Tyler stood in his empty yellow condo. It offered practically everything he had wanted in a home: free utilities, strong wifi and an unlimited stock of food, drinks and snacks. The views were bland. The only outside was an endless field of yellow grass with no signs of wilting. Yet, the last time he saw another human was before he was trapped in his yellow limbo. The only organic sounds were that of the restless wind blowing outside. An endless reminder that it would be just him until it was another person’s time. He recalled the day he got stuck.
Tyler had been always a messy person but that didn’t stop him from inviting hookups. That day Tyler procrastinated until the last hour before his hookup showed up to clean his place. The hunk flexed in the mirror, massaging his muscles.
As he tried to make his place look clean, he found a dusty magazine on top of a cabinet. It had no title and he didn’t recognize its contents either, which were all blank neon yellow pages. It must have been one of those pretentious artsy magazines. The only picture was the front cover of an Asian twink in yellow underwear. Tyler put the magazine back in the cabinet to use the next day as jerking material.
The room became clean though it turned unsettling. The walls appeared to seep yellow. It wasn’t fluid or anything that resembled water. The color yellow bled from the walls and onto the floor, causing it to take on a mildew scent in its yellow tinge. Tyler figured it was his horny imagination and washed his face in water, which luckily wasn’t yellow. He went back to the living room but it had gotten worse. The walls expanded into nothingness. Tyler walked for an infinite amount on the damp beige carpet and he found himself pacing next to his couch.
Before Tyler could ask what was going on, his hookup walked in. He was normal. His black tanktop and tight blue skinny jeans looked like an ocean next to the room drowning in yellow. Tyler had expected the hookup to make a comment about his place but he didn’t.
“You don’t see that?” Tyler pointed to the windows flashing in and out of existence like it was a corrupted save file.
“See what?”
“Everything! The windows are disappearing and reappearing. This room is infinitely long and there’s yellow everywhere.”
The twink quickly left, excusing himself as he had to wait inline at a record store to buy a Brat Green Vinyl.
Tyler sat on the couch, sinking deep into it like he was drowning in fabric. Yet, a faint sound grew louder the further he sank. As quickly as he was enveloped by the couch, he was spat out onto the floor as the sound became clear. It was the upbeat dance music of Madonna and Lady Gaga playing off a boombox. But Tyler never had any speakers nor did his neighbors, as the lease banned them after New Year’s. The techno beats became nearly unbearable as light steps approached the main door.
“Get the fuck away, I have a weapon,” Tyler lied. The only dangerous thing nearby was a clear dildo he would have used on his hookup.
The music stopped. The entire room became normal. No more infinite walls or color bleeding. Then, the door opened despite Tyler locking it after his hookup left. The same twink in yellow on the magazine cover walked in with a full hard on, saying hey to Tyler.
“Get out of my place,” shouted Tyler.
“Why?” The twink in yellow frowned.
“I’ll call the cops if you don’t.”
“Girl, no, that’s not nice.”
“Neither is breaking into people’s house.” Tyler grew aroused from the twink in yellow playing with himself infront of him. He began to consider him as his replacement hookup.
The twink in yellow caressed Tyler’s body and said, “Well anyways, thanks for opening up that magazine. I can finally be free—“
Before Tyler could respond, the twink attacked him with a kiss to his mouth. It was ungodly, the world stopped around them. Tyler felt he had drank a lust potion, eager to explore the rest of the twink of yellow. They progressed from Tyler face fucking the soft mouth of the twink in yellow to a breeding session. As Tyler focused on touching his prostate and preparing to unload in him, he failed to notice the changes to both of them. The twink in yellow began to build up muscle. His flat back expanded and widened into peaks and the arms that held onto the bedsheets became filled with pure muscle.
Tyler himself was shrinking. All of the hard work in the gym with his protein shakes and excessive sets at machines dissipated. His pecs were still defined but had flattened out. His once spectacular biceps that he used to pin down twinks with had deflated. He even shrank in height as well, being able to barely over see the towering twunk he was topping.
It was not until Tyler finished with an overfilled load inside of the former twink in yellow that he realized he became the twink. He glided his soft hands across his now flat bodily architecture. He mourned the death of his gains. He said “What the hell happened to us?”
The now twunk smiled, wearing red antler headbands, “Well when I read the magazine it was after a Christmas hookup and got stuck as the twink in yellow. But now since you read it, I’m finally free and it’s your turn.”
“What?” asked Tyler, now the twunk towered over him.
“You’re stuck in that magazine until someone else reads it. Basically a pocket dimension. It’s a pretty nice condo but lonely though.”
“Wait—“
“See ya,” The twunk left as quickly as Tyler came.
“Wait come back, you can’t—“ Tyler’s vision grew black as he fainted on the mildew-soaked floor. He woke up in a condo with yellow furniture and walls. He tried to leave but there was no point of escaping. He could only look out of the balcony into the yellow field, waiting until another unfortunate man would read the twink in yellow magazine.
Can you do a story where a guy's world and reality start changing around him like he has always been this big bodybuilder (even his reflection changed) but his body is the very last thing to change ?
Muscles. The holy grail to attract women. That's what Manny thought of in order to justify buying a spell from an Engkanto (a mythical Filipino spirit) on Etsy. Attached to his $45 payment bill was a pdf in Visayan. Per Manny's request, the spell would cause his muscles to grow. It would made him look like he lived in the gym despite only going there for leg day every 2-4 weeks. The main problem was that Manny's parents never taught him Tagalog, let alone Visayan. Manny only spoke Visayan once in his life, five minutes before trying the spell. Google Translate and Chat-GPT were his saviors.
Chanting the spell printed off crinkled paper, disembodied voices cheered with him. The ceiling lights grew dim as the room shook around like it had its own heartbeat. Despite not knowing the language, he knew he had already fucked up. As he stumbled over his vowels and aspirated consonants, the voices turned into mockery. They cackled, shouting "Nakakaon ka’g tagok?" (Why can't you say it?) and “Gago!” (Idiot!). Their sounds of torment circling around him like a typhoon. After he finished butchering the last word, the voices stopped. The only noise was the humming of the working lights. He looked down at his body. He was still a twink.
As Manny typed his complaints to the Etsy Engkanto, his phone dinged with several notifications. While he feared they were of identity theft, it was a different form of identity. It was the black and orange app of Grindr. Many of the notifications were Taps and other reactions. Even more were the numerous pictures and horny introductions sent in masse by gay men, stretching up until a few months ago. A memory seeded in his mind of always being on Grindr but deleting it every couple of months to install it again, which was the weakness of every gay man. While his memories of fucking women remained, his sensations of breeding their pussies felt off. Unsatisfying. The total opposite of what he wanted.
Manny sent a message to the seller, “Hey this spell you sold me made me gay and I'm still a petite twink."
The seller responded back, almost like a bot, "The spell is fine. This a user error. Did you try to practice your pronunciation of the spell a couple of times before actually trying it."
“No but I didn’t ask to be gay. I don't even care about the muscles at this point. Can you turn me straight again?”
“Purchase another spell for that.”
“You can’t refund me? Dude, I want to pick up a girlfriend."
“My policy is no refunds. You can pick up a boyfriend now if you want. Either stay gay or buy another spell of mine. My bisexuality spell is half off.”
“Can you please out of courtesy send me the straight spell for free?"
User has blocked you.
Manny looked at the mirror. Still the same body as before. Not even a slight growth in his muscles or height. Manny, like any person with a niche problem, researched on Reddit on how to correct or at least undo the spell. Per a subreddit of customers of Etsy Witches and beyond, any amount of word mispronunciation will alter or delay the spell but it would not cancel it. One post noted how she had mispronounced a spell that would have made her rich, describing how rich objects, such as a luxury house, car and a private-practice neurosurgeon husband, manifested first. It took a month for her bank account to be updated with her new wealth. Another user wished to be young again and he was transported back to college: classes, absent RA’s and quirky roommates. Yet, for weeks, he still saw himself as a middle aged man with ill-fitting clothes that made it more of a sitcom than a fulfillment fantasy, before he woke up one day back as a college freshman.
With the only solution to either spend more money or to wait and give up, Manny chose the latter to continue on with his life. All the hot girls in yoga pants he used to stare at were nearly invisible to his new male gaze. His attention turned to the other muscular man, many wearing muscle shirts and booty shorts that aimed to objectify themselves and their hard-earned physiques primarily with other men in mind. A particular man, Joshua, another Filipino bodybuilder, caught his eye with his bright red shorts that showed his glutes whenever he squatted 350 lbs. Memories of their first hookup at the gym’s steam room and how quickly Joshua came in his mouth filled up his mind. As Manny admired the grunts and moans of the hot guys around him, he failed to notice the growing piles of eyes staring at him. Some whispering their envies of his gains and accusations of gear. Others enamored and speechless from how perfectly sculpted his body was.
Joshua met his eyes and headed towards him.
Manny looked to the side, acting like he wasn’t caught.
The other bodybuilder spoke first, “Bro, how do you get built like that?”
“Like what?” Manny shrugged, his tank top hanging loose off him, almost like a dress, breezing from the loud fans in the ceiling.
“Humble guy I see. Just look in the mirror, bro,” Joshua guided him to get up from his bench and to the reflection.
On the other side was a tall muscular man. Bulging veins on his massive arms, able to crush someone with ease. He took off his tight tank and basked in the dramatic top down lighting, admiring the complexities and depth of his muscles. There was a narrow yet deep crevice in between his mountainous pecs and a striking division among his perfect abs. He rotated his legs, the calves ready to burst out. Flexing his arms one more time, Manny noticed the flirty smile of Joshua.
Expecting the mirror to match reality, Manny looked down on his own body with disappointment. He was still the frail twink he was. The man in the reflection wasn’t him, even if that was what showed up in his cameras as well. He frowned at the mismatch, he squeezed his own flat chest and sighed.
“What’s wrong dude?” asked Joshua.
“Uh. Um it’s just I wish I was more built.
Joshua squeezed his chest discreetly, snickering to himself, “What do you mean bro? You got melons for a chest! You need perfect genetics and diet and a whole lifetime of just lifting to even get close to your physique.”
“Yeah,” The bodybuilder smiled back in the mirror, “It’s hard to compare yourself to others.”
“Bro that’s number one downfall right there. If you keep comparing to other’s peoples selves and lives, you lose track of yourself.”
He was right. Joshua went back to his set, lifting weights that would have killed him a week before with ease, with Manny hyping himself up. The rest of their 3 hour gym session went quick with a lot of bantering and flirting before a quick hookup in Joshua's place.
While they fucked, Joshua kept caressing Manny's flat stomach and unremarkable arms, burying himself into his non-existent pecs. He even struggled to fit Manny’s average member into himself, acting like it was a monster size. After sweating bullets and vigorous thrusting, Manny came in him and passed out. He woke up next morning, a slight hope that this would be the trigger, to Joshua drooling over his physique. He lifted his blanket, expecting a firm chest underneath but it was still flat.
After eating breakfast and saying their goodbyes, Manny returned to his own home. He turned on the lights to an unfamiliar apartment. Posters of famous bodybuilders on the wall. Weights littering the floor like stone islands. Protein powder jars scattered around like cauldrons in a witches hut. Bodybuilding trophies with memories of winning the competition brought back into his mind. His muscle memory led him to make a protein packed beef Adobo with plain rice. Everything had resumed into his wish: the memories, the house and the perception of others. But it was his view of himself that was left.
Manny tried the classic transformation clichés. Pretending to wake up from a deep nap where he dreamed he became a different person. Bending down infront of a mirror to expect a sudden transformation. Saying aloud "Boy it would be really inconvenient if I transformed right now." He even read transformation blogs that transformed the reader. None of it worked. Not even a placebo effect was weaseled out of it.
It took weeks for it to finally happen. But it wasn’t convenient. Not when he slept. Not when he was complaining at home about contemplating buying another spell. Not when he stepped out of the shower and darted for the mirror. Not when he fucked Joshua and other men in a steamy orgy of a bathhouse. It was at a grocery store. In aisle 7. The detergent aisle. He didn’t expect doing this much laundry as a bodybuilder but he wore shirts, briefs and shorts like he was at a fashion show. Manny only realized it when Joshua shove detergent into his chest, which was busting out of his t shirt. He even flexed at the aisle of mirrors, admiring how his forms of himself were matched. The reflection finally matched reality. His memories as a straight twink evaporated. The gay bodybuilder reality settled in, replacing any last memory or moment of what was.
Leo stared at the wrapped artisan bath bomb his Vietnamese girlfriend had gifted him. He could never beat the gay allegations, from his twink build to bright blue eyes, dirty blonde hair that smelled of sea salt spray and soft pale skin that was the envy of others. His extensive skincare routine and love of fruity and sweet scents didn’t help either. But he didn’t mind the allegations as he and his wonderful girlfriend, Vivian, knew it had no basis besides superficial stereotypes. For Vivian, it was one of her favorite aspects about him.
The bath bomb was specially crafted from a secret combination of scents and aromas. No added dyes or preservatives. All perfect for his sensitive skin. Vivian had bought a crate’s worth of them on her 3 week excursion to Vietnam earlier in the month. She apologized to Leo for not knowing the exact names. She still had difficulty mastering the tonal sounds of Vietnamese, let alone being able to read the alphabet. From her own clunky comprehension, its name was “Kiss of Papaya.”
Leo started the bath. Soft steam filling the room. He took off his headphones, the rush of hot water covering his ears.
A voice at the door shattered the internal serenity. His friend, Jake, opened the door slightly, his blonde hair peeking through, “Bro we’re about to hop in the jacuzzi. Kyle’s got the drinks and inflatable cooler ready.”
“I’m taking a bubble bath first. Vivian got me this,” Leo smiled, holding up the unwrapped bath bomb. It felt like Styrofoam in his hands, seemingly malleable. Its patterns of vibrant pink and oranges weaving into each other as spirals.
“You’d rather take a princess bath with that gay tennis ball? Some days I feel like you’re actually gay.”
“I’m not. The only thing that determines if I’m gay is if I like men, not my skincare or self care routines. As far as I’ve known, I only like women and I don’t expect that to change. Besides, Vivian’s out for errands and will join us in the jacuzzi later.”
“Pfft. Just hop in once you’re done. We’ll be playing silent Marco Polo.”
The door shut. Warm water rose to a few inches before overfilling. The ceiling lights shimmered and refracted on the surface like the sun. The warm steam massaged his bare body once he undressed entirely. Once in the water, the bath bomb fizzled out into orange, pink and green foams like soda. He slid slowly into the warm fruity waters. His head felt blank as he closed his eyes.
The sting of chlorinated Papaya water woke him up. He shot up from the tub, foamy water splashing on the floor. It smelled of papaya and mango, which were now familiar to him. His nose and mouth stung residually from the aromas. His skin was much tanner with an undertone of amber. He figured it was from the lighting. Yet his skin did not wrinkle as it usually did from prolonged water contact. He continued to inspect the rest of his bare body, now much bulkier in frame. His butterfly tattoo migrated from his torso to the right shoulder. No longer a butterfly, it was a geometric pattern with an additional two thick red lines wrapped around his right wrist. He finished his inspection in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair was freshly cut in ink black and straight. His physique had bulked, turning him into a bonafide Asian hunk. He flexed his darker arms and took a selfie.
He thought of how hard he was going to pound Vivian and pulled up a bikini photo of her. Yet, he couldn’t get hard. No matter how hard he thought or motioned, it stayed flaccid. His member only grew with a quick glance of an Asian twink in the background. Well fuck, the allegations were true now.
He dried and dressed himself in bare essentials, finding the crate of different bath bombs at the corner. Now being able to read Vietnamese, it had a big disclaimer: Men who used the bath bomb would become gay, regardless of their previous sexuality. There were bath bombs of other colors and scents in the crate, some of them would turn the user Filipino and others into Korean.
Kyle rested in the jacuzzi. The blue lights illuminated their pale bodies. He complained of how long Leo was taking with the bath bombs. He was shocked to see the Asian hunk instead of the white twink he had spoken to earlier.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Leo. The bath bombs turned me into this muscular Asian hunk.”
“That’s sick, bro. Vivian’s gonna love that.”
“Actually I broke up with her a minute over text before I got here.”
“You fumbled a baddie, dude. Why?
“Because I’m into dudes now,” Leo snarled, inching the crate of bath bombs closer to the edge of the bubbling jacuzzi. “Especially like the future Asian guys you are all going to be,” To the shock of Kyle and the rest of the group, the bath bombs dropped into the water, unleashing a potpourri of aromas.
When Vivian came to collect her things, she watched the Asian hunks make out and fuck each other by the side of the jacuzzi. Her heart was broken and at that point, Leo was unrecognizable. She tried to drown out the endless moans and gay club music with the same headphones she had gifted Leo. If she had known Vietnamese even a little bit better, things would have gone differently. A little comprehension goes a long way.
“Look babe, if you wanted me to stay with your over the holidays, you should have let me known,” Said Dario, a Latino hunk, on his Facetime call with his long distance girlfriend.
“I fucking did,” the blonde bimbo on the other side of the call screamed, “I literally texted you several times, mailed literal letters of reminders about it and every time I called you, I brought it up every time as a gentle reminder. And somehow you still forgot!”
“Still, I doesn’t see how it’s my fault but sorry," Dario effortlessly shrugged without much care for his girlfriend of a few years, "Babe, I made plans with the boys first.”
“You literally told me you only made those plans last week. I’ve been asking you to free your holiday up for months.”
“Really? If you reminded me that frequently, I would have remembered.”
“I can’t with this. You are literally an awful boyfriend that doesn’t even care enough about their girlfriend to make time for her. Goodbye.”
“Wait I’m really sorr—“
The call ended. All that reflected was his face on the black screen of his phone.
“Whatever,” he said, mocking his girlfriend, “She’ll be back.” He grinned, flexing his tan arms in front of the mirror on his door. He admired himself. The canyons across his abs could hold liters of sweat and his pecs could be used as comfortable pillows. He was young and at the peak in his life, living in an apartment by himself and owing it to his own success, despite his parents entirely financing his ventures.
He took out fresh produce from the fridge, proud of the constant organic food he received, throwing out any without hesitation if they were not of the perfect color. Perfect food was needed for a perfect physique. He snacked on a few cucumber slices and raw pieces of cold sweet carrot. His stomach rumbled and he felt a pang of soreness, like after a too intense of a workout where his muscles trembled at every moment, shimmer through his body.
He yawned, feeling sleepy at early in the afternoon. On his walk to the bedroom, his gait became slower and gaunter. The fridge he used to see the top off loomed over him, like he had shrunk by half a foot. The door frame he used to slap without jumping was out of reach now.
He reached down instinctively to rub his hand against his washboard abs but he only felt softness. Used to a hard slap, he only heard a meek flap. He looked down to his abs dissolving back into its layer of fat. What was he going to flaunt now? He couldn’t show off his love handles to his girlfriend. Her name was getting out of his head now. He tried to bounce his pecs but found it harder to flex with the fat enveloping around it, turning the hard firmness into a soft flabbiness, more moobs than pecs. His arms and legs followed, losing definition as it became softer and less elastic. His underwear became loose as his member shriveled from a generous double digits to a four incher. He stared in the mirror of the his stockier physique, crying out for whatever force had done it to reverse it and turned him back into the hunk that he was minutes before. As he tried to call his girlfriend back, he was interrupted by a burning sensation.
An itch developed on his chest like a bad sunburn. When he scratched to relieve it, a small yet noticeable patch of pin straight black hair erupted out, along with a happy trail leading down. No matter how many times he used his electric razor, it continued to come back. The more he shaved, the more different his skin had become. The luscious smooth skin with copper undertones of his youth aged into luminous pale pink creases with a golden hue underneath that matched well with his farmer’s tan. His girlfriend’s The stranger’s call had returned to voice mail.
Looking at the bathroom mirror, his face had aged by a few decades and became Asian. Soft wrinkles and smile lines baked into his face with the faint goatee that sprouted. He had lost his luscious curly brown hair and gained a straight black buzz cut. His sense of self as Dario was gone, what remained was Dewei, a middle aged Chinese-American, who worked as a literature professor in the nearby university.
Getting up, he received more of his memories of past hookups, old birthdays and house move-ins. Through scrolling of brand new photos and videos, some of them in Mandarin, which he now understood fluently from his childhood, his life began to refresh itself from what was Dario. All the pictures and videos in his phone changed. His girlfriend no longer there. Why would have a girlfriend? He was gay. Instead of the hedonistic lifestyle the past hunk had lived, Dewei worked hard in university in his degree and often stayed with his parents to save money.
His phone scrolling was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was his Grindr hookup, Tianyu. Another Asian bear but with much a bigger stomach than his. They’ve been hooking up for regularly for years and this was the usual.
Dewei had enjoyed his single life ever since he broke up with his boyfriend in his 30s. After his breakup, he had feared that no one would ever hook up to him due to his already old age. Over a decade and a half later, his fear was unfounded. In fact, he found himself with more messages and hookups than in his 20s, often from other Asian bears like himself.
Dewei opened the door and hugged the other bear, greeting him, “Happy holidays.”
“Happy holidays to you,” Tianyu entered the flat, kissing him. His stomach swaying as he unbuckled his belt.
“Glad that you made it. I don’t like spending my holidays, alone."
“Hey thanks for giving me a headsup in months of advance.” Tianyu said before embracing himself into Dewei.
They fully undressed in his bedroom. Dewei knelt down and sucked on the much larger and fatter member of Tianyu, inhaling each other’s musks. He wrapped his lips and tongues around his like it was muscle memory. It didn’t take long before they got on his bed and fucked as usual. Energy pounded through Dewei’s massive ass as the other man kept hitting his prostate with a heavy swing. Once his hole, loose from the many men that have been inside of him, was filled up, Dewei finished as well, leaking out all the remnants of Darion and his consciousness.
Dewei panted, taken out by the session, holding onto Tianyu, “That was amazing,” He buried his aged face into his soft and flabby chest before making out with his soft lips.
The man smiled and eagerly said, “Ready for round two?”
Carter isn’t what you would expect from his appearance. He hated how even in the year of 2025, people made assumptions based on what he looked like. Yes, he was a twink but that didn’t mean he was gay. In fact, he was the opposite. He was the elusive straight twink, having the slender youthful pale white frame often held up by gay men as one of their beauty standards while having only attraction for the opposite sex. He was entirely straight, not even remotely bi-curious. It was a constant social problem but it particularly plagued him in his love life. The hot girls he wanted to bang friend zoned him as they wanted their own little gay best friend. Surprisingly despite his looks, he wasn’t very tolerant of the gays or their lifestyles. Unfortunately, he would learn tolerance and acceptance the hard way.
Today was one of the few dates he snatched with a woman. His tactic of deepening his voice and making his flirting extremely obvious worked this time. He was in the middle of talking to the cute blonde named Carrie at a coffee shop when her muscle-bound gay Asian best friend, Tristan, came along. He sashayed in his walk, wrists limping and hips swaying, as he hugged his bestie. While Tristan’s only direct interaction with Carter was a friendly wave and “Hello, how are you?”, Carter felt the atmosphere had been spoiled. He got sick of the man at first sight and hated it even more when Tristan opened up his mouth and all that came out was his overtly-flamboyant cadence. Carter abandoned his date and left the shop instantly, explaining that he didn’t want to date a girl with gay friends like Tristan.
Now he was walking through the woods, attempting to find a peace of mind like he always did. He took on his usual trail, passing some pine trees and a pond that had geese and ducks. Strangely enough, there were no sounds of creatures. No things hissed or slithered. Even the ducks that honked at him were silent. Everything in the forest was quiet save for the crunch under his feet and the breezy wind that haunted him. Something is wrong here.
He tried to turn back on the trail but the forest had reorganized itself, his path now blocked by a thick brush of trees. It was too thick to get through. He turned forward and a staircase stood there. It was made of concrete with graffiti of rainbows and nets of vines on the side. Chills ran through his heart that warned him to not get on it. He became paralyzed as voices without a source whispered for him to go on it. There was something exciting only seen at the top. No matter how hard he tried to push his legs back, they could only move forward, his body out of his control.
“I don’t deserve this. I wanna go home,” He tried to speak out but his tongue didn’t follow. He hoped that this was all a bad dream and not karma for acting like an asshole earlier.
As his sentient body slowly went up the stairs, the voices got louder. As he got on the top, the voices felt like they were screaming in his ear but with both feet on the final step, only the ground afterwards, it stopped. Everything was frozen in time like someone had paused the channel. The only noises he heard were his heartbeat and stomach churning before it all returned. The trees swayed in the softer wind and the ducks quacked and tackled each other in the pond.
His entire body felt cooler, and he felt his raised goosebumps. He was naked! All of his clothes gone and out of sight. God this was embarrassing. He covered his average-size junk with his hands, realizing he was in control of his body again.
Happy that nothing severely bad occurred, Carter carefully went back down the stairs.
He noticed that the steps seemed lower down than before, as his legs made larger strides. His skin was changing, while initially thinking it was a trick of the light, he finally realized his skin tone was shifting into a darker and tan shade. His flat cardboard of a chest popped up like two meaty balloons as his skinny abs hardened into a vascular 8 pack. His jawline felt sore as it elongated into a more rectangular shape and chiseled out for a more mature appearance. His stick-thin legs became tree trunks. His curly brown hair shortened into jet black and straight short hair dyed with a tinge of brown. On the arms he held on the rail, they exploded with muscle. His bicep grew more prominent with veins that pumped testosterone through out his whole body the closer he got on the bottom. His ass felt heavy as it had expanded with muscle.
After getting off the stairs, Carter ran to the pond and was shocked by the stranger in the reflection of the water. He was a Chinese hunk now!
His member poked out as he became aroused from his own reflection. The more he stroked, the more of his memories transformed. All the nights he spent in his car banging woman turned into Sniffies and Grindr meetups where they flip-fucked in his car. His attraction to woman replaced by an attraction to men, notably Asian muscle men like himself, like a real man. His name was not Carter, it was Cade. Before he could climax, his phone dinged, ruining his streak.
He sighed, opening past the lockscreen off his near naked body in front of a tropical sunset to a Grindr notification. It was from Azn muscle, “U at the trail yet?”
“Yeah. Got so horny I almost got off lol.”
“Lmao save your hot cum for me. Be there soon.”
Cade exhaled with impatience. After a blink, a backpack and bike manifested on the ground next to him. After another blink, a pair of tight white shorts appeared on his body, not leaving much to the imagination. He began to remember that he was biking shirtless as usual to his Grindr hookup spot and passed the time by admiring the gorgeous nature and his handsome reflection.
Once his hookup, whose name was Tristan and was complaining of a bitchy straight white twink earlier, arrived, it didn’t take long for them to get on their knees on the warm sun-heated ground, taking turns as they pounded each other’s bubble butt with their monster Asian cocks. Cade reveled in being used by a fellow muscle Asian, their mouths fondling their asses and cocks. After they filled each other with their hot potent seed, they parted ways, messaging each other to meet at the same spot again next week.
Cade returned to his apartment to prepare for the rest of the hookups for the day. In an hour, he had to meet in the bathroom of a closing down mattress store. In three hours, he was back in the trail. He would finish his last hookup in an upscale luxury apartment at the stroke of midnight before sleeping on the stranger’s bed.
Cade sometimes had nightmares that he was a straight white twink lost in an eternally paused forest but they went away after a few weeks. After all, he had always been Cade and no one else. He was a gay Asian muscle slut and was proud of it.
(Short story Post celebrating 100 followers though were happily reaching 200s as of writing this, shoutout to @boysmentfs for helping with inspiration)
You were an American college student reading a book for your postmodern literature class. You wouldn’t have taken the weird class, where your texts are millions of characters long but only a few paragraphs makes sense and the syllabus constantly changes whenever you take a look at it, if you didn't wait last minute to register for classes. You read through more nonsense about simulacrum and levels of reality until the letters started to seem foreign to you. Instead of the Latin alphabet, the letters/characters were arranged neatly in blocks and consist of mostly vertical and horizontal lines. Of course it was familiar to you, it was the Hangul alphabet of the Korean language!
As a native Korean born and raised, it would be a shock if you didn't recognize your own language. You look down on your arms, as your skin now had a golden tan to it, full of vitality and energy. You also looked at a mirror on your desk, your face a gorgeous fit of the Korean beauty standard, with your well defined jawline and bright, blemish-free skin.
You got sick of reading the book, as you had better things to do. Stepping out of your chair, your room and the furniture transformed into a slick minimalist white. You walk to your balcony, facing the dark sky lit up by the colorful neon lights of Busan. You start to sweat, a beating pulse radiating throughout your body. It felt like someone like had blasted a heater in your face even though you were in the fresh breath of the chilly breezes of air outside.
You took off your tight shirt to gawk at the Adonis muscles you had sculpted from your vigorous gym and diet routine. You dragged up your hand across your rock hard 6 pack to your bulging chest. You even squeezed and shook it to show off how firm your pecs were. You flexed the mountains that had developed on your arm and the veins that popped out on them. You even stripped off your jeans to caress the musculature of your long and athletics legs. In your blue underwear, you rubbed your growing crotch as you started to think of all the hot men you were gonna fuck later tonight with your thick 10 inch member.
You return to your warm bedroom and took a selfie to hype yourself up for a night of heavy drinking and sex with other hot Korean hunks. Don't have too much fun!! ㅋㅋㅋ
(Accidentally deleted the anon ask oops: can you please do a story where the library changes a total douche straight guy into the ideal, effeminate twink asian boyfriend of the gay guy he relentlessly bullies? would love if the guy feels himself becoming trapped in his own mind & unable to stop his new body from absolutely fawning over the new love of his gay life. your stories are soooo hot)
Liam Richardson never got along with his gay roommate, Daniel Lee. For starters, Liam didn’t even originally pick out Daniel as his roommate. The original roommate he picked was a straight white jock bro like himself but he never arrived. It was only after Daniel arrived that Liam learned the original roommate dropped out of university to work on his full-time job of teaching a course about selling other courses.
Liam didn’t consider himself homophobic. He just didn’t want people to shove their sexuality in his face, despite him constantly doing the same for his heterosexuality.
Daniel was the out and proud gay that caused agitated Liam. Daniel wore soft oversized colorful outfits. His bedsheets and blankets were a rainbow. He had rainbow pride flags and posters of K-pop groups hanged on his wall. Underneath his bed was his collection of BL and yaoi manga. He made the place smell of peaches and cream.
To most people, Liam was a bully to Daniel, making fun of his looks, gay voice and the gay media he enjoyed. He had resorted to verbal bullying after his first and only attempt at physical bullying had backfired. After a two hour gym session, Liam had come home, wearing a drenched muscle tee that barely covered his juicy pecs, to Daniel eating the chips he had left out on the counter that were meant for him. After a loud argument between the two of them, Liam put Daniel in a headlock, flexing his muscles as he shoved Daniel’s soft face into his musky pits. He stopped after a few seconds when he felt Daniel’s boner on his legs. He swore off to never do any physical bullying again, despite Daniel’s multiple requests for him to do it again, sometimes he even offered money for it, which Liam still turned down.
Because of Daniel, Liam had to calculate around his schedule, figuring what time he got home to sneak a woman into their place for a quick fuck session. His type were short busty women, except for Asians as he didn’t find them that attractive, especially if they wore nerdy glasses. He enjoyed how powerful he felt towering a foot over his women.
Daniel wasn’t shy about his dream boy: Soft, effeminate, twink and Asian. Liam was pleasantly surprised Daniel never brought any guys home. He didn’t want to see any gay sex, especially one that involved Daniel. When asked when he would find a guy to hookup with, Daniel simply responded with, “You’ll know when I bring him home.”
When he woke up this morning, he could swear Daniel was staring at him with a big smile. What made it even creepier was his recollection of Daniel speaking in Mandarin before he fell asleep last night and a glance at his laptop revealed he was looking at ancient love spells.
There was a new library in town, and Liam went there, voluntarily, not to study but to go searching for any women to bring home and breed. If he timed it right, he had an hour to find one and fill up before Daniel got home. His predictions were accurate as he was able to snag a seat that give him a clear view of the pod of sorority girls chattering amongst themselves. While Liam slowly got up to approach them, he stopped midway from his chair. A soft vanilla fruity scent clogged his nostrils like if someone had thrown a perfume bomb in the middle of the library. He looked around and noticed no one seemed to even realize the smell. As the perfume entered his body, he felt his chest grow warm, prompting him to go to the bathroom.
Once he arrived in the empty bathroom, he was shocked to see another face in the mirror. His nose was shorter with a wider base. His hair turned from deep wispy brown to spiky jet black. He now had monolids as his eye colors became black. His skin a golder tone than the pale beige it had before. He was Asian! Liam tugged at his elastic skin like it was a mask but it stung when he tried to pinch it off. It was his own flesh, not synthetic. But that couldn't be, he was a white guy named Liam. No he wasn’t. He was David Nguyen, far from an ordinary white guy.
A softer voice appeared in his head, revealing himself as David, “Hey I’m not done yet,”
“What the fuck? What do you mean not done yet?” Liam asked himself in the bathroom, his deep voice bolting like rain, “Get out of my head and fix me back to the white jock I was before.”
“That’s not what Daniel wants.”
“I don’t give a little shit what that gay boy wants.”
“That’s just too bad. Anyways, I’m taking over your form as per his request so enjoy the ride! It won’t hurt a bit, it will just feel even warmer!!” The voice taunted before disappearing, much to Liam’s protests for it to return.
Liam curled him up his biceps and made a fist, vowing to find Daniel before anything else happens. But before he could exit the bathroom, his body froze. No matter how hard he willed for muscles to move, they wouldn’t budge. Before he could think, his body returned back to the sink and mirror. David was in control of his body and Liam couldn’t even yell for help.
His body formed a smile as the rest of his transformation continued. His frame fizzled out. He had shrunk a couple of inches as the ceiling lamps seemed further up than a minute before. A natural red blush developed on his cheeks that made makeup pointless. His hands were smaller and softer, with the scent of strawberry hand lotion quietly on them. The tight tank top that wrapped around his big chest became loose as his pecs and abs flattened out. He raised his arms as the mirror revealed they losing most of their definition. He pulled up his pants and saw the atrophy of his leg muscles as well, they were slender and hairless like the rest of his new form. He coughed as his Adam's shrunk, sounding more feminine. While his muscles and strength shrank, On the flip side, his ass felt heavier, owing it to his bottom-friendly exercises at the gym.
Liam tried to reverse the transformation by thinking about his attraction to women but the harder he thought about their bouncing breasts and leaking pussies, the more of his thoughts became clouded with other men topping him. Liam begged to have his sexuality spared but David declined, stating it was the part most important to Daniel. He coughed out his heterosexuality. No more attraction to women, no desire to have sex with them. All in his male gaze was other men now. This couldn’t get any worse.
His roommate boyfriend, Daniel, walked in. His smile piercing through David’s confusion, as he squeezed the little muscle left on his chest, “You okay, David?”
Liam was no longer in control of his body, let alone his consciousness. All the douchey and toxic parts of his masculinity were cleansed out and replaced with a softer, effeminate and sensitive one. His voice rose in pitch, matching the one speaking in his head earlier, “Yeah, I just needed a minute to myself"
Daniel puckered a kiss on his lips, standing shoulder-height to his boyfriend of a few months. The internal Liam was in agony. He was no longer in control of his body, since if he was in control, he would have punched Daniel. Liam was straight, he would never even think of kissing another guy, let alone someone as gay as Daniel. But he wasn’t Liam anymore, he was David, an openly gay Asian man.
Memories of their relationship were the next to be modified. Their argumentative battles and awkward standoffs as roommates were gone. All the hostility within vanished, and what remained was tranquility and love. Instead of a rocky start, their sparks flew off instantly, since they shared many of the same interests: cozy games, crocheting, Drag Race and K-pop. All the nights Liam spent on his phone watching football highlights were replaced by the vibrant pink nights where David and Daniel cuddled on the living room couch together underneath a Hello Kitty Blanket as they rewatched Drag Race clip’s and K-pop MNET performances on Youtube. On the table was the strawberry bobas they ordered nearly every weekend.
David was enamored with Daniel not just because of his cute twinkish look but his soft, adorable personality. He would be infuriated if he knew that his old version as Liam bullied his adorable cinnamon roll of a boyfriend. David and Daniel could not imagine where they wouldn’t be living together in their cute penthouse in Manhattan. Their first date was at the dining hall, eating bland cheeseburgers and salty curly fries, as David was the first to say “I love you."
The couple soon returned home from the library. Liam’s stacks of weights and dirty stinky gym clothes disappeared as Squishmallows and other plushies and piles of neatly folded laundry that smelled off fresh fabric conditioner. The mirror Liam used to flex and even spray a few shots of his seed on became spotless. Its outer frame became pink and decorated with Polaroids of Daniel and David together, almost like a shrine to their relationship. Liam could only watch in the back of David’s mind and body as reality finished correcting its mistakes.
David and Daniel cuddled together and kissed on their beds that they had smushed together. Their hearts flustered as they touched every warm spot of their bodies out of love. They couldn't be any happier than this.
There was no Liam, only a David that had always existed and loved his roommate boyfriend, Daniel.
This vacation was supposed to fix their relationship, if only Jacob (on the left) had been more specific with his wish.
Jacob had planned out this trip with his long-time boyfriend, Adam. They had met on their sophomore year of college and were now both 35 years old. While the early times were sweet, Jacob found it difficult to maintain the same love he once held for over a decade. He had initially attributed it to their relationship stabilizing and becoming stable before he realized that it was physical attraction as well. Neither of them were as physically fit as they were back in college. They even admitted they hadn’t had good sex in years. Jacob felt even more guilty of his dying love especially after he accidentally spoiled himself of a planned engagement in the upcoming month on Adam’s phone.
After many nights researching how to revive a dead bedroom and ignoring the numerous suggestions, though most were demanding enough to be orders, of breaking up, he scheduled a two week long trip in the Palawan province of the tropical country of Philippines. It was an ideal place to resurrect his love. The warm weather would soothe any tensions and the novel experience a new country could spontaneously reignite his love for soon-to-be SO. He had planned out the entire itinerary: staying at the most expensive luxury hotel, island hopping via the boat tour, eating at local restaurants and exploring other tourist destinations. The costs of love necromancy slammed his savings he built up as a digital marketer.
Most of the vacation passed and it was days till they had to get to the airport and fly back home to the states. Jacob found himself somehow drifting even further apart from Adam. His passion was still dead. It wasn’t fixed by the countless colorful corals they snorkeled through, the sweetness of their halo-halos, the countless Filipino ballads playing throughout the whole beach town or even the cute tropical locally-made souvenirs he bought for Adam. He even downloaded Grindr for a week to find a 3rd but not even a third person could spice up the bedroom. His intrusive thoughts of sleeping other men only became more rampant.
The night after an uneventful day of scuba diving and street stall dining of fishballs and taho, Jacob stayed up to feel Adam’s warm hairy chest just for a slight chance of him rediscovering what made him fall in love with him in the first place but it was no use. It was a history of their touches and he felt the end was near. At this rate, he didn’t know what to do. Break up and re-do their entire lives separately? Or suppress his dead love pass the engagement and then the wedding and be miserable underneath to keep Adam happy? Maybe his façade would shatter during their marriage and a divorce would follow. His thoughts swirled around like a typhoon, wrecking his visions of an ending love life. The white noise of an inevitable disaster surrounded his ears, pushing him deeper into their waves until his phone dinged.
Jacob stared at the brightly notified phone with his tired eyes and read a Telegram message.
“I can help with your boyfriend problems,” It was sent by an unknown number.
“I don’t have a lot of money left. I spent it all on this vacation.”
“Don’t worry it’s free. Meet me outside your hotel lobby in 10 minutes.”
Jacob hesitated to respond. His gut told him against the offer. At best, it was a prank text and at worst, he didn’t want to imagine the worst. But he needed to do anything to bring back his love life so he reluctantly messaged, “Okay, I will. See you there.”
Before he went down to the lobby, he held Adam tightly and gave him a kiss on the lips. Despite him being a heavy sleeper, the kiss caused a smile to form. His sneakers shuffled on the brightly clean ceramic floors before they crunched on the gravel path out. The honks and roars of the jeepneys and clinks of other people’s flipflops collided in the warm humid air. An overhead purple mosquito zapper beeped, a few sparks coming out of it.
An attractive Filipino man, presumably in his early 20s, who wore a grey cap and a blue muscle tee that revealed his defined arms, approached him. Introducing himself as Joshua, he revealed he was the one texting him as he himself was an Engkanto, a human being with magical powers. He went on to list the many tourists relationships he had solved, and mentioned that problems like of Jacob and Adam were his bread and butter.
Jacob felt uneasy as the young man spoke to him. There was nothing off about his appearance, in fact he envied his physique as it reminded him of a younger, prime version of himself. There was an unexplainable chill and pang of distrust that rang through his bones yet he felt compelled to go with him.
He followed Joshua through the forest on the way to a hut, where he would perform the love ritual that was said to bring back any love, even if one of the partners was dead. Jacob’s heart fastened worriedly as he delved deeper into the jungle, damp grass brushing past his lower eggs and piercing through the eerie silence of the dark greenery. The small hut was made of bamboo, elevated a few feet off the ground. Jacob walked up the stairs, hearing Joshua shuffle through his pocket. The interior was dimly lit, with a purple candle in the middle, with nothing else. No sacred symbols or sacrificial totems or skulls.
Joshua motioned him to sit down, across from the candle. Jacob sat on the cold rickety floor.
Joshua followed after him, sitting opposite. He took out a small black canister from his pocket and opened it, scooping some of the purple goo. From the dim light, it resembled candle wax but of a thicker and more transparent consistency.
“This will bring back your love for your boyfriend,” Joshua said, his voice calm and deep. He brushed a generous amount on Jacob’s forearm, “Adam right?”
“Yeah his name is Adam,” Jacob didn’t even dare to ask him any rational questions, like how he figured his relationship problem all out or how he got his number. He chalked it up to Filipino magic. The goo felt warm on his forehead. He began to feel tired, though he was sure it was due to how late at night he was staying up, “How does it work?” He yawned.
“Some magical spirit energy stuff, it’s too hard to explain to normal humans,” Joshua brushed the goo on his own forehead as well, an evil grin that stretched past what a normal human could emote escaping through. It was last sight Jacob remembered before he fell asleep. There were no dreams of reuniting with Adam along the beach that represented his renewed love or flashbacks to his first date at the college town’s Waffle House, just darkness in his sleep.
Jacob woke up with an intense energy next morning. But his bedroom was different. He knew from the bright green walls and sturdy fan swaying that he was not at the luxury hotel with expensive AC and gigantic windows that overlooked the forest but at a house. He reached to grab to his side but Adam wasn’t there.
“Holy shit,” He exclaimed to himself, hearing his new voice and Filipino accent. He felt up and down his face, free from any facial hair and his Adam’s apple poking out more. He looked down on his stomach, differing from the white and flabby belly, it was smooth, tan and shredded with his abs. He glazed his soft hand across the crevices between his abs before he squeezed his bigger chest. He stroked his arms, admiring the craftsmanship of his biceps. He opened the phone camera, as muscle memory let him unlock it. His hair was short and jet black, face slimmer and youthful. It was real. He had swapped bodies with Joshua!
Jacob messaged him frantically, “Dude, give me back my fucking body.”
An instant response followed, like Joshua had been expecting it, “Relax. I’ll give it back once I fix your body’s love. It will take some time. While you wait, have fun in my body. I’ll let you know when we can swap back.”
Son of a bitch. Jacob searched his short’s pockets and found the container from last night, it felt lighter but he shook it, hearing the weird liquid droopy noises. He still had the swapping purple goo, ready to use to swap them to normal again, whether Joshua wanted to or not, “You better swap us back before we have to leave tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll hear back before sunset. Just enjoy yourself and your new body, I worked hard in building it :)”
Jacob shut off the phone and rubbed his hands on his forehead out of frustrations. Part of him believe he had been tricked but the optimistic portion of him expected a fixed relationship before he went to bed that night. He thought of how badly he was missing his boyfriend, planning not to sleep with anyone as he didn’t want to betray Adam.
He got off the bed and stood on the floor, realizing the world was shorter than he remembered in his old body. He was the only inhabitant of the house, hearing no one else except TFC on the large TV in the living room. More memories of the body permeated through his mind, as his hands and brains coordinated together through the fridge and cabinets to cook a typical Filipino breakfast of garlic fried rice, bangus, cherry tomatoes and tortang talong. The tangy savory flavors meshed well in his new tongue. Jacob hoped that when he returned to his original body, he would remember how to cook the Filipino food. While cleaning the dishes, his phone dinged.
Heart pounding from anxiety, he opened to Telegram. But he was disappointed that it was someone else. Jacob was surprised as he was able to understand the Tagalog frequently. The text came from Tomas, a 35 year old, also a local like Joshua, and one of his fuck buddies.
“Handa ka na ba para sa aming pre workout session?” (Are you ready for our pre workout session?)
Jacob was quick to nearly decline the message but before his smooth fingers could hit send, a surge of lust overpowered his body. More memories of Joshua started to infiltrate and even replace some of his own. Jacob was unable to recall the first few moments of relationship, not even during their college years. He was losing himself to the Joshua’s consciousness. Why wouldn’t he accept the offer? He was young and he had a terrific body that anybody would kill to have, let alone have sex with. That’s why he was popular in not only Grindr but on OnlyFans as well. Local neighbors to travelers from across the country and even internationally were common visitors to his bedroom. But that was Joshua, not Jacob. He was still Jacob, even if he wasn’t in his original body, unfortunately that didn’t matter as his fingers deleted the declining message and sent a thumbs-up emoji.
His fears of assimilation quickly dissipated when Tomas arrived at his front door for their ‘session’. He was a paler muscle daddy Tito that worked from home as an accountant, taking frequent breaks at work. Joshua-Jacob closed the door as he led him to his bedroom like it was a weekly routine. Quick to strip down, Joshua-Jacob ripped off his black shorts and underwear, unleashing the monster between his legs. He stroked it frantically before Tomas stopped any premature actions.
Tomas’ mature yet energetic face stared seductively at Joshua's eyes, stroking his tender jawline and playing with his straight black hair. Tomas whispered to him, smirking as he took off his clothes, down to his tight red thong that barely covered his older bubble butt, “Huwag sayangin ang iyong enerhiya” (Don’t waste your energy yet)
At first, Jacob returned to consciousness. He was a total sub bottom as the last time he recalled topping was before his first hookup with Adam. Now this body was a prime example of a dom top. With each thrust, more of Joshua returned back to form, getting more prominent. Joshua held on the older man’s wide muscular waist as he clapped his firm cheeks vigorously, causing the both of them to moan loudly, after all, their noises were drowned out by the vehicles on the road outside. Sweat dripped down from his pecs to his six pack and eventually to his double digit inch cock, shaved perfectly. A shot of dopamine hit through his system as he finished inside of the older man. His legs shook as he continued on for a second round on the hot piece of meat that posed in front of him, finally stopping after a few more minutes.
Tomas laid ass up on his bed with Joshua’s seed leaking from his looser hole. He caught his breath, sweating, “Wow, iyon ay mas kamangha-mangha kaysa sa karaniwan mong ginagawa.” (Wow that was more amazing than you usually do)
Joshua continued to flex his body for his cocky ego. He had the physique and libido e of a young God. Without thinking, words left his mouth, “Mas may energy ako ngayon.” (I have more energy today)
After they cleaned up, they went to the gym together, where Joshua snuck in a quick blowjob after doing a chest day that would have ended him in his original body. Once their pumps wore off and it was time for Tomas to go back to work, they went off separately for the rest of the day.
Joshua, whose heart and dick couldn’t stop pounding from the new lingering memories of pounding the bubble butt of the muscle daddy, sat on the beach shirtless, hoping to catch a few waves and perhaps a few more dudes. He relaxed as the sun reflected off his tan skin. He could get used to this carefree lifestyle, no worries about monogamy or the sorts. That was Joshua, though. Jacob yearned for the intimate warm touches that Adam used to give him, even if all he now remembered of him was of the past month. Time was running out.
Joshua-Jacob frantically spammed Jacob-Joshua, berating him for not telling him about the memory destruction result from body swapping. There was not even a left on read message. He must be having plenty of fun with Adam. His fears of not making it back to his old lifestyle and body vanished as a wave of libido and energy devoured him yet again. The once suppressed guilty desire of fucking other men other than his boyfriend conquered him again. Joshua's spirit took over again.
Joshua-Jacob began the rest of the day on Grindr, with the goals of finding more hookups and parties. It was a wonderful experience, fucking so many different men, from on a boat to a secluded spot on the beach and even in the hotels near the one he was staying in originally. He never tired out, often going for multiple rounds like he did with Tomas, with no need for breaks except for water. The men lusted him for his physique, youthful endurance and the powerful thrusts he made with his member and hips. Many of them hoping to see him again and continued to message him on social media.
Joshua finally rested at a bar. He had finished his American cheese burger and a healthy kale salad. His seat faced the ocean. The sun was orange, its rays glimmering on his glamorous muscles and on his deep dark brown eyes. He found it hard to imagine a life other than one of hedonism and freedom until his phone rang, revealing it was 6:00 pm.
Shit, it was sunset. There was a notification. Not from Telegram. It was Grindr. It was from the couple looking for a 3rd account. Thank fucking God.
“Free rn?” The account, likely Joshua, the imposter Jacob, in charge, messaged.
The real Jacob felt himself come back as he replied with a “Yes”. Memories of Adam and their entire relationship together returned, back to the beginning of when they ate undercooked chocolate cheesecake pancakes and had food poisoning the rest of their first date night. He realized that by not being with Adam, he had an affinity that he truly cared and loved him. It followed the old saying of not knowing what really matters until it’s gone. He was so close to getting home and being back with his loving boyfriend.
The account responded with a simple Thumbs-up. It was all Jacob needed as he ran to the hotel, careful to dodge other pedestrians and the rampant tricycles that carried the other tourists and their luggage. The hotel door was unlocked and the room was dark as Jacob entered. He could see Joshua and Adam were sitting on their bed naked.
Jacob introduced himself as ‘Joshua’ to the both of them, taking notable excitement in Adam. Without much speaking, likely from Adam’s awareness of the language barrier, they fucked. Despite Jacob’s attempts of meshing in between them, he was always pushed aside by both of them, always topping but never in the middle. Despite not bottoming as Jacob usually did with his boyfriend, the sex between them was spectacular, as he filled them up with bucket loads of his semen. His kisses with him were the most passionate he ever did in his life. He thrusted with soul and love into him. By the time that Adam fell asleep, the part of the bed they were doing it was soaked in their liquids intermixed with each other.
“Alright,” Jacob panted, sweat covering his glorious body, speaking to his former face, “Let’s swap back, now. I feel it again, thank you.”
Joshua shook his head, “Nope, thank you for giving me your wonderful life and your even better boyfriend. I can’t believe you gave all of it up,” The same grin he had recalled the night before now appeared on his face and mouth. He felt as if a demon possessed his body and was mocking him, it probably was at this point.
“You’re giving me back my body, my life and my boyfriend,” Jacob shouted, looming over his former body.
Joshua looked unimpressed with his threats, yawning slightly, “You should have known better than to trust an Engkanto, let alone of the trickster type,” He simply lied down on the bed and pretended to sleep, cuddling with Adam, in a cruel way of mocking Jacob.
Jacob thought fast, remembering the jar of purple goo in his pocket. He reached out and opened it to find nothing. Scooped empty. Entirely clean like it was never there. Despite his failure, he grabbed his body by the arm, which was lightwork due to his younger and powerful strength, “Swap us, now,” He demanded with rage in his smaller pupils.
Jacob was met with the torment of his own laugh cackling at him, with a deep undertone that caused shivers, like his original body was being corrupted, "You think you were clever thinking you could use the purple jelly against me?”
“But I shook it around earlier and I heard it. I didn’t lose or misplace it in between now and then” Jacob's skin grew bumpy from the goosebumps. He felt like he was in a nightmare, his stomach turning on itself as his old face morphed.
“Don’t forget I’m a trickster.” His grin grew unnaturally big, like his mouth was too big on his own face. “I like the attempt though, you really want to swap back. But I did notice how much fun you had in my body. I think even more than I did with your own body and your awesome boyfriend!”
“I just want to be back in my own body and be back with Adam. Nothing more! I want my life back, Joshua!!" Jacob screamed, hoping it would wake Adam up, but he didn’t.
“Joshua? I think you hit your head or something cause that’s your name, not mine. I’m Jacob,” His body taunted before he started to mutter an ancient language. Some remnants of it sounded Tagalog but the others sounded ancient, it was not human in origin.
“W-what, no. Don’t lie to me, Joshua, Jac—“ Jacob stopped speaking as he felt his own self merging with Joshua’s body. He looked at his own Jacob's face. He felt increasingly dizzy, as Jacob helped sit him down, who explained that he had fucked a bit too hard for his own good. Despite how hard he tried to shun him out, Joshua-Jacob’s post-college years of working in the field of marketing in America mutated into times living between popular touristy areas in the Philippines, only able to afford them from his OnlyFans income and sugar daddy money. His own personality and thoughts replaced by that of Joshua, as the familiar shock of testosterone and libido electrified his body. It caused Joshua to get a hard on and passionately kiss Jacob.
Jacob offered no resistance, allowing Joshua to feel every spot on his body with his tongue. It didn’t take long for Jacob to get onto his position with his jiggling white ass up in the air. Joshua slid in with ease, relentlessly hitting his prostate and causing the both of them to finish within minutes. In the release of his semen, the remnants of Jacob’s consciousness and personality drained out of his body. The transformation was complete. Joshua finished, collapsing on the soft mattress on his back, his bulky chest rising up and down. Jacob was generous enough to hand him a water bottle from America.
“Thank you, Kuya Jacob,” Joshua said as he gulped down his water, spilling some onto his abs and then using a clean towel to dry it up, “You guys are leaving for America tomorrow morning?”
Jacob nodded, as his supernatural grin turned into a generous smile. “Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know the next time we vacation here.”
Joshua whispered as he put on his shorts and black jersey, “Congrats on your future engagement. You two would make amazing husbands. You’re always welcome here in the Philippines!” He smiled.
“You’re a good young guy. Get home safe,” said Jacob, waving goodbye as he cuddled with Adam.
Joshua left the hotel with hope for the next day, with many collaborations and hookups he was going to perform that day as part of his typical life. The notion of finding a guy and settling down was foreign and too weird to him. Why should he only stay with one guy when he had such an irresistible and young body? He was young and he needed to enjoy that and pleasure himself.
As a long-time reader in this community, I 've been waiting to write a story here for a while but I am very glad to have finally done it recently! All the support, likes and love have meant the world to me :)
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Hey broo, my gay nerd roommate was insisting me so much to go with him to a new library and I finally agreed to 'cause I was bored and maybe I would see a hot busty babe around to have some fun with, but ever since entering this library hes been really annoying me about some weird smell, like WTF bro??
You and your roommate, Gavin, never really got along. As the pinnacle of a straight alpha bro, you had weekly ragers at the Pi Alpha Phi house with your fellow Asian alpha bros. With them, you all worked out together every day, and brought home a different woman or two every weekend. While you had free time in your room, you often flexed and grunted in front of your mirror for hours, appreciating your masculinity and Adonis physique. You didn’t wear those unnecessary chemicals called deodorants because they would mask your alpha scent. But your musk needed to be out in the world to show you are a true straight alpha male, much to the constant complaints of Gavin.
Unlike you, Gavin was a puny gay nerd. Not an ounce of muscle on his tiny frame. Things were awkward between the two of you since you had nothing in common. He studied frequently in your room and spent the weekends all night watching his little gay shows, often an obstacle whenever you tried to bring a horny hottie with you home from the bars. He paid attention in class and asked unnecessary questions about the lecture while you spent most of the class time flirting with the women next to you and joking with your bros rather than paying attention to your expensive education. You threw parties like no one could while he read poems at open-mic night in gay lounges. Despite you inviting him to your parties on multiple occasions, he always declined, stating he’s not that type of guy. While you jerked your girthy long member to hot women with their bouncing tits and wet pussy on your phone, he played with his meager two incher to men fucking each other. It never bothered you but sometimes you wished he was a straight alpha bro like you. He was missing out on the many pleasures of being a straight alpha male: the woman, the domination and the masculinity. He was a good guy but you often hoped one day he would flip the switch and become one of the bros.
Today, you accompanied him to a brand new library, which only nerds like him could ecstatic about. The library was nothing different from any other libraries so as you entered, you scratched your head, wondering why he was so excited about this. Probably some stupid nerd academic shit.
You picked a table adjacent to a group of sorority girls, sitting with a front row view of them. Gavin sat opposite from you, his back turned from the girls. They wouldn't have interested him anyway.
While Gavin typed textbook notes away on his iPad, you were staring at the group of hot chicks, pretending to study on your laptop. Like you, they weren’t truly studying, having their expensive Macbooks out while they gossiped about the latest mean girl drama in their sororities. You were imagining fucking their mouths and sliding your dick between their breasts and in their pussies when your focus was shattered.
Gavin called out your name.
You panicked, thinking you were caught. Oh shit. You quickly redirect your focus to him and his concerned face.
Gavin wiped his glasses while covering his nose with his hand, “Owen, do you smell that?”
You shook your head. The only thing you could smell was the barely touched sugar-loaded coffee that the sorority girls had, “Sorry bro, you know I don’t do deodorant,” You say as you stretched your arms, flexing you did arms yesterday.
“It’s not that. It’s more nutty. I’m not allergic to nuts though.”
"Just ignore it. It'll go away."
"Sorry, I can’t handle it. My entire body feels like its glowing,” He coughed before running off to the bathroom.
While you entertained the idea of staying behind and flirting with the group of girls, you were more concerned about Gavin. After all, he was your roommate. As you followed him, you noticed how he had grown in height. While you recalled him being more than a foot shorter than you, he appeared to be at your height now. Strange. Why would it be strange since he was always as tall as you? You were certain he got taller and you weren’t seeing things as you noticed he outgrew his jeans with his shins showing.
By the time you caught up with him in the bathroom, Gavin was frantically splashing water on his face, shrieking quietly. His jawline was a lot sharper and angular, slowly resembling an alpha bro. His jaw was not always like that.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“I can still smell it. I feel like I’m burning up,” Gavin stepped away from the sink. He looked at you, his face looking more masculine with hard facial features and angles. Cold sink water dripped down from his sharp chin, “Help me out here, bro," His voice dropping octaves as his Adam's apple bulged out.
“I got your back, bro,” You helped him take of his sweat-drenched hoodie, revealing the ill-fitting tank top underneath. You couldn’t help but believe your eyes as you watched the rest of his body transform.
The tank top that once draped loosely over his chest was being squashed by his inflating pecs and a hard six pack that poked through the thin material. He squeezed his solid chest as the growth continued in the rest of his body. His shoulders cracked as his once stick arms that lacked definition began to burst with muscle, pumping up his veins that fueled testosterone to his biceps, which he cockily flexed instinctively. His pits reeked of manly musk like yours. He filled up his pants as his calves exploded into mountains from rigid leg work while his glutes firmed up, no longer flat. You looked down on his crotch and noticed he actually had a bulge for once. You figured it was as long as yours, the perfect length and girth for breeding women. He flexed and admired his ripped body and the alpha sensation he was emanating, he pulled up his tank top with his hand sliding down from his firm pecs to his rock hard abs in a cocky display. He even traced the peaks of his biceps, squeezing it like he was checking if he was dreaming. He resembled an alpha like you but he wasn’t one, he was a nerd.
You no longer remembered the times you came home from a frat parties to him snuggled in his bed watching cute gay romance shows but instead he was jerking his extensive member to straight porn, notably the ones you had recommended to him. He was your best friend in university. But you guys were basically strangers with opposite interests. You shared the same classes together but it’s not like that mattered, as you two always goofed off with each other while ogling at the women. You recalled the excitement when you find out the both of you were accepted into your frat and the week long bender and bar-hopping you two went on afterwards to celebrate. In the gym, you two always had a competition to see who could bench press more, it was a 50-50 chance so your other bros would bet on you two equally. Every party, event and rager you attended had Gavin tag along. You didn’t even have to ask him to come with you. That’s how much of best bros you two are. Even the women you would share around together to use and breed.
He washed his face, leaving whatever was remaining of his homosexuality down the sink. He was now a total straight alpha bro like you. His pecs bounced as he walks towards you, placing a meaty hand on your shoulder, stating he was fine now and the smell was gone.
Before you two left the bathroom, he asked, “You think we can bring those sorority girls sitting behind me home?”
“Of course, bro. You don’t have to ask” You patted his muscular back.
“Just asking, bro. You’re the expert of doing it after all.” He let out an extended, douchy laugh and so did you do.
You left the bathroom with your straight alpha best friend roommate with the successful goal of breeding those sorority girls. There was no friendship better than this. It was up to you and him to assert your dominating nature in the world and conquer women and fill them with your alpha seeds.
Braydon was your typical jock, he loved to workout with his homies and be with his girl. She was Bethany, a nerd. Not that competitive gamer nerd he dreamed of, but rather a bookish one. They met a party and she instantly fell in love with him as he fulfilled the “nerd x jock” trope she had long yearned for.
Today, he was dragged by her to the bookstore for a special promotional event. In the brightly lit modern store that made him regret not bringing his sunglasses inside, a large bright green banner with low quality black bold typography said “Try An Extrasensory Novel today.” There were brightly green bookshelves of new trending books below it. A scent of macadamia nuts punched his nostrils.
“What the fuck?” He sniffed the air like a weirdo, “Do you smell that?”
“I don’t smell anything. The nearest coffee place is on the other side of the mall,” Bethany said, fixing her freshly dyed red hair. She had painted his white bathroom like a crime screen in an attempt to save hundreds of dollars.
“You must have lost your sense of smell then. It’s so pungent.”
“It’s not a spill. There’d be ants crawling all over this place right now.”
“It’s driving me fucking crazy,” Braydon dug his big hands into his scalp, subtly flexing his bicep, which was tightened by his white compression shirt, “I need to find out where it's coming from.”
“Right,” She rolled her dark eyes and flashed an attempted smile, “While you have your Telltale Nut moment, I’m going to the fantasy section. Wanna join me?”
“No. You know I don’t care about that stuff.”
“Are you kidding me?” She looked up at him, only reaching up to his chest. Her eyes ready to kill the muscular jock in front of her. “I play your games with you, watch those movies with you. Is it much to ask wish for my boyfriend to be actually into books I like. Plus dressing in a dark academia style.”
“More like I’m gonna dark macadamia nut in you when we get home after this," From his towering view over the shelf, Bethany walked herself to the other side of the store, her arms crossed. He imagined her annoying grumbling to herself. He knew she wasn’t a perfect fit so why should she assume he was?
The scent intensified as he knelt down on the bottom row of the shelf. His long legs extended far out, acting as a trip hazard for any unfortunate passersby's. While he had expected a spill of someone’s overpriced coffee, the smell lead him to single out a specific book. He swiped it out, brushing through the pages for any soaked spots but he couldn’t find any. The scent seemed to emanate from the entire book itself. He landed back on the cover, which was unappealing and bratty. While the background was a flat color of an obnoxious green, the text was a horror show. It was stretched out and in low quality. It read “Absolute Calculus: Being Open To Changes in Extrema”. It appealed to the jock as he was familiar with the concept of calculus, notably from the math classes he had to take for his finance degree. He believed he was better than the rest of his field as he took harder math classes than them.
Turning to the back, the blurb was soft and easy to the eyes with its soft tropical fruit palette of oranges to greens. It was a self-motivational book. Its main thesis pointed out the ultimate cause of human suffering: simply being unopen to novel things. It included knowledge, lifestyle and even experiences. He needed this
By the time he had flipped to the table of contents, he didn't realize he was getting smaller in height and build. His clothes became oversized on him, resembling more pajamas than a casual attire. While he was repulsed by some of the chapter titles, including accepting your non-het sexuality, he was unable to put the book down. This wasn't him. No matter how hard he pushed on his now dainty fingers, his eyes and hands were glued to the book, turning the multiple pages. He felt himself deflating and shrinking. He noticed that his once mountainous biceps had become nothing but flat plateaus and his impressive set of pecs deflated into a meager chest. He coughed violently as his Adam's apple shrunk, turning his mountainous voice into a soft dainty one.
What the fuck was happening? His soft fingers with nails painted in green flipped to Chapter 4: Self-acceptance is the key to accepting others. He tried to scream for Bethany to help but he didn’t know her. It would be rude to call out a stranger. But that couldn’t be right? That was his girlfriend. No, she was just a random book girl at the same store as him. His experiences of throwing week long benders and sleeping with a carousel of women afterwards faded. They seemed more like videos he had watched online than a lived reality. Visions of conquests of women replaced by men conquering him. The book had converted his heterosexuality into an irreversible total homosexuality. He was no longer the buff jock that sat next to the hot girls so he could be grouped together with them back in college. He was the quiet gay guy that sat in the back of the class, often wooed by the more upfront and passionate gay men that wanted him and his body. His eyes, once clung to women, had shifted its vision to guys. He wasn’t one to be picky, as he liked everything from twinks to hunks and everything in between those two. Even the dad-bod was something that turned him on.
Chapter 12: It’s All Perfect As It Is. With a dizzy head, he finished the book and returned it to the top shelf, struggling to place it even on his tippy toes. Brady felt a quick chill breeze through the room. He dug his hand underneath his oversized fuzzy hoodie and felt the smooth stomach flatten out. His memories of Bethany and her red-hair morphed into a different person. It was another Asian twink, they held their hands together in a cozy apartment and played on their Nintendo Switch. The earthy charcoal cologne he recalled using became sunshine vanilla perfumes that his boyfriend, Jeremy, purchased for his birthday.
The slim twink approached him, hugging him from the behind. Brady was only up to his shoulder. It felt good with his liking to being the little spoon.
“What took you so long, Babe? I looked at ten books while you were just looking at one?” Jeremy chuckled.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. You know I like taking my time with books.”
"Well there's other books in this store, babe," Jeremy teased, bopping Brady's nose.
They checked out the rest of the store, leaving with a few romance books purchased in their pink heart decorated totebag. They bumped into another couple on the way out and briefly apologized to them. He looked at the tall muscular man dressed in his beige jacket and black shirt, wishing that he was also into guys. He whispered to Jeremy about jokingly asking him if he wants to be their 3rd if they see him another time by himself.
Jeremy and Brady cuddled on the couch together, their bag of books untouched on the clean coffee table. Jeremy was always the one to initiate, including a make out session with Brady. Their lips were soft and fruity as they embraced each other with their tongues on their soft couch.
They spent the rest of the day on an impromptu spa night. They applied a green jelly mask, consisting of green tea and aloe vera, to their faces and wore cute soft pink headbands. It was a typical zen they practiced every week. Stress and such can cause more damage than one could imagine. They turned on the TV to watch the adaptation of CardiacPauser, Jeremy and Brady’s favorite series. Before they returned to the couch, they took a picture together in their bathroom, holding each other with their large smiles. It was just them and the rest of the world. This is what he was meant to be and nothing else.
(First story yay, I'll post a companion story to this soon)
Jonathan and Jeremy were your typical gay couple. Jeremy worked as a hairdresser in the local mall and Jonathan was a flight attendant. When the both of them were home, which was rare due to Jonathan’s job, they would usually play a cozy soft fantasy-themed farm dating simulator on their bright pink Switch, or crochet colorful plushies of bees. Jeremy was the bookish nerd of the two. Obsessed with tropes and romances, he would info dump about his favorite graphic novels and fanfiction to Jonathan. While Jonathan loved Jeremy for his softness and approachability, he sometimes wished he himself was a bit more masculine. Less flamboyant looking. No matter how hard he worked out or how many protein powders he bought, he could never see any progress at the gym. But Jeremy loved him for the soft twink he was, so he typically kept those thoughts to himself.
Today was an exciting day for Jeremy. There was a promotional event in the local bookstore. Jonathan reluctantly went with him, only there to support his ever loving boyfriend.
In the brightly lit modern store, a large bright pink banner with black bold lettering above said “Try An Extrasensory Novel today.”
“Babe, I’ll be at the Graphic Novels section. They have the newest book of the CardiacPauser series,” Jeremy wrapped his arms around Jonathan, his white hoodie drapping over his.
“I’ll stay. Something tells me I’ll find a book I like here.”
Jeremy kissed him on the cheek, before traversing to his section. “Okay babe.”
Truthfully, Jonathan wanted to be left alone, knowing that if he had gone with his boyfriend, he would just be standing there as he read the graphic novels. He peeked at some of the bold and brash covers of the books but none stood out to him. Some boring modern day issues and thrillers. None of that was interesting.
A strong nutty scent of macadamia nuts interrupted his picky process. It was delicious. He was enamored by it since it was his favorite syrup in his boba order. But where was it coming from? There were no bubble tea places or even a coffee shop nearby. Hopefully no one had spilled anything, it would be a hot mess to clean. All the residue would attract ants and no one wants that, especially at a book store.
The scent grew stronger as he knelt down on the floor but there were no stains or spills on the dark green carpet. Not even a droplet of liquid. His nose led him to a specific book. The cover was a simplistic black text in front of a gray to white gradient background. An amateur with a dream and MS paint must have made it. It read: “Absolute Maximum: Understanding Yourself”. The blurb revealed it was a self-help men’s book. MAXIMIZE YOUR GAINS. MAXIMIZE YOUR ALPHA. MAXIMIZE YOUR MASCULINITY. Finally, a book that appealed to him. While he read the acknowledgments to alpha males and the pinnacles of masculinity, an aggressive warmth developed in his chest but he wasn’t sweating. The book was smaller and lighter in his now larger hands.
Chapter 1: ASSERTING YOURSELF. The simple prose asserted him to realize his true self. He was a man’s man, not a flamboyant twink. He felt the glow in his body starting to spread. Jonathan failed to notice his limbs stretching and growing to fit his muscular frame. His baggy clothes were tiny on his taller frame. While he remembered being at eye level with the middle shelf, he towered over it in the present.
He speedread the first and last paragraphs of the rest of the chapters, after all everything in between was filler. His once faint abs exploded into rock, hard canyons on his stomach. Adonis belt defined enough to go skiing on them. The flat soft joke of a chest ballooned into firm pecs. He owed it from his strict dieting routine and gym sessions with the bros. But what about Jeremy? Wait who was that? His memories of his boyfriend shifted into memories at extensive frat parties and going home with hot chicks afterwards.
The rest of the pages flew by from his intense skimping. His twig arm exploded with bulging biceps and triceps. He rolled up his small hoodie and flexed the peaks of mountains that were on his arms. He felt a glowing pleasure as testosterone fueled throughout his body. He thirsted for a protein shake. His face hardened into a mature shape, his hands gliding across a chiseled jawline. His traps and shoulders spiked up, bulging out of the jacket close to bursting out. The more words he read, the more of his memories transmuted. All the times he cuddled with Jeremy with hot cocoa under a pink blanket were replaced by his new memories of flattering women in his own apartment with a bookshelf of books he curated solely from their color schemes. He hardly read anything in them besides the blurb on the cover and the first chapter. He wasn’t a fuckboy, per se. He had a more academic approach, aiming to get into women’s pants through the seductive language of surface-level literature discussion.
Jonathan Johnny exhaled a deep breath as his tight top, which constricted his chiseled pecs, turned into a loose black shirt underneath a dark beige open jacket. He outgrew his sweatpants into a dark pair of jeans, which he tightened using a studded black belt. He felt god-like but his heart started to race. A quiet part internally knew this wasn’t him— but it was. This was the real him. None of this should be surprising.
Thoughts of his boyfriend, Jeremy, dissipated into the air. He didn’t have a boyfriend. He wasn’t into men. He was Johnny, the straightest man ever known. He had been straight his whole life, recalling his first time with a hot book nerd girl in the unisex bathroom of a bookstore back in his small town. In his time as a flight attendant, he often slept with the foreign women around the airport, sneaking into his overseas hotel rooms.
The book was unnecessary, so he returned it. It no longer smelled of macadamia nuts. He didn’t need it. He already was the most alpha he had been. His once kind and feminine personality turned into a more manipulative, masculine one. He used the charms of academic aesthetics to sleep with woman, often pretending to know the novels they loved. He surveyed the store for any hotties to bang, as a red head with glasses catching his eye.
Johnny walked up to the girl, feeling like a titan over her, with a book he had picked up that was a modern retelling of Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. He didn’t really care about the contents of it since it was a lure for the woman he wanted to conquer. He peeked down on her, and felt his underwear being restrictive.
He leaned on the shelf opposite to her, opening his book one-handed while squeezing his chest with the other hand. He glanced at her to elevate his mysterious nature.
“Oh hi,” The red head squeaked, rearranging her glasses. Her fingers that held her fantasy romance novel were shaking.
Turning the book down, he revealed his square jaw, “What are you reading?” He walked closer to the girl, subtly flexing his bicep.
“Nothing. It’s just a romcom. Dark broody male love interest. Strangers to lovers. Heh.”
Johnny kneeled down to her height. He whispered in his deep voice seductively to her ears, extending a hand out, “Hope it has a happy ending.”
The red head took his hand with no hesitation. Her face red from the blushing, dropping the book on the floor. She was utterly lovestruck. While walking out the store, they passed by a gay couple who apologized for bumping into him. No worries, he said. He enjoyed gay men’s existence since they took out potential competition for his women.
On the drive home on his motorcycle, the red head noted that Johnny had fit every criteria of her dream love interest: well traveled, dresses in a dark academia style, tall, muscular and drives a motorcycle.
He fucked her brains out while she felt his defined physique with the crevices between his chest and bulging six pack. Her moans were a common sound in his dimly lit apartment. After he finished his seed in her, the remnants of Jonathan and his homosexuality were shot out as well. He went to his bathroom and snapped a mirror selfie to put on his social media profiles. This was the real Johnny. No more Jonathan. He admired himself of the man he was before returning to round two.
