gargantuan body. I take another step and quickly my stride becomes
I trace his cheekbones and square jaw with his fingers
while looking into his sexy chestnut eyes. “I am going to have so much
fun in you. Who’s the pussy now?”
I bend over and fetch my peaked
hat, returning it to my head and tipping it forward. I give myself a
wink as I laugh again. This is fucking hot!
Suddenly, I notice my
perky muscle ass. I smile at my reflection mischievously as I suck on a
meaty finger, then slip it down my crack until I reach his hole. I
swirl it on the outside for a moment, feeling the heat… then I plunge it
in. I groan with pleasure, feeling the inside of his ass pulse. I raise
my other hand to his chest and grip onto a pec, bouncing it
There’s another tap at the window.
forgot! I run to the window open it. Fernando and Gustavo, waiting in
the alley, climb through. These guys have been my best friends since we
were scared, homeless teenagers in Mexico. That’s when I discovered my
gifts. But no matter how many people I’ve transferred into over the
years, it always feels like the first time.
“Eh… Esteban?” Fernando asks me.
“That’s right, bad hombre!” I reply with a sexy smile.
“Mierda! Ese cuerpo es hermoso!” Gustavo exclaims.
“We’ll have fun later,” I say. I point to Cadet Peters. “That’s you.”
quickly gets on the floor and lays down beside the Cadet. I place a
hand on each of their heads and, acting a conduit, send a series of
electric pulses. As the current shoots through us, I momentarily hold
all of Gustavo’s memories.
I let go as Gustavo and the Cadet
convulse violently. Gustavo’s body becomes still, and the Cadet’s eyes
pop open and he raises his hands to his face. He looks joyously at his
“You in?” I ask.
“Yes, Sergeant!” he grins, trying on a pitch-perfect southern accent. “Feelin’ fit as a fiddle.”
Suddenly, Major Daniels bursts into the bathroom. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS—“
He is taken aback by the scene. The Cadet and I standing over Gustavo’s body, while Fernando stands nearby.
take a look at the Major, who despite his shock, seems intimidated by
me. I survey him quickly. At one point he was a terrifying figure, but
now he’s in his fifties with a pot belly and a handlebar moustache. He
went soft ages ago.
“This is you.” I say to Fernando as I rush
toward the Major. I catch his arm as he tries to run and push him up
against the wall. I wrap my massive hands around his neck and start to
lift him up. It’s effortless. It feels like magic. The Major’s legs kick
the air helplessly as I raise him above my head.
I turn to the
mirror to study my reflection. With this uniform and this tight body, I
feel so fucking powerful! My massive triceps inflate as I see
cable-thick veins start to bulge at the peak of my biceps. I have taken
big bodies before, but never this big.
As the Major’s eyes wildly
scan the room for help, I lower him and wrap my arm around his neck in a
sleeper hold. I drag him towards the mirror, watching his reflection
squirm. I’m enjoying this.
I place my free hand on Fernando’s
head, and press the other against the Major’s while maintaining my grip.
The Major chokes out, “Sergeant… I don’t understand!”
“You will,” I say.
pulse shoots through our bodies as Fernando falls to the floor. The
Major starts to seize as I maintain my grip, watching him closely. My
cock, still stiff, presses against him. As he shakes, begins to foam at
the mouth until he goes silent.
Suddenly the Major erupts into a coughing fit. “LET GO OF ME!” he screams. I release him.
“Fernando?” I say cautiously.
His brow furrows in confusion. “Sergeant, what are you talking about?”
The Cadet cries “That’s not Fernando!”
The Major cracks his neck, then takes a step towards me. I step back to the wall.
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing Sergeant Johnson? Assaulting a superior?”
He presses himself against me, menacingly. “Attacking your fucking Major? You don’t think there’s consequences for this?”
He brings his face close to mine as I ready myself to attack. He leans in and opens his mouth, giving me a sensual kiss.
“You old bastard!” I exclaim. We all start to laugh.
start examining our new bodies in the mirror: A Major, a Sergeant, and a
Cadet. The perfect bodies to smuggle in new immigrants across the
Arizona border. Damn, we are going to make so much money! Especially
after we use the academy to transfer our men into these cadets.
look to Cadet Peters as he reaches into his pants and massages his new
dick. He smiles at himself with his new, youthful face. “You don’t have
to stay in him. The Corporal is in the hallway and is a sexy
motherfucker. I hear the Major here is promoting him soon.”
don’t know,” the Cadet says with a grin, “I like him. And who knows, if I
work hard enough, maybe I’ll be just like you one day Major.”
Suddenly, I hear a groan.
“Que… Que esta pasando?” the Major says in shock, as he rises in Fernando’s body.
I turn with a clenched fist, then punch him out. He falls to the floor, unconscious.
I shoot the other troopers a devilish smile, “Shall we?“
The transportation of people from the southern border of the United States ran smoothly as the trio supercharged their plan rightaway after their little takeover session of Cadet Peters, Sergeant Johnson and Major Daniels.
At first, they smuggled one of their guys, Alfredo, to switch places with Corporal Hawthorne, one of the instructor in the academy. Hawthorne started small, selecting stand out candidates and invited them for some “one-on-one” interview which turned out to be an ambush as an incoming immigrant and “Sergeant Johnson” already hid inside the interview room and then conducted the transference.
The previous body was sedated and they would wake up and found themselves in ICE facility where no one would believe their story or in some cases, they even unable to communicate in English anymore
But that was a year ago. As the time progresses and the amount of people that seek asylum and/or better life in the US increases exponentially, they conducted an even bigger takeover process. Sergeant Johnson also already strengthened his power so he could pulled off transference in an even bigger scale way quicker. The current procedure involved no immigrants in site as Sergeant Johnson already absorbed the soul of the incoming immigrants and with a simple handshake with the unaware cadet, their body hijacked instantly as Sergeant Johnson overwhelmed the body of the cadet with his jolt of energy that always took those cadets by surprise before flowing the soul of the immigrants, at random, to the body of the cadets. It would only look like a little jolt of surprise, or a handshake a little too strong from the Sgt., so no one found out about it.
Afterwards, the “newly-recharged” soldiers received their meal and they would have some time to recuperate after their brutal journey through the borders and also have some time to get used to their new body
Some of them also used the opportunity to validate the rumor about the service provided by the trio to their relatives back in their country, for example Miguel Chew, the Chinese-Peruvian 55 years old who instantly contacted his wife and his son about the success of his transference and how he looked like now
His family is overjoyed and he promised them that he would send money soon so they could use the help from the service too. Or, in the case of Angel Núñez, he contacted his girlfriend that settled in San Antonio 3 years earlier about his arrival in the States and what kind of man she would welcome to her resident soon after he is discharged from the base
What about the families of the soldier, you ask? Well, some of them decided to respect the life that their host already built before their takeover and continued it as if nothing happened. It’s possible because the memories of the host through the hijacking process fully intact and enabled the immigrants to fully embrace the life of their host. This kind of decision usually taken by people who no longer have any attachment to their homeland other than just fragment of memories. Some of them also decided to partially set new life while retaining the connection to their host’s old life, like divorcing the wife but still in contact with the host parents, or as simple as just resettling in a new city but still in contact with the host old friends. The point is, the decision is in their hands
And of course all of this wouldn’t work without the “cooperation” from the local enforcement. Carlos Avila posed as Officer Jim Ross since last year and he’s only one out of many middle-men who pose as law enforcement that would detain some of the people that crossed the border only to drop them in the operation base of the trio upon confirming that the immigrants already paid for the service provided by the trio.
Overall, it’s a very seamless operation, and one that generate huge profit for the trio who now enjoyed their life to the fullest with fat bank account and a steady career right after their arrival to the Land of the Dream. They know they are the lucky ones among countless others that failed in their journey but when the three of them look in the mirror, their “American” feature reflected back from the mirror, they felt this weird sensation of pride as they believe that they did well to at least ensured that they are not the only 3 that managed to do this, that there’s a network of operation they established that ease the journey for more people, despite not everyone yet.
Love this continuation! Always felt like this was a big world of possibilities
Hello there! I'm a really short and stocky Latino PhD student. I'm 28 and 5'3", around 145 lbs, and the hairiest person I know. Afro, bushy beard, hair on every inch of my body. I'm interested in a change! Could I request 5 spins?
It is so awsome that blogs that I use as inspiration, want to try my app. I think I can help you.
1. Height increase - 4 inches
4 inches isn’t a lot. But in your case, it can help improve your appearance! The growth will happen without any growing pain, so that is a plus!
2. Body hair - almost smooth
Hairiest person you said? Because as I look at you, all of that hair dissapears! Your almost smooth! The only hair on your body is a small happy trail, but that is all! I think a happy trail is very hot, because it grounds your appearance. You don’t look like a child, more like a fully grown teenager!
3. Muscle mass - big
Big. Bigger. BEAST! Muscles are the one thing everyone craves! And lucky for you, they come naturally. Your body doesn’t have a fast metabolism, so when you work out muscles grow fast! This makes your genes the perfect genes for a jock.
4. Ethnicity - white
A WHITE jock that is. Normally, I am not a big fan of turning people white but the app wants it. So be it. Being white sure has it perks in this wicked world.
5. Sweat/musky lv. - 4/5
I know a few guys who got 5/5. They were sweating even when the slept. Luckily for you, this isn’t the case now. You will sweat whenever you are active for more than 10 minutes. This means walking, cycling or even normal things like cooking! Your body produces a sweat so musky, it smells like a horse in the summer. Pure beastly sweat.
It’s been a while hope you guys are enjoyed your Holidays and the New year. This is a long one so get ready. Hope you guys enjoy!
Dante didn’t want to
spend his summer working as a caddie. It was his last summer before he was whisked
off to college. He wanted to hang out with his friends and enjoy the summer. At
least the job paid well, though the summer afternoons put a brutal intense heat
on his body. As Dante said to his dad the last thing, he wanted to do was lug
around golf clubs for a bunch of old white people.
That just lead his dad
to saying, “Do you want to make money or not?”
The Country Club, Edge-Grove, wasn’t as bad as Dante once thought. Their facilities were clean, the staff
was nice, and even some members were okay. Though it was a bit isolating being
the only black staff member, but that was just suburban life. Dante was used to
it, having spent his childhood growing up in the area.
For his job members
could request specific caddies. Dante spent the first two weeks being shifted around
until he met Mr. Digby. Mr. Digby was a
man in his late 40’s strong strapping shoulder’s, huge arms, thick legs and an
ass that stuck out. Dante couldn’t help
but stare when that man would bend over for his swings. After all Mr. Digby was
a handsome man, nice brown hair a well-trimmed beard, and kind green eyes. Any caddie would jump into
bed with him. Well, if he wasn’t married.
Mr. Digby had taking
a liking to Dante and requested the caddie all the time. So, there wasn’t a day
Dante wasn’t spending it with Mr. Digby. Often Mr. Digby would tell a story
about his wife, his son, or even his own father. Mr. Digby’s Dad apparently was the original member
of the club and had introduced his son and was hoping to induct his grandson as
well. In fact, it was in a golf cart while being regaled with another story, Dante’s
This was it. The week
had been building up to this point. The day where Bobby would wow his best
friend and crush Anthony Nguyen. Anthony was the all-star Vietnamese American captain
of their local high school team wrestling. Not only had Bobby mustered up the courage
to come out to him, but even admit his feelings. In a wonderful twist of fate Anthony
admitted he never really saw himself with a guy, but was willing to try for his best friend. That’s why tonight
had to be perfect.
The two high school senior
boys stood in line to the movie theaters. It was a late night already dark out
and the line to buy tickets was only getting longer. Not to mention, there was
a guy with two girls running his mouth nonstop right behind them. Bobby wanted Anthony
to enjoy the date even if he decided not to pursue a relationship with a guy.
The money had been counted; the exact change for two student tickets, then a reasonable
amount to grab dinner afterwards. That’s right Bobby had it all worked out. Who
cared if he had asked help from his mom? It was a blow to his pride, but it was a shot
he was willing to take to win Anthony’s heart.
Reaching his hand over, Bobby held Anthony’s
hand. A smirk came on Anthony’s lips as he watched his friend intertwined their
“Putting the moves on
me before the movie even started, aren’t you the casanova?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows
teasing, but never pulled his hand away. Instead he only gripped it tighter.
Bobby’s heart was pounding.
He was sure Anthony could hear it especially with that smirk he was wearing.
The blushing boy would only take peaks at his handsome date, looking any longer
than that would be fatal. The two boys were roughly the same height 5’8 and if
they looked at each other it was always eye to eye. There was no way Bobby could
handle that reality. Sure, he had been looking Anthony in the eyes a few days
ago, but that was before the possibility of Anthony being a potential boyfriend.
Not only that Bobby was used to stealing
peeks of Tony’s body. All the muscle the
young man had earn training to be a wrestler never went under appreciated by Bobby.
Unfortunately, most of that body was hidden under casual clothes. Bobby didn’t
mind he’d take his crush in various forms.
“Hey, will you two
move up?!” Some Douchebag said from behind them. The same guy that had been nonstop
talking since he got inline. Bobby was sure at least one of the women the dude
had his arms around had to be tired of his mouth. The teenagers turned around to
face the dude. Bobby froze on sight the guy was tall, about 6’3, but more
importantly was hot as hell. He wore a brown leather jacket with a black button
up shirt under it, rocking a pair of slim straight blue jeans.
The guy looked out of place. The women on his arm were attractive, but he was in another
league. It wasn’t fair to anyone he had decided to show his face. He didn’t belong
in the theater line, the town, or even the county.
However, the man’s good
looks didn’t faze Anthony, “The line didn’t even move that much. No need to
yell.” The wrestler said calmly.
“Don’t talk back,
just listen to what I say, you little brat.”
The man spat out. With that the spell on Bobby was broken, that handsome face couldn’t
disrespect Anthony no matter how stunning. And boy was it stunning.
“Let’s ignore this
guy.” Bobby said stepping forward with his date.
“Don’t talk about me
like I’m not here!” The man stomped his foot.
Now Bobby was a bit
freaked, the guy was throwing a tantrum. The handsome man’s masculine features and
sharp edges where betrayed by the emotional maturity he was displaying.
“Are you seriously going
to argue with a bunch of kids?” The blond woman, on the guys left rolled her eyes
in disgust and pulled away leaving the area.
“Hey, where you are
going?” The man whined standing in place with his other lady friend. He turned
around eyes focus on the kids in front of him “You guys are going to pay for
“Dude we didn’t even so
anything?” Anthony said turning back around as the line moved up to the ticket
Bobby tried to follow
Anthony’s lead ignoring the guy, but he could feel the searing glare on the
back of his head. The dude was seriously pissed. Thankfully the brunette woman,
who remained had stolen his attention back. However, Bobby couldn’t shake the feeling
the guy was still sending them hate even as they entered the theater. He stuck
close to Anthony, which was the only plus side to the situation.
As the movie started
the theater went dim, Bobby squeezed Anthony’s hand just to make sure it was
real. Anthony turned his head smiled and squeezed back. The rumble from Bobby’s
stomach was the butterflies that wouldn’t let him watch the movie in peace.
About an hour in Anthony excused himself to the restroom. Sad to disconnect hands,
Bobby released his hold, but at least he got to watch that fine ass go. From
the corner of his eye Bobby saw someone else leave the theater. He didn’t think much of it at first, but a
few painstaking mins later, Bobby watched as the other person came back.
It was the guy that had
been yelling at them outside the movie theater. Bobby’s heart sank. He knew he
was jumping to conclusions; it was possible Anthony was just using the restroom.
However, it was a feeling Bobby couldn’t shake. He decided he should quell his
fears and check. Getting up he headed for the bathroom.
How about a tf story where a nerd gets a box of chocolate that makes him change into a bear, himbo or hunk depending on the chocolate he eats?
Austin was not expecting a box of chocolates to show up on his doorstep, especially since it was the middle of March. However, his dad was a postal worker, and Austin knew about the many delays. Surprisingly, the chocolate seemed to survive its long journey to his apartment. He was in his final semester of college, living off-campus and majoring in theoretical astrophysics. In other words, he was a major nerd.
Austin was proud of that fact, though, and especially how much money he would be making over his jock classmates. He could afford to put a little more weight on too from eating the chocolates, as he barely weighed over 100 pounds. As he set the chocolates down on the dining room table, he looked for a note or something that would tell him who it was from. There was no note or anything of the sort that would help Austin out.
He opened up the box and said, “Fuck”. This brand didn’t list what kind the various little morsels of chocolate were. He was going in blind, and Austin also hoped that these weren’t tainted or anything. He picked up a chocolate from the middle of the box, the wavy white and dark chocolate mixture, or so he thought. He plopped it in his mouth and chewed it up before swallowing the whole thing. Immediately after it went down his throat, Austin experienced a hot flash.
He never experienced those before, and it was so bad that he needed to close his eyes. That was a good thing, as when he looked down, his body had changed, quite dramatically. He rushed into the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t loosing it. It was true. Austin had changed into an attractive gay bear.
“Fuck!” he screamed again, although this time, it was much louder. He knew that the chocolate did this to him, and he wanted to change back. He had to admit, he was a pretty hunky bear, and it seemed like only his body had changed. Still, Austin did like his weak nerdy body more than anything, and double-checked to make sure that the box didn’t have clues about what the chocolates might be.
It was still no use, and there was no brand on the box as well that Austin could google. He did think to look at the tracking sticker and call up the post office and see who sent it, but that didn’t pan out either. Thankfully his dad wasn’t a clerk at the post office, as Austin’s voice had naturally deepened thanks to the bodily changes, and he wasn’t sure how to explain that yet. With pretty much no other avenue to turn to, Austin picked up and ate another chocolate, hoping this one would change him back.
Austin was right that the chocolates were going to change him, but he didn’t change back. He had another hot flash with another bodily change attached. Now, when he looked down, he was shaven and muscular. As he looked at himself in the mirror again, it was clear that he was a himbo.
Thankfully, the himbo’s dumbness didn’t transfer over to him, but Austin did find himself speaking in a high-pitched lilt to himself now, and adding “teeheehee” to the end of all of his thoughts. He decided to write down what chocolates turned him into what. Once he made the list, he decided to eat another one, not sure of what to expect. He wrote down what it looked like before swallowing it. The changes commenced, and when Austin looked down, there wasn’t that much of a difference.
Besides the obvious race change and hair-color change, he would be considered a hunk, just not a himbo. Austin’s smarts and memories transferred over to this body as well, and when he went back to the box of chocolates, there was a note on top of them now that hadn’t been there before. Since these chocolates could change so much about his body already, Austin didn’t question the magical note appearing and just read it.
“Dear Customer, you have been randomly selected to beta-test our new bodily transformation chocolates. Each box randomly contains three types of chocolates that will turn you into an archetypical version of a specific kind of male. According to our researchers, this box contains _Bear, Himbo, Hunk_ chocolates. There is no chocolate that can turn you back to your old self, though. You can switch between the three types of men any time you want, although it has to be in that specific order. If you interested in buying another batch, call this number and state your personalized order number.”
At the bottom of the note was a phone number for the company and a surprisingly short order number. Austin then sat down to mull over what he had just learned. There was no going back now. He would be forced to remain in those three bodies for the rest of his life. First off, Austin needed to explain this to the school and to his family and friends. The school took a bit of convincing, and they needed to separate Austin into three distinct “students” so that no one questioned a thing on campus.
His family and friends took it pretty well, considering how strange it all was. Austin himself was enjoying his changes for one particular reason. His sex life had been non-existent in his old body. He barely matched with any dudes on Grindr, and when he did, they were scammers or genuinely creepy old guys. But now with his three new bodies, he was getting matches left and right!
It was a bit hard to remember which body matched with which guy, but Austin soon got into a rhythm, and was having sex with equally hunky men practically every night now! He still got his bachelor’s in theoretical astrophysics, and the guys he fucked loved just how smart he was, even when it didn’t come to sex. Austin did never meet anyone else who received a box of chocolates, and the number he had to call to order more seemed to be linked to a call center. Still, he didn’t mind, especially when he stopped switching bodies, having fallen in true love with someone while in his bear body.
When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday.
So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.
“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver.
“Um… I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.
This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but… well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!”
I stood stunned not knowing how to respond.
“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And… you’re staring at me funny… are you-”
Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore…. to touch.
“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And… wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms… on my chest and… I…I… thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something…. but wow I can’t believe…. woah… you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.
My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I… wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you…” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.
“Let’s… head back to our apartment… I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.
With that the two bounded out of the gym. Little did they know that the guy being possessed was aware of everything happening to his body. Not that he was complaining, he was loving every second!
Im a white skinny 18y'o guy with nothing good looking on him. I like the asian culture and the music from it. Also i would not call my self dumb, others would say im a nerd. The complet opposite of a jock. I always wanted another life so this app would be the perfect chance!
Poor child didn’t give the amount of spins. That gives me full freedom!!! Since you are the first one I am gonna give you 3 spins. You know, so that I can see if the app still works.
1. Ethnicity - black
Shit! Not Asian. But he, it is better then being white. Your hair will curl up and darken, your nose broadens while your lips thicken. A dark tan spread across your body. When the brown hue approached your penis, you feel it growing. Your little white dicklet transforms in a ebony trunk.
2. Ethnicity - Asian
Wait! Hold on! 2 ethnicities? This will make you mixed, I think. You eyes narrow a bit, and your nose becomes a bit smaller. Your skin colour lightens up just a bit.
3. Muscle mass - normal
It is not much, but it is an improvement on your skinny body. You inhale deeply, and your body grows slightly.
Now you have an athletic body! I mean, it is not the K-pop fantasy but it is still a great improvement.
“I’m a pretty average guy living in Eastern Europe. Not sporty, but not a twinkie either. 5.8 feet, 170 pounds. Blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve always liked guys who looked like me or were a bit of a Jock. But lately I’ve been looking at more well-fed young guys with beards and stuff.. Maybe I internally want to be like them and find a twink-bf as a young bear-guy?”
Well if your looking to be beefed up a bit you’ve certainly come to the right place! I have several options I could offer you but I think we could spice this up a bit. So instead of telling you exactly what they are I’ll let you pick. So I have three different gummy bear’s in front of you, pick one and eat it. There’s a pink one, black one and a red one. You picked the black one, strong choice. Well I hope it helps you in the way you wanted. Your certainly about to go through quite the change. As you start walking home, you feel almost like someone is massaging your head but when you reach up to touch it you can’t feel anything there. Your once blonde hair is now growing darker and wilder as it turns into a deep dark black. Your armpits and chest start to itch as small black hairs start pushing though. Soon most of your body is covered in hair and you have some stubble pushing through on your cheeks. Not only this but your height starts to push up, you feel your legs aching as you walk, your slowly getting taller. Where there was once a boy at 5”8, there’s now a man at 6”3.
Getting through the door you almost felt out of breath like you’d just done a workout although you’d only walked home. This was odd for you as you were usually a pretty fit guy. Walking about wouldn’t usually leave you out of breath hut your body is going through a lot of changes so it’s no wonder your feeling so exhausted. That’s when you let out a fart unexpectedly. You couldn’t control it. Your stomach felt bloated and full. You said you wanted to be bigger, well I hope you enjoy this next change. As your stomach bloats out it starts to look softer. What was once tight skin is starting to grow saggy and become rolls. Your once thin frame is taking on a far beefier appearance.
You place a hand on your growing gut and give it a firm jiggle. It’s soft and the plump fat wraps around your fingers. You can even grab a handful of it which your not used to. As your lost in the feeling of shaking your belly you fail to notice with every shake it pushes out further. It grows heavier and soon your using both hands to shake it. Not only does it grow larger but what started as light body hair has now grown massively covering your round gut making it look darker with the dense hair. Not only this but your limbs start so grow doughy as pudge and rolls starts to bubble off them making, definitely pushing you into the fat boy club.
Your underwear and clothing is straining to stay on you. You didn’t realise being this big was going to throw you off balance so much as you start to wobble when you walk and move around, try’s by to get a better view of your oversized frame. As you paw at your flesh it feels soft and blubbery and the hair scratches against your hands. You wanted to be more of a bear, and your certainly looking the part! Just a few more touches and that gummy bear will have worked it’s magic! Now you start to feel as your skin grows a bit more weathered and aged as muscle starts to form under your fat. You don’t age up much though as your hair only recedes slightly and the first signs of getting older start to appear with gray hairs and crows feet. Your definitely in your 30s now. Not too old but not too young I’d say. Then you feel the stubble on your chin growing thicker as it’s starts to push out and become a thick soft beard. It’s a feeling completely unfarmiliar to you as you used to be practically hairless, now your fuzzy all over! You’ve also slowly but surely grown to a comfortable and cushioned 285 lbs.
Just as your finally getting used to your larger body you hear a thump from down the hall. Now this is the part of the magic which I might ah e tweaked to be more suited to you. As you investigate the noise you can hear someone just around the corner. You walk into your bedroom to see a cute blonde twunk laying in your bed. You had no idea who he was, well this is your new boyfriend.
He’s cute isn’t he? He’s the perfect match to your big bear. You go over to start talking to him when you trip and fall into the bed. Now this is another part I forgot to mention. You see magic is very complex and sometimes wires can get a crossed. Now sure you have a huge dominant looking bear bod now but your nature is going to be very different. See this twunk I front of you may look cute but trust me he is very dominant, like I said the perfect match. Wait, you said your a top? Well not anymore big boy, just look at how your laying there ready for your boy to come fill you up…
Your cute fat hairy ass on display for him. You used to be the dominant one but you definitely aren’t now chubs. Well you said you wanted to be a young bear type with a beard who’s well fed. And that’s exactly what you got isnt it? Also I hear your new twink boyfriend is a feeder so I’m sure your going to be “well-fed” in every aspect. Now I’ll leave the two of you to it, I wouldn’t want to interrupt the consummation of your new life. I hope you have a bottle of lube handy because your boyfriend is definitely packing!
Age progression at its finest! Love a big bear tf that’s submissive too!
‘’What’s wrong with you dude? Have you unclogged the toilet yet?’’ My cousin asked.
‘’No, I haven’t done that … yet.’‘
‘’Then what’s bothering you?’’
‘’Oh, nothing except that I’m the biggest loser of the family, and my life kind of sucks.’’
‘’Oh don’t be so hard on yourself Alan you’re not the brightest star of our family but you’re not the biggest failure either.’’
‘’Thanx cousin but let’s be honest I kinda screwed up. Dropped out twice, failing my classes again, and kicked out by dad because he’s embarrassed by his low-life son. We’re both 23 years old cousin but you already have your own butchery. Small business, but you build something yourself, you achieved something. What did I achieve? High School, that’s pretty much it.’’
‘’Don’t worry too much Alan you’re a late bloomer good things will come to you eventually. Until then, I don’t mind you here helping me in the shop in exchange for sleeping on my couch.’’
‘’Awesome, so in what way does that make my life suck any less? A young, late bloomer, dropout, kicked out, working for free in his cousin’s butchery and sleeping on his couch in downtown Shanghai, no offense cousin. You’re right I’m living the life!’’
I turned and ran into something massive and got pushed back to the display.
‘’Can’t you watch where you walk runt?!’’ A booming voice said.
I looked up and I saw a man… no a mountain of solid muscles. From a quick glance, I noticed his thick pecs, wide boulder-sized shoulder, arms and legs thick as tree trunks, and the thickest ass in Asia.
‘’Move aside runt. Do you have my order ready butcher?’’
‘’But of course Mr. Kang I have already set it apart for you.’’ My cousin walked to the fridge.
‘’Here is your order Mr. Kang: 7 Chicken breast, 5 pork chops, 3 lean steaks, and the rest of your order. Only the best quality for you Mr. Kang.’’ With difficulty, my cousin got the heavy bags with raw meat on the counter.
‘’Finally.’’ Said the enormous brute said with his deep baritone manly voice. With one arm, he easily picked up the bags my cousin struggled to get up earlier from the counter. I was amazed by his build. This guy weighed at least 330 lbs with an impressive 6’5 height.
‘’Do you have in here someplace where I can take a piss?’’
‘’Of course, Mr. Kang toilet is in the back second door on the right.’’ My cousin replied. The bodybuilder walked past us, walking to the back.
‘’Who was that God cousin?‘’
‘’God? No Alan customer, a big spender. Samual Kang is a former pro bodybuilder living here in Shanghai. He’s now founder and CEO of a successful chain of gyms across China, produces and sells nutrition and I thought he did some acting and modeling too. He always buys here his meat and a lot of it because it has not yet been processed.’’
“What does he have that I don’t have?” “I asked him, feeling like my life sucked even more than I thought… reality just hit me hard.
‘’Well…. money, a penthouse, a gorgeous model as his girlfriend, money, a successful business, fans, a great body and again money.’’
‘’Haha, if you only were as good at making me feel better as you are at cutting meat’‘.
‘‘I wish I had his life, he seems to have his shit in order. And have you seen his body?! It takes years of dedication to get so puffed up! I would look awsome!’‘
‘’So you want to be like Mr. Kang don’t you Allen?’’ My cousin began staring seriously at me, he had never been so creepy.
’‘Uhm yeah kind of, didn’t you hear me the first time cousin?”
He picked up a small plastic bottle with some green gunk under the counter. ‘’Drink this cousin!’’
‘’What is this?! How long did you keep this?’’’ I opened the bottle and the smell was horrific! ‘’Ugh, this smells awful cousin like grandpa’s feet, just throw it into the trashcan’’.
‘’Just drink it, Alan. For once just listen and do something that is going to make a difference in your life.’’
My cousin still had this creepy serious expression on his face. I felt I had to prove something to him by drinking it but I also didn’t want to drink whatever was inside this bottle.
‘’Alright alright, I will drink it!’’
I opened the bottle again and knocked back the disgusting green juice all at once down my throat.
‘’See… happy now cousin? Now let’s do a reality check… did drinking this turn my life upside down?… Uhm, nope it didn’t. It only left a bitter taste in my mouth ugh…so thanks for that cousin very helpful.’’
‘’Just give it some time’’. My cousin said.
‘’But we’re almost closing, so I’m going to bed… I mean the couch’’.
Then it hit me, I suddenly felt an enormous rush. Out of nowhere, I felt an enormous pressure on my bladder.
“What did you do to me cousin?!” I yelled. “Oh man, this is going bad! Out of my way cousin!” I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom in the back. It felt like I could snap anytime.
I stormed into the bathroom to the toilet. Shit, I forget to unclog it. I turn to the only urinal seeing Samual Kang standing in front of it.
‘’Can you hurry up, please?!’’ Damn, I can’t hold it anymore! I got pulled to the urinal as something forced me to.
‘’Shut up runt can’t you see I’m busy! And don’t you dare to look!’’ Mr. Kang shouted at me.
‘’Oh, come on hurry up!!!’’ I couldn’t handle it anymore! And then my feet got off the ground and I smashed right into Mr. Kang’s back.
‘’Didn’t I tell you to sh…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET OFF ME!’’
‘’I’m so sorry Mr. Kang I don’t know what is happening!’’ I tried to apologize and to get off Mr. Kang’’s large back, I put my hands on his back to push me off, but somehow I sank through into his back!
‘’WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!’’ (*we said simultaneously*)
My arms sank deeper into Mr. Kang’s back as well as my legs that were already halfway in.
‘’Please, stop! It hurts… get out!’’ Mr. Kang yelled and began to stumble as he tried to walk away.
‘’Stand still before you make us fall and we break something!’’ We stopped. Wait did I just do that did I just controlled his legs?!
I pushed my second arm into Kang’s right arm and use both to slowly pull my body into his. I tried to move my fingers inside Mr. Kang´s large hands. His large sausage fingers moved on my command!
‘’Dude I’m somehow connected to your body! Looks like I can control this body. Awesome!’’ I shouted.
‘’No this isn’t possible!’’ Kang stumbles around the room as the two of us fight for control. Spasming and swinging his arms, Kang attempts to push me out. But I sleeved my skinny arms into his and now control these massive arms.
With a malicious grin splitting on my own face, I bring Sam’s hands up to his face and began to feel it and then going down to caress his muscles. It’s so weird I feel like I’m feeling it with my own hands. Mr. Kang almost collapses on the ground as I continue pushing.
‘’No, no big guy can’t let that happen, these strong legs of ours can easily hold us both!’’ I forced Mr. Kang into a standing position with my arms against the toilet wall. Mr. Kang Still trembling with an occasional spasmatic twitching, while I’m moving around inside him. I get deeper and deeper inside his body. It’s warm inside and a bit tight. I can feel Samual Kang’s cock getting hard as I shove mine errected cock into his. Samual groans and gasps in a mixture of agony and pleasure. I chuckle at the thought of what I was doing to Samual and continue exploring his body in this new exciting way.
"That’s enough! Get out of me…leave my body alone!“
‘’Nah why stop now? Now let’s see what’s inside that head of yours Samual Kang.’’
I push my head into Kang’s and the last of me into him. I had now been fully absorbed by Mr. Kang’s bodybuilder body.
I opened my eyes looking at this amazing muscle bod now fully under my control. First let’s take this shirt off MY muscles deserve to be seen. I flexed my biceps.
‘‘OH YEAH! BRING IT! HOLY CRAP!’‘
We left one last moan… and then a flash of light appeared. We were pulled out of eachother, separated. Everything went dark.
Samual Kang fell behind on the floor while Allen fell forward into the urinal.
…A few hours passed…
‘’Uhm, Come on cousin just a few more minutes. I… I just had the weirdest dream ever. That green stuff… ugh you gave me was strong or was that also a part of the dream. I…I just need a little bit more sleep’’…
PHONE MESSAGE BANK:
*beep*Mr. Kang you have 38 messages.
Latest message received 1 minute ago.
‘’Answer the phone! I don’t know how the fuck you did this little runt but I’m, uh, I think I’m in the wrong body, your body’’.
‘‘Allen that’s your name right ‘‘Allen’‘, check your friggin voicemail please we have to fix this. Damn it! Oh my head still hurts! Did you really have to smash this head into the fucking urinal?! Call me back.’‘
- To be continued -
Mmmm becoming a 6’5 bodybuilder is a dream come true!
(Hey there, finally going to work on posting my stories on here as well as DeviantArt and Archive of our Own. Hope you enjoy just a taste of what I’ve got to offer. More will be coming in the future!! For now please enjoy the story bellow)
Chris Evans was walking Dodger when he heard his phone ping. He checked his phone and smiled when he saw that he’d gotten a text from Tom Holland. “Hey there, I’ve got some free time today, mind if I come over?”
Chris quickly shot back a response, “No problem at all, I’m just finishing walking Dodger, be home in about 15 minutes.” Chris looks at Dodger who was sniffing around. “Hey buddy, we’ve got a guest coming over, you ready to see Uncle Tom?” Dodger’s tail starts wagging a mile a minute. He barks excitedly and jumps up on Chris’ legs as Chris ruffles his ears. “Let’s get home quickly so I can freshen up before he comes over.” Dodger and Chris break into a run as they quickly head home. As they approach Chris notices a gift basket on his doorstep. Dodger sniffs it for a moment before he sits and looks at Chris, his tail wagging, waiting for him to open the door.
Chris shrugs as he grabs the basket and he opens the door for Dodger who quickly shoots in to get some water. Chris puts the gift basket on his kitchen island before he looks at Dodger. “Alright buddy, try and calm down a bit, don’t want you knocking Tom over when he gets here…again.” Dodger huffed as he jumped up and laid on the couch giving Chris a noticeably clear look of “whatever”.
Chris quickly showers and dresses himself in a comfortable pair of boxers, shorts, and a shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and chest. He looks at himself in the mirror, glad that he was able to keep a short beard and his hair at a medium length for his new movie. He headed into the living room and Dodger perked up as he walked into the room. “Hey buddy, he’ll be here soon so don’t fret.” Chris ruffles Dodger’s ears and leans down to kiss the top of his head.
Standing he remembers about the gift basket and walks over to take a better look at it. There wasn’t a gift tag, but it was wrapped with care, a large basket with brightly colored red and green wrap. He unties the ribbon on top and opens it up, revealing a large bottle inside with a red liquid. He picks it up and sees a label that says DRINK ME. “What else are you supposed to do with this stuff?” He opens the bottle, and it smells like a sweet cherry punch. He goes to take a quick sip and he gets a mouthful. He swallows it down, enjoying the cherry taste. As he puts the bottle down, he notices a dozen cookies with EAT ME on them. “Huh that’s weird but keeping with the theme.” He picks up a cookie and looks at it and notices that it is more like a tea biscuit than a traditional cookie.
Chris puts the biscuit down, figuring Tom will enjoy them more. He grabs a glass, filling it with the cherry drink. He quickly drinks from the glass polishing half of it off before he stops and refills the glass. “Guess I was thirsty. Well, this should fix that.”
Then he hears his doorbell go off and Dodger takes off towards it barking and whining excitedly. Chris quickly follows, getting Dodger to sit as he unlocks and opens the door. Chris doesn’t even get time to say hello before Dodger jumps up excitedly and promptly knocks Tom down, giving him lots of kisses. Chris chuckles, shaking his head from side to side. “Dangit, Dodger…I told you not to do that.”
Tom just chuckles as Dodger kisses him and gently pushes him off. “I’m excited to see you too bud, maybe not quite as excited as you.”
Chris grabs Dodger gently and pulls him off the rest of the way. “I told him not to do that but as we both know dogs-” “Dogs don’t always listen, especially when they’re excited.” Tom interjects, smiling at Chris getting up and fixing his outfit; jeans, and a loose-fitting t-shirt with the image of Spider-Man holding Captain America’s shield, clearly captured from Civil War.
“That’s an interesting shirt choice?” Chris says. Tom looks down at it and then smiles at Chris as shrugging. “It’s a new one I got from a fan, didn’t think of the irony of me wearing it to Captain America’s house.” Tom winks at Chris patting his shoulder and steps in, quickly squatting down to pet Dodger more. Dodger appreciates the attention giving Tom more kisses.
Chris rolls his eyes, closing the door. “I can’t deny that the shirt is pretty cool, I’ve actually got my own gift from a fan that you can partake in on the kitchen island.” Chris steps past Tom and into the kitchen as Tom stands and follows. “Oh yeah, like what?” They both step into the kitchen and Chris shows Tom the basket. Tom looks at it curiously. “These have some interesting designs, wonder why they put the words on them, I mean what else would you do with them?” Chris shrugs, grabbing his glass. “That’s what I thought too, I saved the cookies for you, they’re more like tea biscuits than traditional cookies.” Chris takes a sip of his drink.
Tom grabs a biscuit and quickly bites off half of it. His eyes open wide enjoying the taste, and he nods groaning softly. “Oh…. oh wow, these taste just like the biscuits from a tea shop I love back home!” He quickly finishes off the biscuit and starts devouring another. “I guess you’re drinking whatever is in the bottle?” Tom grabs it and uncorks it, the smell hits his nose making him wince as Chris nods. “Yeah, it’s really good but I know you don’t like cherry, so you won’t like it. I’ll get some water going for some tea.” Chris takes a large sip of the drink before getting the electric kettle ready as Tom eagerly eats a few more biscuits taking a seat.
“Let’s see how good you are at brewing a proper cup of tea, hopefully you’ve learned a bit from spending time around some of us Brits?” Tom smirks at Chris making him roll his eyes. “I’ll try my best, your majesty!” Chris does a mock bow before the kettle beeps and he pours the water into the cup and then goes to grab a tea bag and Tom lets out a heavy sigh. “Not even done with step one and you already messed up.” Tom gets up and walks over. He pours the water out of the cup and into the kettle. Chris grabs the tea bag, tossing it to Tom. “Fine then you can make it.” Tom catches it easily and Chris rolls his eyes and grabs his drink next to the kettle.
Chris notices something, looking at Tom a bit confused noticing that Tom looks…taller? Tom puts the tea bag in the cup and then pours in the water. “Hey bud, odd question have you gotten taller?” Tom looks at Chris like he’s crazy, but also noticing that he’s not looking up at Chris as much as he used to. “Huh, maybe I am, man that is going to piss Anna off, as tight as my suit is, she’s going to have to adjust it again.” Tom walks over to the fridge and grabs out the milk.
Chris shrugs as he polishes off his drink then goes and refills it. “I wouldn’t worry too much, it’s not that much of a difference. Shouldn’t be too hard to adjust for.” Tom nods moving the tea bag around before he takes it out and adds some milk. “There, a proper cup of tea.” He grabs it and takes a sip and winks at Chris. Chris rolls his eyes filling his glass. “What I put the water in before I placed the bag in, big whoop.” Tom smirks at him as gobbling down some more biscuits. “Yeah, it IS a big whoop, it makes a difference.” He dips some of the biscuits into the tea and then takes a bite. “Damn, these are good!”
“I guess so, you’ve almost eaten half of them. Careful doing that you might outgrow your suit in other ways.” Chris pokes Tom’s belly making him scoffs. “Oh please, I’m fine there, I’m young and active. Those two factors with my metabolism, I’ll be fine.” Tom quickly flexes his arms, and the sleeves hug his biceps a bit but they’re still loose. Chris whistles, grabbing Tom’s arms.
“That’s not bad…definitely not my level though.” Chris flexes making his sleeves hug his biceps. Tom whistles and feels up his arms.. “True but Spidey wouldn’t work as well if he were as buff as Captain America.”
Chris nods and grabs his drink. “Want to go chill on the couch?” Tom nods standing and stretching, as Chris walks by looking even shorter now. Nah, he thinks, it just looked that way because I was stretching. As Tom takes a step, he notices his shoes feel a bit tight. “I’m going to take my shoes off; they feel like they’re pinching my feet. Guess I have gotten a bit taller, just hadn’t noticed till now.” Tom slides his shoes off by the front door as Chris takes a seat kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, but it feels odd, like he has to reach a bit more to rest his feet. He sits up and moves the ottoman a bit closer and then sits back and puts his feet up and it feels like normal.
“What was that about?” Tom asks as he grabs a spot on one of the recliners to the right of Chris. “Ottoman felt like it was too far away, guess Dodger bumped it at some point and I didn’t notice?” Chris shrugs, Dodger huffs and growls softly, scowling at Chris. “Sorry bud, I didn’t mean to upset you by stating a fact.” Chris ruffles Dodger’s ears, petting him while sipping more of the drink as Tom dips one of the biscuits into his tea before eating it.
They both start going back and forth with some small talk and at one point Chris notices that the cuff of Tom’s jeans is sitting a bit higher than they were when they sat down. He shrugs it off as a weird trick of the lighting. Tom has a similar observation noticing that Chris’ shirt is not fitting as tight and it looks like he’s stretching more to reach the ottoman. Tom shrugs it off too as a trick of the lighting or angles, but soon polishes off the cup of tea.
“Well, I think it’s time for a refill of tea. While I’m up would you like a refill of your own drink?” Tom reaches for the glass and Chris looks over to see the bottle is almost half gone, giving a shrug. “Yeah, why not, it’s really good. I bet you also want some more biscuits; you’ve been eating those like they’re the best thing ever!” Chris smiles at Tom and Tom shrugs as he stands. “They’re really good and they remind me of home so can you blame me?”
Tom stands noticing his clothes feel a bit off. Looking down and noticing his chest looks like it’s pushing against the shirt more than he thought it was before. Maybe I didn’t notice how much muscle I’ve put on recently and my recent growth too…. yeah, totally logical? Going into the kitchen, getting the kettle going before going to retrieve a tea bag. “Sure, you’re going to be able to reach that shorty?” Chris says from the couch. Tom rolls his eyes and grabs the box of tea bags easily and sticks his tongue out at Chris.
“You aren’t that much taller than me old man!” Grabbing some biscuits as Chris puts a hand on his chest and inhales dramatically. “I have been wounded by your words! I can feel the clutches of death upon me as you stand in the kitchen mocking my age with your youth!” Chris quickly starts laughing and Tom does the same putting the tea bag in the cup, and letting out a loud belch. “Well damn, that was impressive!” Chris gives Tom a slow clap, taking that as a cue to bow and stops when he hears the kettle beep.
As he pours the water into the cup, noticing that his clothes feel odd again, like even tighter and more constricting than a few moments ago. He notices his arm fills the sleeve of the shirt as he pours the water in. He finishes and lifts his arms up and down several times, noticing that the shirt is tighter now. Stepping over to the fridge, he notices his pants now feel tighter too and looking down and noticing that the cuff of his pants is sitting just about mid-calf.
Tom just shakes his head, thinking he’s imagining it all taking the tea bag out and tossing it and pouring in the milk. Getting the tea ready and grabbing the last of the biscuits when he notices the wax paper below the biscuits shifts and there are even more biscuits under it. Quickly tossing the wax paper into the trash and grabbing a large handful of the biscuits. “There were even more biscuits than we thought Chris. There are more under the wax paper that was under the ones I’ve been eating.” Tom smiles at Chris, quickly shoving some into his mouth filling it and then grabbing a handful and taking his seat again.
“Well, that’s great but I thought you were getting drinks for both of us?” Chris points to the empty glass on the counter. Tom looks towards it swallowing the mouthful of biscuits and grinning sheepishly. “Whoops sorry, I got distracted.” Chris just rolls his eyes, and gets up. As he does,,adjusting his pants because they feel a bit loose. He finishes adjusting them. Walking by Tom notices that Chris’s shirt is now very loose, his sleeves don’t hug his arms at all? Tom watches perplexed as Chris walks into the kitchen and grabs the glass and fills it and then takes a large gulp straight from the bottle and lowering it and letting out a loud belch. Tom’s eyes open wide as Chris belches and he swears he sees Chris’s head descend a bit.
Chris notices Tom’s wide eye stare and smiles at him smugly. “Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself, you know old people can’t control our bodily functions as well as you youngsters.” Chris notices that Tom is still staring at him wide eyed and suddenly notices that Tom’s clothes look way tighter than they did before. “Are you flexing, trying to prove that you’re bigger? I already proved that I am the bigger guy but fine. Have it your way!” Chris puts the glass down and flexes but quickly notices something is wrong as the sleeves don’t tighten around his arms and the shirt doesn’t tighten around his chest. Chris looks at himself, clearly confused and then he looks up at Tom in time for him to let out another loud and longer belch.
They both hear some seams pop and Chris notices that Tom’s calves have ripped open the seam going from the cuff of his pants up to the knee and his shirt is now skintight and it looks like it barely covers his torso. Tom looks at himself and then Chris eyes opening wide. “Uhhh…I think something’s happened?” Chris nods and grabs the glass and quickly chugs it down, thinking maybe he’s just imagining it.
Tom stands, and the hem of his shirt now sits right at his belly button and he looks around a bit disoriented. “Ok…something has definitely happened!” Chris’ eyes open wide and his jaw drops as he looks at Tom and then himself. Dodger barks twice and then whines, and bolts for the bedroom. “Oh fuck…I scared Dodger.” Tom says sadly, then stifling a burp, but it doesn’t stifle the effect as clearly grows taller and the pants rip up his legs even more and his shirt now looks like a skin tight crop top. Chris also stifles a burp, this time clearly noticing as Tom and the rest of the room grows a bit larger and his shorts fall to the ground as the hem of his shirt now sits just above his crotch. “WHAT THE FUCK!!” They both shout together as they look at each other.
Great start! Loving this exchange in multiple sense of the word.
Brooke was your average semi nerdy high school girl with brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses.
She was in the school hallway eyeing Chet Jackson the high school’s Football team captain and resident hottie
She wanted him so bad just as every girl in the school did but she knew he was way out of her league she’s give anything to be with him, Before going to sleep that night she saw a shooting star and said “i wish chet jackson was into me” after that she went to sleep that night not thinking much of it.
She woke up the next feeling different her body was much heavier her Tits were also now bigger however… they weren’t tits She got up and rushed to the mirror shocked to see her or should i say his overnight transformation
Brooke Now Brock Had seemingly transformed into a hot dude overnight, he than remembered his wish from last night he wished Chet was into him could Chet Be Gay? Reality has also shifted now his old girly room was replaced with a more manly room filled with sports trophies and posters of hot male athletes, Also every picture of him in the house has changed From Brooke to Brock and everyone thinks he was always been this way, In his new life he was the linebacker for the high school’s football team his mind was also changed so he knew how to do everything, After practice that day Brock and Chet hooked up in the locker room and later became an official couple imagine how shocked everyone was that the 2 manliest men in school turned out to be gay… if only they knew.
Great story! Love a wish gone awry in this classic fashion. Great F2m!
Hello Master ~ I'm a 21 year old trans man, 5'4", about 165 lbs. I was wondering if you could turn me into a hung, jock-y himbo? I hate the body I have now, I'm short, and fat, and it just all feels wrong. Please, Master, can you help me?
Your request has moved me. It’s terrible to see people in anguish over bodies that feel wrong. Come here.
Take this t-shirt. Try it on. I know it says ‘papi’. No, it’s not a joke. Yes, I’m sure it’ll fit. That’s it.
You’re feeling it, right? Your fat is melting away, only to be replaced by some nice jock muscle. Not too big, we want to avoid that feeling you had of being overly large.
You will grow taller, however. Let’s get you up to 6′2″ that seems a good height for the new you. Tall, with thick thighs and bulging biceps. Your chest is nothing to scoff at, and your beautiful abs are a nice finisher for your jock body. Tattoos begin to adorn your arms, denoting how you care to make this body feel yours.
The changes reach your face. Some rearranging and the new you is here. A nice, trimmed beard. Very masculine. Perfect lips, ready for any kind of action you want. Short dark hair, and empty eyes. Yes, empty. You wanted to be a himbo, no?
Oh, and you also wanted to be hung. Don’t worry, you are. Everyone can tell. And you like it when everyone can tell.
Now off you go. You have a whole world of people whose attention you need to catch, my little himbo.
“Are you ready babe? I’m about to go in.” He whispered with his husky voice. His breath smelled of coffee and his eyes burned with passionate love.
“Y-yes… please give it to me.” The younger man stuttered, completely overwhelmed by what had happened in the last thirty minutes.
Not only had the weird machine turned out to be completely real, but its effects were powerful enough to even alter reality itself. It had just been a joke to swap his life with that of the neighbour’s wife, but when he opened his eyes and found himself in a nightgown sleeping next to the hot daddy next door, he was completely stunned. The handsome bearded man not only spoke and held him as if they had been married for the last 10 years, but they were also currently celebrating their anniversary by having the apartment all to themselves for the week.
As much as he knew it was wrong to steal someone else’s life nor did he want to live the life of a woman in her thirties, he couldn’t deny the feelings that had been burning inside him for so long. He had been crushing on the hot daddy next door since the first day he moved in, and now he was happily married to him! There was no way he was letting this chance slip by!
So as his “husband” slipped his wet tongue into his mouth, he shivered with joy. As his husband’s fat cock magically warped and pushed itself into his piss slit, he watched on in amazement, and as his husband screamed about making another baby and came hard inside, filling his own cock to the brim, he too shouted out in ecstasy.
When he laid on the sweaty bed and cuddled with his hot burly husband of ten years, he knew exactly what he needed to do. No, he wasn’t giving this up, but he was definitely getting the weird machine back from his apartment. Perhaps to modify his new life… or better yet; to life swap himself with his handsome loving husband…
Because god forbid that he’d somehow get pregnant…
Love the idea of a life swap machine like this! Definitely would swap with the hot dilf
“Fucking massive, isn’t it?” Shelly asked in her personal trainer, José’s, deep voice.
“Yeah, it’s… huge.. I can’t believe it worked.” Corbin remarked with genuine awe as he worshipped José’s mountainous shoulders and arms. He and Shelly had been friends since undergrad, she being one of the only people in their small, conservative university to not torment him for his sexuality. She had only recently informed him of her ability and they had been taking advantage of it ever since.
He sat back down in front of her and felt up her arms from another vantage.
“Possession is an easy trick once you get a hang of it,” Shelly remarked. “It’s all a matter of committing to it once you slip in. Keep up the momentum, just force yourself up in there.”
“I know something else you can ‘force up in there’…” Corbin intended to think it to himself but it just.. slipped out. Shelly/José looked down at him.
A silence hung over them for a moment.
“You tellin’ me you want this dick, bro?” she asked with a smirk, fully in character now as José.
Corbin gulped, clearly interested in the proposal but unsure of how to proceed. He grinned back and pinched José’s nipple between his thumb and his index finger. She moaned in José deep voice as José’s thick cock pressed against his gym shorts, fully engorged thanks to Corbin’s stimulating touch.
“Aaahh, fuck bro… If you get to play with me, I get to play with you,” she reasoned with a devilish smirk as she plunged her thick, meaty hands into Corbin’s shorts, tugging at his rapidly fattening cock and gently squeezing his nuts. Corbin gasped and moaned at the sudden intrusion and returned the favor, pinching the other nipple with one hand and leaning forward to suckle on the other one, getting a good strong whiff of José’s intoxicating pits and body odor while he did.
Shelly let out a mix of a grunt and a roar as she used José’s strong arms and pulled Corbin’s legs out from under him, causing him to fall on his back on the bed. Corbin was fully hard now, just as hard as Shelly was in José’s body, and she tore off his shorts while he layed on the bed, his cock springing upwards and slapping his lower abs. Before he could react to anything, José (Shelly was obviously gone, his libido was now in control as she let it get carried away) he descended upon his hard cock and swallowed the length of it with no effort. José looked up at Corbin and winked, the entire length of his above average shaft plunged all the way down José’s throat, his throat muscles stimulating Corbin’s cock head. Corbin could finally feel his lengthy member sliding out of José’s mouth, but then down and back out again and again and again as José’s head began rhythmically bobbing up and down Corbin’s lengthy. He could feel himself nearing close and told Shelly/José so. He didn’t lift himself from his work once, just put his hands up and flapped his fingers back and forth, urging Corbin to do what he had to do. Corbin’s head threw back as he fired a load straight into the throat of Shelly’s beefcake personal trainer. Straight into the throat of his friend. José’s hands kept juicing his shaft, coaxing out whatever was left of Corbin as he could and then dislodged from Corbin with a sucking *pop* and a satisfied sigh.
Another one of those devilish grins spread across his face, “My turn!” he chirped. He lowered his gym shorts and a pendulous, girthy shaft revealed itself, pumping full of blood. He took Corbin’s legs and set them wide against his shoulders, exposing Corbin’s ass to his groin. José spat into his hand and lubed up Corbin’s hole, sticking his middle finger in and out of his puckering hole.
“Ready for this cock, bro?” Shelly/José asked as she aligned herself with his eager ass, her sweaty chest heaving with anticipating pleasure. Corbin could feel José’s hot and stiff mushroom tip press up against his hole. He nodded and immediately took in a hissing suck of air between his teeth as he felt the tip and the first inch slip into his ass. “Yeah, man, it’s a big fuckin’ cock but you’re taking it like a pro. I’m going deeper.” Corbin took in another more pained hiss of air as he felt José’s girth stretch him out to his limit. He saw before that José’s cock fattened a little near the middle, but he didn’t imagine it was this thick. He sighed in a pained/pleasured sigh as he felt his hole constrict once more and tighten around the hilt of José’s monster cock.
“MMMmmffff fuck yeah, I’m all the way in,” she remarked in his deep voice. “Tell me that ain’t the biggest fuckin’ cock you’ve ever taken.”
“It’s seriously… the biggest… cock I’ve ever taken…” Corbin replied between panting breaths.
José giggled at the complement, “Yeah, you know it is. I can feel this balls churning up something huge. Do you want me to breed your hole, bro?”
“Yes!” Corbin gasped.
“Say it, say, ‘I want you to breed my tight hole with your god-jizz, José!’”
“I want you to breed my tight hole with your fuckin’ god-jizz, José!” Corbin cried out.
“Gladly, bro,” Shelly/José replied with a grunt as he gripped Corbin’s thighs and started bucking his hips back and forth, burying his incredible length in and out, in and out of Corbin’s bussy as Corbin groaned and moaned loudly. Loud, fleshy, slapping noises filled the room as José’s hips smacked rhythmically against Corbin’s ass and as José’s pendulous bull nuts slapped his own thighs. José grunted rhythmically and grit his teeth in a grin as he pulverized Corbin’s hole. They made eye contact, José thrusting away, and Corbin bouncing rhythmically with every thrust. Shelly/José rewarded the eye contact by letting go of Corbin’s thighs and popping a huge double bicep pose, licking his muscles in self-worship. Corbin could not believe he was getting fucked by this god of a man.
“I’m getting close,” José said with quickening breath. Corbin responded by wrapping his legs around José’s torso, forbidding him from exiting his hole and forcing him to unload directly into Corbin’s guts. José kept quickening his thrusts and leaned forward on top of Corbin, laying his abs on top of and letting their chests touch as he continued thrusting. Corbin could see José’s face begin to contort and he tightened his hole around José’s cock. In the next second, José unloaded a torrent of jizz into Corbin’s guts. He could feel the hot liquid invading his insides as he felt José’s hot breath against his face and neck as he moaned and panted in ecstasy.
Having unloaded an unreal amount of cum into her friend, Shelly/José collapsed on top of Corbin, continuing to leak in his ass and gathering her breath, while Corbin carressed and worshipped José’s huge back.
Shelly/José propped himself back up on his powerful arms and smiled down on Corbin as he groped José’s pecs.
“I think it’s about time I dislodged this thing out of you,” she remarked in a chuckle. She used Corbin’s body to lift himself back up into a standing position and started to pull José’s cock out of Corbin’s beaten hole. It took surprisingly more pulling than Shelly anticipated and when the incredible length and girth of José’s cock finally pulled out with a squelch, she giggled at the sight. A steady river of jizz was seeping out of Corbin’s ass in huge spurts.
“I think we maybe got carried away,” she said with a chuckle as she cleaned off José’s dick.
“Oh, but I’m prepared to get ‘carried away’ every night this week. What’s Sam up to these days?” Sam was a LAX bro at their university, one of Corbin’s most prominent tormentors and the biggest beefcake on campus. Shelly/José cocked her head in consideration. Sam would be nice to squeeze into, and José’s cock seemed to agree as it perked back up in anticipation.
Yeah, she could definitely get carried away again.
“Damn, I thought I’d be better at basketball now with a body
like yours…” The sexy Black man said sadly to the short White twink standing
just off the side of the court laughing his ass off.
“Dude, just cuz you got my bod now, don’t mean you got my
skills!” He finally said, sounding uncharacteristically confident. “Lemme show
you I can even trash you in your own tiny little bod.” He said, snatching the
basketball from his taller friend.
The Black dude stood to the side, catching his breath, hands
on his hips, as he watched the short White twink do a bunch of basketball
tricks, fast moves and evades, and finally, a perfect three point shot.
“See, ain’t nothin’ to it bro.” He patted his flatter ass, “And
if you worked this out a little more, could maybe even dunk too.” He passed the
ball back to the Black stud, catching him off guard and nearly knocking the
wind out of him.
The muscular young Black guy looked down at his smaller
friend and nodded sadly, going back to practicing some more, and looking clumsy
and uncoordinated the entire time. The White twink would look up from his phone
periodically and chuckle at the scene before going back to text another friend
*Yeah man, super easy. He thought having my body would make
him better at ballin’… Dumbass!*
*So we can clean him out then?*
*Yep, he won’t know shit, he’ll be too busy trying to use my
bod, it’s hilarious as fuck bro! And now I know his shit, so the passcode to get in is 7-5-8-9-7*
*Aight, I’ll hit you up when the job’s done then, late.*
The now White twink smiled as he slipped the phone back in
his pockets just in time to see the Black hunk make a pitiful attempt at
“Dumb ass White boy…” He muttered to himself while smirking.
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Arnie rubbed his eyes as he woke up from his bed. But why did everything feel so small? His feet were cold and hanging off of the far side of the bed. His arm dangled limply down, his hand touching the floor. He scratched his face and was met with an unfamiliar course sensation. Squinting, he turned over and immediately fell onto the floor, letting out a low grunt.
The impact and his own voice broke him from his sleepy stupor. He clamored to his feet and immediately felt a rush as blood rushed to the wrong parts of his body at this new height. Stumbling to a mirror he was met with the surprising image of Archibold. His muscular physique straining his size small Naruto shirt, his thick legs causing his shorts to look peeled on. His handsome brown hair and stubbled face, leaving no room for his normal pale skin and dark hair. With a mighty roar he screamed in surprise.
The rushing of the waterfall splashed Arnie to awareness as he realized they were still on the damp floor of the cave. “Guess this wasn’t a dream. This is actually happening,” he mumbled to himself, still getting used to the deep commanding nature of his voice. Each word dripped out like slow honey, which was quite the departure from his once almost shrill voice. Arnie rubbed his face in minor despair and was also met with the unfamiliar sensation of stubble, a problem his previous Asian genetics had not prepared him for.
Beside him, Arnie could see Bart sprawled out lazily on his bedroll. His huge body fully on display and his exposed abs clearly outlined against the cave floor.
He was surprised the loud roaring snores of his friend hadn’t woken him up.
“He’s quite the deep sleeper right? I grew up knowing the guy and he’d never make a peep when he was sleeping, but now-” Carter said as he walked over to Arnie.
“Must be the new body. I have a feeling we’ve barely seen half of what we… or at least these guys are capable of. Anyway, you’re awake? How long did you sleep?” Arnie said in disbelief. Something internally told him he’d slept a near exact 8 hours.
Carter just shrugged. “I don’t know. I just woke up pretty early and you two were asleep. Decided to go for a stroll and happened to find this!” His friend stepped aside and gestured to a wicker basket filled with bread, apples, and waterskins. “Talk about lucky, right?”
Arnie couldn’t hide the happiness from his face or his stomach as it growled hungrily. “Where’d you find all of this?” he said purely out of disbelief.
“Well, turns out we’re not too far from a main forest trail. I may have seen a few folks walk off to feed their horses and they left this perfectly nice basket laying around,” Carter explained smuggly taking a crisp bite of the apple.
While Arnie was happy to have food, part of him got defensive for some unclear reason.
“So you stole it,” he declared.
“Yeah, and it was super easy,” Carter continued, oblivious to Arnie’s anger.
“Theft of a commoner would earn you several lashings in the kingdom. You should return these goods before they’re missed.” Arnie’s voice came out stern and sharp.
None of this phased his friend who just said, “I’m not going all the way back there. Besides, it’s just food. Not like they weren’t going to eat it.”
At this point Arnie grabbed Carter’s wrist before he could take another bite. As soon as he’d done that though he was immediately confused.
“Oh shit, um… Carter I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I just did that… I’m really glad you got us food, but I have no idea why I felt so strongly about you stealing it.” Arnie quickly recoiled releasing his friend.
Carter shook his wrist and looked at both his hand and Arnie a little sorely. “It’s… it’s fine man. I’ll be honest. All morning I’ve been having these weird… compulsions. Honestly I thought it was still my mind recovering from seeing this guy’s face in the water.” He points to his new face. “I don’t think I’d ever get used to being a white guy or being so slim and toned. Anyway, I didn’t even think about stealing that stuff before I had it in my hands and was running off.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Arnie asked.
“*yawn* “Are you two talking about how your character’s are making you act differently?” Bart asked as he stumbled into a seating position. His own face was well on its way to growing a full beard.
“I kinda figured that was happening with my whole rage thing. I was hoping that kinda stuff was just me though. I made Brawngar to always be aggressive and angry in a fight. But if the other traits I’d designed for him start kicking in, you won’t hear more than short words and grunts from me.” Bart looked frightened once more behind his tough visage.
“That’d explain my actions. Cyrus Charming was supposed to be like a hoarder and a compulsive thief. Plus he had a disregard from the law unless he had to flirt his way out of a crime.” Carter looked worried, his youthful face furrowing with doubt. “What about you Arnie?”
“I wanted to play a cookie cutter lawful good knight. He’s a soldier who follows order, plays by the rules, and punishes those who break them. I guess that means our two characters wouldn’t get along… sorry Carter.” Arnie also looks a bit sad.
“Hey, don’t think like that guys. No matter how we ‘act’ we’re still us on the inside. We’re still friends,” Bart said. His low voice saying such friendly platitudes would never stop feeling out of place, but at this moment, it was a welcome departure from the sad idea of losing each other.
After they split the food there was a period of silent uncertainty.
“Anyone else not know where to go from here?” Carter said, taking a cup from the basket and drinking the water from the falls.
Bart shrugged as Arnie said, “Well, if we’re looking for Diego might as well go to the place where there’s a lot of people. The town nearby would probably be the easiest. If he’s not there maybe someone there would at least know something about him.”
“It’s as good a start as any. Plus I don’t want to spend another night in a cave,” Carver shrugged, gathering his stuff.
With a nod Bart began to do the same. “As long as we’re careful! Maybe we can even find some proper clothes too. Brawngar may like to be exposed, but I’m gonna need a jacket soon.”
“Think you can lead us out of this forest Bart?” Arnie asked.
He sighs and says, “Maybe, I’m not super clear how I knew how to get here in the first place but maybe instinct will kick in again.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for. We may not want to ‘give in’ to our character’s personalities, but we can’t deny that it’s their skills that helped us survive so far.”
Carter and Bart didn’t want to admit that Arnie was right, but they both knew the truth.
The trio soon departed the cave and made their way through the forest. Bart took the lead and they had a few difficulties at first. After about an hour or so they’d realized that not only had they exhausted themselves hiking but now they were lost.
“So I’d like to revise my earlier statement,” a panting Bart attempted to say. “I don’t think I could get us out of the forest.”
“No shit. Guess you’re taking on your barbarian stupidity sooner than expected.” Carter quipped grasping his knees and catching his breath.
“Hey, I’m trying! It’s not my fault all these fucking trees look alike,” Bart growled, his face contorting into an all too familiar look of anger.
Just as the argument was about to start Arnie nearly missed the sound of a prowling animal nearby. He turned just in time to see a wolf behind Bart and another behind Carter.
“Guys! Quit it! We’re surrounded!”
Two other wolves emerged from the thick foliage, all snarling hungrily at them.
“I don’t suppose they’re gonna roll initiative,” Bart said trembling. “Anyone have any class abilities or magic that can get us out of this?” Arnie asked. “Fuck we chose a terrible party without any AoE casters,” Carter said rolling his eyes and taking out his daggers.
Arnie and Bart grabbed their sword in anticipation, dreading the next combat. Then suddenly a bundle of arrows flew over the group. As it reached its peak height it burst forth into several shots that scattered into the surrounding wolves. The animals scrambled away confused not knowing what had startled them. Arnie, Bart, and Carter looked equally dumbfounded trying to see the source of this miraculous move.
From the shadows of the tree a cloaked man approached. He threw his billowing visage aside and before them stood a mighty archer with a notched arrow.
His powerful arms held his bow firmly between his hands. Though finely shaven there was a wild and weathered look to this man’s face as he stared at them with hunter’s careful eyes. Eyes that gauged whether they were predator or prey.
“Did you do that arrow thing just now?” Arnie asked.
The man let out a breath of relief and slung his bow around his shoulder. He put his arrow back in his quiver and said, “Yeah it was called Cordon of Arrows. It’s a second level ranger spell. I’m sure you knew that… since you three are players after all.”
All three guys gasped simultaneously.
“I’ll save you the breathe and explain in a second. First things first, let’s get out of this forest. You have someone you need to meet first.”
I guess it’s rare these days for people to really love their jobs–but I do! I got my first job at a local Asian supermarket back when I was 16. I always used to be in there buying stuff as a kid, and the owner, Mr Kim, saw me growing up and treated me like an extended member of the family. He’d always say that he’d offer me a job as soon as “I was ready.”
I started working there and loved helping out, stacking the shelves and working as a cashier. But something always bothered me–I always looked and felt a bit out of place. I got strange looks from the customers–confused why I white guy like me was working in an Asian store. For them, I just wasn’t authentic…
I shared my frustrations with Mr Kim and he prepared some traditional “medicine” to solve the situation. There were 2 elements - one to make a change and one to reverse it. The whole process took about an hour in each direction according to Mr Kim. I drank the tea and felt a warmth spread through my body. Mr Kim told me to rest in the storeroom and come out again when I woke up. Sure enough, I woke up again after about an hour and felt like a new man! I looked in the mirror and loved my new reflection. I walked back into the store and felt a new sense of belonging I had never felt before.
I came to work earlier than normal, drank some tea and rested. Then the same at the end of the day. Some of the customers asked what had happened to the white employee, and I had to make up some excuse that “he” had left or something. They laughed and told me that I was much better than he was anyway. Man, if only they knew that the only difference was my appearance!
Switching both morning and evening started to be a real chore. It was 2 hours a day out of my schedule. I stopped changing during the week if I had a shift the next day to save time. But eventually I stopped shifting entirely. I changed back a few months back to attend a wedding, but that was the last time. It was surreal. It felt like that wasn’t my life and I was pretending to be someone else, even though I knew that was the original me. I’m happy with my life now and I love my job and I wouldn’t change anything.
Love the idea of a work uniform medicine! Excellent concept
“Um hello? Lin? Yeah it’s me! What do you mean who? Oh right you don’t recognize my voice… but dude you wouldn’t believe it! That thing I told you about- the Chronivac. It’s real! It just downloaded on my phone and I couldn’t wait a single second. I got to your building as soon as I could. I’m right in the parking garage!”
Lin wasn’t sure what his friend Vincent was talking about, or at least whoever was using Vicent’s phone was talking about. It kinda sounded like his coworker and friend when he started getting so excited talking about that science fiction invention, but those deep smooth tones sounded more like a trained baritone musician. The two friends were no stranger to excitable banter, but Lin always knew that Vincent could get into a frenzy when it came to some new interest. They may have both been nerdy guys, but Vincent really enforced the stereotype. But Lin wasn’t one to judge, after all anyone seeing the two of them would see two guys of below average height wearing glasses.
“Vincent, slow down I’m already walking down to the garage. You can explain to me whatever it is you’re on about once we meet up. I-” Lin paused as he turned the corner and saw an impressive man before him.
“Awesome I can’t wait till you see what this bad boy is capable of!” said Lin’s friend and the towering male model simultaneously. Everything about this man screamed the opposite of what Lin had expected. The messy haired, shorter, and slightly pudgy Vincent was nowhere to be seen on this beautiful statue of a man.
For a full 10 second Lin was speechless and just staring as Vincent continued, “Hello? Are you there? This garage has terrible reception and- Oh hey Lin!” The incredible hunk looked up and saw Lin’s vacant stare and started waving. With a few lumbering steps that seemed to shake the nearby ground, soon Lin was right in front of this man face to… well pectoral muscle.
“See! I told you. You wouldn’t believe what this thing could do!” Vincent held out his phone in his much larger hand. On its screen was a very fluid animation of the letter “C” that faded in and out of the word “Chronivac”.
“Holy sh- Wow! Vincent! Jesus. That’s really you!” Lin took a second to just pace around his friend’s new form.
“I know!? I couldn’t believe it either. I actually haven’t seen myself in a mirror yet. Can I use your bathroom?” Vincent asked.
Still blinking in disbelief Lin simply said. “Sure man. But you’ve got to tell me everything. Knowing you, it’ll take a few minutes before you get to anything important.”
Vincent made a pout with his new face that turned into more of an unintentional smolder as they made their way into the apartment complex.
“Well I just finished driving home when I got this text message saying that I’m one of the lucky individuals in the area to test out the new C-Vac Mobile. I didn’t know what that was, but when I opened the text my phone flashed bright white and suddenly I had the Chronivac on my phone!” Vincent giddily explained.
As they finally entered Lin’s small apartment he couldn’t help but take in the sight of such a cool muscular looking man talking with such enthusiasm.
“Anyway I’ve like read all the stories about this thing online before so I got to work! I made myself taller, buffer, and gave me a cool looking haircut to boot! Plus I made it so that no one but you and I would notice these changes! Classic Chronivac stuff you know? And- Whoa is that what I look like? My face is so chiseled and my hair looks amazing styled this way.” Vincent once again getting sidetracked began examining his new form. Each stroke of his face and hair causing his new huge arms to flex, revealing large clusters of muscles of every major group.
Lin had to gulp to prevent himself from swooning.
“Where was I. Oh that’s right! I wanted to show you right away so I turned my car into a motorcycle gave myself some motorcycle knowledge and then drove here. Totally forgot to give myself new clothes. My bad! Hope you don’t mind.” With a brief motion Vincent pulled at the stretched out excuse of clothing that draped across his amazing body.
“It’s not a problem I’m just… wow. I still can’t believe it. That’s incredible! You. You’re… incredible.” Lin was at a loss for words and it didn’t help that blood was surging towards his face as well as other places.
Even with these brief comments Lin had managed to make his much larger friend blush. “Well. That’s really nice of you… I’ve gotta say I was hoping that you’d like it. I’m glad you do! Uh… did you want to try it out?”
“Of course I mean. You’ll have to show me how it works but yeah I’d love to.” Lin said weakly.
The next few minutes were a bit of an intimate montage as the large hands of Vincent guided Lin’s along the surface of his phone. The sonorous voice of his friend guiding and explaining the basics of Chornivac control. After what seemed like minutes, Lin was ready.
“Alright I’ve set it to 1 minute timer for change and indeterminate length of transformation. Are you ready?” Vincent asked as Lin nodded.
With that Vincent clicked the commence button and suddenly Lin was overtaken by warmth.
“Whoa, didn’t know it’d feel this… tingly he said,” as his form began to shift and grow. It started at his core, with each heartbeat radiating waves of heat and change. With every breath he could feel his chest expanding. What little stray hairs that were on his bodies becoming neatly shaven as firm pecs were hardening above a clear six pack. Bones along his shoulders crackled to life as they broadened making way for lengthy arms solidly bulking up till they were at least 20 inches. He could feel his legs lengthening as his neck broadened, both becoming firm pillars of power. One heavy stomp marked the sign of his new weight, at the same time a low bass moan filled the small apartment. With his next stumbling step a large tanned foot hit the floor, at least size 16. The tearing of Lin’s clothes masked the cracking sounds of his face rearranging. Skin tone darkened to a nice healthy tan as Lin’s Asian heritage blended into something akin to a Latin Mediteranian mix. A light perma stubble now gracing his new face.
The new man before Vincent was panting as the physical changes subsided. But the Chronivac was far from over. The small apartment became a rooftop suite and the room they were standing in began to shift into a personal pool. The creaking of planks rearranging, glass forming, and doors rehinging was nearly deafening for the 5 seconds it took for this area to be reconstructed. But once it was complete the new Lin was standing waist deep in a sparkling pool, his new body to be exposed to the open air.
“You weren’t kidding. That was a rush,” Lin’s deep tones rumbled out of his mouth. It was Vincent’s turn to be speechless, causing Lin to smirk. “Well if you’re not gonna say anything why don’t you join me in the pool. You can get a much closer look over here. Then maybe later I can properly thank you for this new body. I think we’ll be having a lot more fun with it by the end of tonight.”
I fucking love my parents for signing me up for the military. Joining the military was the best thing to happen to me! I should probably explain the full story before I get a head of myself. I never wanted to enlist in the military but my parents didn’t care about or the fact that I was bullied all throughout high school for being smaller than most guys. I’m about 5 foot 4 and skinny and I should also mentioned that the bulling got worse when people found out I am a gay nerd. The main reason I didn’t want to enlist was because I knew the military was going to be hell for me. Tons of hot army studs to lust over, hours of excruciating training drills, and endless torments from the other soldiers for being smaller and nerdier than them. Unfortunately, my assumptions of the military was correct, it was just another high school and I was going to hate every minute of it. On the bright side, the thing about tons of hot soldiers to lust over was also true and that was what kept me going through my days. Most of the new recruits, and higher ups were all studs but there was one man that I adored more than anyone. He was our Sergeant and he was a tall 6 foot 5 wall of muscles. He oozes out testosterone and masculinity but he was a cocky, arrogant asshole. Our Sergeant kept pushing me harder than he did the other. I think it was because he wanted to see me fail at drills and embarrass me in front of everyone. He encouraged the other soldiers to harass me and laughed at me. I swear if it wasn’t for his great looks, I would have despised the military. It doesn’t help that no matter how hard I push myself, no matter how hard I worked, I could never seem to pack on any muscles and become stronger. Then my life all changed one day. It was a day like any other but our Sergeant was running late for morning drills so we did them without him. After our drills I was approached by a big man claiming to be our Master Sergeant. He was well muscled and tall but no where near big as our Sergeant. Anyways the Master Sergeant instructed me to follow him and I did. He led me down hallways I’ve never been down and through a door which led to a locker room that was connected to a private gym. He then walked over to a locker and pulled out a large camp pants and some shoes. “Strip” He command and I quickly did as I was told, having learned the hard way what happens when you disobey someone with higher authority. He then handed me the pant and shoes and ordered me to put them on. Again I put the clothes on like I was told but noticed a few things. One both the pants and shoe were huge! The pants I had to hold up with my hands and the shoes were size 14! That was a good 6 sizes larger than my size 8 feet. The last thing I noticed was that I could’ve sworn there was this strong manly musk coming from the clothes that reminded me of our Sergeant. After I got dressed I followed the Master Sergeant who had made his way into the gym to a pull-up bar. The Master Sergeant commanded me to do some pull-ups but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t reach the bar. It was simply too high up for someone of my short height to reach, even while jumping. The Master Sergeant eventually had to give me a lift in order for me to reach the bar and I began to attempt a pull-up. Unfortunately I failed. Once again I was lifted to the bar and forced to humiliate myself again but surprisingly, after what felt like a lifetime had passed. I managed to complete one successful pull up. I then tried again and sure enough the pull-ups felt easier to me. I got into a grove and began to complete pull-ups one after another. I even let go of the bar and readjusted my hands in mid air! What I failed to noticed was my body changing. My bones grew longer and larger as I shot up to a new height of 6 foot 5 and muscles erupting all over my body. The once large pants now fit me perfectly if not a little tight and my small size 8 feet grew to fit the large size 14 shoe perfectly. My face shifts and became more chiseled and sweat now coats my body from all the hard work I’ve been doing. My mind shifts as new memories and knowledge filled my mind. I then felt a huge surge of confidence and cockiness fill my mind. My body also gained a new but familiar manly musk and when I finally drop down from the bar, I finally notice the changes. “Woah what happened to me?” I say in shock notice my deeper voice. “Is that really my voice! Why does it sound familiar?” My voice boomed. The Master Sergeant then moved me in front of a mirror and that’s when I realize I was an exact copy of my missing Sergeant. “Is that really me? I look like the Sergeant! How is this possible?” I questioned as I flex my new massive muscles. The Master Sergeant then sat me down and explained the situation. So apparently the real Sergeant has been a pain in the ass for the higher ups. Always rude and never following order so they decided that they needed a replacement but couldn’t afford to loose such a strong and imposing figure. They came up with the plan to transform the Sergeant into some magical clothes, those being the pant and shoes, that will transform the next wearer into an exact replica of the Sergeant. “But why me sir?” I ask the Master Sergeant. He then told me I was chosen because I worked and trained the hardest and that I would make a better Sergeant because I listen to orders. He then showed me to my new office and left me alone, knowing I would probably want to explore my new body. I then flexed my body for a bit before I decided to take a sneak peek at my new package. “Damn I’m fucking hung. No one can resist me now” I say as I feel my new 11 inch dick and cherry sized balls. Just as I stop exploring my crotch, the door opens and in comes one of the new recruit. “Sergeant sir” The recruit addresses me. “What is it soldier?” I ask. “Well the other soldiers and I wanted to know why you missed morning drill sir!” He said timidly. “That’s none of your business soldier. I had some important classified business to attend to.” I replied. “But why weren’t we told ahe…” He starts to say. “Are you questioning your commanding Sergeant?” I growl at him. “No sir! Sorry sir!” He said then quickly left my office. I then smile and chuckle to myself. “I could get used to this new body and unexpected promotion.” I say as I go back to flexing my muscular body and bounce my pecs. The End
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There were a million different ways that Mitch would love to spend an afternoon with his boyfriend Blake, but attending a football game was definitely not among that vast spread of ideas. In fact, it wasn’t even in the top ten million things they could be doing together. He hadn’t made his distaste for the sport a secret in their nine-month relationship and usually Blake was good at limiting Mitch’s exposure to it, but an unfortunate set of circumstances had arose and led the pair to the moment where Mitch was reluctantly stepping into the Bills Stadium, hand-in-hand with his tall and strapping boyfriend, ready to endure several hours of a sport he had done his best throughout his twenty-five years to shun.
Curse you and your damn bowel problems, Kieron, the young black man thought bitterly. He didn’t actually know Kieron all that well - they had only met a few times - but he was Blake’s usual partner to the game whenever the Buffalo Bills were playing at their home stadium, and he had been forced to cancel last minute due to a stomach bug that had kept him trapped in the vicinity of the bathroom. Mitch had watched in pitying fashion as his boyfriend desperately contacted his friends to look for somebody to attend the game with him, but the last minute nature of it meant that many of them were locked into plans with their families.
Ultimately though it became clear that the only real option was for Mitch to offer to accompany his boyfriend. He’d been tempted to suggest that Blake simply miss the game - could missing one game really hurt all that much? - but the thought of how moody his boyfriend would be as a result had him shutting that prospect down fairly quickly. Dealing with a miserable Blake wasn’t exactly a fun way to spend the evening either and would only make him upset too, so at least this way only one of them would end up disgruntled. Besides, the joy that flashed in Blake’s eyes when Mitch had made his suggestion was enough to make it all seem like a wonderful idea… that was, until they were in the throngs of the crowd and Mitch was sharply being reminded just why he had never volunteered to come to a game before.
Unlike his boyfriend, Mitch’s history with football had been anything but positive. He was a self-confessed drama nerd and that had made him an easy target for the meathead jocks on the football team back in high school. It didn’t matter that almost a decade had passed since then, Mitch still had his reservations about jocks, only now it was more of a bitterness than the anxiety he had experienced as a teenager. In fact, it had been one of Mitch’s only hesitations when he had first been paired up with Blake on the dating app. The other’s profile had identified him as a former college football player and that immediately produced some doubt in Mitch’s mind, but the guy had been charming in their conversations and it was clear from their very first kiss that Blake was unlike any jock, ex or current, that Mitch had ever experienced before.
While their relationship had gotten off to a fairytale start and the fact that they came from such different worlds was part of what made their relationship so special and exciting, the honeymoon period was finally starting to wear off and Mitch was starting to grow irritable with certain things. Chief among them was how willing Blake seemed to be to blow off their plans in favour of hanging out with his old teammates from the high school football team, none of whom had managed to go pro. Blake always extended the invite to Mitch, of course, but he never felt like accompanying. A sports bar full of loud and rowdy football fans wasn’t exactly his scene. Besides, he’d much rather spend the evening curled up on the sofa under a blanket and watching the new season of Drag Race. Unfortunately getting Blake to agree to that seemed like an impossibility, especially in the middle of football season and, according to his boyfriend’s many excited exclamations, when the Buffalo Bills had apparently decided to play like genuine Super Bowl contenders for a change.
Once they were wedged into the seats that Blake had secured with his season ticket, Mitch continued to find more reasons to loathe his current situation: the middle-aged man next to him was so large that he was encroaching into Mitch’s personal space, a chill had settled in the air that his thin jacket was inadequate to protect him from, and Blake was once again tapping away on his phone. That last one was a particular point of irritation for Mitch; it wasn’t terribly uncommon for Blake to get wrapped up in group text chats with his friends and ignore his boyfriend in the process. He was always apologetic when Mitch called him out for it, but it was a recurring issue nonetheless.
Apparently Mitch hadn’t gotten any better at hiding his emotions though, as when Blake finally glanced up from his cell phone and in his direction, he was quickly challenged for his sour expression. “I agreed to come to this stupid game because it’s about the only opportunity I’ll get to actually spend some time with you this weekend,” he huffed, desperately attempting to restrain himself from going haywire and causing a scene. Blake wasn’t entirely to blame - Mitch hated being in large crowds and his nerves were sky high as a result - but he hadn’t exactly helped things either. Would it have killed him to give his boyfriend a little more attention rather than treating him like a toy that he’d go days without playing with?
“You know I hate this stupid sport and all the drunk assholes that come with it,” he continued, throwing an unsavoury glance at the large man beside him. “I’m only here because of you and you’re more interested in your damn group chat!” Blake at least had the good measure to look a little guilty, although Mitch could read his boyfriend’s expressions well enough to detect there was at least an element of frustration mixed in. He let out a heavy sigh and threw a bitter gaze out towards the field where the players from both teams were beginning to warm up. Despite better judgment and knowing it would only make the situation worse, Mitch couldn’t stop himself from throwing one more comment in his boyfriend’s direction: “Honestly, I wish you wanted to hang out with me as much as you do with your damn teammates!“
Mere moments after making that errant wish, Mitch’s entire body lurched forward as if pushed from behind by an unseen force. His stomach twisted into a knot and his vision was momentarily clouded by a blanket of darkness, both of which caused alarm bells to ring in Mitch’s head. Before his panic could escalate any further though, his equilibrium was restored… only, when he regained the ability to see, it was immediately clear that his surroundings had changed. Not only had he somehow moved from his seat in the stands down to the field itself, but he was also viewing everything from inside of a football helmet! With heavy laboured breaths, Mitch reached up and managed to remove the restrictive contraption from his head and inhaled sharply. What the ever-loving Hell is going on?
Holding the helmet in his hands though, Mitch was illuminated to several other surprising truths. He hadn’t just been wearing a football helmet, he was in fact somehow now donning a full football uniform: the blue and white garb of the Buffalo Bills, from the jersey to the tight pants and even the cleats. Beneath those clothes seemed to be a body that was not only taller but also felt heavier and stronger with every little movement that Mitch made. Beneath the sleeves of his underarmor shirt he could identify a pair of strong biceps and his upper legs were the size of… well, footballs.
While both the change of outfit and the strange reshaping of his slender body was certainly a bewildering twist, the third revelation outright stunned him. The hands that were holding the helmet were very clearly white, not the brown skin he had lived his whole life in! He couldn’t help but drop the helmet onto the grass and stare at his palms, trying to comprehend how his flesh was suddenly several hundred shades lighter. To say he was overwhelmed would be an understatement. He was so goddamn pale!
“Yo, Seventeen!” A deep voice called out somewhere behind Mitch. The mesmerised drama nerd had no idea they were talking to him until a hand slammed down on his shoulder and he turned to see another Bills player standing behind him. Had he bothered paying attention whenever Blake watched previous games he might have been able to identify the player, but alas Mitch had never even attempted to feign interest. “You good, QB?” the player asked, looking between Mitch and the helmet he had dropped to the floor. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous! We’ve already beat the Pats once this season, we can do it again today!”
The familiar tendrils of anxiety began crawling inside of Mitch. He couldn’t be expected to play football, could he? That was absolutely ridiculous! He didn’t know anything beyond the most basic of rules, he was horrifically uncoordinated and he was absolutely terrified of the physicality that came with the sport. Just glancing across the field he could already see the giant brutes of the defensive line eyeing him up like he was a delicious meal! “I- I don’t–” How on earth was he supposed to explain what the hell was going on when he didn’t even understand it himself!?
“Knock it off, Allen!” the handsome muscle-bound jock all but demanded, clapping a pair of heavy hands down on Mitch’s shoulders. “You got this, just get in the zone! The playoffs are in sight, bro! Keep your cool and get us a W!” He left no room for argument either, as he soon left Mitch standing alone and uncomfortable in a crowd of complete strangers. As he always did in such circumstances, Mitch decided that the only thing to do was to find Blake. His boyfriend would know what to do, wouldn’t he?
Staggering towards the general direction of where he thought their seats might have been, Mitch cast his eyes up towards the sea of football fans. He was practically on the sidelines as he scanned through the hundreds upon hundreds of faces, not seeing Blake anywhere - or his own face. Instead he was presented with a fall of adoring Bills fans, all of whom were chanting a name directly at him: “JOSH! JOSH! JOSH!” The chorus almost felt mocking given his plight, even if he understood that in some twisted way they were technically cheering for him. Just another layer of oddness onto the most bizarre day of his life.
“Where the hell are you, Blake?” Mitch bemoaned, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. The sense of dread was no longer just swimming around in his mind, it was gathering into a tidal wave that threatened to completely overwhelm him. Whenever he got in that sort of mindset it was always Blake that managed to calm him down, and even if the other wouldn’t provide any sort of immediate fix to whatever the living hell was going on, Mitch knew that just being in his boyfriend’s presence would make things a little easier. With absolutely no idea of where he might find his beloved partner though, the chances of that happening seemed painfully slim.
“Um… Josh are you alright?” The question came from Mitch’s left and he turned his head to see a shorter player of the team approaching. Even behind the helmet Mitch could recognise that he was attractive with dark skin not too dissimilar from Mitch’s own natural shade, but given everything that was happening in that moment, the other’s handsomeness hardly seemed like the most important thing at that moment. There was clear concern in the other’s eyes and somehow that only made the situation so much worse.
Finally he could contain it no longer and, despite knowing that it would make him look insane, Mitch burst out with a desperate cry: “Why do people keep calling me that?” He threw the helmet down onto the sidelines and ran a hand through his hair. Even just the texture of it felt different. Alien. Wrong. “I have no idea how I got here or why I’m wearing… this,” he continued in exasperation, “My name isn’t Josh, it’s Mitch and I hate football!” Tears were in his eyes and his blood boiled but he had no idea how to process the confusing cocktail of emotions he was feeling in that moment. The roaring crowd, the concerned teammates, the simple fact that he was occupying a taller body… it was all just too much!
“Mitch, baby it’s me Blake. I don’t know how it happened, but you and I are two football players on the Buffalo Bills,” the shorter athlete replied. For a moment Mitch thought that the other was playing a joke on him, but when he looked deep into those eyes, he surprised himself by being able to recognise Blake. Physically he was about as far from Mitch’s husky boyfriend as could be, but a glimpse into the other’s dark brown irises was all he needed to be able to identify the other.
Steadying his breath as best as he could, Mitch wiped at his eyes and glanced over his boyfriend’s shoulders. There were several other members of the team looking their way with expressions ranging from concern to confusion and even frustration. Doing his best to ignore them, Mitch instead placed his attention back on Blake… or whoever Blake now was. “We should get out of here. Get to the locker room or something and work out what the hell this is and how we undo it,” he hissed, still somewhat bewildered by having to lean down in order to close the distance between himself and his partner. He was so used to being the shorter of the pair!
“Mitch, baby. You can’t do that. One, you’ll look crazy sobbing like that and running away. Plus, you’ll have reporters and fans all rushing to you asking what’s going on,” the other replied. It was the obvious truth, but still not what Mitch wanted to hear. As an ex-drama kid he rather liked being the center of attention, but that was under his own circumstances, and definitely not when the result would paint him in a negative light. Star football player throws a tantrum and runs off crying? Yeah, he didn’t want to be responsible for that headline. “I still have no idea what the fuck is going on, but I know one thing. You look like a quarterback named Josh. Let’s put it this way. To everyone else, you are one of the most famous guys here.”
It was strange but as those words sunk in, Mitch felt a wave of confidence flush through him. He thought back to the crowd chanting his name - Josh’s name - and how deep down there had been a part of him that was actually excited by the attention. His childhood dreams of being a celebrity name had been realised… only in a fashion that he couldn’t have possibly ever imagined. “So what are you suggesting we do?” he asked after a moment, shaking himself out of that momentary excitement. The situation they were in was still very real and Mitch had a sinking feeling that it was only going to end up badly for him.
Deferring to his boyfriend’s suggestion as he was so wanton to do, Mitch followed him into the team huddle and purposefully ignored the strange looks he received from some of the other players. The coach was barking out orders but they might as well have been in Latin for all Mitch understood. He made sure to nod frequently and innocently asked a few questions to try and clarify just what the hell the coach was asking from him, but when he caught sight of his boyfriend’s sharp gaze - almost a glare, even - he figured that he was possibly doing too much and so forced himself into silence, while also praying to whatever higher power there was that some form of muscle memory might kick in and save him from total utter humiliation.
Within sixty seconds though it became unfortunately clear that things wouldn’t be going quite so easily for him. He had lined up in position, ready to receive the ball, but mere seconds after it had been snapped into his hands and he took a few steps back, there was already a wall of muscle charging towards him like a bull. The next thing Mitch knew, he was down on the field with the ball rolling out of his grasp and there was a cacophony of grunts and yells from above him. By the time he had pushed himself back up to a seated position, the opposing team had already returned his fumble for a touchdown. Now, Mitch was no expert at football but even he knew that was bad and, judging by some of the disappointed looks being cast his way, he was entirely to blame for it too. The shame rippled through him from head to toe as he begrudgingly rose to his feet and stomped back to the sidelines. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Blake, let alone anybody else. His body ached with pain from the tackle and his head was whirling, but strangely Mitch didn’t want to quit. He wasn’t a quitter!
This is just another acting role, he told himself, trying to put himself back into the mindset he’d had in high school when he’d treated every performance as if it was the role that would win him an Oscar or an Emmy or a Tony - he really wasn’t picky, he just wanted the recognition. You’re an NFL quarterback who wants to win. You want to do it for your team. For your coach. For the fans! You want to prove you’re just as good as Tom Brady or… uh, other quarterbacks. You can do this! You’re Josh freakin’ Allen! Mitch’s internal pep talk had done such a number on him that he barely heard the coach yelling at him for such a piss poor performance on the opening play. Minor miracles, he supposed. Once the coach was done with his tirade though he went back to talking through plays and even though the words sounded like gibberish, Mitch did his best to be a method actor and try to approach the situation as he imagined an NFL quarterback would. He wasn’t happy about it but every good actor worth their money took on challenging roles from time to time, didn’t they?
All the willpower in the world couldn’t help Mitch when it was time for the Bills offense to return to the field though. The coach had ordered a running play, much to his relief, but the ball was snapped to him with such force that it almost fell right out of his hands! Thankfully he didn’t manage to fail at quite such an extreme level, but the player he all but pushed the ball into the hands of made it just a single yard before getting pulled down by one of the intimidating goliaths from the defending team. Mitch winced at the impact but felt a small flush of relief that he wasn’t on the receiving end of it.
That relief was short lived as on the very next play he was once again slammed to the ground, although he had a minor victory in managing to keep hold of the ball even as he was pulled down. That had to count for something, right? As he pulled himself back up, he spared a glance towards his boyfriend and gave a hopeful smile, looking for some reassurance. He was trying his best, and none of this was exactly within his wheelhouse!
At third down and nine yards to go, things were looking rough for the Bills, and the coach ordered a passing play to try and gain the much needed first down. A fresh set of nerves established themselves deep within Mitch’s gut as he repeated the instruction to the team in the huddle, then ordered them to get into position. As long as they all knew where they were running to, he just had to throw it to whichever of them had the least opposition around them. It sounded simple enough, but Mitch ‘s experiences so far had taught him that even the simplest things in football weren’t as easy as the players on the screen made it look. He supposed the experience had begrudgingly made him appreciate the skill that football players had and their dedication in improving their craft. It wasn’t something an average joe like Mitch himself could just expect to excel at.
Keeping his grip tight once the ball was snapped into his hands, Mitch took a few quick steps back and desperately scanned the field as his receivers attempted to duck and weave past the Patriots defenders. It was #11, whose jersey identified him as ‘Beasley’, who seemed to get separation first, so Mitch pulled back his arm and threw the ball at full force towards his teammate. The moment it left his hands though, he understood that he had severely the throwing ability of the quarterback’s body, as the ball shot past Beasley like a missle and skidded down into the turf some twenty yards away.
The Bills punting team made their way out onto the field to handle duties on fourth down, while Mitch and the rest of the offense miserably trudged back to the sideline. He tried to catch Blake’s eye, but his boyfriend was deep in discussion with another of the receivers and didn’t deign to look his way at all. Being ignored stung, but Mitch soon had other issues to deal with when the offensive coordinator was back in his face and screaming at him for screwing up once again. Mitch had a flashback to every time he’d had his personal space invaded by a bully back in high school, or his dad had punished him for his misbehaviour, and those memories lit a fire within him. It was small and fragile, easily snuffed out by the bitter breeze of reality, but it shone brighter with every moment that Mitch stood and took the onslaught from the coach. In the past he had always relented in the face of hardship. He didn’t want to do that anymore, especially not on such a grand stage. As impossible as it seemed, he was determined to give the performance of a lifetime!
There were only twenty seconds left to play in the first quarter by the time the Bills offense returned to the field, but Mitch had continued to protect and build that small flame inside of him, all while the Patriots delivered the ball down the field for their second touchdown. He had stood as still as a statue on the sideline, carefully monitoring the opposition and particularly how their quarterback moved. Nobody had approached him, either they didn’t dare interrupt when his face showed such ferocity, or they were simply too disappointed and disgusted in his prior performance. Either way, Mitch was glad for the lack of distraction. Walking out onto the pitch for the third time, he felt something that might have resembled confidence under any other circumstance.
With such little time left on the clock, the most logical move was for them to attempt a passing throw so they could try and get a first down to begin the second quarter at a better position. As he settled behind his centre, Mitch took in a deep breath and prayed to every deity he could think of just to get one thing right. As soon as the ball was in his hands, he dropped back and once again scanned his immediate surroundings to see if there were any holes in the Patriots defense. In a split second he had identified one of the Bills receivers duking around the defender to create some space. It wasn’t just any receiver either. “Blake!” Even as he called out his boyfriend’s name, Mitch was letting the ball loose, this time with a more measured amount of strength behind it. The care taken behind the throw was thankfully not for nought either, as it sailed right into the waiting arms of Mitch’s boyfriend, who took off towards the endzone in a sprint. While he was brought down after some ten yards, in Mitch’s eyes it was still a victory. He’d finally done something right, and the team had a first down with only sixty-five more yards to go. A daunting prospect, for sure, but it suddenly no longer seemed quite so impossible…
The confidence and momentum gained after that first completed throw blissfully carried right into the second quarter, as Mitch was able to rocket off two consecutive screen passes. Sure, they only got a few yards each but it was enough to leave them at third down and three yards, and miles better than his earlier performance.
Under the coach’s instruction, Mitch passed the ball off to the running back on the third down play, and watched as the athlete dodged past a diving defender to get over the first down marker, much to the approval of the home crowd who had been rather quiet up to that point. Mitch spared a brief moment to wonder if the real Josh Allen was somewhere in that crowd watching and judging him for his performance, but he was quickly pulled back into reality by the coach speaking into his ear and giving him instructions on how to play the next set of downs.
Their drive down the field was a slow one and several of Mitch’s pass attempts were batted down but mercifully none of them resulted in an interception or fumble. After almost eight minutes of playtime, the Bills were finally only two yards from the opposing team’s endzone and Mitch wasn’t about to let all the hard work that the whole team had put in go to waste.
As they gathered in the huddle, he found himself talking with an informed confidence that had been seeded at the end of the first quarter and had then blossomed and grown throughout the long march into enemy territory. “I’m going to fake the hand-off, then send it to Bl– to Diggs,” he declared, catching his boyfriend’s eye and nodding. “We’ve all just gotta make them believe we’ve gone in on the run play and catch them off guard with the pass. Everyone clear?” A chorus of grunted affirmations came back in response and then the huddle disbanded to take their places on the line.
Despite a long history of moments full of joy - graduating high school, his first kiss with Blake, moving out of his parents’ home - Mitch wasn’t sure if there were any that quite matched up to the overwhelming rush that came over him as the play ran perfectly how he’d predicted it would. The defenders all burst forward to try and stop the run and adrenaline pumped through every fibre of Mitch’s tall body as he fired the ball up and over the throng of bodies and into the waiting arms of Blake as he tore across the empty endzone. The roar of the crowd echoed the thundering of elation in Mitch’s mind and he was the first to run towards Blake, his body’s muscle memory taking over and instructing him to jump up at the same time as the other to deliver a friendly bounce to his touchdown-scoring teammate. Moments later and the rest of the team were surrounding them to join in the celebration, quickly silencing the whispering voice at the back of Mitch’s mind that had wanted to rip his helmet off and kiss his boyfriend. The thought dissipated like dust in the wind and was forgotten by the time the team returned to the sidelines to allow the kicking team to add on the extra point with the same professional ease they always did.
Once they were back in the locker room and the coach was both chiding and praising them for their efforts in the first half, Mitch finally had a chance to breathe. He’d gotten so wrapped up during those last few minutes of the second quarter that he’d almost started to think he actually was Josh Allen. The thought of losing himself into an identity that wasn’t his own - particularly one of a straight white athlete, which was about as far from his normal as could possibly be - was actually rather terrifying for Mitch. It seemed impossible to deny that in the touchdown-scoring play he had been making use of the quarterback’s own knowledge and instincts rather than anything he himself actually knew, and while it had led to triumph in that immediate moment, it also spelled out a dangerous prophecy of the future.
Seeking out his boyfriend, Mitch made an excuse to pull him out of earshot of the rest of the team. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to overhear them and think their quarterback had gone insane. He was definitely coasting on thin ice with most of them given his performance in the first quarter and he didn’t want to give any of them more evidence to doubt him, or do anything that might lead to him being benched for the second half. Isn’t that insane in itself though? Mitch realized, I actually want to play! This isn’t like me at all… it’s Josh. I’m becoming him and I can’t stop it! Even just looking down to speak to his boyfriend didn’t feel as weird as it had in the initial moments after they had been displaced from their bodies, and he no longer felt his mind spin in confusion whenever he saw the lighter pigment of his hands.
“We’ve really got to do something about all this,” he hissed, casting nervous glances around the locker room while also trying to maintain a neutral expression. “I know it sounds insane but I can feel myself… slipping. There are moments where it’s almost like I forget I’m me and think I’m Josh and it’s been happening more and more, the longer we’re like this.” He searched his boyfriend’s face to carefully interpret his reaction. “Is it happening to you too?”
Truthfully Mitch wasn’t sure whether to be worried or reassured by Blake’s response. Still, neither a confirmation or denial actually helped them solve anything because they were in a tight spot. Despite knowing that the best thing to do if they were going to salvage their true identities was to find their original bodies and pray that the reunion would swap them back, the thought of abandoning the game and the rest of their team was just as anxiety-inducing, if not even moreso. People were depending on them and it wasn’t right to simply walk away in a game of such importance.
Ultimately though they didn’t have much of a choice because before they knew it the coach was calling them back over to advise that the half-time intermission was almost over and they needed to head back to the field. With their opportunity to flee gone, panic once again rose within Mitch but he forced it back down with surprising firmness. You can’t go back to playing like crap out there, he told himself sternly. You’ve got to keep your head in the game, play like you’re a franchise quarterback and send the Bills Mafia home happy. Had Mitch not been so zoned in on his own words, he might have been surprised to find himself using the popular nickname for the Bills fans, but he had more important things going on. He’d been on a roll towards the end of the first quarter and he was going to continue pushing forward. There was no time for looking back anymore!
As he departed the locker room to join his team back on the sidelines, Mitch had the distinct feeling that he had left something behind, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what that was. Evidently it wasn’t important if he couldn’t recall it, he rationalised. At that moment the most important thing was getting his head back into the game and with his teammates getting hyped up around him that wasn’t all that difficult to do. Mitch loved the sense of camaraderie he felt among the group of athletes. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before and yet there was also a strange sense of familiarity to it. He supposed he was starting to understand why Blake and so many other guys had played football growing up and why the jocks he’d gone to high school with had always hung out in a clique together. As crazy as it was, in a sense the guys around him felt like his family. They had his back and that was something to be treasured.
Riding on the determination not to let his new family down, Mitch got the second half of the game off to a strong start: completed pass, first down; hand-off, first down; completed pass; first down. In just three plays they were already in the red zone and aiming to get another six points on the board. The Patriots were in the lead but it was still a one touchdown game. They couldn’t be counted out just yet! Once they were in the huddle, Mitch didn’t even think twice about calling out the plays and confirming with his teammates that they knew what was expected of them. Then, like a well oiled machine, they were meeting those expectations and Mitch was able to deliver the football into the hands of Beasley for another fifteen yards, putting them only ten yards away from the endzone. There was a buzz building in the air and the adrenaline pumped through every part of Mitch’s tall, lean and oh so very white body.
That adrenaline served the stand-in quarterback well, as even when the play broke down and it looked like all of his receivers were being covered, Mitch didn’t panic. Instead he fell back into that autopilot mode, identified a hole in the defense to his right, tucked the ball under his arm and took off like a cheetah!
Hurdling over one of the defenders diving towards him, Mitch allowed his momentum to carry him forward and right into the endzone. Even though the explosion of movement had ended with him crashing down on his back, ball still in his hand, Mitch felt like he was cloud nine. He bathed in the outburst of approval from the crowd as his teammates helped him back up and enjoyed the various pats on his back, helmet and even his ass, although he was under no delusions that they were anything more than just displays of sportsmanlike approval.
Indeed, as the team returned to the sidelines, Mitch found his attention caught by something rather unexpected: the line of cheerleaders, in their skimpy blue shirts that showed off their skinny midriffs and the white skirts that highlighted their long legs. Once upon a time Mitch might have decried the sexualisation of women but instead he was momentarily captivated by their beauty, especially knowing that they were cheering for him. His eyes traced over their slender frames, appreciating the way they shook their hips and the subtle bounce of both their ass and tits. His captivation lasted only a brief moment, but the knowledge that he’d been actively checking out a group of women didn’t leave his mind so easily afterwards.
The game only remained tied up for another five minutes of playtime before the Patriots had scored another touchdown. Mitch chuckled at the resounding boos coming from the crowd. There was definitely no love lost between the Bills Mafia and the New England Patriots, and he found himself buying into it too. He wanted to win and put their divisional rivals in their place just as badly as the fans wanted them to, and Mitch knew that his teammates all felt the same way as him too. “You’ll get ‘em next time, Defense!” he called out as the Bills defensive unit returned to the sidelines, slapping a number of hands as they passed him. “We got this, guys. They ain’t walking out here with a W, I’m telling you now!”
Mitch had always considered himself a man of his word and even under such unusual circumstances he didn’t like to give false promises. Thankfully he’d found his groove and his earlier anxieties upon stepping onto the field had been entirely eliminated and instead replaced by a cool calm, as if he’d been playing football his whole life rather than openly resenting it whenever given the chance. His new composure was on full display throughout the drive as he alternated between quick darts and long throws, between hand-offs and play action passes, between delivering accurate balls to his receivers and making runs himself. Then, when it was finally time for them to make a play at getting another touchdown, Mitch fired a bullet right towards Diggs, who caught it with his expert hands.
Wait, Diggs? I mean Blake, he corrected himself, flummoxed by his own mistake for a moment. For a few minutes there he’d all but forgotten that his boyfriend was playing on the team with him. When Mitch looked at the team’s star receiver though, he didn’t experience the same rush of romantic delight and sexual desire that he always had. Instead what he felt was closer to friendly admiration and although it was concerning, he supposed it made sense. They weren’t boyfriends in their new (and hopefully temporary) bodies, after all. Once they were back in their correct bodies he was sure all of those feelings would be right back in place like they should be but they still had another quarter to play before then though, and Mitch couldn’t allow himself to get distracted to such a degree.
As the Bills continued to persevere and push forward though, Mitch felt the last pieces of himself slip further and further away. The memories of his life with Blake disappeared into nothingness, forgotten like a wild dream from years past. The prospect of him being a drama kid back in high school became a ridiculous notion, especially since he could remember playing quarterback all through high school and college. His dream had always been to make it to the NFL and one day lead his team to a Super Bowl win, to think that he’d ever wanted anything else for himself was silly. Even the whispering voice in the back of his mind that insisted something was wrong was eventually silenced, squashed under a repeating chant: You’re a winner, Josh. This team is a winning team. You’re a winner, Josh…
With only two minutes left on the clock in the fourth and final quarter, the Bills had created a dominant lead with thirty-five to the Patriots’ seventeen. It had been a team effort; both the offense and the defense had busted their ass to pull them back from such a miserable start. As Josh returned to the field, he was unable to hide the proud smile from his face. While he had no idea what had caused his poor form at the beginning of the game, he was back to feeling like himself and thankful for it! Under his guidance they were able to run the clock down until there were just fifteen seconds left and another twenty-five yards to go. It would have been perfectly acceptable for them to take a knee and let the clock run out but Josh had other ideas.
“Diggs, you ready for one more big throw?” he asked his teammate and best friend once they were in the final huddle of the game. He flashed a grin across at his buddy, then laid out his plans to the rest of the team. After facing off against the Patriots defense for the entire game, the Bills quarterback was confident that he had a good read on them and knew precisely how to play them to get the coverage off of Diggs. Sure enough, they took the bait hook, line and sinker; Diggs was left with only one defender trailing after him. Pulling his arm back, Josh fired the ball into the air like a rocket and watched it hang in the air for several seconds before arcing down into the endzone, where it was caught by the diving wide receiver just as the final few seconds on the game clock ran out.
Caught in the very middle of the entire Buffalo Bills team, Josh Allen had the strangest feeling, almost like this was his very first win even though he knew that simply wasn’t the case. Still, as the team finally began to disperse and shake hands with the opposition, Josh made sure to catch a moment with Stefon Diggs, his most reliable receiver and closest friend on the roster. “Another killer game, dude!” he praised, pullin the other in for a quick friendly hug. “Now, how ‘bout me and you play some Warzone when we’re home? I’m all fired up after that W!” Sleep wouldn’t be coming any time soon, that was for sure. Besides, he was pretty much living a dream anyway! Who wouldn’t want to be an NFL starting quarterback? Josh counted himself incredibly lucky: he didn’t have to wonder because he actually was! It was a privilege to lead the team and he was confident that he was going to lead the Bills to many more wins and, hopefully one day soon, even a Super Bowl ring!