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The Black Hole

(AI Assisted - Finally got around to finishing the next story from the poll, and this one is inspired by the short film "THE BLACK HOLE" from 2008. I recommend watching the short film first to get a sense of its concept!

Also, a fair bit of warning, this story focuses a lot on the humiliation kink and being trapped in someone much bigger, heavier, and hairier. Which I'm sure some of you might really enjoy! /Verus)

The chemistry lab at Westview College felt like a forgotten corner of the world during lunch break. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, their cold glow casting long, harsh shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hung heavy with the acrid bite of sulfur mixed with the sharp sting of ethanol, scents that seeped into my clothes and lingered on my skin. I sat hunched over our cluttered workstation, my fingers tinted a deep blue from the chemical compounds I had been carefully mixing for our science assignment. It was due in Mr. Clarke's class later that afternoon, and the pressure weighed on me like an invisible hand.

Across from me, Dan lounged in his chair with that effortless slouch of his, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead. He swirled a beaker with a lazy flick of his wrist, his face scrunched up in clear annoyance.

"Man, Clarke's such an asshole!" Dan muttered, his voice low and edged with frustration. "He piles on these assignments just because we don't kiss his ass in class like the other kids do. Thinks he's some big shot, strutting around with that hairy broad chest straining against his shirt, barely squeezing through the doorways without turning sideways."

He snorted, leaning back and mimicking Mr. Clarke's stiff, wide posture, puffing out his own chest in exaggeration. "You ever hear that poor office chair creak every time he plants his big ass down? It's gonna snap one day, I swear. I can picture it now, him tumbling to the floor in front of the whole class and everyone laughing at his dumb face."

I nodded absently, my gaze locked on the bubbling mixture in my own beaker, watching the colors swirl and shift. But my mind wandered far from the experiment. Dan's rants about our science professor, Bruce Clarke, had become a familiar soundtrack to our lab sessions. It was always the same litany of complaints about his strict rules, his uptight personality, his biting criticism that could cut like a knife. Around town, Mr. Clarke was famously known as "The Cruel Giant," a man who barely let his students scrape by with passing grades and demanded nothing short of perfection from everyone. Stories circulated about how he would chew out cashiers for hours if they shortchanged him by a penny, or chase after elderly folks on the street to lecture them about public decency just for coughing too loudly in his presence.

To Dan, Mr. Clarke was nothing more than an uptight mean old man, a tall, burly middle-aged man whose khaki pants and tight dress shirts always seemed on the verge of bursting over his massive frame. But I stayed quiet, my agreement only half-hearted at best, because admitting the truth to Dan or even to myself felt utterly mortifying. Over the past few months, I had developed a secret crush on Mr. Clarke, a shameful attraction that I buried deep inside, praying it would fade away by the time graduation rolled around and I could escape this small town.

His huge body strangely captivated me in ways I could barely understand myself. And Mr. Clarke wasn't the slob Dan painted him to be. Sure, he carried a slight soft layer around his midsection, a gentle curve that pressed outward against his shirts, and I often imagined he could easily crush a watermelon just by sitting on it with that large, plump ass of his. But there was a commanding solidity to him that made my pulse quicken. He stood at 6'8", one of the tallest and largest men in our small town, with broad, wide shoulders that seemed to fill any room he entered, and thick, powerful arms that bent the space around them. During class, I would steal glances, my eyes tracing the vast expanse of his broad back as he wrote equations on the board, or lingering on the way his khaki pants clung to his rounded, muscular ass when he bent down to collect our tests.

His brown beard, often flecked with crumbs from a hurried lunch or faint stains from his morning coffee, framed a ruggedly handsome face that could make me blush even when he was yelling at the class for being late. I remembered the times his coffee-scented breath had washed over me during those scoldings, warm and authoritative, leaving me flustered. In my private fantasies, I imagined pressing my face into the hairy massive chest that peeked through his open collar, feeling the warmth of his bulk envelop me completely. I envied his genetics, how he was so effortlessly tall, hairy, and thick without ever needing to lift a weight or step foot in a gym. It was as if his body was a natural force, untamed and powerful.

I told myself it was just a phase, a silly teenage crush that would dissolve once college was behind me. I was just a scrawny senior, barely noticeable among the sea of students in Mr. Clarke's classes, and the very idea of confessing my feelings to anyone, especially Dan, made my stomach twist into knots. So I locked those thoughts away, letting them simmer quietly as I stirred my chemicals, my mind drifting into a hazy fantasy of running my hands over Mr. Clarke's broad, hairy chest, feeling the coarse hairs tickle my palms, the heat of his skin seeping into mine.

"Yo, Noah, you even listening to me?" Dan's voice snapped me back to reality, sharp and insistent.

I blinked, realizing I had been staring blankly at the beaker for far too long, the mixture now frothing a bit too vigorously.

"Huh? Yeah, sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head to clear the fog.

But before I could say more, my elbow caught the edge of a glass container filled with unknown chemicals, sending it toppling over into Dan's mixture. The liquids collided with a violent hiss, merging in a chaotic fizz that sent sparks flying. Dan yelped, jumping back from the table, his gloves and shirt miraculously untouched.

"Shit, Noah, watch it!" he shouted, his eyes wide as we both retreated a few meters away.

We stood there frozen, hearts pounding, as acrid smoke billowed upward from the workstation, the table sizzling in a way that sounded almost alive.

"What the hell was that?" Dan hissed, his voice laced with panic, glancing at me accusingly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I stammered, my heart racing as the smoke thickened, obscuring the mess we had made.

But as the haze slowly cleared, the sizzling faded, revealing something impossible on the table's surface: a perfectly round black hole, its edges shimmering faintly like heat waves on asphalt. It was wide enough for a small person to fit through, a void that seemed to devour the light around it, pulling at the air with an eerie silence.

We stared at it, speechless, the lab suddenly feeling colder despite the lingering chemical warmth.

"What is that thing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, stepping closer but not daring to touch it.

Dan shook his head, his bravado completely evaporated. "No clue, man. But we're totally screwed if Clarke sees this. We just destroyed school property, and you know how he gets about that."

With lunch break nearly over, panic surged through us like electricity. We scrambled to clean up the spill, me sweeping up the shattered glass shards from the floor while Dan wiped down the table with frantic swipes. As he brushed near the hole, his hand accidentally nudged its rim, and the anomaly shifted, folding slightly like a piece of flexible fabric.

"Noah, get over here quick!" Dan called, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

I hurried over, my jaw dropping as he gripped the edge of the hole and lifted it effortlessly off the table, holding it like a sheet of black paper, weightless and rippling faintly in the air.

"What the fuck?" I breathed, stepping even closer, my eyes wide. Dan, now grinning despite the shock, placed the hole back on the table and tentatively reached into it, his arm vanishing up to the elbow into the void. His face lit up with astonishment as he pulled his hand back, completely unharmed.

"Dude, this is freaky!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with glee.

He grabbed the hole again, striding over to a locked cabinet across the room, and slapped it against the door. Reaching through, he pulled out a beaker from inside the cabinet, holding it up triumphantly. "Holy shit, Noah! We made a freaking portal! This thing lets you reach into anything!"

We marveled at the anomaly we had accidentally created, a defiance of every law of physics we had learned in class. Dan's eyes gleamed with endless possibilities, his mind already racing ahead.

"We've got something way better than a boring assignment for Clarke now," he said, carefully rolling the hole up like a poster and stuffing it into his backpack. "And I've got an idea to test this thing out later. You in?"

I nodded, unsure but intrigued, my mind still reeling from the impossibility of it all. "Yeah, I guess. But we have to be careful, Dan. This could be dangerous..."

—

Two classes dragged by in a blur, and during the break before chemistry, Dan pulled me aside with a mischievous grin. He led me down the echoing hallways to the gym locker rooms, the distant shouts from jocks in the gymnasium grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

"What are we doing here, Dan?" I asked, glancing around nervously at the rows of metal lockers, the air thick with the smell of sweat and old sneakers.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with that reckless spark I knew all too well. "Just trust me. Keep watch for a second."

He scanned the lockers until he stopped at one labeled "Austin," our school's star athlete and the resident bully who had made our lives hell more than once.

I hissed a protest, my voice low. "Dan, no way. That's Austin's locker. We can't just..."

But he ignored me, pressing the black hole against the locker door with a soft thud. Reaching through the void, he rummaged around inside and pulled out a sweaty jockstrap, its fabric damp and musky from recent use.

"Dude!" I exclaimed, horrified, my cheeks burning as I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming.

Dan laughed, holding it up like a trophy before pressing it to his face and inhaling deeply. "Smells pretty good for a douchebag like Austin," he said, grinning wickedly. "Come on, Noah, lighten up. It's just a prank."

I rolled my eyes, my face flushing even hotter. "That's gross, man. Put it back."

He chuckled, rolling up the hole and tucking it, along with the jockstrap, into his backpack. "Imagine what else we can do with this thing. Vending machines, locked doors, even ATMs. It's not really stealing if it's just sitting there, right? We could take whatever we want without anyone knowing."

I frowned, unease twisting in my gut. "It's still stealing, Dan. And what if we get caught? This isn't a game."

Before we could argue further, Coach's voice boomed from the gymnasium entrance, demanding to know what we were doing in the locker room. "Hey! You two! What are you up to in there?"

Panic hit us like a wave, and we bolted, our sneakers squeaking against the tile floor as we fled down the hall, hearts pounding.

—

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in the chemistry lab, seated at our workstation as our classmates tricked in, chatting and laughing. Dan bounced in his seat like a kid on Christmas morning, barely containing his excitement about showing off the black hole. My stomach churned with nerves, both from the upcoming presentation and the looming presence of Mr. Clarke himself.

When he finally entered the room, his broad shoulders barely clearing the doorway, I felt my breath catch. His khaki pants hugged his thick calves, and his dress shirt clung to his hairy chest, the top button undone just enough to tease the coarse hairs beneath.

Our eyes met briefly as he scanned the room, and I saw a flicker of disappointment, perhaps even disgust, in his gaze before he turned away.

"Settle down, everyone," he barked, his deep voice rumbling through the lab like thunder. "We've got presentations today, and I expect you all to take this seriously. No excuses, no half-baked efforts."

Class dragged on with Mr. Clarke's usual loud and demeaning criticism, his beard twitching with every sharp word he directed at struggling students.

"That's incorrect, Miss Thompson. Do you even read the textbook, or do you just guess?" he snapped at one girl, making her shrink in her seat.

Finally, it was time for presentations. Dan shot up from his chair, waving his hand eagerly. "Mr. Clarke, can we go first? We've got something amazing."

Mr. Clarke eyed him skeptically, adjusting the square reading glasses that framed his piercing eyes. "Fine, but make it quick. And it better not be another one of your jokes, Daniel."

We stood at the front, explaining how we had mixed the chemicals accidentally, creating a black hole that defied all known physics. Dan's voice was infectious, building up the drama. "It's like a portal, sir. You can reach through anything with it."

But before we could pull out the anomaly to demonstrate, Mr. Clarke cut us off sharply. "That's enough of this nonsense," he snapped, his face reddening with anger. "You're slandering the very foundations of science in my classroom, and I won't tolerate it. Sit down, both of you."

Dan protested, his voice rising. "But sir, we can prove it! Just let us show you!"

"I said sit down!" Mr. Clarke shouted, his voice shaking the room, making the beakers rattle on the shelves.

Humiliated, we slunk back to our seats amid the laughter of the class. The jocks in the back called out, "Losers!" and the girls whispered "freaks" under their breath. I felt Mr. Clarke's glare burning into us, his stoic face flushed with irritation.

Dan muttered spitefully under his breath as we sat. "They don't deserve to see it anyway. I'll show them later, when it matters."

The rest of class passed in a miserable haze, with other students presenting their projects while I replayed Mr. Clarke's words over and over in my mind, my crush twisting into a knot of embarrassment. When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day, Dan and I joined the rush to leave, eager to escape. But a heavy hand suddenly gripped my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks.

"You two, stay behind," Mr. Clarke's gruff voice ordered, his fingers like steel.

My heart sank as we sat at the front desks, facing his massive wooden desk. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering to the chest hair peeking from his shirt, my crush flaring up despite the tension in the air.

Mr. Clarke's eyes narrowed as he caught my gaze lingering. "Noah," he began, his tone icy and measured, "I've noticed you staring at me these past months. It's inappropriate, and I don't appreciate it one bit. You need to focus on your studies, not whatever perverse fantasies you're indulging in during my class."

My face burned with shame, heat flooding my cheeks. I hadn't realized he had noticed, and the accusation left me speechless, my mouth dry. "I... I'm sorry, sir," I managed to whisper, staring at the floor.

Dan spoke up, his voice sharp and defensive. "That's not cool, Mr. Clarke. You can't just accuse him like that."

But the professor ignored him, turning his attention to Dan. "And you, with your ridiculous stunt today. If you keep this up, you'll fail my class and amount to nothing in life. Is that what you want?"

Dan's jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. "We weren't lying, sir. We really created something incredible."

Mr. Clarke's scowl deepened. "Enough. I don't have time for your games."

Fed up, Dan reached into his backpack and pulled out the rolled-up black hole. "See for yourself then."

Mr. Clarke dismissed it with a wave. "That's just a piece of black paper. Put it away."

Dan, his patience snapping, strode to the locked cabinet in the corner. "Watch this," he said, slapping the hole onto the door. He reached through and pulled out beakers, tools, and supplies, dumping them onto Mr. Clarke's desk with a clatter.

The professor's expression shifted from annoyance to shock, his eyes widening. "What are you doing? How did you...?"

Dan grinned, placing the hole flat on the desk. "Try it yourself, sir. Reach in and grab something from under your desk."

Hesitantly, Mr. Clarke reached into the void, his thick fingers disappearing. He pulled out pens, paperclips, and notebooks from beneath his desk, his shock turning to fascination as his fingers trembled.

"This... this is impossible," he murmured, his voice softening for the first time.

But Dan snatched the hole away, rolling it up quickly. "Told you we weren't lying," he said, smirking as he stood to leave. "Come on, Noah."

As Dan headed for the door, I fumbled with my bag, noticing a dark glint in Mr. Clarke's eyes, something like greed or ambition flickering there. The air in the room grew thick with tension, and suddenly, he lunged forward with surprising speed for a man of his size. His meaty hand closed around Dan's wrist, fingers like iron clamps, pinning Dan's arm in place.

Dan yelped, his voice sharp with panic. "What the hell, man? Let go!"

"You boys have no idea what you're holding," Mr. Clarke growled, his voice low and laced with a hunger that made my skin crawl. His massive frame loomed over Dan, his broad shoulders casting a shadow that swallowed my friend whole. Sweat beaded on Mr. Clarke's forehead, glistening under the lights, his dress shirt growing damp under the armpits, clinging to the curve of his massive chest and broad back. "Leave such things to responsible adults like me."

Dan struggled, his face turning red, both hands clutching the rolled-up black hole, his knuckles white. "Get off me! This isn't yours!"

Mr. Clarke's other hand reached for it, his thick fingers brushing the anomaly, his breath coming in heavy pants from the exertion. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of his sweat, a musky blend of coffee and raw masculinity that hit me like a wave, stirring my shameful crush even as fear gripped my chest.

Dan's eyes met mine, wide with desperation. "Noah, help! Do something!"

I dropped my bag and rushed over, my heart pounding wildly. "Let him go, sir!" I shouted, grabbing at the black hole, my fingers brushing against Dan's and Mr. Clarke's in the chaos. The three of us were locked in a frantic tug-of-war, pulling and yanking.

Mr. Clarke's strength was staggering, his arm like a steel cable, pulling with a force that made my muscles burn. "Let go, you fools!" he roared, his voice booming through the room, his face flushed red, small beads of sweat dripping down his temples.

Dan and I pulled together, our combined effort barely budging the anomaly from his grasp. "We can't let him have it!" Dan gasped, his face contorted with effort.

My hands slipped on the smooth, otherworldly surface, my palms slick with nervous sweat. "He's too strong," I panted, feeling insignificant next to his towering bulk, my slim arms trembling against his power. His dress shirt strained further, the seams creaking, his neck muscles shifting with each heave, his khaki pants tight around his thick thighs.

We tugged one last time, a desperate heave that sent us all stumbling. The black hole slipped from our fingers, but Mr. Clarke's sweaty palm fumbled it, the slick roll escaping his grip. It unfolded mid-air, a dark, rippling sheet, and sailed toward his chest. Time seemed to slow as it adhered with a soft, wet slap, the void pulsing against his shirt, centered over his broad chest.

His eyes widened in horror, a gasp escaping his lips.

"What... no!" he stammered, his hands clawing at the hole, trying to rip it free. Then his massive body suddenly shuddered, his pupils rolling back, and he collapsed, his heavy frame crashing to the hardwood floor with a thunderous thud that shook the entire room.

Dan and I stood panting, staring at the black hole pulsing on Mr. Clarke's chest, his unconscious body still, his bearded face slack.

"Oh god, we killed him," I whispered, my voice trembling, my legs feeling like jelly.

Dan knelt beside him, pressing fingers to his neck. "No, he's alive… just out cold," he said, his voice unsteady. He poked at the hole, his fingers disappearing inside. "Woah... he's hollow now. Like he's completely empty inside."

He reached deeper, his expression shifting to confusion. "Weird, I feel crevices inside, it’s like paths leading to his arms or neck. He's like a big hollow tree stump..."

I paced the room, panic clawing at my chest, my mind racing with the implications. "We never thought about using it on a person... What have we done?"

A few minutes passed of me restlessly pacing around while Dan stared curiously at the hole on Clarke's chest, his mind seemingly thinking hard about how to get us out of this mess. Then suddenly Dan's eyes lit up with a reckless idea. "What if one of us climbs inside? Maybe we can move him, sort of like a big meatsuit. We could access his office, fix our grades and make him give us A's, then get out before he wakes up."

"That's insane, Dan," I said, but the idea took hold, fueled by fear of failing yet another course and a bizarre curiosity about climbing inside Mr. Clarke's big body, the man I had secretly admired for so long. "You really think that would work?"

He nodded eagerly. "Think about it, Noah. You're smaller than me, scrawny frame and all. You'd fit easily through the hole. Come on, it's our only shot right now."

After a heated debate, with me protesting, "This could go so wrong," and Dan countering, "But what if it goes right? We could turn this around," I swallowed hard, gazing at Mr. Clarke's unconscious giant form. His bearded face looked almost serene, his massive hairy chest rising and falling despite the gaping hole. My crush twisted into something darker, a fascination with the impossible intimacy of it all.

Dan locked the classroom door with a click. "Okay, let's do this. I'll keep watch."

I stood over Mr. Clarke, my pulse racing like a drum. His body was a mountain compared to mine, his shoulders twice as wide as my own, his chest a broad expanse of power, his gut a soft curve that spoke of both strength and years of indulgence. I kicked off my shoes, a strange gesture of respect, and hesitated, my breath shallow. The black hole pulsed invitingly, its edges shimmering, beckoning me forward.

"Be careful," Dan whispered, his voice tense.

I nodded, stepping forward, one foot hovering over the void. "Here goes nothing."

I lowered myself in slowly, the sensation immediate and overwhelming, a warm, squishy embrace that enveloped my foot like sinking into a heated waterbed, but alive, pulsating gently. The inside of Mr. Clarke's body was soft and yielding, yet unnervingly organic, the walls slick and warm against my skin, almost caressing me as I descended.

My foot sank into a crevice, what I assumed was the path to his thick leg, and I felt a gentle resistance, as if the space was molding itself to me, adapting to my shape. I was scrawny, barely 5'6" and 130 pounds, but Mr. Clarke was a giant, well over 6'8" and easily 250 pounds, his bulk dwarfing me entirely. Yet the hole seemed to adjust seamlessly, my leg sliding into his thigh, stopping abruptly as if fitted perfectly, despite the vast size difference.

"How does it feel?" Dan asked, his voice hushed, watching intently.

"It's... warm," I replied, my voice shaky. "Like it's hugging me, tightly yet firmly."

I lowered myself further, my other leg finding its place, the sensation of his massive thighs enveloping my own, heavy and warm, like pulling on a suit far too large yet impossibly snug. My hips settled into his, my slim frame sinking into the broad expanse of his pelvis, the weight of his ass pressing down beneath me, a dense, plump mass that felt alien and grounding all at once.

I pushed my arms through next, feeling the crevices widen for his thick biceps and forearms, my hands slipping into his, the fingers blunt and calloused, so unlike my own slender ones.

"My arms... they're in his now," I murmured, flexing experimentally, yet straining under the heavy weight of them.

The inside of his chest stretched tight as I pushed myself further down, the flesh straining with a soft creak, and I felt the dampness of his simmering sweat enveloping me, a musky scent that filled my senses, both repellent and intoxicating in its rawness.

"Keep going," Dan encouraged, his eyes wide. "You're almost there."

I pulled myself deeper, my chest sinking into his, the soft flesh brushing against my skin inside, a sensation so intimate it made my face burn with heat. The black hole's warmth enveloped my torso completely, and I bent my neck forward, sliding my head down into the darkness and then through a tight, slick passage that must have been his throat.

"It's so tight here," I gasped, darkness closing in, warm and suffocating, as I aligned my body with his.

For a moment, I panicked, blind and breathless, but then vision flickered to life, and I saw through Mr. Clarke's eye sockets, the world sharper, larger, as if my eyes now perceived everything as he did. Air rushed through his nostrils and into my lungs, filling me with a strange vitality. I pushed myself up slowly, his bulk around me loose and heavy, a staggering weight that made my movements slow and uncoordinated.

"God, he's so fucking heavy," I said, Mr. Clarke's deep timbre somehow resonated through me, a bizarre mixture of his voice and mine that boomed in the room.

I gripped the desk for support, my thick fingers leaving sweaty prints on the wood, and stood, feeling the floor creak beneath his mass. My legs, inside his now, felt like heavy pillars, each step a lumbering effort, his thighs rubbing together with a soft friction, khaki pants wrapped snugly around them. His hairy chest rose and fell with each breath I took inside, and his broad shoulders strained the dress shirt, the seams taut against the power beneath.

Dan gaped at me, his mouth open in awe. "Holy shit, Noah. You're wearing him! You look just like Clarke, but... it's you in there controlling him!"

"Yeah," I replied, my voice still that strange mixture of ours combined. "It's me. But god it feels strange being in here, like everything too big and heavy..."

Dan stepped closer, peering at my new bearded face. "How are you breathing? Seeing? It looks completely normal from out here."

"It feels like looking through a one-way mask," I explained, touching my cheek experimentally, and somehow feeling the scratchy beard poking me from the inside. "Like my eyes are hidden behind his, invisible from outside. And I'm breathing through his nostrils, the air flowing right to me. Sounds vibrate from his eardrums and fill this space I'm in. And my mouth, my tongue... they've slipped into his like a thick, larger sleeve. It's so freaky how this actually worked..."

"Damn," Dan said, reaching out to poke my arm, squeezing the thick flesh. "Can you feel that?"

"Barely," I admitted, the sensation dulled by the layer of Mr. Clarke's heavy flesh encasing me. "It's really like I'm wearing a big heavy skinsuit..."

But then he tried to reach into the hole on Mr. Clarke’s chest, his fingers brushed my real chest inside, tickling me lightly. "Hey, stop that!" I laughed, swatting him away, my voice booming louder than intended.

He grinned, then slapped my ass playfully, the thick flesh bouncing slightly, sending a jolt through me, a mix of embarrassment and a strange thrill at feeling this body respond under my control. "Damn... guess you're the one with the thick massive ass now, huh? How's it feel to have all that junk in the trunk?"

"Shut up, Dan," I said, but I couldn't help a small chuckle, shifting my weight and feeling the dense anchor pull me down. "It's weird. Heavy, but... powerful."

Then, noticing the clock on the wall, Dan's expression turned serious. "We need to hurry. The hall might fill up soon. I’ll unlock the door and check if it's clear. Remember, our plan is to get to the professor's office, change our grades on his computer, and then we’ll come back and I’ll help you climb back out."

I nodded before shuffling toward the door, each step slow and unfamiliar, but stopped when I reached the nearby cabinet.

Catching Mr. Clarke's reflection in the glass, I froze. His handsome, bearded face stared back, but the sternness was gone, replaced by my own shock and fascination in his eyes. His body was a colossus, shoulders a broad wall, chest heaving with each breath, and his ass a soft curve that shifted sensually with every movement. But then I saw the gaping black hole on the chest, a glaring void that would draw immediate questions from other students and faculty members.

"Wait," I said, my deep voice echoing. "I can't walk out like this. The hole's too obvious. The other professors would freak out seeing Mr. Clarke like this. Maybe I can just take it off for a while…"

Dan seemed preoccupied with checking the hallway outside. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Just hurry up. The coast is clear now."

Without thinking of the implications or consequences, my hands, now inside Mr. Clarke's thick, rugged hands, gripped the rim of the black hole. The surface was smooth, almost liquid under my fingers, and I pulled gently, peeling it away from the damp dress shirt. The moment it detached, a searing heat erupted around me, a burning wave that consumed every nerve, every fiber.

"Noah? What did you do?!" Dan asked, his voice rising in alarm as he turned his attention back to me.

I realized too late my mistake. The warm squishy walls inside of Mr. Clarke's body tightened suddenly, compressing around me like a vice, as if his flesh was collapsing inward, crushing my scrawny frame.

"No... it- it hurts!!" I gasped, my skin burning, my bones aching under the pressure. I felt my body, my real body inside, being crushed, warped, and dissolved into the vastness of Mr. Clarke's thick flesh, and then as if I was being wrung and dispersed throughout every pore and cell that was Mr. Clarke. The room spun wildly, Dan's scream echoing in my ears as my vision darkened. "Dan... help..."

My last thought was a desperate wish for Mr. Clarke to forgive me for what we had done to him…

—

–

"Hey! Wake up! Noah, wake up!" Dan's voice pierced through the fog, his hands shaking my shoulders with desperate force.

I groaned, my body feeling like it had been crushed under a boulder, heavy and unresponsive. My eyes fluttered open, vision swimming as the chemistry lab's fluorescent lights stabbed into my skull like knives. I pushed myself up slowly, sitting on the cold hardwood floor, every muscle screaming in protest. My limbs felt sluggish, foreign, like they belonged to someone else entirely.

Dan knelt before me, his face pale, eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. "Is it you, Noah? Or is it Clarke? Say something, please."

I frowned, my head throbbing with a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes. "What do you mean?" I croaked, but the sound stopped me cold.

The voice was no longer a strange mixture; my original reedy tone of a college senior was completely gone without a trace. It was now deep, gruff, resonant, the voice I had heard barking orders in class, laced with coffee and unyielding authority. Mr. Clarke's fully complete voice.

My hand shot to my throat, fingers brushing a thick, muscular neck, the skin rough with coarse stubble that trailed downward. I froze, my breath catching as I felt the unfamiliar texture, the sheer bulk of it. "Dan... why does my voice sound like this?"

"Noah, is it really you?" Dan urged, his voice cracking with tension. "Please tell me it's you."

"It's me, dude. Noah," I said, but hearing that booming timbre again made my stomach drop.

I opened my mouth to speak more, but my gaze dropped to my hands, and the realization finally hit me. They felt massive now, rugged with blunt fingers and knuckles dusted with dark hair. I turned them over, palms up, staring at the calloused skin, the deep lines etched from years of grading papers and handling lab equipment.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, Mr. Clarke's voice booming out, alien and wrong coming from my thoughts. Somehow it no longer felt like I was wearing an oversized suit of flesh, but instead every breath, every sensation, every movement felt like it was my own flesh and blood.

I touched my face, fingers trembling as they encountered a scratchy beard, a strong jaw, thinning hair atop a broad skull. My other hand pressed against my chest, feeling the solid mass, the faint give of flesh, a heartbeat that thrummed powerfully but wasn't mine. I shifted, the floor creaking beneath my weight, my hips and thighs spreading wider than I had ever known, the sensation of bulk overwhelming and inescapable.

"Dan, what happened? Where's the hole, and why am I still inside Mr. Clarke?" I asked, my voice shaking despite its depth, each word a reminder of the flesh I now controlled completely.

Dan swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the black hole lying crumpled on the floor, its edges still faintly shimmering. "When you pulled the hole off, you screamed and collapsed. I rushed over and reattached it to your chest, hoping I could pull you out like before. But when I reached inside... there was nothing. Just emptiness, like it was before you climbed in. Your real body, Noah... I think it's gone. Like completely gone."

I stared at him, my mind refusing to process the words. "Gone? What do you mean, gone?" I demanded, my voice rising, filling the room with Mr. Clarke's commanding timbre.

Dan flinched slightly, raising his hands to calm me. "I think when you took the hole off, something triggered. Your real body was still inside Clarke's, and without the hole to keep you two separate… I think you fused with him. You became his flesh, his organs, his nerves, and maybe even his brain now. For all intents and purposes, Noah... I think you're Bruce Clarke now. Permanently."

The words shattered my reality like fragile glass.

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head slowly, the motion feeling heavy and unfamiliar as the coarse beard scratched against the collar of my damp dress shirt.

I grabbed at my thick arms, tugging desperately at the muscled flesh beneath the fabric as if I could somehow peel it away and reveal my old scrawny self hiding underneath. But the skin was undeniably real, warm and alive, every pinch sending sharp jolts through nerves that now belonged entirely to this body. I pressed both hands firmly against my broad chest, feeling the dense thickness of it, the coarse hairs curling under my palms, the heavy weight shifting with each ragged breath I took.

"I’m stuck…?" I murmured, the deep gruff voice choking in my throat. "I’m… Professor Clarke now?"

I was no longer a senior, just months away from graduation, with a future full of freedom stretching out before me like an open road. Instead, I had become a man in his late forties, a college science professor infamous for his unrelenting sternness and biting criticism. And, as Dan had always joked in the lab, the man with the thickest ass in town, a massive rounded backside that strained every pair of khaki pants he owned. The thought of my secret crush on Mr. Clarke, now twisted into my permanent reality, made my stomach churn with a sickening mix of horror and disbelief. I had admired this body from afar for months, stealing glances and fantasizing about its power and presence. But living in it, trapped forever inside its overwhelming bulk, was nothing I could ever have prepared myself for. It felt like a cruel joke, the object of my desire turned into an inescapable prison of flesh and weight.

"Come on, Noah. Sit down for a second. You look like you're about to pass out again." Dan stepped closer, his expression a blend of pity and lingering shock.

He guided me toward Mr. Clarke's office chair behind the desk, the one we had mocked so many times in our whispers. I lowered myself carefully, the wooden frame groaning immediately under the sudden load of my new mass. The chair creaked loudly, a long, protesting sound that seemed to mock me as I settled into it, my thick thighs spreading wide, my heavy gut pressing forward against the edge of the desk.

I ran my rugged hands over my face, fingers tracing the scratchy texture of the full beard, the deep-set eyes that now held my panicked gaze, the thinning hair on top that felt slick with fresh sweat. The sensations were all so alien, so rugged and scratchy, nothing like the old skin I had known just hours ago. My broad shoulders slumped as the reality sank deeper, the dress shirt pulling tight across my back.

"Dan, please," I pleaded, my voice cracking despite its depth, coming out as a quiet, desperate whimper from Mr. Clarke's lips. It felt so strange, so wrong, to hear that authoritative rumble reduced to begging. "You have to help me... I can’t be stuck like this forever... I can't live as him..."

Dan opened his mouth to respond, his eyes soft with sympathy. "We'll figure it out, I swear. We'll—"

Right as the words left his mouth, I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, trying to find a position that didn't feel so foreign and constricting. My massive frame didn't move lightly; the simple adjustment sent my weight rocking backward, my thick ass pressing down harder into the seat. There was a sharp, ominous crack, like wood splitting under too much strain, followed immediately by a loud pop as one of the supports gave way completely.

The chair collapsed beneath me in an instant. The back legs buckled, the seat tilted violently, and I tumbled backward with absolutely no grace. My heavy body hit the hardwood floor with a thunderous thud that echoed through the empty classroom, the impact jarring every bone in this giant frame. My broad back slammed down first, followed by the dense weight of my ass and thighs, sending a shockwave through me. Papers scattered from the desk, a beaker wobbled precariously on a nearby shelf, and the air rushed out of my lungs in a deep, involuntary grunt from Mr. Clarke's chest.

For a moment, I just lay there sprawled on the floor, stunned and breathless, staring up at the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. My khaki pants had ridden up slightly from the fall, exposing thick, hairy calves. My dress shirt had untucked in places, revealing a strip of soft gut and the dark trail of hair leading downward. My bearded face burned hot with flush, sweat beading anew on my forehead as humiliation flooded through me like fire.

We had always joked about this exact thing in the lab. Dan and I had whispered about how Mr. Clarke's poor office chair creaked every time he sat down, how one day surely his big heavy ass would finally snap it in half and send him crashing to the floor in front of everyone. We had laughed about imagining the scene, the uptight professor reduced to an embarrassing heap in front of the class. But I never, in my worst nightmares, imagined I would be the one inside his body when it actually happened. I never thought I would feel the sheer mortifying weight of it all from the inside. The way his massive frame made every movement so consequential, the way this thick, powerful ass that I had secretly admired was now the very thing that had caused my downfall.

"Shit, Mr. Clarke... I mean, Noah... are you okay?" Dan asked, rushing around the desk, his voice caught between concern and barely suppressed laughter as he looked down at me.

I groaned, trying to push myself up on my elbows, but the impact stung and made it awkward and slow. My thick arms strained, my gut shifted heavily, and I felt every pound of this body resisting the effort. Looking up at Dan from the floor with my flushed bearded face tilted upward in helpless vulnerability, only deepened the humiliation. The man who commanded fear and respect from the entire school was now sprawled helplessly like a toppled statue, and I was the one living it.

"Don't... don't laugh," I muttered, my deep voice rumbling with embarrassment as I finally rolled to my side and heaved myself upright, the floor creaking again under my rising weight. But even as I said it, I could feel the heat in my cheeks, the way this body's natural authority clashed with the ridiculous position I had landed in. It was so wrong, so utterly humiliating, and yet buried somewhere beneath the shame was that perverse flicker of sensation, the raw physicality of it all, the undeniable presence of this massive, hairy form that was now mine.

Dan offered a hand to help steady me as I stood, brushing off my rumpled shirt. "Sorry, man. But... we really did always say that chair wouldn't last much longer."

"Yeah," I replied quietly, adjusting my pants and feeling the dense curve of my ass settle back into place. "Just never thought I'd be the one to break it."

The words hung heavy, a stark reminder that every joke we had made about Mr. Clarke's body was now my reality, every flaw and excess now mine to carry, to feel, to live with from today on.

—

The next hour was a nightmare, a desperate scramble to reverse the impossible. We stayed late in the school lab, the black hole's shimmering void mocking me from the floor as it lay there like a discarded shadow, its edges rippling faintly under the fluorescent lights. Dan paced back and forth, his sneakers squeaking on the linoleum, while I stood there in Mr. Clarke's towering body, feeling every inch of its heavy presence pulling me down.

"Okay, Noah, let's think this through," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe we can have you climb into another body. Like one of the jocks or another student. At least you wouldn't be stuck as this old lumbering giant forever."

I nodded eagerly, a spark of hope flickering in my chest, making my thick beard twitch as I spoke. "Yes, please. Let's try that. Anything but this. I can't stay like him, Dan. His body feels so... overwhelming. So heavy and thick everywhere." My deep voice rumbled with desperation, and I glanced down at my broad frame, the dress shirt still clinging damply to my hairy chest from the earlier sweat.

Dan picked up the black hole carefully, unrolling it like a fragile map. "Alright, hold still. I'll place it on the floor, and you try to squeeze through. Imagine slipping into one of the jock's bodies or another student. We could grab one of them after practice or something."

He laid it flat, the void pulsing invitingly, and I lowered myself awkwardly, my massive knees creaking as they hit the ground. I positioned my large callused hand at the rim first, feeling the warm, squishy pull of the anomaly, but as I tried to push my arm in deeper, the resistance built immediately.

"It's tight already," I grunted, my rugged face flushing with effort. My broad shoulders caught painfully against the edge, the void stretching slightly but refusing to yield to my width. I twisted, sweat beading on my forehead and dripping into my beard, my thick chest heaving as I pushed harder.

"Keep going, Noah. You can do it," Dan encouraged, kneeling beside me, his voice tense. "Suck in your chest or something."

I tried, inhaling deeply, feeling the firm curve of my chest compress slightly, but it was no use. My thick chest, matted with coarse hair under the shirt, refused to squeeze through the narrow rim, the fabric straining as I wedged myself further. Pain shot through my shoulders, and I gasped, pulling back with a frustrated roar. "Damn it, it's not working. Clarke’s shoulders are too wide. This body is built like a wall."

We tried again, Dan suggesting I go feet first this time. "Maybe start with your legs. Your thighs are huge, but the hole might stretch."

I lay on my back, the floor cool against my broad shoulders, and slid one thick, hairy leg toward the void. The sensation was strange, the anomaly enveloping my calf with that familiar warm embrace, but as my massive backside approached, it jammed, the dense muscle and fat bunching up against the rim.

"Push harder," Dan said, grabbing my other leg to help guide me. "Come on, Noah, you're almost there."

I groaned, my deep voice echoing in the empty lab, sweat now soaking through the back of my shirt as I strained. "It hurts, Dan. These thighs and this ass are too damn big! It's like trying to force a tree trunk through a keyhole." After minutes of grunting and twisting, I yanked my leg free, panting heavily, my beard damp and itchy from the exertion.

We made a third attempt, this time with me on my side, but each try left me more exhausted, my beard dripping beads of sweat onto the floor as I gasped for air.

"Enough," I finally said, slumping against the desk, my thick frame trembling. "It's not working. I'm too fucking big now. Clarke's body is never going to fit that small hole..."

Dan shook his head in defeat, his face pale. "Damn it. Okay, plan B. What about recreating the chemical reaction? Maybe make another bigger hole or find a way to reverse the fusion somehow."

I nodded wearily, my rugged hands trembling as I stood up, feeling the weight of my ass shift with the movement. "Let's try. Anything to get me out of this."

For the next hour and a half we gathered beakers and compounds from the shelves, Dan reading off measurements while I poured with my blunt fingers, the liquids hissing as they mixed.

"Add more sulfur this time," Dan instructed, peering into the beaker. "That might be what triggered it before."

I complied, but the mixture just bubbled harmlessly, no void forming, no anomaly appearing. We tried variation after variation, frantically adjusting ratios, but without the exact accidental formula, it was futile.

"This isn't the right combination," I said after the tenth failed batch, my hands shaking as I set down the beaker, the reality sinking in deeper like a stone in my thick chest. Each failure cemented my fate deeper, the reality sinking in that I was stuck as Bruce Clarke for the unforeseeable future.

"Shit, Noah," Dan whispered, leaning against the table. "I don't know what else to do right now…"

"I can't go home like this," I said finally, my voice exhausted and defeated after hours of trying. "My parents would freak out if I showed up looking like our science professor. What do I do now, Dan?"

Dan thought for a moment, rubbing his chin. "We leave it for today and try again tomorrow when we're fresh. I heard Clarke lives alone, in an apartment a town over. Maybe… you could go there, and just pretend to be him until we fix this. It's not ideal, but it's something, I guess…"

The words felt like a death sentence, the idea of stepping fully into Mr. Clarke's life making my hairy chest tighten. "Pretend to be him? Dan, I am him now. But... fine," I agreed reluctantly, my deep voice heavy with resignation. "I don't have a choice. Just promise you'll help me tomorrow. We meet back here first thing?"

"I promise," Dan said, clapping me on the shoulder, though his hand barely made an impact on my thick frame. "We'll figure this out, Noah. You're still my buddy."

We shared an awkward hug, my massive arms enveloping him easily, the powerful scent of Mr. Clarke's sweat and cologne filling the air between us. "Thanks, Dan. See you tomorrow," I murmured, pulling away.

"Take care... Mr. Clarke," he joked weakly, trying to lighten the mood, but it only made my bearded face flush deeper as I nodded and headed out.

—

After saying goodbye to Dan, I decided to take the bus instead of daring to drive Mr. Clarke's car, unsure if I could even handle the pedals with these thick legs or fit inside comfortably with this towering body. The evening air was muggy as I waited at the stop, my dress shirt already sticking to my broad back. When the bus arrived, I ducked my head to board, my broad shoulders brushing the doorframe, and lumbered to the back, the vehicle dipping slightly under my weight. Sitting on the bus without any air-conditioning, I felt stuffed and hot, the seat creaking loudly as I lowered my massive frame into it, my thick ass spreading wide and filling the space meant for two. Mr. Clarke's body started sweating profusely almost immediately, and I felt the back of the dress shirt and my armpits soaked through with his musky sweat, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to my hairy skin, outlining every curve of my chest and back.

A group of college jocks from our school boarded a few stops later, recognizing me instantly. They stared, pointing, and laughing quietly among themselves. "Look at Clarke taking up the whole backseat," one whispered, snickering. "Guy's like a tank. Bet he could crush the seat if he bounces."

At first, I thought it would feel absolutely humiliating, my cheeks flushing hot under the scruffy beard, the heat making my sweat drip faster. I shifted awkwardly, feeling the dense weight of my thighs rub together, the khaki pants damp and tight.

Yet, for some strange reason, a flicker of arousal stirred within me, warm and unexpected, building in my core as their eyes lingered on my bulk. Instead of shying away, I stared back at the jocks with a stern glare, channeling Mr. Clarke's authority.

"Something funny, boys?" I boomed, my voice deep and commanding, rumbling through the bus like thunder.

The jocks went quiet immediately, their laughter dying as they looked away in fear, mumbling apologies under their breath. "Sorry, Mr. Clarke…" one said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

There were perks to being big, scary, and having authority after all, I realized, a small thrill running through me as I shifted in the seat again, feeling the power in my bulk ripple through my muscles. The arousal lingered, a warm pulse in my thick crotch, making the ride feel strangely empowering despite the discomfort.

—

At the apartment, I fumbled with his keys at the door, my thick fingers clumsy and uncoordinated at first, the metal slipping twice before I finally turned the lock and entered. The space was clean and masculine, smelling of cedar and faint coffee, but it struck me how minimalistic it all was. The furniture was sparse: a plain wooden table in the kitchen with two mismatched chairs, a worn leather couch in the living room facing a small TV on a simple stand, and bare walls except for a few shelves holding books on chemistry and physics. No decorations, no clutter, just functional and stark, like the home of a man who lived for his work and little else.

I wandered the rooms slowly, my heavy footsteps thudding on the hardwood floors, exploring this new life that was now mine. In the living room, photo frames on a side table caught my eye. I picked one up with my rugged hands, staring at the unfamiliar faces: a group of people at a family gathering, smiling warmly, with Mr. Clarke in the center, his arm around an older woman who must have been his mother.

"Who are you all?" I whispered, my deep voice soft in the quiet space.

Another photo showed him with friends at a bar, laughing, beers in hand, a side of him I had never imagined. And on the wall in the hallway, diplomas hung framed: his bachelor's in chemistry, master's in education, awards for teaching excellence.

"All these achievements... and they're all mine now?" I murmured, tracing the glass with a thick finger, feeling a strange mix of awe and intrusion.

The closet in the bedroom was equally plain and boring, filled with rows of identical khaki pants, tight dress shirts in neutral colors, and a few pairs of sensible shoes. No flair, no variety, just practical clothes that strained over his massive frame.

"This is what I have to wear every day?" I said aloud, pulling out a shirt and holding it up, imagining buttoning it over my hairy chest.

Finally, exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, the frame creaking loudly under my weight like a protest, the mattress sinking deeply beneath my bulk. I peeled off the sticky shirt slowly, button by button, exposing the broad, hairy chest and thick gut inch by inch. The air felt cool against the damp skin, but the heat from my body lingered. My hands roamed tentatively, tracing the unfamiliar terrain, a mix of revulsion and fascination washing over me as my fingers sank into the soft give of my belly, then up to the dense mat of coarse hair covering my pecs. This was my prison now, a body I had day-dreamed about from afar, now mine possibly forever.

That's when I realized this was the first time I had ever seen Mr. Clarke shirtless, even if it was my own view now. A mix of horror and fascination gripped me as I stared down at the insanely hairy chest and thick legs, the coarse hairs curling thickly over the skin, dark and wild.

"This is me now…" I whispered to myself, running my hands through the furry chest, feeling the texture rough and warm under my palms. I gave my own pecs a firm squeeze, the flesh yielding softly under my grip, sending a shiver through my new body, the hairs tickling my fingers sensually.

I had to come to terms with the fact that I was Bruce Clarke now, forced to take on his identity and career as a college science professor, infamous for being cruel and barely fitting through door frames.

"Bruce... I said aloud, testing the name on my tongue, my deep voice making it sound natural. The thought that I would have to live with this giant hairy body for the rest of my life still horrified me, but at the same time, a strange thrill emerged, building slowly like a fire kindling in my core. I had secretly always admired Mr. Clarke's body, the way it moved with such commanding presence, the sheer mass of it filling every space.

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all…" I murmured, my hands pressing harder into the hairy expanse, feeling the sweat-slicked skin respond.

My hands drifted lower, unbuckling the khaki pants with deliberate slowness, the belt loosening with a soft click, sliding them down over my impossibly thick thighs, the fabric brushing against the hairy legs. The air felt cool against the newly exposed skin, but the warmth from within built steadily, a pulsing heat in my heavy crotch. I explored further, my fingers brushing the unfamiliar weight there, Mr. Clarke’s cock thick and responsive, stirring under my touch, growing heavier and warmer in my palm.

"Oh god…" I murmured, my deep voice husky now, laced with building desire as I wrapped my hand around it fully, feeling the alien yet intoxicating sensations build with each slow stroke. It was slow, sensual, each movement drawing out the twisted acceptance of my fate, the veiny length thickening in my grip, the hairy base brushing my knuckles.

I lay there fondling myself, grappling with the knowledge that I had to take on the identity of Mr. Clarke from now on, even calling myself by the name of Bruce. "I'm Bruce Clarke…" I whispered repeatedly, the words sinking in as my strokes grew firmer, the pleasure coiling tighter in my thick frame. In the darkness of my new bedroom, I surrendered to the body's pull, my fingers tightening around the shaft, my breaths coming deeper and more ragged, slowly embracing the thick, hairy middle-aged professor I had become.

The slow realization deepened: I could be stuck as Bruce forever, this sweaty, heavy, hairy, and impossibly thick body my permanent home. The thought sent waves of conflicting emotion through me, a mixture of horror at the loss of my youth, yet the thrill at the power and sensuality of this form. The pleasure mounted gradually, waves of it washing over me, building to an unbearable peak until I arched my broad back off the bed, a low groan escaping my bearded lips.

My massive frame shuddered violently, the climax ripping through me, sending spurts of Mr. Clarke’s semen arcing onto the floor, coating my thick hairy thighs in warm, sticky trails, and some residue even splattering upward to get stuck in the scruffy brown beard, clinging to the coarse hairs like dew.

I lay there panting, the afterglow settling over my bulk, sealing my new reality in a haze of reluctant ecstasy.

- Epilogue -

Three years had passed since the accident in the chemistry lab, three years since my life as Noah, the scrawny college senior, dissolved completely into the void of a black hole and left me forever trapped in the massive, hairy body of Bruce Clarke, Westview High’s infamous uptight and cruel science professor.

The classroom, once a place of quiet dread and stolen glances, had become my domain, its fluorescent lights humming softly overhead, the sharp tang of chemicals as familiar now as the constant, grounding weight of my own thick frame. I stood at the front of the classroom each day, chalk dust coating my blunt fingers, my deep voice rumbling through the space as I lectured a new batch of students on molecular bonds and atomic structures that I barely knew anything about myself.

My dress shirts, always custom-tailored larger to accommodate the broad expanse of my chest and the soft curve of my gut, pulled snugly across the coarse hair beneath. My khaki pants hugged my powerful thighs and rounded ass, the fabric stretching with every deliberate step I took across the linoleum floor, a sensual reminder of the man I had fully become.

In the beginning, Dan and I had spent frantic weeks trying to undo the impossible fusion, experimenting late into the nights in the empty lab, recreating mixtures and testing the black hole on objects, animals, anything we could think of. But every attempt failed, and by the end of the first month, exhaustion and resignation settled over us like a heavy blanket.

“It’s no use, dude,” Dan had said one evening, his voice quiet as he rolled the anomaly back up. “I don’t think you’re getting out of that big body. Ever...”

I nodded slowly, feeling the beard scratch against my collar, the weight of my chest shifting as I breathed deeply, and something inside me had quietly surrendered.

Eventually, Dan and I drifted apart, the strain of our changed dynamic too much to bear. He could not look at Mr. Clarke’s rugged face without flinching, could not hear that gruff voice without remembering the professor he had despised, even though he knew it was me trapped inside.

“It’s just too weird, man,” he confessed one afternoon in the empty classroom, his eyes fixed on the floor as the black hole sat rolled up in his backpack. “I hate that I still feel angry when I see you. It’s not fair to you, but I can’t help it.”

I understood, my massive hand resting gently on his shoulder, the touch heavy and paternal in a way that made us both uncomfortable. After that, our meetings grew shorter, rarer, until they stopped altogether.

I had no choice but to settle fully into Bruce Clarke’s life, his quiet apartment, his solitary routines, his very identity. The first months were a slow, deliberate adjustment, each day a lesson in inhabiting this towering body. I learned the rhythm of his mornings: the hot shower where steam clung to the thick hair on my chest and back, the way my heavy cock and balls swayed as I toweled off, the satisfying stretch of my broad shoulders as I buttoned a fresh shirt. I navigated grocery stores with my wide frame, feeling eyes linger on my bulk, my ass filling the seat of my small car. I graded papers late into the evening, my calloused fingers gripping the red pen, the creak of my new reinforced desk chair a constant companion beneath my spreading weight.

But as seasons turned, resistance melted into familiarity, then into something warmer, deeper. I began to crave the sensations of this body, the way sweat gathered in the dense fur of my chest on warm days, the powerful thud of my footsteps, the delicious heft of my thighs when I sat.

Alone in the apartment, I found myself drawn to mirrors more and more. I would strip slowly, savoring the slide of fabric over hairy skin, standing naked before the full-length glass in the bedroom. The reflection mesmerized me: a stereotypical lumberjack of a man, 6’8” of solid mass, chest broad and forested with dark curls that trailed all the way down to my crotch. I ran my thick hands over it all, palms sinking into warm flesh, thumbs circling nipples buried in fur, feeling them harden under my touch. My arms, thick and strong, flexed as I explored, veins standing out beneath the hair-dusted skin. Lower still, my cock hung heavy between muscular thighs, stirring as I cupped the weight of my balls, the musky scent of the day rising warmly.

Yet it was my ass that truly captivated me, that massive, rounded mound of muscle and softness that shifted with every movement. I turned sideways, watching it in the mirror, reaching back to grip the cheeks, fingers digging deep into the dense flesh, spreading them slightly to feel the heat within. It jiggled subtly when I walked, filled my pants to bursting, and in those private moments I reveled in its size, its power, its sheer sensuality. This body, once a prison of shame and loss, had become a source of dark, intoxicating pleasure. I was no longer Noah. I was Bruce Clarke, and I slowly grew to love every heavy, sweaty, hairy inch of my new self.

Then, months later and right before graduation, Dan reappeared suddenly, his eyes burning with a wild, desperate hunger. He cornered me after school in the lab, the black hole clutched tightly in his hands.

“I want it,” he said, voice trembling with excitement. “I want Austin’s body. All of it. The looks, the strength, the privileges. You have to help me, Noah. Please!”

I hesitated, memories of my own irreversible mistake flooding back, but the plea in his eyes, the years of torment we had endured from Austin and his crew, wore down my resistance. Against every instinct, I agreed.

That afternoon I lured Austin to the classroom under the pretense of discussing his borderline grades, my deep voice calm and authoritative as I gestured for him to sit. While the jock slouched defiantly, bragging about his athletic scholarship, Dan emerged silently from the supply closet behind him. In one swift motion, he slapped the black hole onto Austin’s broad, muscular back. The star athlete stiffened, a shocked scream escaping his lips before his perfect body went limp, collapsing forward onto the desk.

I watched, heart pounding in my thick chest, as Dan stripped off his shirt and climbed eagerly into the void, his slim frame disappearing inch by inch into Austin’s chiseled form. The sight stirred something dark in me, arousal mixing with guilt. When Dan was fully inside, eyes fluttering open behind Austin’s handsome face, he grinned wickedly and nodded. Without a word, I reached forward and ripped the black hole away, sealing his fate just as mine had been sealed years before.

The void came free with a soft, wet sound before Austin’s body shuddered and fell onto the floor, convulsing violently for a few minutes before returning to normal, although now permanently inhabited by my old friend.

“Holy shit,” the new Austin breathed, flexing powerful arms, running hands over sculpted abs. “It worked. I’m freakin’ Austin now!”

That evening, the new Austin insisted on coming over to the apartment, his voice over the phone laced with that cocky drawl he had already mastered. I could only agree, my deep rumble quiet and resigned, even though I knew exactly what dark intentions burned in his eyes. He arrived just after dusk, filling the doorway with his perfect athletic frame, shirt stretched tight over sculpted pecs, jeans hugging powerful thighs. The contrast hit me immediately: his smooth, golden skin against my hairy bulk as he stepped inside, grinning like he owned the place.

We barely spoke before he pushed me back toward the bedroom, hands greedy on my broad chest, tugging at my shirt buttons until they popped free. Clothes fell away in a heated rush, and soon he had me bent over, my thick palms pressed against the full-length bedroom mirror, my bearded face inches from the glass. Cool air kissed my sweaty skin as he positioned himself behind me, his hard cock sliding teasingly between my heavy cheeks before pressing in slow and deep. The stretch burned deliciously, and I groaned, the sound rumbling from my hairy chest as he buried himself fully in Mr. Clarke’s thick ass.

The mirror in front of us showed everything: Austin’s flawless chiseled body gleaming with sweat, muscles rippling with every thrust, while my massive, hairy form rocked forward, broad shoulders flexing, thick flesh shifting under coarse fur across my back and chest. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, my big ass bouncing loudly with each powerful drive, while the sound echoing off the walls like thunder.

“Look at you, Mr. Clarke,” he growled, voice dripping with triumphant venom as he gripped my wide hips harder, pulling me back onto his cock. “Always acting like you were better than everyone, barking orders in that stupid deep voice. Now you’re just a thick hairy daddy taking my dick like you were born for it.”

I moaned, eyes locked on my own reflection, mesmerized by the flushed bearded face staring back, mouth open in helpless pleasure, sweat dripping from my brow into the scruffy hair.

“That’s right, you massive old lumberjack,” he continued, slowing his thrusts to long, deliberate strokes that made my thick thighs tremble. “Feel this perfect cock stretching your hairy hole. I’ve got the body you could only dream of: tight abs, big arms, perfect skin. And you? You’re just a big, heavy brute with fur everywhere. Look at all that coarse hair on your chest. Bet it traps all your sweat like the thick bear you are.”

He laughed, reaching around to tug roughly at the dense mat on my chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “God, these heavy pecs are huge under all that fur. And this trail running down your thick gut,” he traced it with mocking fingers, “leading straight to that musky crotch like the bearded giant you are.”

My cock throbbed harder at the degradation, leaking steadily onto the floor as I pushed back against him, craving more despite the shame. I moaned loudly, voice shaking as my broad back arched.

“Yeah, moan for me, Clarke,” he taunted, flexing one bicep beside my head so I could see it in the mirror, kissing the hard bicep while slamming deeper. “This is what real power feels like. I’m the star now, the perfect jock, and you’re just the thick hairy professor begging for my cock. Say it. Tell me how much better I am.”

“You… you’re better,” I rasped, voice thick and broken, staring at my own hairy bulk submitting so completely. “You’re perfect… young… strong…”

“Louder, you thick brute,” he demanded, slapping my ass hard, the cheek rippling wildly.

“I- I’m nothing like you,” I groaned louder, the words spilling out as he thrust harder, forcing them from me. “I’m just a big, hairy middle-aged college professor with a fat heavy ass!”

“That’s it, keep going, professor,” he laughed, pounding faster. “Now say how much you love watching your own reflection get fucked like this. Admit you’re just a hairy perverted man who deserves it for looking down on me all those years.”

“I love it,” I confessed breathlessly, the sight of my bearded face twisted in ecstasy pulling more words from me. “I love seeing my big hairy thick reflection being fucked against the mirror. This heavy old body I’m stuck in forever, jiggling and sweating in this small town as the uptight middle-aged professor who can barely fit anywhere.”

He reached climax then, roaring as he flexed both arms, veins popping. Hot pulses filled me, spilling down my thick thighs. “Fuck yeah! I’m Austin McCormack! Star athlete, perfect body, blowing my load deep in the science professor’s hairy ass! Look at these guns!”

The overwhelming sensation pushed me over too. My cock erupted untouched, thick ropes splattering the mirror, streaking down over my reflected chest and fur. I whimpered pathetically, mimicking him in broken surrender. “I-I’m Bruce Clarke… just a middle-aged college professor… with a big hairy body and thick ass… stuck in this small town forever…”

He pulled out slowly, laughing as my hole gaped and leaked, then slapped my ass one last time, watching it bounce against the impact. “Fuck, this ass is unreal. So big and juicy and hairy, like two thick muscular pillows. No wonder you could barely fit through doors. Remember that day you sat down and broke the damn chair? Crack, boom, big bad Mr. Clarke sprawled on the floor like a toppled tree, fat ass in the air, face red as a tomato. Bet the whole school would’ve paid to see that. And now here it is, bouncing beautifully while I fuck it raw.”

I whimpered, the memory burning hot through me, my reflection showing Mr. Clarke’s stern eyes now soft and pleading, filled with lust. Without pause, he spun me around, shoved me onto the bed, and climbed over me, sliding back in with ease. “But we’re not done, old man. I’m fucking you all night. Years of payback in one evening.”

“Dan,” I gasped as he started thrusting again, my voice trembling. I thought we were just role-playing, but now I wasn’t so sure. “It’s still me inside, you know... Noah, your friend.”

He paused for a split second, then laughed coldly, gripping my beard and forcing my head back. “Friend? Nah, I don’t see Noah anymore. I see a thick bearded daddy, the uptight stern professor who always looked down on me. And look at you, loving every second of watching your own hairy thick reflection get railed. There’s no way we’ll ever be friends, you old perverted man. This is my final goodbye to you, one last fuck from a stud like me. You’re Bruce Clarke now, and I’m Austin McCormack, the prom king and aspiring athlete. Enjoy that big hairy body and your boring small-town life.”

And he did fuck me relentlessly through the night: position after position, hour after hour, he took me on my back with my thick legs over his shoulders, on my side with his arm around my broad chest, on all fours again while he pulled my beard and whispered more humiliating truths about my thickness, my hair, my heavy build. Each time he came, he proclaimed his new identity louder, flexing and posing, while I whimpered mine in quiet defeat, spilling over my own hairy torso again and again, our former bond shattered irreparably, cementing us forever in these new identities and lives.

By morning, he was gone. No note, no goodbye, just the lingering ache in my body and the sticky evidence on the sheets.

I learned later he had left town right after graduation, the black hole vanished with him, off to live the perfect life of Austin McCormack: scholarships, trust funds, and endless possibilities. I did not blame him. He had everything he ever wanted, while I remained the middle-aged science professor with the big, hairy body and the quiet unassuming life.

The disappearance of Dan and the black hole sealed my fate irrevocably. There would be no reversal, no climbing into a new body. My old life as Noah was gone forever, with no hopes of ever returning. But as I stood in the shower that morning, hot water cascading over my broad back, running down through the dense hair, down the curve of my big ass and between my thick thighs, a profound peace settled over me. I ran my hands over myself slowly, possessively, feeling every inch of this magnificent form.

Later, dressed in fresh khakis and a snug shirt, I sat at my desk with coffee and papers, the reinforced chair creaking comfortably beneath my weight, my ass spreading wide and familiar.

I was Bruce Clarke now, completely and without reservation. Science professor, hairy giant, and infamous owner of the biggest ass in town. And in the quiet moments, before the mirror or alone in bed, I celebrated this mature body with slow, worshipful touches, reveling in its size, its hair, its unrelenting presence. The black hole had taken everything from my old life, but it had given me this, a deep, sensual love for the man I had ultimately become.

The End?

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transformhim

Cheating on the Finals

Andrew opened one of the back doors of his car and threw in his book bag. He pulled the light blue exercise shorts out of his back pocket and looked down at them. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, exhilarated, horny, but also a tad ashamed. He shook the negative thoughts away, adjusted himself, and tossed the shorts in the back of his car too. He entered the driver door, stuck the keys into the ignition, and cranked the A/C. He basked in the cool blow of the wind, grateful to be done with his spring semester exams. He rid himself of his tank top, rolled down his windows and tore out of the parking lot, making his way back to his and Ethan’s off-campus apartment.

He was almost halfway home when the energy in the car seemed to shift. Suddenly from behind him, he heard a familiar, low, fluid noise, as if a bag of meat were being filled up with water. He took one quick look behind him and saw the blue pair of exercise shorts begin to writhe and swell. In the second he took to look into the back seat, he could see that the thick, lumpy outline of a sizable set of cock and balls were steadily filling out the fabric and the rounded mounds of an ass filling out the back.

He kept his eyes on the road but kept looking back through the rear view mirror to watch what was happening. The meaty sloshing sound continued as he watched fleshy appendages grow out of the legs of the shorts, plus a sizable fleshy lump growing out of the top of the shorts. A head and two arms quickly formed, as well as the feet on the two appendages sticking out of the bottom. The body began to take form and sprout a thick covering of hair all over, including on top of its head and across its chin. The dull sound of bones cracking under meat filled the car as it began to take shape. It’s neck, arms, and other extremities began to lengthen and thicken, more resembling a fully formed person now, as the body continued to swell larger and larger and larger, only this time with incredible size and muscle.

The body swelled, stretched, thickened and inflated, becoming hairier and more swole the larger it got. As it’s handsome face returned, it moaned, groaned, and contorted its face as his body underwent its last developments. In a final stretching yawn, his body swelled back to its standard, massive size as his tattooed football number rose to the surface of his skin. His stench filled the car, powerfully but not nearly as powerfully as the stench of his blue shorts.

Finally again a fully formed human, Ethan scratched his neck and the back of his head, as if he was just awakening from a long slumber.

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to that, man…” Ethan remarked seemingly to himself in his deep baritone.

‘Yeah man, neither will I,’ Andrew thought to himself. He and Ethan had been friends since long before college, but Ethan had only gotten hotter and hotter to him as they grew up. Ethan was now not only his closest friend, but also the captain of their unversity’s team, of which Andrew was also a player—tight end. They were both built like powerhouses and pure athletes, and Andrew had his eyes on Ethan all the time. However, for a multitude of factors—their football team dynamics, their roommate dynamics, and their general friend dynamics, Andrew knew he couldn’t divulge his true feelings to Ethan.

“Yeah, it’s freaky, dude, for sure,” Andrew agreed.

“Anything for an A, bro,” he remarked with a shrug, flexing a bit and rubbing himself all over, grateful to have his body back. “Speaking of freaky, what the hell is that smell?”

Andrew’s stomach dropped, “Oh, uh, I think that’s you, man. Or at least the shorts. They smelled pretty rank when Lyle gave them back after the exam.”

Ethen let out a breathy, disappointed huff, “I give that nerd the ability to use my body for one day—one fucking day—and he uses the opportunity to get his dick wet. Unbelievable,” he attempts to air out his shorts. “Unsurprising, but unbelievable. And doesn’t even bother to wash me after!”

“Yeah, man, but I guess those are the risks you take when you literally make yourself an object for someone to wear,” Andrew was getting hard just saying it. “Plus, walking around in a body like yours is a hell of an opportunity for someone like Lyle.” Thin ice, Andrew.

“Well, why don’t you monitor him to make sure he doesn’t do anything fucked up as me?”

“I tell you every time man, I have to study for the same exams he does! I’m buried in the books all night.”

Ethan bought the lie. He clicked his tongue, “I don’t know why the fuck you defend him. Anyways, was it worth it? Did I pass this semester?”

“See for yourself! Front pocket.”

Ethan leaned over and shuffled through Andrew’s bag, pulling out an exam packet with a large red A circled across the front. “Fuck yeah! More than worth it! I guess I can find it in me to forgive Lyle. Like you said, I can’t blame him…”

Silence lay over them for a few moments. “Anyways, let’s get the boys over! Let’s get fuckin’ hammered, man! Summer’s ahead of us!” Ethan leaned forward and gave Andrew a few bro-y pats on his muscular shoulder.

Andrew let himself relax, seemingly in the clear, “Hell yeah, man! Start sending out the invites,” he fished through the mess in his passenger seat and tossed Ethan’s phone back to him.

Ethan started sending out texts and Andrew started thinking about his secrets. That he had always loved exam season for this very reason. That he was always around when Lyle slipped on Ethan’s clothing. That he’d yank his dick out and beat his meat as he watched Lyle swell and reshape from his puny, skin-and-bones frame to the irresistible Adonis Ethan. That he didn’t spend his night with his face buried in the books but with his face buried in Lyle/Ethan’s ass, and Lyle/Ethan in his. That he would go into the wee hours of the morning swapping fluids with Lyle/Ethan, each of them taking turns fucking and sucking each other. That he adored the one night of the semester that he and Lyle/Ethan would lie asleep together with their nude bodies wrapped around one another. That the pre-exam morning wood sex was to die for. That the most upsetting part of each semester was the afternoon after exams when Lyle would return Ethan’s clothing to him and bid him a ‘see you again in a few months.’ That he was intimately familiar with the taste of his best friend’s cum.

“Anyways, I appreciate you playing my trustful courier each semester,” Ethan interrupted his train of though, absentmindedly scratching his balls. “Really, bro, I do.”

“It’s no problem, man. Any time.” Andrew responded, grinning and sniffing his fingers, which still had the slightest lingering scent of Ethan’s cock on them.

misctf

A Haunting at the Frat Party

"Dude! It's just for one night, c'mon."

"No fucking way."

"It's tradition! You can't…"

"I said no fucking way." John's eyes narrowed.

He had just gotten back from his evening run when a few of his frat bros approached him. Jake, Chad, and Zack all looked annoyed, but John didn't care. This "tradition" was supposed to be sacred - chosen brothers opening themselves up to allow the benevolent ghosts of former frat brothers to inhabit their bodies briefly, adding extra spirit to the rager. It was supposed to be harmless fun.

"Listen guys," John began, trying to keep the frustration from his voice, "you know how I feel about all this supernatural stuff. My faith…"

"Ah, c'mon man!" Jake interjected, clapping John on the shoulder. "It's just a bit of fun. Loosen up!"

"Exactly," Chad chimed in. "Besides, you're one of the newest members. Got to pull your weight, yeah?"

John sighed heavily. He'd known there would be strings attached to joining this frat… This went against everything he believed in. And as John opened his mouth to protest further, he spotted Kev lumbering down the hallway towards them. Kev was the quintessential slob of a frat brother - unkempt hair, beer gut hanging over his waistband, a permanent sheen of sweat on his brow. He was in his final year but seemed to have no direction or ambition beyond the next keg stand.

"Yo, Kev!" Zack called out. "You ready for tonight, bro?"

"Fuck yeah, dude!" Kev slurred, taking another swig from his red solo cup, "Woah bros, like…" He looked closely at everyone, the slow gears in his brain turning, "this uh looks serious." He chucked- deep and dumb.

John watched him with barely concealed disgust. Kev embodied everything he despised - laziness, gluttony, lack of self-control. Just looking at him made John feel unclean, like he needed another shower. He couldn't imagine ending up like that - directionless, gluttonous, throwing away his potential. That could never be him.

"John here doesn't want to participate in the ritual." Zack crossed his arms.

"What?" Kev blinked slowly, processing this new information. Then his face split into a wide, idiotic grin. "Aww, c'mon man! Don't be such a pussy!"

John recoiled slightly, wrinkling his nose in revulsion. "I'm not a pussy, I just…"

He trailed off, unsure how to explain his moral objections to someone like Kev without sounding judgmental. Not that Kev would understand anyway, being the walking embodiment of vice that he was. But John had standards- his faith, his commitment to his girlfriend, his goals…

"Aw, lighten up John!"

"Not like you have a choice." Jake added, "Unless you want out of the frat."

The threat hung heavy in the air. He couldn't risk getting kicked out, not when he'd worked so hard to get in. His jaw clenched as he weighed his options.

"…Fine." The word tasted bitter on his tongue. "I'll do it. But I don't like it."

Jake and Chad high-fived while Zack grinned triumphantly. "That's what we like to hear, bro!"

Kev let out a loud whoop and slapped John on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "Hell yeah! Now that's more like it!"

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The dank basement reeked of mildew and stale beer. Eerie symbols were scrawled haphazardly across the stone walls, glowing faintly in the dim candlelight. John stood nervously with the other chosen bros - Mark, Tyler, and Ethan. An oppressive atmosphere hung thick in the air.

"So like, what exactly happens now?" Mark asked, his voice quavering slightly.

Tyler shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Same shit as every year, right? We just like, let 'em in and then…"

His words trailed off as an icy draft swept through the room, snuffing out several candles. The temperature plummeted, raising goosebumps on John's skin beneath his thin t-shirt.

"This is insane," Ethan muttered, rubbing his arms.

And then they saw them. Shadows twisted and warped in the guttering candlelight. Translucent figures began materializing - grinning specters in outdated fraternity t-shirts and board shorts. The spirits of past bros. They hovered briefly before lunging at the huddled students. Gasps echoed through the basement. John watched in abject horror as the translucent forms of the ghosts enveloped his friends. Their bodies convulsed briefly before going slack. When they opened their eyes again, they glowed with an otherworldly light.

"Holy shit, this feels amazing!" Mark exclaimed, flexing his new muscles appreciatively.

"Damn straight!" Tyler grinned wolfishly, running his hands over his toned stomach. "I forgot how good it feels to have a hot bod again."

Ethan just groaned in bliss, palming himself through his jeans. "Fuck me, I'm already horny as hell. And this kid is definitely packing."

John recoiled as the possessed bros started groping and fondling each other gleefully, laughing and catcalling. This was so much worse than he'd imagined.

"What the fuck…" John stumbled backwards, right into a ghost he hadn't noticed before. A chill went through his whole form.

"Sup, bro!" the ghost guffawed, flashing a dopey grin, "Name's Big Mikey!" John recoiled instinctively, "What's wrong, bro?" John could make out more details of this spirit- the days-old stubble, the strong odor of stale beer and cigarette smoke emanating from him, the hairy beer gut, "You look like you've seen a ghost." He guffawed as his own stupid joke.

"No no no, not this fucker," John thought desperately under his breath. "Anyone but this loser."

Of all the former frat bros, was this really the guy who'd be wearing his skin for the night? John's thoughts raced as he imaged the damage Big Mikey would do. His thoughts were cut short as Big Mikey moved towards him.

"No, wait! Stop!" John cried out, trying to push Big Mikey away.

"Whoa there, lil' bro!" Big Mikey laughed, "Ain't no use fightin' it!" He pressed closer, his ample gut pressing against John's toned abs. "Gonna feel real good, trust me!"

"Like hell it will!" John snarled, but even as he resisted, he could feel an odd tingling sensation starting to spread through his body.

Big Mikey just chuckled darkly, "C'mon Johnny boy, lemme in!"

John screamed as he felt Big Mikey's essence begin to pour into him, filling him up from the inside out. It was like being stretched to his limits, his skin prickling and burning as it struggled to contain the invading spirit.

"Oh god oh fuck, it hurts!" John wailed, doubling over. His muscles seized and spasmed as they were forced to accommodate Big Mikey's bulk.

"Aw c'mon, ya big baby!" Big Mikey's voice boomed from within, "Ya gotta relax, bro!" John could feel the ghost's presence expanding inside him, pushing outward.

"No no no, I can't take it!" John sobbed, tears streaming down his face, "You're too big! You won't fit…"

John gasped as he felt his jeans tightening painfully around his thickening thighs and ass. The seams strained as his legs and torso grew heavier, softer. A layer of flab crept over his once defined abs, blossoming into a proper beer gut.

"Holy shit, that's what I'm talkin' about! We're makin' room!" Big Mikey sang gleefully from inside John's rapidly changing body. "This is fuckin' awesome!"

"No, please, stop!" John whimpered, but his pleas sounded distant even to his own ears. John shuddered as he felt his body ballooning outward, packing on pounds at an alarming rate. His arms swelled first, biceps and triceps ballooning into soft, jiggling mounds of fat-covered muscle. The sleeves of his tight shirt ripped apart as his forearms expanded.

"Fuuuuck…" John groaned as his pecs inflated like balloons, stretching his shirt to its limit before the fabric tore away completely. Tufts of coarse hair sprouted across his broad, sloping chest.

"Hell yeah, work those pecs!" Big Mikey's voice rumbled, sending vibrations through John's body. John could only moan weakly as his nips hardened into fat nubs.

His gut continued to grow, hanging over the waistband of his straining jeans. John couldn't believe what he was seeing... what he was feeling. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't... John's head throbbed as it too began to change shape. His chiseled jawline softened and rounded. A double chin emerged, wobbling with each labored breath.

"Guh… stop…" John slurred, his words garbled as his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth.

Coarse, wiry hair erupted along his jawline and up onto his cheeks, quickly forming a patchy, unkempt beard. The facial hair matched the messy mop growing atop his head, both oily and disheveled.

"I can't… too much…" John whined pathetically, but even as he protested, he could feel his resistance crumbling. Big Mikey was taking the wheel.

And suddenly, John was a mere passenger in his own body, watching in shock as his limbs moved of their own accord. Big Mikey was in control now.

"Alrighty then, let's get this fuckin' party started!" Big Mikey bellowed, his voice now a deep, gravelly baritone. He stumbled into the main room of the frat house, drawing stares from the other bros.

"Holy shit, look at John!" Someone yelled, pointing and laughing. Indeed, the sight of the usually strait-laced John now sporting a beer gut, greasy beard, and a shit-eating grin was quite the spectacle.

Big Mikey made a beeline for the keg, grabbing a large red solo cup.

"Let's fuckin' go!" He chugged deeply, foam spilling down his newly furry chin. He burped loudly, slamming the empty cup down. "Fuck yeah, that's the stuff!" Turning to survey the room, his bleary eyes landed on Kev.

"Yo Kev, that you bro?!" Big Mikey slurred, staggering over and throwing an arm around the sloppy frat bro. "Guess you're no longer the only one who got the Big Mikey treatment, eh?" He guffawed at his own joke.

Kev blinked slowly, then broke into a dopey grin. "Fuck yeah!"

John wanted to be sick.

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The night blurred into a haze of debauchery as Big Mikey ran roughshod over John's senses and morals. Shot after shot was tossed back, each one stoking the fire in Big Mikey's belly. The acrid smoke of countless joints filled John's lungs, his head spinning delightfully.

But it was the blowjob that truly shocked John's fading awareness. Big Mikey dropped to his knees in front of a stunned frat bro, fumbling with his belt. "C'mon bro, let Big Mikey make you feel real good!" he slurred before engulfing the other man's cock in his sloppy mouth.

John wanted to scream, to tear himself free of this violating experience, but he was utterly powerless. And at that moment, the drugs, the alcohol, the sheer mental strain proved too much for both John and Big Mikey. Darkness closed in and as consciousness faded, he heard it- heard Big Mikey's voice echoing in his mind.

"Thanks for the ride, little bro. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!" He could feel Big Mikey leaving him, "Cuz I think you're gonna be carryin' on my legacy from now on, bro! Do me proud!"

And then... there was nothing.

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The next morning dawned grim and grey. The remnants of the wild Halloween bash littered the frat house - crushed cups, empty bottles, questionable stains on the carpets.

Jake rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he padded downstairs, concern etched on his face. "Hey guys, have you seen John? He's been MIA since the party ended and…" he trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

Chad leaned in, lowering his voice, "You think that possession shit did anything permanent? Like, to his brain?" He voiced the question all three had been silently fretting over.

Zack frowned, "Nah, it's always just temporary before, right?" Despite his reassuring tone, uncertainty crept into his eyes.

"I dunno man. Did you see him last night? I've never seen someone's body change from the possession." Chad paused, "Well, except Kev."

Jake and Zack shared a concerned glance. And when they pushed open the door to the common room, the trio stopped short, jaws dropping at the scene before them. Slumped on the couch, reeking of weed and sweat, hair disheveled, beer gut out, was… John?

Well, the man that used to be John, anyway. Gone was the chiseled physique, replaced by a firm gut and fat. A scraggly, unkempt beard covered his round face. But most shocking was the dopey grin splitting his flushed visage as he lifted a half-empty beer bottle to his lips, a smoldering blunt dangling forgotten from his fingers.

"John?"

"Brooooos. This shit's fuckin' legit." John slurred, patting his firm gut and looking up at the trio with glassy eyes, "So? Who else want's to get fuckin' lit?"

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Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 2

Part 1 here

Ethan took a deep breath as he started the shower up. His face was screwed into a perplexed expression as he tried to process what was going on. Even still, he couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of his massive pecs. They were so BIG now...

Ethan shook his head to clear it and then stripped off the rest of Brock's clothes before entering the shower. The warm water was a relief, helping release tension Ethan hadn't even realized was there. He grabbed Brock's Axe body wash and began to lather up as he thought through things.

He couldn't deny he was loving this. Every second in Brock's body had been pure euphoria. But Ethan had no idea why this happened. Well, obviously that strange mirror had SOMETHING to do with it. But Ethan had read enough fiction to realize magic typically has some hidden cost likely to spring up somewhere. He couldn't ask the owner of the storage unit as Old Man Kessler had vanished some time ago. And he doubted the landlord, Mr. Gawne, would take too kindly to him asking about another tenant's storage.

And where was the real Brock? He'd never come back up from when he went down to the storage space. It must have something to do with that mirror, and the fact that Ethan was now Brock. A small part of Ethan thought to himself about how it wouldn't be so bad if the real Brock never turned up.

"Hurry it up, Brock!" came an insistent knock at the door, clearly Tyler's voice.

"Sorry man," Ethan apologetically shouted back (a distinctly non-Brock way to respond).

"Uhhh... ok just wrap up," Tyler responded, clearly off guard.

Ethan finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower. He paused a moment as he lifted his arm to apply deodorant, and took another quick whiff of that heady Brock smell before covering it up with some Old Spice.

He hurried back to Brock's room covered by his towel and closed and locked the door. That encounter had brought Tyler to the forefront of Ethan's mind. Tyler was his best friend, and Ethan didn't want to lose his friendship with him due to becoming his actual brother. Shouldn't that make them closer? Ethan resolved to figure out how to tell Tyler what had happened. He slipped on a simple and comfortable outfit of grey sweatpants and a purple t-shirt. Brock's body filled out anything he wore, even something this casual. Ethan bit his lip, and then pulled out his phone to take a picture of his ass filling out those pants. Right as he did, he realized that he had Brock's phone instead of his own. He paused, then took the picture anyways and texted it to his old number just in case.

He stepped out into the Rourke household, trying his best to blend in. It wasn't too hard due to all the time he'd spent in this apartment over the years, so he wasn't stumbling around to find anything. His stomach grumbled, his huge jock body demanding fuel, so he made his way to the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Rourke were hurriedly putting on shoes and grabbing keys.

"Brock, glad we caught you," said Mrs. Rourke. "The real estate agent called and said there's some signing the seller forgot that we need to be present for. Your father and I are going out there now and we'll probably have to spend the night in Gravesford. You and your brother need to be packed and ready in case the movers come tomorrow before we get back. Would you let Tyler know where we are when you see him?"

"Sure thing, Mom," Ethan said, the phrase foreign to his tongue. His own mother had left before he could even remember. Mrs. Rourke leaned in and gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"So helpful today," she commented, before rushing out the door with her husband.

Ethan turned to the fridge and poured a glass of milk into one of Brock's many shaker bottles, and added a generous helping of protein powder. He started to guzzle it down, when he heard Tyler's door open.

"You've been weird all afternoon," Tyler said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, confronting who he thought was his brother.

Ethan sat down the protein shake and looked Tyler in the eyes, mind scrambling.

"You've been weirdly quiet and mostly left me alone. Plus, since when do you apologize for taking too long in the shower? You got some stupid prank planned?"

"I'm not Brock," Ethan blurted out, then face palmed.

"What does that even mean?" Tyler asked with a blank stare.

"It means what it looks like. I'm not Brock, at least not up here," Ethan pointed at his head. "I'm Ethan."

"Oh that's rich," Tyler chuckled. "Gotta say Brock, this is a new one. Not sure how you thought it would go."

"In 9th grade we got caught by Mrs. Gretchen trying to skinny dip at the hot springs on the school trip to Yellowstone. We swore we'd never tell another soul," Ethan said, cutting right to the chase.

Tyler's eyes bugged out, clearly trying to figure out how his jerk older brother had found that out. He knew there was no way Ethan would have told someone, ESPECIALLY not Brock. The gears in his head turned for a moment longer before he finally accepted it.

"Ethan? What the hell man, how are you Brock?!" Tyler asked.

Ethan gave him the quick version of encountering the mirror in the storage unit and how he'd suddenly found himself in Brock's body.

"This is honestly so awesome," Tyler responded as Ethan finished his story. "Brock's a total insufferable dick and has been for years. But now my best friend is in his place? This is gonna rock."

"Well, I'm glad you're on board. I... I really like being in Brock's body. Dude's a fucking TANK," Ethan said, compulsively flexing his massive arm.

"Yeah but now I actually like the guy driving the tank," Tyler chuckled. "E, since you're in the driver's seat, wanna get some dumb payback?"

"Doing what?" Ethan asked.

"Let's make him wear something dumb he wouldn't be caught dead in.

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The pair of best-friends-turned-brother hopped into Brock's car, shoving aside protein bar wrappers. Tyler complained about the constant sweaty smell in it but Ethan just smiled as he put on Brock's aviators. "Give me a smile, 'Brock'," Tyler said, holding up his phone for a picture. Ethan made a face and flexed his arm as Tyler took the photo.

"Imagine, I'm actually looking forward to spending time with that brute," Tyler said with a fond look at Ethan.

Ethan just laughed as he parked the car at the parking lot of a local strip mall. The pair immediately made their way to the thrift shop to see what finds they could put on Brock's body. Initially, they were pretty disappointed by the selection when Ethan found just the thing. He held up a t-shirt with the word "macho" bedazzled on it with sequins.

"Oh, his fragile masculinity wouldn't let him even think of wearing that," Tyler commented as he rushed Ethan to the changing room. Ethan slipped the shirt on and added Brock's aviators for good measure as he took a selfie before stepping out to show Tyler.

"Honestly, it doesn't look bad on you at all," Tyler said.

"I know! I feel like this body could rock anything I wanted!" Ethan reveled. "I'm definitely buying this, though."

The pair paid and as he pulled out his wallet, Ethan noticed Brock's gym ID- for the gym in this same strip mall. He turned to Tyler and showed it to him. "I gotta get in a workout to put this body through its paces," he pleaded with Tyler.

"Alright, I guess we can swing by his gym before we head home. Brock's never taken me with him before, I hear they have killer massage chairs."

The front desk was run by a young athletic man who gave Ethan a familiar smile. "Hey Brock, didn't realize you were coming in again today."

"Wanted to show my little bro the place before we move," Ethan said, slipping into Brock's speech patterns easily. "Plus wanna have a nice pump."

"Well enjoy your workout, and nice to meet your brother!" the receptionist said, waving them in.

"OK, you do your thing. I'm heading right to the massage room," Tyler said before splitting off. Ethan looked around the gym, not too crowded at this later hour, and couldn't decide where to start. He made his way over to the barbells, where he snapped a quick selfie to commemorate his first workout as Brock.

"Fuck, I never wanna go back," he said.

After getting a nice pump, he slipped his shirt off and stood in front of the wood paneling of the gym's sauna and marveled at the sheen of sweat across his muscles. Already, that Brock smell was drifting up, causing a chub to form in Ethan's pants. "I'm Brock," he said quietly to himself. "I'm Brock!" he repeated with more confidence, flexing both arms in emphasis.

"Yeah you are," Tyler said, having caught Ethan's display. Ethan blushed a bit. "I'm ready to head home, I'm beat."

"Yeah let's get out of here," Ethan agreed, slipping his shirt back on.

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Brock struggled down the basement stairs, swearing under his breath. This body of some old guy was awful to be in. He cursed himself for not realizing that stupid mirror was behind his horrible evening stuck as some frail, unfit old man. He hoped that somehow the mirror would fix all this. He'd left hoping to get away from the creepy thing but now it was his only lead on getting back to himself.

He shuffled through the storage units before reaching Mr. Kessler's. He hurriedly stepped in, expecting to see his old reflection just as it had been the last time he had seen the mirror.

To his shock, the reflection of his dweeb brother's scrawny friend Ethan stared back at him. "What the HELL? Where's MY body?"

Answers were not forthcoming, and he accepted a grim fact- even Ethan's scrawny little body was probably a better option for now than this horrible old body. He reluctantly touched the mirror, the old man reflection returning to it as Brock's body shifted into Ethan's. "I'm gonna find out what the hell he did!" he vowed, rage filling his eyes.

fitwoodpecker

College football built a bear

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brossession-collection

Listen up newbies. First step of possession is figuring out where to enter from. Now, every person has their most vulnerable pore. Some people are big talkers – you enter from the mouth. Others, like this big fella right here, have a natural inclination to show off their assets. You figure out these points in their body, then you go for it. Always have a backup plan, just in case they squeeze you. Am I clear?

“Sir, yes sir!”

Fantastic. Now let me demonstrate. Phase your bodies and… Enter!

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Objectively the best archive for TF content, lost it for a bit but glad to have found it again, so I’m going to share it with all of you.

immortalmrwavell

An Everlasting Obsession - Phenomaman Reborn

This has been a long time coming but I hope the fact that it’s my longest ever story makes up for the wait! Somehow even longer than my Omni-Man story. I absolutely loved Phenomaman back when I first played Dispatch and I’m still obsessed with him now so I just had to do him justice. So for any other Phenomaman fans out there, this one is for you!

If you’re intimidated by the size of this story then don’t worry because I’ve also posted it over on AO3! It’s been split up into 14 easier to digest chapters over there. Check it out here! Otherwise feel free to enjoy the Tumblr version ❤️

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“HAHAH! NOT EVEN YOU CAN STOP ME MECHA-MAN!” Screamed Obseledian, a newly emerged supervillain who was reaping havoc across the city. “I’LL MAKE SURE YOU RETIRE FOR GOOD THIS TIME!” He claimed with a terrible smile as he pinned down the enormous mecha-suit.

Robert gritted his teeth as he sat in his suit's cockpit while system alarms blared around him, warning him of the suit's failing integrity. The left arm was unresponsive and the rocket boosters on its back had been severely damaged alongside half of its weapons. Robert tried frantically to use what he had left to at least get out from underneath Obseledian’s grasp. But nothing worked. He was completely trapped knowing that he was only moments away from being ripped out of the suit. He couldn’t believe how much they’d all underestimated this guy.

Obseledian had been an underground criminal for some time with the power to morph his body into almost any material. Usually hard ones such as concrete, steel and even diamond. In the past he’d only been able to change small parts of his body at a time like his hands, making him a small fry really in the grand scheme of things. However he went missing a few years back and now he’s returned stronger than ever. Able to manipulate his entire body at once and even reshape it into any form he desires. It was a simple but terrifying power.

The Z-Team had tried to handle Obseledian on their own at first. Initially it was Punch-Up, Coupé and Malevola but they were soon joined by the rest of the team when it became clear that they weren’t enough. The only one missing was Phenomaman. They’d tried contacting him but he’d flown off France after his lunch break, claiming he was on a “Puppy Mission”… whatever the hell that meant. He must’ve taken out his comms device because he wasn’t responding. So instead some of the other professional heroes had come to assist but none had been able to take Obseledian down. So they resorted to Robert.

Robert AKA Mecha-Man had been working mostly behind a desk as SDN for the past year. He worked as dispatcher for the Z-Team, a group of former villains now on the path to being at least somewhat rehabilitated. He gave them orders and directions and if he was lucky they sometimes listened to him. He’d been working with them ever since his failed attempt at getting revenge on Shroud, the villain who killed his father. He’d gone in alone and it ended with his Mecha-Man suit being destroyed and the astral pulse, a one of a kind power source that was made for the suit, being lost. Since then Shroud had been apprehended, the Mecha-Man suit was rebuilt and the astral pulse had been recovered. Robert could’ve gone back to hero business as usual but for better or worse he’d grown to like the Z-Team. They were a handful, some would even say fuck-ups, but in their own weird ways they’d been more like family to him than anyone else.

And now they all laid bruised and defeated. Half of them were unconscious while the other half could barely move. Not even Sonar’s monstrous transformation had been enough. Flambae only had just enough energy to push himself back up onto his feet before trying to blast Obseledian off Robert with a concentrated beam of fire. However the villain was able to morph one of his hands into a shield made of stainless steel just in time to block the attack. It was hopeless. Flamebae fell back to the ground in exhaustion, leaving Robert at Obseledian’s mercy.

~~ SUIT INTEGRITY 14%… FAILING RAPIDLY ~~

The words lit up on the screens around Robert but there wasn’t anything he could do. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to eject from the suit without being caught. All of his defensive measures had been exhausted. All he could was pray that his request for more backup would be answered in the next 30 seconds otherwise… self destruct was the only option.

Robert’s eyes darted over to the small red button. It was a drastic measure but if he didn't stop this psycho now then who knows how many others could be killed. So he took a deep breath, swallowed his fear and flipped open the little cap that covered the button. His finger hovered over it, seconds away from pressing down. And then…

WHAM!

The thunderous clap of an indestructible fist slamming into Obseledian’s body caused a mile wide shockwave. Nearby windows shattered from the force alone as the villain was sent flying through a nearby building, freeing Mecha-Man. It took Robert a moment to catch his bearings before looking up at the screen to see what’d happened. The moment he saw that iconic red cape billowing above his mangled suit, he sighed with relief.

Phenomaman was here. He must’ve finally put his communicator back in.

The alien glanced down at Mecha-Man with a concerned grimace, hands placed firmly on his hips. His thick biceps flexing unintentionally as he did so.

“Rob-…Mecha Man. A-are you alright?” Phenomaman asked, having caught himself before accidentally saying Mecha Man’s identity out loud. “I was told you were in need of urgent assistance.” He looked around at all the battered and bleeding heroes around them. “It would appear that is true.”

“I’m fine Phenomaman. Just go take care of that guy before he gets away.” Robert said as he tried to get the Mecha Man suit to stand.

Phenomaman smiled and saluted. “You can leave it to me.” Then with a boom, he blasted off in the direction he’d sent Obseledian.

mergeatrois

Obsession

I’ve developed a crush on my roommate Aly. I’ve had these feelings for a while now and I just feel hopeless. I’ve tried making a few moves here and there but I don’t think I’m getting through to her. I’d typically lust after the frat boys that attend our school but it’s so different with her. We share so many interests, humor, media and all that, and I’ve never seen a girl as hot as her before. She’s so comfortable with me around that she doesn’t even mind walking around our place in her tight nighttime clothes, it’s so hard to sit still when I see her like that.

I don’t see her running around with guys all that often but when she does I get so jealous. Watching her lock lips with some jock or hearing her getting plowed by some meat-headed frat boy would bounce me off the walls. I’d give anything to be the one on top of her. I only bring this up because she’s been seeing this guy recently. A hunk, of course. She really had a type I guess. I’ve only seen him a few times. He’s big alright. A big, burly 230 pound slab of pure strength. His messy black hair and dark stubbled chin made him look insanely dashing despite his profession and god, his body. His pecs were nice and plump, I just wanted to grab a handful of them and his arms were so fucking huge. His biceps are big and beefy. They looked so big that I think I could hang off them if he flexed hard enough. Aly definitely had a type, but this guy in particular was stunning.

They’ve only had a few dates and me and Aly would talk after each one. I’d try and probe their relationship as much as possible, especially all the sexy details. Fortunately for me, she hasn’t gone all the way with him yet, but the two had really good chemistry together. It was inevitable that they’d fuck, and I’d have to be the one hearing her moans from a distance. I was bummed out. I’d panic whenever she went out to spend time with him. The idea of him smashing her curvy, petite body underneath those muscles drove me mad. I felt cornered, doomed. I couldn’t bear her being with anyone else but me. I’d have to use my powers or else I might just go crazy.

I faked being sick and asked Aly if she could go out and run a few errands for me. She’s so caring so she happy obliged and told me to get some rest while she went out to make a care package for me. A few minutes after she left I jumped up and decided to give her little “boy toy” Max a visit. I walked over to his frat house, a million thoughts ran through my head. “How am I gonna get him alone? What if his body is resistant to my powers? What if I can’t fill his role?” I almost thought about backing out but when my gut started telling me to stop, I found myself already knocking on the front door of his frat house. I almost ditched out, but a jock in a tight t-shirt answered the door. Not Max, but definitely one of his friends. Birds of a feather I guess. “Oh hey Liz, whatcha need?” he said with a smirk, I could see his eyes creeping up and down my body but I did my best to ignore his perverted gaze. “Uh..yeah is Max around?” I say awkwardly, trying to look around the doorway instead of focusing on him. His face seemed to droop in disappointment. He said before saying “Uh, yeah. Max is upstairs. He’s working out pretty hard, he has a match next weekend so he’s training extra hard today. Try not to bother him too much.” He steps aside and invites me in and I cautiously walk into the house. The floor is littered with gym equipment, beer cans, and burned down joints. Typical I guess. I begin walking up the stairs and I can hear a loud grunting coming from one of the rooms.

I walk closer and the grunts progressively get louder and louder, morphing into mighty roars of exhaustion echoed by the clanking of heavy metal. The door is cracked and I stop myself from barging in. I peek into the room slowly and there he was. Max is dressed in a small grey tank top and black gym shorts. His tank was covered in large dark spots of musky sweat and his gigantic arms and pits were bursting from the large arm holes on both of his sides. He was lying down on the bench, doing intense reps with a big iron bar that was covered in giant metal weights. Holy shit, It looked like he could’ve benched two of me. He roared in between reps as he benched the overwhelmingly heavy bar over and over. He was so hyped from the weight that I could even make out his dick bulging hard against his black shorts. Fuck, there’s no more wonder now. Of course Aly was into this guy, he was a total beast. His handsome, masculine face looked red and fatigued and he pumped the bar desperately to finish his last grueling set. I couldn’t sit still again. I began twisting in place as I watched his muscles bulge and thrust out as he bench pressed over and over again. He was really pushing himself hard. With one final shout, he lifted the massive bar high into the air before setting it down on its rest. For a minute he laid there, breathing deeply, trying his hardest to catch his breath. His chest swelled up and pushed the carbon out of his big athletic lungs. God he’s so hot, that tank wasn’t helping either. The way it clung to his chest and squeezed the muscle like skinny, groping fingers made my knees weak. He lied there for a minute. Then another. And another. His arms swung lazily on the sides of the bench and I became a bit worried. I flung open the door and asked “Hey max, you alright?”

No response. He laid there almost motionless but I could still see his chest sucking in and pushing out as he slept on the bench. He was out cold from the workout. His eyes were closed shut and his breaths became less desperate and more rhythmic as time went on. I shook him a bit, trying my best to wake him up, even lightly yelling his name. Nothing worked. This was actually perfect.

Here he was, the 6’2 giant of a man was mine to control, sprawled out and presented to me like a gift from god. I close the door behind me and lock it and begin stripping naked. It felt so strange to be in a strange place nude but I had to get over my insecurity. It almost felt scummy to do this with my crush’s date but it had to be done. I walk up to the bench and pull his shorts off completely. After they’re off, a huge bulging mound is revealed on his crotch. A nice compacted mound, filled with his thick cock. I almost felt the urge to try something but I had to focus on the task at hand. I turned my back to him and laid down on top of his massive, muscle brimmed figure. Admittedly I took so much pleasure from lying on top of his sexy body but I kept my focus. I balanced myself on his muscle covered body and pulling up his briefs. I slip my legs inside, making sure to leave enough space for me to fit in somewhat comfortably. So far so good, until I feel his cock pressed firmly against the back of my thighs as I slide inside. It felt almost wrong and I squirmed a bit in reaction. This was Aly’s date, what a shitty friend touches their friend’s date like this? It’s all for the greater good Liz, just calm down. I take a deep breath and sink lower into the breaths, letting out soft quiet moans as his hard cock slides against my body. His cock is pressing firmly against my ass but I ignore my lustful urges and peel back his tank.

While pulling back his tank I unveiled his shredded abs, They were compact and hard, harder than his dick even. They felt like chiseled stone as my fingers ran across them. God, what a body. I can’t wait til Aly sees me in this. I free enough space in his tank to tuck myself inside and then I feel a wave of vibrations pulsing between our two naked bodies. I begin sinking into him slowly while staying on top of him. I close my eyes shut tightly and push my ass into his crotch fast. It felt so good as his rock hard cock shoved inside of me. It felt like I was cheating on my friend, my crush, but I knew it would all be justified soon enough. I sink deep down into his wide, powerful hips until I can feel his cock twitching as it poked out hard from his body. I could feel his large trunk-like legs as if they were mine. No, they are mine. His cock too. It felt so strange but god, it really did feel good. All the hours of porn I’ve watched couldn’t prepare me for this. My new dick was thick and girthy, I could just tell by the the feeling of it shooting out of my giant waist. It was a nice length and the shaft was covered in pinkish veins. It was nice and girthy too. I never would have thought that having a cock would feel this good. The thoughts running through my mind of pounding Aly’s tight little body made my throbbing pole ache and quiver. “Mmmm Aly, I can’t wait for you to see me like this!” I exclaimed.

A realization came to me and I turn my head up towards Max’s face. I didn’t notice his moans as I merged with his body, no doubt he was feeling the merging pleasures too. His workout was still mega intense, he was still knocked out and winded. Thank god, I could continue without stress. I press my back into his torso. I sunk down into his muscled frame. His cut, rock hard abs pushed against my back. Feeling their tight mass sink into my body felt amazing. That chest of his absorbed me so easily. The merge was almost complete and his brawny chest had nearly swallowed my cute, slender frame. When I get low enough inside of his body, I lean back my head and push into his rough, masculine face. I close my eyes and let the big unconscious hunk absorb the my head and the rest of my torso.

My eyes are still closed but my chest tightens fiercely. It’s so hard to breath. I gasp for air and my chest feels way different than before. My chest feels musclebound and burly. I finally open my eyes and look down my bulging, hair chest. “Holy shit…” I whisper while taking in the view. I gasp in shock and covered my mouth with my new big meaty hands. My voice. It’s so deep now. It scared the shit out of me but in a way, I really liked the way I sounded. I bring down my gigantic mitts for hands so I can get another view at that big, husky chest. Small black hairs run down the length of my barrel-chested frame. I traced the rows of hair down my chest until they disappeared beneath my damp, smelly tank. “Fuck, I feel kind of gross.” I say before grabbing the neck hole of the tank with my right hand and lifting it up. The view was amazing. The dark hairs glistened with sweat as the light shined on them. I traced the glimmering stubble down between my sexy, bunching pecs. I was so excited that my pecs were squeezing together nice and tight, their muscle bunched together so roughly. “So….hot.” I let out a wide cocky smile as I stare at my own amazing figure. I never knew being a stud could feel so good.

I barely noticed before but my athletic musk escaped the tank top as I peeled it off my swollen torso. The smell no longer bothered me, it actually really turned me on, I could feel my monster of a cock struggle to break out of the tight briefs. I take a look at my big muscle covered arms. My guns were thick and powerful. I stared deeply into their overwhelming mass before instinct kicked in. I flexed them nice and hard, letting my veiny muscles become even more defined and prominent. My biceps bulged out and the taut skin that covered them turned a light shade of red as I pushed harder to flex them even more. My hairy armpits became deeper and deeper as I flexed. They were so nice to look at. I never even noticed how hot pits could be on a guy. The way my muscles surrounded my hair covered made them look nice and deep. Their masculine physique made my cock uncontrollable. “I should really get going before someone sees me. I should really….” My thoughts stop dead in their tracks. I can’t rip my gaze away from my muscular cannons. I became curious and grabbed the middle of the bar hovering over my chiseled face. I grab it hesitantly, feeling unsure of my ability, but the urge to lift was coursing through me. My herculean chest because heavy with anticipation and I finally lift the bar from the rack and start pumping the bar up and down.

Holy fuck, I’m doing it! I can’t mutter the words, the heavy bar is taking all my concentration. Max really fucking stacked this thing before training. The first person view of my iron pumping athletic body was to die for. My biceps bulged and poked out of my arms as I thrusted the heavy bar into the air with loud monstrous grunts. The bar was heavy, almost too heavy, but my reps became steady and rhythmic as I benched over and over. I got so used to the workout that I let out quiet “fuck yeahs” as I heaved the bar up and down. A surge of stress and power coursed through my new strapping bod. It made my skin tingle, and the muscle in my chest began to ripple as I pumped the heavy iron. It made my dick the hardest I’ve ever seen. I put the bar back on its rest before I completely exhaust myself like Max had done when I found him. I breath deeply, and slowly run my giant hands around my brawny chest, rubbing the beads of sweat into my soaked, coated pecs. I lift my tank again to look at their nice, oiled texture. Fuck yes! I look down, past my rippling chest and tight abs to take a gander at my bulge. It was nice and big, filled with my throbbing girthy member.

I slowly reach my hands down to touch the monster, but before I get the chance to finally stroke my new play toy, I hear a knock on the door. Fuck, just when I was getting to the good part. “Y-yeah just a sec!” I bellow nervously as I pull up my shorts, trying my best to hide my giant erection. I pull the front of my shirt over my crotch to try and hide it and I answer the door. Aly steps back with a shocked expression on her face. “O-oh.” She mutters as she looks up and down my shredded, sweat covered body. “Did you forget about our walk?” Shit, I knew I was missing something. I forgot that I told her that I’d be ready around this time for our date. “Damn, sorry about that. Here, I probably stink huh? I’ll take a shower real quick.” My words seem kind of stumbled but my deep voice saves the conversation from becoming awkward. I begin retreating back into the room, almost closing the door until I hear her say “Or, you could just change out of your workout clothes and come now.” The way she phrased it almost seemed as if she was asking me. I could see her legs shifting, she almost seemed shy about her statement. It was cute. I flash her a grin before saying “Alright, give me a bit, I’ll be out.”

I change into my casual attire. One of my school wrestling shirts with the school’s mascot on the front and a different change of shorts. We meet outside and start our date. We walk around campus continuing conversation from previous nights, joking around and making connecting through nonsensical banter. I’ve never seen this side of Aly, almost like a partner. God I’ve wanted this for so long, and having a body like this was definitely a plus. We continue our walk around, eventually leading to a local park. For a moment we become silent. I feel like something was wrong so I stop staring at my surrounds and return my attention towards Aly. I catch her staring at my enormous bouncing pecs as we walk forward. She was totally checking me out. It even seemed like she walked closer to get a better view at my muscled arms and bursting chest. Catching her off guard like that felt good in a way. Luckily for me, she didn’t notice me looking at her, so I go back and stare forward. I catch her by surprise again, and wrap my large muscled around around her cute, slender body, and pull her against me. “Having a good time babe?” I ask her as I pull her in tightly against my powerful chest. Her face turns red in reaction. So adorable, a girl as great as Aly getting hot and bothered by my amazing body. I can’t help but grin. She looks up towards my dashing face and nods before smiling back towards me.

During our walk we stopped for food, caught up with a few of Aly’s and Max’s, I mean, my friends, and went out to see a movie. The whole time, I felt a bit embarrassed about my post workout funk. Time and time again I found myself lifting my deep hairy pits to try and gauge the smell of my body. Everytime I checked it was no good, and I began to sweat more and more as our date went on. I shook it off, trying to convince myself that she probably didn’t even notice it all that much. After the movie, it was pretty late and it had gotten pretty dark out. The outside was pretty clear, hardly another person in sight. It made me a bit uneasy so I made sure to press Aly against my powerful body once again in case I needed to protect her. She seemed tired, and clung to my body tightly. Her eyes seemed closed, and I caught her taking in my strong athletic scent. No wonder she told me not to shower. “You doing alright babe?” I ask her as she lies her head on my bulky left pec. “I’m fine.” She answers. Her voice seemed drained and as cute as ever. “Do you mind walking me all the way home this time, daddy?” My heart almost dropped after hearing her say that. Daddy? I didn’t know what to think about the pet name, but my cock sure did. I could feel my shaft growing thicker as the word resonated throughout my muscled being. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. The word replayed in my head in her soft, soothing voice. I really, really liked it when she called me that. That same cock grin spreads across my scruff, masculine face before I say “Sure babe, anything you want.”

After a few more minutes of walking, we find ourselves finally standing in front of her dorm. She lifts her head off my beefy chest and before I can let out my ‘goodbye’, she stares deeply into my eyes. Her eyes shine brightly and I look back into hers. I never noticed how pretty they were. I lean down and kiss her deeply. We lock lips, and I can feel my dark, scratchy stubble tickle her face, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She wraps her slender arounds around the top of my large, rounded shoulders and pulls me forward. I follow her lead, eventually pinning her to her front door. We kiss more and more before we both pull back to catch our breath. That was my first time kissing a woman. Before the merge, I was bisexual, but I never had the opportunity to experiment with another girl. Locking lips with Aly was hotter than anything I could ever imagined. My heart began to race and I let my urges take over. “I want you so bad.” I whisper close to her face. My gruff voice sounds deeper than ever, and I can see her biting her lower lip. Seeing her pose so cutely like that drove me crazy. And what she said next drove me even crazier. “You’ll have to wrestle me into submission then, daddy.”

The chains were off, I kiss her wildly, I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted. She kissed back almost as urgently, like it was the last of her life. She fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door and let us inside. She pulls away and closes the door behind us before playfully pulling me towards the bedroom, guiding me by grabbing my giant hands, now slightly sweaty hands. We kissed periodically before finally reaching the foot of her bed. She begins to resist my pull, playfully teasing me, testing my raging lobido. We laugh together and I grab her by her waist and I fill my giant palms up with her amazing ass. I grope her butt a bit longer, savoring it’s soft, squishy feel. God, no wonder guys loved butts so much, this feels amazing. I slid my body against hers and I gently push her onto the bed and she falls with a slight giggle. She bites her finger, and looks straight at my face, wearing the hottest pair of “fuck me eyes” that I’ve ever seen on a person. “Mmmm is daddy all nice and hard for me?” she says biting the tip of her finger. Her pose gave off a sexy, cutesy aura that I found irresistible, the question almost didn’t even resonate with me at first. I would’ve completely forgotten about my dick if it weren’t so rock hard at this point. Even the daddy talk had me lost for a second.

I do my best to shrug off my confusion before snapping back to my hunky personality. I give her a nice toothy grin before pulling down the front of my shorts, revealing my throbbing bulge to her. “Of course I’m hard for you babe. You’re so fucking sexy.” I pull off my shirt, showing off my glimmering, statuesque chest. I remembered how much she loved my huge muscles, I bounced my pecs effortlessly to add a little flair, she really, really liked that. I was glowing with confidence, and this body was certainly backing me up. “Mmm Max” she moaned as she ran her hands down her curvy body. “I want your fat cock.” She pulled off her pants, showing me the cute underwear she was wearing underneath. She pulled them off slowly, she crossed her legs to cover her naked crotch. She smiled smugly, knowing that I was lusting for the goods that she was hiding between her curvy thighs. Once her underwear slide completely off her legs, Aly spread them wide, revealing her pussy towards me. I’ve been thinking of this for so long, seeing her like this in person seemed almost unreal. Her lips were pursed together and seemed moist to the touch, god she looked so fucking tight. Seeing her legs spread open just for me was such a sight to behold. I’m so glad that I have a cock right now, the scene wouldn’t have looked nearly as amazing if I was still in my old body. My eyes widen, and I pull down my briefs quickly and show her my heavy erection. I gripped my cock firmly in my meaty hands, stroking my thickening shaft as I stared into her eyes, giving the same “fuck me” expression that she gave me earlier. I grab each of her thighs and lift her legs in the air. A soft “Ooooh” resounds from her lips as I raise her legs. I pin her against the bed, being firm, while still remaining gentle with her. I press my chiseled body against her, pushing my burly, naked chest against hers while I slowly move the tip of my cock between her soft, wet lips. She bites her lower lip again, moaning softly as I teased her sensitive lips. “Does that feel nice babe?” I ask confidently, but on the inside, I’m still unsure about what I’m doing right and wrong. “Oh yes daddy! Your cock feels so good against me!” she exclaims before wrapping her hands around the size of my biceps. “Your arms too.”

I look towards my arms and begin flexing them, letting my biceps bulge against her sexy, petite body. She began to shudder underneath my slabs of raw muscle, I loved watching her shake in excitement. I flexed my arms against her, and puffed out my burly chest, pushing my bulking pecs against her body, while still edging my cock inside of her vagina slowly. She began moaning over and over, she couldn’t get enough of my athletic physique, but I’m just getting started. I push my hips into her and finally, my cockhead bobs into her pussy. Damn she was nice and tight. The hug of her pussy squeezed my tip incredibly well, the pleasure was indescribable. My breaths became unsteady and I push on. I slowly, gently, sink my cock deeper into her tight, wet, little hole, feeling her squeeze my massive, thickening shaft. My the time I was completely inside her, I was at full mast. I could even feel her walls tighten and rub against the veins that riddled my thick shaft. I moan deeply and exclaim “Fuck babe. You’re so fucking tight. Just for daddy.” I stir my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of her body, building up a rhythm as I hump her tight, naked body. “Mmm yes Max” she moans as she wraps her arms around my rippling, muscled back. “Just for daddy.”

I press more against her body, her petite frame begins to shake violently as I begin pounding her tight hole faster and faster. I grunted heavily as I fill up her amazing pussy. It’s hug felt perfect for a girthy cock like mine. Her moans fill the air. They’re so soft and cute, they only fuel me to pump her harder. “Fuck yeah babe. You love this don’t you? Being pumped by such a thickset stud. You’ve probably dreamed of this since the day you saw me huh?” I say firmly while pumping her full of my thick, aching shaft. She shakes as she slides up and down my shaft. She’s progressively pumping on it faster and faster. It’s become nice and slick from her juices as I pound the fuck out of her. “Y-yes daddy! I love you cock so much!” she screams as I ram her against the bed, still pinning her down with my overpowering muscles. I pull my chest up a bit and wrap my arms around her body with ease, and begin pulling her up towards me while still thrusting my cock into her over and over. I once again press her chest against mine, and begin licking and kissing up the length of her neck soft. I touch her delicately with my monstrous hands while fucking her nice and rough with my veiny, muscular rod.

I begin thrusting into her tight pussy faster and faster, slowly edging on her walls hugging my cock. I lean forward and whisper into Aly’s ear, “You’re mine now. No one’s taking you away from me.” She moaned loudly, progressively getting louder and louder as I used all of my athletic strength to pound and stretch her hole. Deep and deep I push into her vagina, stretching its walls while savoring the warm, massaging squeeze of her hole. “Deeper daddy! Deeper! I want to feel you bust inside of me!” she screamed desperately. My eyes shoot open. I’m almost ripped away from our coiling form as her pleas ring throughout my body. My first time blowing my load as a guy, and I get to let it all go inside of Aly’s tight hole. I’m overjoyed and eager to milk my load inside of her. Then, I suddenly notice. She’s cumming all over the length of my massive shaft. I can feel her hole coating my vibrating cock even more heavily now. Her body twitches and convulses wildly and I pump relentlessly. Her mounds become muted, and suddenly, a sharp moan resonates throughout my hunky figure. Her pleasure was so apparent and overwhelming that it gave me goosebumps even while I continued to pump her tight hole.

Her pussy starts to contract and clench down my shaft, milking my cock even harder. I use all my stamina and start pumping her deeper with every stroke. I’m ramming her so hard that the bed is bouncing up and down violently. I bunch my biceps and meat covered forearms around her body and I press my swollen chest and pecs against her breasts. I tighten my abs and press them against her stomach as I reach as deep as I can on my final stroke. I kiss her passionately, silencing both of our moans as my cock spews ropes of hot cum deep inside of her. I can feel my seed seeping out of my cock head and coating her walls all over. I stop kissing her to let out a loud moan that resonates throughout the entire bedroom. Once we both catch our breath, I pull out and watch a stream of my seed flow out between her lips. It was so hot and satisfying, like a mark, proving that she was mine, and mine alone. Afterwards, we lie down next to each other, exhausted from our hot session. She turns over, facing her back towards me, and I use my big strong arms to pull her closer again my chest. I kiss her on the cheek and say “Good night babe” before drifting off in the best night’s sleep that I’ve ever had in my life.

Let me know if you like, I have a lot more of these since they’re personal stories. Not sure if too many are interested in F2M or M2M Merge. I have stories that are both gay and straight in terms of end relationships too.

mergeatrois

Idealism

Shaun was at a loss. He sulked in one of the locker room bathroom stalls, hiding from the sporty students and from the gym coach. “Man, I wish I was big.” He wished to himself as he sat on the toilet seating waiting for class to be over. He always wanted to be one of popular jocky kids but sports aren't really his thing. He was a skinny kid, the type that got picked on in school, day in and day out. “Jeez I hate middle school” he thought. “I wish I could just skip all of this and be a grown up.” He wanted to be like his dad, a hard working, muscle man that no one made fun of. His dad had told him that he should start working out or playing sports but Shaun was way too set in his ways. He’d rather spend his free time playing video games than lifting just about anything really. He sighed, feeling hopeless while his father’s words rang in his ears. After one more heavy, pouty sigh, he got off the toilet and left the gym as the bell rang loudly. He decided he would buy some workout equipment after school. “I need some sort of muscle. I can’t stay a wimp forever right?”

After he came home, he dug through his desk to find the money he had stashed during the summer. He helped his uncle do a few jobs and he made a few hundred dollars. Hopefully it was enough to buy some used equipment or something to get him started. He clenched the money tightly in his boney, balled up fist and walked down to the antique store nearby.

Shaun walked into the store slowly. “Man, I haven’t been here in forever” he whispered under his breath. He looked around the old shelves and looked closely at the old knick knacks and toys that sat on them. He remembered coming to this store about 5 years ago to buy his first action figure. “That action figure was so cool. I hope I find something” he said to himself while looking at his lanky wrists. He looked up and saw some weird dude staring at him from behind the old counter. Shaun tensed up a bit. He always got anxious when people stared at him for too long. He could’ve sworn that the store was owned by some old guy. Or maybe the old guy just worked behind the counter? He didn’t know, and after a few more seconds, he couldn’t even care. He just had to find something to help make him big and strong. He shuffled awkwardly towards one of the dusty looking aisles and started his search. He searched around the shop, no luck. He got more and more pissed as he looked around the old store. No gym equipment. “This is so...so stupid!” he muttered to himself before kicking the shelf in front of him in frustration. He almost went in for a second kick but as he began winding up his foot, a strong hand grabbed him small, slouched shoulder. He straightened up and put his foot to the ground. The man from behind the counter gripped Shaun’s shoulder gently with his right hand. The man looked down at Shaun, not with anger, but with a strange grin on his face. This scared Shaun more than any angry frown. “Fuck!” he thought, “If I broke anything I’m so fucked!” Shaun turned his gaze back towards the shelf he had kicked, making sure that nothing had fallen too far out of place but the man interrupted his search.

“Looking for something?” He said curiously, still keeping that same mischievous grin.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Shaun whispered to himself in his head. “What should I say?!”

Shaun brushed the hand off his shoulder and slowly thought of an answer. “I-I’m just trying to find...workout equipment I guess. Something to make me bigger.” He stammered as he spoke, his words a jumbled mess, almost sounding like he was asking a question.

“Hmmm?” the man said. “Bigger you say?” He said with intrigue filling his voice. The man looked up and down Shaun’s slender body before grabbing his forearm lightly. Shaun began to panic. “No way am I strong enough to stop this guy from hurting me!” he thought. “Oh shit what am I gonna do!”

“He-hey what’re you-” Shaun croaked out before having his wrist twist slightly as the man inspected his skinny arm. It didn’t hurt but it was enough to make Shaun wince and stop mid sentence. The man leaned into closer to get a good final look at Shaun’s skinny, hairless forearm before a smirk reemerged on his face. The look mad Shaun angry and flustered all at the same time. “What the hell is this dude’s problem?”

The man let go of Shaun’s arm and turned around before glancing back at the confused kid shaking behind him.

“Follow me, I have what you need.” He walked towards the desk, not even turning towards Shaun, but he followed anyways. He followed slowly, still frightened from the man grabbing at him so suddenly. The man went behind the counter and searched through it for a few seconds before flopping a plastic on top of the old, dusty desk. Shaun flinched and covered his eyes to block the wave of dust before looking at the plastic sack. Inside were 3 pairs of briefs, one blue, one white, and one black.

Shaun looked confused again, shaking his head back and forth as he looked the man dead in the eye. “Are you...messin with me?” he asked softly. His tone was anxious, but on the inside, Shaun was growing more angry by the second. He got bullied enough at school, he didn’t need some asshole picking on him outside of it.

The man closed his eyes and shook his head no honestly. “Nope. These undies are special kid. I promise, they’re change your life.” Shaun grabbed the bag and stared at them, still confused but the man went on.

“These undies are magic” he said. “If you use em right, you can have whatever body you want.” He said with a smirk. That really didn’t help. Shaun was still confused. Magic underwear? That sounded like something straight from a cartoon. Even though doubt filled Shaun’s mind, his eyes still widened as he studied the underwear.

The man chuckled as he looked at Shaun. “Wow, you look the same way you did when I handed you that toy a few years ago.” Shaun nearly dropped the package in response.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Shaun asked quietly in disbelief.

“I was the old fart that gave you the toy kid.” He said. “Those underwear gave me a whole new look.” He gestured towards himself, cluing Shaun in to check him out. Shaun looked up and down the man’s body. He looked young. His hair was black and spiky, his black t-shirt looked tight on his toned body, and his jeans looked way too tight of a guy to be wearing. Shaun hardly took any of this into account. He thought he looked like one of those gay douchebags that he saw on MTV that spent all their free time at the beach. Even though he didn’t the guy’s style, Shaun certainly did like how strong he looked. The man wasn’t as big as the guys that Shaun admired but he was definitely a healthy looking dude.

“I look good right?” The man said while still staring at his own body. “Yeah, that old body couldn’t really keep up with my uhh, needs. I got these undies off some old auction and now I’ve got the body of my dreams. I’m tellin you kid, these briefs are magical.” The evidence may have not seemed good enough to others but to Shaun it all made sense. He wanted to grow up so badly, and this could be the only way to get him out of this body for good.

“What do you want for em! I-I’ll give anything!” Shaun cried to the man behind the counter. The man paused and thought hard about the price before his eyes darted towards Shaun’s pocket. “What do you have?” He asked.

Shaun paused and looked up at the man desperately before taking the money out of his pocket. 300 bucks is all he had with him.

“You remind me a lot of myself kid. I’d love to help you but miracles don’t come cheap. Tell you what, give me all the cash you have with you and I’ll give you the briefs and tell you how to use them. Sound like a deal?”

Shaun paused again. 300 bucks for some underwear? That’s 100 dollars a pair! This was all the money he’d have for the next 4 months. If he spent it all now, he couldn’t pay for all the games he had preordered. Shaun weighed the price in his head but the man spoke again. “Cmon kid, if you use these bad boys, you won’t have any need for the cash anyways, just cough it up.” Shaun sighed in defeat and handed over the 300. The man took the wad of cash and smiled gleefully while counting the bills. “Alright you have the money man, just tell me how they work, please!” He begged.

The man groaned exhaustingly before putting the cash down and sliding the plastic back towards Shaun. “Alright kid, alright. Listen closely because I’m only sayin’ this shit once. Got that?” Shaun gulped down hard and nodded.

“Ok, listen up. The briefs only work if you and the guy you want to merge with are wearing them at the same time. The blue pair is for a temporary switch, just something to have a bit of fun with yknow? The white pair is for a permanent switch. Only use these when you know you got someone you want. Don’t be a little shit and steal people’s bodies for good all willy nilly you hear? The black pair is yours to wear. With those you can slip in while the others are wearing the separate pairs. If you wear the black pair, you’ll be invisible to whoevers wearing the other pairs, but there’s one catch. The guy you want to merge with needs to be turned on, you catch my drift? A little “nudge” in the right direction should do the trick.”

“N-nudge?” Shaun asked curiously.

“Jeez kid, you’re hopeless. Yeah, just stroke them a bit downstairs to get things started. Shouldn’t be that hard if they can’t see you.” He went back to counting his money while Shaun stared down at the floor hopelessly. “I have to jack them off?” he thought. “Jeez, talk about a catch.” Shaun, unlike the majority of his classmates, had never masturbated in his life. He’s watched porn only once or twice. He was almost completely clueless when it came to sex. The idea of grabbing another guy’s penis scared the crap out of him. Shaun grabbed the plastic bag tightly and walked out of the store without another word to the creepy shop keeper. He sat in his room that night and thought hard about what he wanted to do tomorrow.

Shaun had never thought so hard in his life. Who would he try these on first? He wanted someone big and strong to take over. Someone stronger than his dad even. He sighed and almost considered going to bed then and there but then an idea came to him in the knick of time. “Mark!” He said to himself. “I’ll take over Mark!”

Mark was a real dickhead. Your typical jocky douchebag that liked bullying the skinny kids even though he was 20 years old. Shaun would’ve called him “sad” or “pathetic” if it weren’t for how great he looked. Mark was a college linebacker that Shaun’s gym teacher would talk to during class and coach after school. While the gym teacher was busy yelling wimpy kids, Mark would often brag about his muscles and hot girlfriend to other kids. Shaun hated his stupid guts but he admitted that his body was awesome to look at. He was strong, really strong. His arms and chest were huge, bigger than his dad’s even. Sometimes while hiding during gym class, Shaun would imagine what it would be like to be a guy like Mark. Big, strong, athletic, cool. He wanted so bad to be him. He came up with a plan before going to bed. For once in a long time, Shaun was excited to show up at gym class.

Shaun went to school with the blue pair packed in his bookbag. He went to the locker room and took as long as he could to change, trying his best to be the last one to change. After all the kids mocked his skinny figure and changed, they cleared out leaving Shaun all by himself. He shrugged off the jokes and tried to find Mark’s bag. Soon enough, he found the heavy bag sitting on the floor next to one of the nearby benches. A smile ran across Shaun’s face as he unzipped the bag and found Mark’s underwear almost right away. He stole the pair and replaced them with the blue briefs that he had bought from the antique shop. After the swap was done, Shaun went back to class and finished another shitty day at school.

As time went on, Shaun got anxious. “Fuck, what if they don’t work man.” He whispered to himself. “What if that asshole at the store really scammed me? Fuck fuck fuck.” Shaun’s entire body twitched. There was no turning back now. He had a plan, and he had to stick with it. He walked home and and slipped on the black briefs and waited. Around 8 o'clock, Shaun was playing a few games on his Xbox before the briefs started squeezing the life out of him. The briefs got warmer and tighter by the second. “No way. Are they working!? Did he put em on!?” A vision flashed through Shaun’s mind. He could see Mark in the locker room after practice, slipping on the blue undies. After he slipped on the tight briefs, Mark drove back to his dorm to relax after a hard day of training. Shaun immediately jumped up to his feet. He ran out of the house without a second thought and grabbed his bike and rode it to Mark’s dorm as fast as he could. “I can’t believe it! He put em on! The briefs were working!” he said to himself. Man, was he excited. Finally, he could kiss this wimpy body goodbye. He walked up the Mark’s door and stopped a second before knocking. He was a bit scared now that he was actually here but the thought of being a big strong linebacker like Mark convinced him to go through with the knock. He knocked as hard as he could with his pathetic arms until he heard large footsteps stomp towards the door.

Mark swung the door open and looked around. Shaun couldn’t believe his eyes. Mark was standing in front of him, with no shirt, nothing covering his body except a towel around his waist. Maybe he was getting ready to take a shower or something. His muscle covered chest looked dirty as Shaun stared up at it. Mark looked confused as hell as he searched around his door. “Holy fuck. I really am invisible!” Shaun thought to himself. Mark huffed and slammed his door, not even noticing that Shaun’s invisible form had slipped inside while the door was wide open. Mark stomped back towards his desk and let go of the clean towel. As the towel dropped, Shaun could see a bulge poking out from the front of the briefs. “Holy shit, that’s his penis…” Shaun said to himself. Mark sat down in his chair, sitting up straight and leaning in towards his laptop. Shaun just couldn’t take his eyes off his abs. He just loved how they looked, all sweat covered in shiny, just like the heroes in the action movies he watched. He wanted to be big and strong, just like Mark. Shaun tip-toed closer to Mark and took a glance towards the laptop screen.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Mark was watching porn on his laptop. “Was he really going to start jacking off right here?” Mark began to panic but then he remembered the instructions that the creep at the store had told him. Shaun sighed heavily and swallowed his fear down before reaching his invisible hand out towards Mark’s bulge. He cupped it in his hands, letting Mark’s fat penis fill his hand. Shaun shuddered at first but began to admire its size. “W-wow” he thought. “It’s a lot bigger than mine. Will this really be all mine?” He began feeling up and down it’s length and Mark’s dick progressively grew harder in reaction to his touch. Mark let out a deep moan before reaching down his meaty hand to grab his dick. Shaun let go of his throbbing shaft before Mark’s hand began rubbing up and down the growing bulge. The sound of Mark’s moans began drowning out the shrieks and moans coming from the laptop. Mark sat back and pulled out from his desk as he stared deeply into the computer screen. Shaun began to strip naked. He pulled off all his clothes except the briefs that hugged his limp crotch tightly.

Shaun breathed deeply before saying “Here goes nothing.” I stood in front of Mark and hovered over his lap before pulling up on Mark’s’ blue briefs. Mark’s giant arms fell down limply to his sides as Shaun positioned himself onto his lap. Shaun slipped into the briefs slowly, doing his best to tuck Mark’s dick underneath his small thigh. After letting go of the waistband, the briefs snapped their bodies together and Shaun began slipping into Mark’s crotch. Shaun couldn’t believe it. “Oh my god, it’s working!” he cried as his body dropped into Mark’s. Mark still groaned as if he was still stroking his thickening bulge while Shaun grew silent. He almost couldn’t understand what he was feeling. His skinny legs that could barely run for a total of five minutes were now large and covered with hairs instead of the weird ass peach fuzz that covered his old ones. More importantly, Shaun’s new penis was bigger, way bigger. His shaft was way larger and a lot for fun to play with while it was bulging against the front of the briefs. Shaun’s torso slipped inside Mark’s, his large frame took in Shaun’s body with ease. His chest was fucking big. Bigger than Shaun expected. A smile ran across his face as he felt all the muscles in his chest tense up. “It feels like I’m packing bricks under these bad boys” he smirked as he pecs began to bounce on his heavy chest. He felt so big. “I bet I could stand up taller than my Dad in this body.” He thought. His slipped his slender, gangly arms into Mark’s and felt the power surge through his new limbs. “Man, I look so cool!”

His new arms were massive. Sweat covered their meaty structure as Shaun flexed his new toys, his eyes widened in amazement. “Jesus, lets see some jock try to mess with me now!” He flexed even further, pushing Mark’s bulky biceps up in the air. His arms were even heavier to lift than his new chest but Shaun didn’t mind, he was just excited to see how big he had gotten. The bulge in his briefs was growing bigger and bigger. Shaun never had an erection like this before, the feeling got him so excited. The way his new penis began growing and growing in the briefs was unbelieveable, so big, so long. Even the hairs that itched his crotch felt good. Who knew having pubes would feel so badass? Shaun couldn’t wait to play with it. He excitedly pushed his head back into Mark’s face and closed his eyes. His vision goes dark and foggy but eventually, light fills his eyes and he looks down at his new body. He laughs a deep yet somehow childish laugh. “Holy shit I’m huge!” He exclaimed while using his hands to feel up his new body. “Oh my god, I’m a college linebacker!” He flexed his stunning arms, watching the muscles shoot up from his powerful limbs. Shaun stared at his new body the same way that he had stared at a new toy or video game. He was ecstatic. Shaun ran his hands down his chest, feeling how big it was. “Such a big guy..” He trailed off as his hands hit his abs. He felt their hard texture carefully. He thought he’d never feel abs like these on his body. “Damn, what a six pack. What a fucking badass.” The more he admired his new body, the more a new feeling would hit him. He had a strong urge to pull down his briefs and feel how tight his hand could wrap around his new dick. He never felt this way before. All he wanted was to be a grown up but he never expected a feeling like this. It was so annoying. It was bugging him like crazy. He wanted to slip off the briefs so bad. His chest felt even heavier somehow, and his eyes darted to the porn on the laptop screen. He watched the pornstar getting penetrated over and over on the laptop. The more he watched, the stronger his urges became. “Fuck. I wanna do that..” He said, his hands sneaking towards the waistband of the briefs. He stopped himself before he pulled them off. He had something different in mind.

He grabbed his cellphone and called up Catherine, his girlfriend. He dialed the number hurriedly and she answered just after a few beeps.

“H-hey Cathy” He muttered, still distracted by his new set of hormones. “You home right now babe?”

Catherine giggled a bit before replying. “Weren’t you going to be all tired after practice tonight?” She said. “Too tired to play with me?”

Shaun gulped before answering. “I really need you babe. I’m not...feeling too well.” he stammered nervously.

“Oh?” She moaned. “I think I can fix that. I’ll be ready for you when you come over.”

The call hung up and Shaun sat in the chair, still naked, and still a bit shaken from the phone call. His nervousness turned into excitement as he threw on some clothes and drove down to Cathy’s place. He couldn’t wait to get rid of this stupid feeling in his body. He knocked on her front door, his muscle covered body still twitching. “Is this what being horny feels like?” He asked himself. “Jeez, this really blows.” In seconds, the door flew open and Cathy stood in front of him wearing nothing but one of his old high school jerseys that was far too big on her cute little body. Shaun gulped down hard as he stared at her. Her legs were nice and smooth, her thighs were nice and thick too, he didn’t even know thighs could look so good on a chick. He instinctively pulled her in close and began kissing her, wasting no time to relieve himself of his horniness. She really didn’t expect that. He pulled her in tighter and tighter, pressing her small body into his giant chest. Damn, it felt really good being bigger than someone. Especially her. He felt up and down her body, groping her thighs, eventually tracing his hands up towards her butt. “It’s so soft and big.” He thought. “It feels so...good.”

He took his time exploring her small, sexy body. His hands feeling up almost every inch of her skin. He kissed her deeply. He felt so cool. Making out with a hottie like Cathy while in a body like this. What a score. He set her down on the couch nearby after closing the door behind him. He reached his hand up and felt her breasts. Her boobs felt amazing. He squeezed them, letting their softness fill up his giant palms. His penis was going wild now. The hardness of it was driving him insane, he’s never felt this way before. He sat up quickly and threw his shirt off to expose his wide, naked chest. He pulled down his shorts to reveal the bulge that had been growing in the tight blue briefs. Cathy smiled and bit her finger as he stripped for her.

Shaun forgot just how good he looked. He looked towards his giant beefy arms and began to flex, showing off for himself, and unknowingly for Cathy. A wide smile grew across his chiseled face and he stared back down at Cathy, who had pulled off the jersey to reveal her soft tits. Shaun’s gaze was focused at her breasts and traced down her slender body right to her crotch. He grabbed her by the thighs and spread them wide to take a good look. Finally, he got a good glance at her pussy. He began to tense up, his dick was growing harder and harder the longer he stared. Shaun got excited. He couldn’t believe that he was actually seeing a vagina right in front of him, waiting for him. He pulled off the briefs and went to work. He awkwardly thrusted his dick towards her hole, but only with enough strength to make his shaft slide again her soft lips. She moaned in reaction, he cute sounds and feeling of her lips make Shaun’s dick throb. He was so ready to pound her. He grabbed his long shaft and slowly sunk his tip into her. He pushed slowly, fitting his entire penis inside of her hole. Shaun’s muscular body quivered as he thrusted inside of Cathy over and over. “Fuck, fuck. She feels so good.” He said to himself, loud enough for Cathy to hear. She moaned teasingly and pulled Shaun in closer. “Mmm fuck me baby!” She cried as Shaun repeatedly pounded her. He moved his giant waist awkwardly at first, but as time went on he was a natural. He rammed her tight little hole as hard as he good, going absolutely wild on her small little body. Shaun loved seeing her cute body getting fucked and pushed hard into the couch by his new bod. His breaths became heavy as he pushed closer to the edge. He could feel something coming up his shaft, slowly pushing its way out of his tip. It would have bothered him but he was so focused on how good Cathy’s vagina felt while squeezing his new dick. He rammed away at her body. He spread her legs wider and wider and slammed his hips into her body as hard as he could. So hard that his face became a deep shade of red. He was ramming her so hard that he almost didn’t notice how close he was to finishing. He began to climax for the first time. His grunted deeply before letting out a loud roar, with it, a stream of creamy liquid shot out of his tip. He laid on top of her, pressing his sweaty, muscled body on her, still kissing her passionately. She giggled and he couldn’t help but laugh with her. He pull his body up and slowly pulled out his still throbbing penis. He watched in awe as a stream of cum seeped out between her lips.

“Mmmmm” she moaned. “A big load from my big man.”

Her words along with the sight in front of him made his heart skip. “Big man” he thought. “I’m her big man.” After resting for a minute or two, Shaun’s dick became hard again, Cathy’s praise echoed over and over in his mind. He proudly sat up and got back on top of her without warning, but she didn’t seem to mind. He fucked her 2 more times that night before finally collapsing. He was out like a light, with a big smile on his face. Cathy was a bit taken away from her boyfriend’s child-like behavior, he seemed like he’d never seen a girl naked in his life. She shrugged it off, happily lying next to Shaun as he unconsciously groped her sleeping body.

Shaun darted upwards when he awoke. He looked toward the clock in a panic. It was so late, coach would kill him if he didn’t show up as usual. He quickly got dressed and drove to the middle school and waited outside.

“The merge is gonna wear off soon” Shaun thought. “What am I gonna do!?” He sat in his car and thought long and hard before the image of the coach ran through his head. He never noticed how big coach was until recently. He was a big man, covered in nice dark hair. Shaun always liked the look of a hairy man. His dad was pretty hair, and he wanted to be just like him one day. His admiration of coach soon turned to anger after he thought about all the times he had picked on Shaun for being a skinny boy. Making him run extra laps, making him sit out during all the fun sports. What an asshole. If anyone deserved their body taken over for good, it’d be coach Brown.

Shaun grabbed his old book bag from the backseat. He remembered to take it to Mark’s dorm on the bike ride over. He took out the white pair and stuffed it in his gym bag and marched to the school. His mind was racing as he stepped towards the gym until a plan finally came to him. He walked into the gym, the coach was yelling at the kids loudly while wearing those black shorts and that white, tight collared shirt that he loved so much.

“Run faster boys! The jocks are beatin ya!” He screamed at the slow kids while fiercly blowing into his whistle. The whistle shrieked so loudly that it almost made Shaun want to run out of straight fear. Shaun instead walked up to coach Brown nervously and started talking to him. On the way over Shaun looked closely at coach Brown’s shorts. He knew it. His dick was flopping just about everywhere inside of them. His mind raced back to the times where coach would sit there and yell at his face with his big, soft weiner dangling loosely near his face. Shaun hated him especially for those times. Shaun called the coach over and asked him to meet him in the locker room. The coach gave him a hard, angry stare before nodding and telling the kids that he’d be back soon.

Shaun took a seat on one of the benches before the coach marched inside the locker room.

“Where the hell were you son, you should’ve been here about an hour ago?” he said strongly.

“I know bro, I know.” Shaun stammered out nervously. “You see, after practice I was uh...I was r-really horny y’know. I went to her place after and I stayed up a bit too late. Sorry man.”

He sighed while rolling his eyes and crossing his big hairy forearms. “Fine, whatever man. Tell me what you want boy so I can get back to my class.”

Shaun awkwardly handed coach Brown the clean white briefs. The coach gave him a confused, almost angry look. He cocked an eyebrow and stared at Shaun, demanding an explanation.

Shaun’s words began to jumble again. “I-I mean...the principal has been gettin on your ass recently about going commando man. Your penis just keeps floppin everywhere around the kids. I’m just trying to look out for you bro.”

Brown stared at Shaun with an angry and annoyed scowl before snatching away the briefs. He huffed and began walking towards his office.

“Fine” he roared while stomping away and scratching at his beard. “But no more of that kiddy shit Mark. It’s a fucking cock. Only fags and 5th graders call it a penis. Grow the hell up.” With that, he opened the door to his office and slammed it shut.

Shaun sighed deeply. “What a fucking asshole.” He was still shaking from the exchange. Even though deep down in this body, Shaun had respected Coach but it was more out of fear than admiration. He really didn’t like that guy. Shaun sat up and walked towards the bathroom stalls in the locker and sat on the same toilet that he used to sit on while hiding during class. He sat down and stripped naked, leaving nothing on but the blue briefs. He sighed. “Back to being me. Wimpy 5th grader named Shaun.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. Slowly, Shaun’s slender, childish figure peel out of Mark’s body. Shaun fell onto the floor, wearing nothing but the black briefs that he put on after school just yesterday. Shaun sighed as he looked down at his body. “Man this fuckin sucks.” he said before turning back to Mark. He was out cold, he looked like one of those frat dudes that you’d see in the movies after drinking too much. Shaun kind of laughed at the sight. He peeled the briefs off of Mark’s body, leaving him completely naked on the toilet. He left the bathroom stall open so the kids could find him passed out after class had ended. Shaun snickered to himself at his childish prank before hiding the blue briefs in his locker.

Shaun could already feel the sensation of the black briefs. Their squeeze seemed to suck the life out of him. He turned towards Mr Brown’s office and gulped down hard as he heard a deep voice moan “Fuck yeah” from inside. A vision flashed through Shaun’s mind. He could see Mr. Brown standing in front of the mirror hanging in his office, slipping on the white pair of briefs. He liked the way he looked in the mirror. He liked his figure so much that he started checking himself out. He couldn’t break his gaze away from the big sexy man posing in front of the mirror. Shaun’s vision finally ended and he creeped carefully towards the Mr Brown’s office. He opened the door quickly and carefully and closed it the same. Brown didn’t notice. He was so into how he looked in the tight white briefs. Shaun’s eyes widened. Brown looked...amazing. His chest was killer. It was bigger than Mark’s easily. And the hair. God the black hairs looked so cool while covering those giant muscles. He was a man, the kind of man that Shaun wanted to be. Shaun walk up to Mr Brown and he leaned over to get a grip on his bulge.

His penis, er, his cock, was already pretty hard. The bulge was nice and big, almost as big as Mark’s before Shaun used him to fuck Cathy. Shaun began to sweat anxiously as he grabbed the outline of Mr Brown’s shaft. He tugged up and down as if it were his own. He got really into it. He wanted Brown nice and ready for the merge, Shaun couldn’t wait to big this big and strong. He stroked Brown over and over, Brown’s cock finally hit full mast after Shaun had pumped him for about 20 more seconds. He had the fattest dick he’s ever seen. Even the guys in the few pornos he watched weren’t as big as Mr Brown. His bulge was nice and big, bigger than Marks, and way bigger than Shaun’s undeveloped pecker. Brown reached down his massive hairy hand and grab squeezing and rubbing his fat bulge and moaning. Shaun slid behind Mr Brown and pushed the chair carefully against his legs, letting his gym coach ease down on it without breaking the trance. Shawn jumped up onto his lap and began pulling up on the brefs. He tried fitting in as best as he could but Mr Brown’s cock wouldn’t sit still underneath Shaun’s thigh. Instead it shot out between Shaun’s legs, his shaft sliding past his balls. Shaun jumped a bit in reaction before leaning back carefully onto coach Brown’s body.

Shaun began to sink, eventually, his lower half slipped effortlessly into his coach. His big hairy, trunk-like legs felt incredible. They seemed like they could even give a linebacker like Mark a run for his money. But Shaun’s focus was elsewhere. His new cock was massively. His new muscled rod shot against the front of the briefs like a cannon. He loved the feeling of the veins covering his lengthy shaft and the hairs on his balls and the small patch of black fur that hovered over his base made Shaun the happiest boy alive. “He’s so hairy” he thought. “What a big, strong man.” His new cock began to twitch as it filled up the white undies. Shaun could just barely shrug it off as he started sinking into Mr Brown’s chest. The hairs covering his teacher’s torso tickled Shaun as he slipped inside, but Shaun didn’t mind. He could finally feel the beefiness of his teacher’s torso. His pecs were big and swollen, a layer of black fur covered his wide, muscular chest. Shaun loved the look of it. He never imagined being so hairy before. He felt manly, and strong. Mr Brown didn’t really have the popping abs that Shaun loved so much but his stomach was still just nice and bulky. This body felt so much better. Shaun let out a laugh as he felt his new furry pecs bunch together as he took a nice deep breath.

Shaun slid his arms inside of Brown’s impatiently, wanted so bad to feel their strength. Jesus Christ! They’re so fucking huge! Immediately, Shaun flexed his hair covered guns. His biceps pushed hard against his tanned, hairy skin. His biceps bunched together into a mound of burly, raw muscle that pressed against his thick beefy forearms. Shaun loved every second of it. This body felt incredible, even his deep hair pits felt amazing to have. He could feel the muscle lining around them thicken and contract as he flexed nice and hard. Shaun leaned his head back into his Mr Brown’s face. His beard scratched the back of Shaun’s next as he sunk in further and further, eventually taking over the entirety of Mr Brown’s gorgeous, burly bod.

Shaun looked into the mirror. He looked weird in a sense. He never imagined being so old looking. He wasn’t the wimpy shit-dick Shaun anymore. He was the hairy, muscle covered Mr Brown. The Mr Brown that didn’t take shit from anyone in this school, not even the principal. He shot up and flexed hard into the mirror, his eyes fixed on his powerful arms and heavy chest. The more he flexed, the harder his thick cock pushed against the front of the briefs. He looked down. “Holy fuck!” He exclaimed with his new deep voice. “My bulge is fucking amazing!” The tight white briefs were struggling to contain his hardening python. The bulge was massive, it almost looked strong enough to tear apart the white undies. Shaun felt a stream of wet sticky fluid spill out of his fat tip. It almost felt like cum, but it wasn’t as thick and there wasn’t as much of it. He took and peek, and opened up the waistband of the tight briefs. His cockhead leaned forwards, with it followed a string of clear sticky precum, a small puddle had formed just below Shaun’s new bulky stomach. “So..cool…” He whispered to himself. His hormones began to race. He wanted to get off so badly but something else clicked in his head. “Fuck man. I have a class to teach!” He quickly got dressed but decided to take off the briefs before putting his shorts back on. No harm in keeping them off, right? It’s only a cock underneath some shorts, it won’t hurt no one.

Shaun barked orders at all the kids in the class. He spared no one besides the few kids that were struggling to keep up with the others as they ran around the track. Shaun yelled loudly towards all the sporty kids that used to pick on him in his other body. He was having the time of his life getting back at all the assholes that made gym such a living hell for him. The other kids thanked Shaun for going easy on them and he dismissed them to their next class, moving on to the next set of kids.

After a long day of teaching gym class and finishing up football practice, Shaun drove home. He felt tired, but most of all, he felt horny. He gripped the steering wheel hard with his big mitts for hands, his dick was erect, shooting upwards as he made his way home. He couldn’t even hide his bulge as he walked up to his front door, he got an awkward glance from his neighbors as they checked their mailbox but Shaun didn’t pay them any attention. He had another thought racing through his head.

He fumbled for his keys. It was hard to get a good grip on them with his big meaty hands. He opened the door and shut it exhaustingly as he looked around his house. He sat his gym bag next to the door and slowly began ripping off his collared shirt. He slowly stomped his way towards his room while taking off all his clothes. Finally, he opened the door to his room, finding his wife lying down on the bed, reading a book while covered in the heavy sheets. Abby turned towards the door, staring at his husband’s big erect cock as he slowly moved towards the bed with a wide smile on his big burly face. Shaun leaned over and kissed her, tickling her face with his big masculine beard. Fuck he loved being so big and hairy. He couldn’t wait to see how the sex felt in this body.

He kissed her and spoke deeply in between breaths. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day babe.” He whispered.

A smile formed across her face as she stared back at Shaun. “I’ve been waiting for big daddy to come back home and fill me up. I’m so ready for you baby.”

Shaun’s erection reacted fiercely to her words. “Daddy.” He never heard the phrase before, at least in this kind of situation. Her words made him feel big, strong, and manly. His dick couldn’t help but twitch and throb in response. Abby set the book down to her side and began feeling up Shaun’s big muscular shoulders. He grinned. He liked the way it felt to have her slender hands run across his big muscles. He’d never get tired of that. He grabbed the sheets that covered her figure and pulled them down to reveal her body. The sight of her naked body nearly drove Shaun insane. She was curvy in all the right places. He just had to feel her up. He started by placing his giant palm onto her breasts, squeezing them gently as the their soft texture fueled his boner. He kissed her deeply as his hands ran down her sides, eventually hitting her her butt. He gropped her ass uncontrollably, making it jiggle and quake in his hands. It drove him wild.

“Fuck you feel so nice babe.” Shaun said, as he started to kiss her neck while feeling her up with his muscled hands.

“Mmm daddy” she moaned as Shaun ran his hands up and down her butt and thighs. He got up and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. He lifted both of her legs in the air with just one hand and he peered down. He loved the few before him. The sight of her tight pussy hovering just a few inches above that sexy ass of hers. His cock was aching for her. She glanced over at Shaun, giving him a shy, lustful smile. He grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her in close to him. He slammed his plump shaft onto her soft, moist lips, teasing her by sliding his cock back and forth. She moaned softly and her cute voice was enough to push him to shoving his tip gentle inside of her tight little hole.

He pushed slowly, feeling the wall of her pussy hug his thick shaft. She was about 10 year older than Cathy but fuck, she felt so much tighter. He finally fit in every vein covered inch into her tight hole before her lips finally touched the base of his dick. Both of them moaned as Shaun began to pull his cock out for another thrust. He began pounding her, ramming his dick inside of her progressively faster and faster. He stretched out her tight little pussy with his mammoth dick, he began pressing his burly, muscular frame against her as he made her slide up and down his shaft. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck!” Shaun moaned deeply. He wrapped his thick arms around Abby, pulling her in close as he thrusted her harder and harder, reaching deeper with every stroke.

“Mmmm fuck! You feel so good daddy!” She screamed as Shaun began ramming her with all his might. “Fucking seed me you big hunk!”

Her words awoke a beast that lied dormant inside of Shaun’s big, brutish body. He stood up straight and pulled Abby up along with him. She wrapped her legs around his thick waist and his giant muscle covered arms wrapped around her small, naked body. He lifted her up effortlessly and began bouncing and sliding her up and down his throbbing cock. He brought her up and down on his massive shaft, inching closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her climax all over his dick. Her pussy clenched down and coated his shaft in her juices and she began moaning uncontrollably. Shaun’s arms began to flex as he pumped her up and down his long, meaty shaft. His biceps pressed against Abby’s soft skin as he fucked the life out of her like a ragdoll. Finally, Shaun let out a finally deep moan as he came inside his wife’s stretched out hole. Giant ropes of cum shot deep into her womb and he pumped her up and down on his shaft to milk out the rest of his load. Her legs felt weak as they slowly unraveled around Shaun’s waist and he set her back down on the bed, falling next to her. He pulled her in closely, pressing her against his giant muscular physique. She was out like a light. He gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Shaun followed soon after, his mind was finally at ease. He was all grown up, and he had the best body in the world.

Long time no see, this was one of my longest stories that I've written. If you enjoyed the story and love possessing/merging into bodies, shoot me a DM, and we can discuss a possible RP and bodies I can get you into. I am quite the himbo enthusiast.

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The incident: positive reinforcement training

-This time try to focus on my biceps, faggots like you love this stuff don't you?- I flexed my huge arms even harder, making my veins stand out, a spicy aroma wafted from my armpits and made my nose itch a little, But it seems I'm not the only one who could smell it.

I could feel how the real Kyle's huge, hairy belly was inches from my muscular back, But not only that I could feel how he was trying to disguise that he was actually floating his tiny, nasty cock between my firm ass.

-Yes... sir we love it- Kyle said trying to pretend he wasn't doing anything kinky, I looked at our reflection in the mirror we both had in front of us and couldn't help but let out a smile at the thought that in just a couple of weeks I had bent in the mind of this arrogant gym coach.

-I thought to myself, “Kinky, I could let you rub your little cock in one of my armpits... when you finish the household chores of course-

I'd like to say that I planned this body swap, but it was actually an accident, it was another one of those terrorist attacks with that experimental body swapping gas that was stolen some time ago from SwapCorp.

One second I was almost passing out on the treadmill feeling like complete shit and the next I was posing in front of the bathroom mirror feeling as powerful as a Greek god, I thought I had passed out and right now my brain was creating the most erotic fantasy it could have created.

But as soon as I heard the screams coming from the gym I knew something wasn't right...at least to the rest of the guys out there, here everything was as perfect as the perfect powerful biceps I now had.

Kyle worked at this gym as a trainer, although he spent more time talking to hot girls than helping me lose weight. So he was not pleased to end up in my fat, short, middle-aged body.

The government told us they were already working on a solution for this, but, there have been these terrorist attacks before and as far as I've known none of them have gotten their bodies back so I think it was just a lie so as not to scare people like Kyle.

I thought it would be the last time he would look at my old greasy face, but it seems Kyle was attached to his body more than I imagined, The next day Kyle showed up at my apartment door to take me to the gym, in his own words “I'm not going to let a fat guy like you throw away all the time I've worked on MY BODY.”

It was easy enough to adapt to his routine, especially Because a week after we exchanged our bodies Kyle showed up again at my door With a couple of suitcases, “I can't trust a pig like you to neglect my diet, I'm sure you still have all that junk you like to eat around here...” But I knew the truth, Kyle had been fired from his job, who the fuck would trust him to train him now that he's the fattest guy in the whole gym?

Later that night I found him on the couch sniffing my stinky gym shorts, It was so disgusting to see my body in such a pathetic position... but fun.

I walked out of my room and with my big huge feet I stood in front of him, Kyle Faggot didn't even know what to say, he just lay there on the couch looking down at me with one hand on his dick and the other with my dirty boxers in the other near his face.

Without saying a word I pulled my thick cock out of my shorts, which used to belong to the real Kyle and held it in front of his face, I could see how the spicy and dirty smell of my cock made him increase the rhythm with which he was breathing, He didn't even look me in the eyes, his gaze was totally fixed on the long and thick 10 inch cock that he used to use every day.

-Come on pig... you are lucky that a stud like you let a pig like you suck my cock- Kyle held the base of my cock and slowly took it into his mouth savoring every drop of the pre seminal fluid, his face looked happy as if he had waited all his life for this moment.

I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed him by what little thin hair he had left on his middle aged head and forced him to swallow my cock completely, I then began to fuck his mouth, my hips moved back and forth as Kyle jerked off, his cock was so pathetic he only needed 2 fingers to hold his little sausage.

I had to admit that since coming in Kyle's body I had fucked so many women in such a short time that I had lost count, but there was something about my old, wet, dirty mouth that made me extremely horny.

I pushed my cock deep into Kyle's mouth and filled it with my cum, then I pulled away from him letting him get some air, As soon as Kyle recovered he took my cock again and like a man lost in the desert Kyle cleaned my cock as if it were the last drops of water for miles.

I think something snapped in Kyle's head from that day on, The arrogant, cocky bodybuilder disappeared completely, He became more like a faithful dog that does what I tell him for a bone, I know Kyle would say it out loud, but I'm sure he likes his new life in my old body better.

Maybe someday they will find a cure for this “incident” but I don't think Kyle will give up his new life at my side.

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Heyo! Hello again, I hope you like this story as well as the other stories of the "INCIDENT", where again a small terrorist group has released the experimental body swap gas, which can slightly alter people's minds at the time of the exchange, and of course this group is not led by me (wink wink) anyway, if you want to see more experiences of more people when exposed to the gas you can take a look at my previous stories or if you want to see even more you can support me on my page and have access to my stories, I just published a new story about 2 stepbrothers affected by the swap gas.

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Stories I Love (Part 2)

Again, nothing personal with the order listed here, it's mostly chronological. Tumblr doesn't like a ton of hyperlinks, so the list is in two parts. Here's Part 1.

Though, now is a good time to point out a few major gaps in this list. One, I don't care for celebrity, sports, or sweat/fart transformations very much, so that eliminates a few prolific authors. Two, some authors have much bigger websites elsewhere, like @2xskin or @takeovertales, and I haven't been consistent about favoriting works that could be found in two places. Three, a special shoutout to @piosantaibhseil's very long body swap series which would be tricky to link otherwise.

Also, a special shoutout-- I don't think my blog would have nearly as much of a footprint without @bodyswap-possession-shapeshift's valuable reblog contributions to this community. He remains one of the fastest and most consistent about showing support to all creators on his lists, and I hope he knows how much that support has been appreciated over the years.

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Curiosity got the best of me

I just finished up taking a slash when I noticed the glory hole from the corner of my eye. I was curious. I never considered myself gay, but after hours on the road alone, and having to skip a workout, I just needed to get my balls drained. I couldn’t care less who was on the other end. Just the thought of a warm mouth wrapped around my cock was making me hard. I could hear someone breathing on the other side of the stall, so I stroked to full hardness before shoving myself through the hole. I stood there, squatting down slightly to compensate for my height as I waited for something to happen.

I heard a gasp from the other stall. I smirked to myself. It wasn’t the first time I’d had that reaction when someone had seen my dick for the first time. I felt a small hand grab my dick, its soft touch dancing along the length of my cock. A shiver went up my spine and my cock pulsed again as more blood tried to force its way into my already swollen tool. The fingers made their way down to my balls, before gently palming their hefty weight. “You’re certainly a big one aren’t you?” said a soft voice through the wall as the hand started to fondle my balls. I grunted in reply. I was so horny, I was practically ready to fuck the wall at this point. “Well that isn’t how this is going to work,” the voice said in a much darker tone. With that I felt a piercing pain surge through my body as the fingers around my nuts tightened like a vice, squeezing them painfully.

“What the fuck!” I roared as I pulled myself out of the hole and stumbled back into the opposite wall of the bathroom stall. Looking down at my junk I saw my balls had turned an angry red colour. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I felt rage boil over. I was going to fuck this queer up. As I reached to fling the stall door open, I heard the voice once more. “On your knees”. It was cold and commanding. I stopped in my tracks. And looked back towards the glory hole. “I said on your fucking knees,” the voice said again, this time with more than a hint of annoyance.

I had always considered myself to be the strong alpha type and honestly a bit of a fuck boy. But something about this strong, commanding presence had seemed to awaken something inside of me. Something that I’d always been too afraid to let out. Almost without thinking, I knelt down on the cool tiled floor and faced towards the hole. Almost immediately, a thin, skinny cock was appeared through the hole. If it weren’t for the vein down the side, I would have sworn it was flaccid. I accidentally let out a low chuckle at the patheticness of it all. “Ohh you think it's funny do you you little bitch boy? Let’s see how funny you find it when you choke on it” the voice snapped at me. I immediately shut my mouth, returning the room to silence. This time it was the voice’s turn to chuckle. “Good, now fucking suck it”.

Of course, I’d never sucked a dick before. But I immediately took this tiny cocklet into my mouth and began working it like I was a pro. The person on the other side of the stall was clearly enjoying it based on the high-pitched moans. “That’s it, take it all like the little cock slave you are,” he said as he began to move his hips in time with my thrusts. The extra leverage must have been helping him go even deeper into my mouth with each thrust because he seemed to be hitting the back of my throat with each long thrust. Wait, the back of my throat? I pulled myself off the dick and my eyes went wide. The small dicklet has grown, its slim form replaced by a respectable cock. “I didn’t say stop,” the voice commanded. Mesmerised, I lowered myself onto the cock once again.

The cock was so thick, it was stretching my mouth. I tried to pull off. “Ohh no you don’t” the voice roared. I heard a massive bang, and my face was showered in splinters as a huge fist burst through the stall wall, grabbing me by the back of the head. I briefly registered a thick, meaty forearm. I was slammed down on the cock once more, its mushroom head battering the back of my throat. My aggressor was working me like a sex toy, letting me slide almost completely off his throbbing pole before slamming me back down as he pumped his crotch forward into my waiting gullet in long, rough strokes. “Fuck yeah” I heard him roar as his other hand grabbed at the top of the cubicle, cracking the wood with the sheer force of his grip. I looked up at the cracking sound. That’s when I noticed that my aggressor was so tall, his head peeking over the cubicle wall. He was insanely handsome - lantern jaw, flawless skin, perfectly manicured beard, and piercing blue eyes. I’d recognise that anywhere. I was staring at myself.

With a wicked smirk, my doppelganger roughly pushed me down on his cock once more. This time, the mushroom head stretched my lips to the limit. I immediately began to choke the thick shaft that had snaked partway down my throat. My eyes grew wide as I realised there were still several inches of meaty cock left that couldn’t physically fit inside my mouth. My senses were assaulted as the hefty cock slammed into the back of my throat. The deep smell of musk made my eyes water. The taste of salty sweat precum on my tongue. My lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. Was this what I’d put my previous conquests through when I had my way with them?

I felt the cock pulse in my mouth, its meaty mass lurching suddenly before my mouth was filled with volley after volley of cum erupting from the tip. The sheer force quickly filled my mouth with the potent seed. His body twitched and flexed as it was rocked with orgasm, a deep rumbling growl echoing in his chest. It was all too much, as I released my own load into my pants. A short, sharp and unsatisfying climax. This experience wasn’t for me. It was all for the god towering over me. “Fuck, I didn’t know an orgasm could feel that good” he grumbled in my deep baritone as he rubbed his hands over his meaty torso, basking in his post-climax rush.

I slumped against the stall wall, my throat raw, the taste of his salty cum still coating my tongue. My lungs burned, and my jaw ached from being stretched so wide, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Something felt wrong. I glanced down at my hands. They were shaking, too small, too soft. My fingers fumbled over my chest, expecting the familiar hard slab of muscle I’d built over years of hauling heavy weights and fucking around. Instead, my fingers brushed a narrow, smooth frame, hairless and frail. I yanked my shirt off, staring in horror at a hairless torso, ribs faintly visible under pale skin, a pathetic little waist that could snap under a strong grip. My jeans sagged on hips too slim to hold them, the belt hanging loose like a cruel joke.

“What the fuck…” My voice cracked, high and nasal, nothing like the deep growl I’d used to command every room I walked into. I stumbled to the rusted mirror above the sink, stepping out of my now too-big jeans as I walked, my new legs trembling beneath me, weak and unsteady. The face staring back wasn’t mine. Wide, panicked eyes stared back at me, brown, not my piercing blue. My chiselled jaw was gone, replaced by a delicate, rounded one. No beard, just smooth skin that looked like it had never seen a razor. I looked like some twink straight out of a college dorm, the kind of kid I’d have laughed at for even glancing my way. My small hands clawed at the glass as if I could rip my real face back from my reflection.

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed behind me. I spun around, nearly tripping over my own feet, and there was my doppelganger staring back at me. He stood in the doorway of the stall, my broad shoulders filling out my leather jacket, my thick chest straining the fabric, my heavy boots thudding against the grimy tiles. He must have picked up my discarded clothes while I was distracted. His lantern jaw, my jaw, was framed by a perfectly manicured beard, and those piercing blue eyes I’d seen in every mirror every morning of my life now glinted with a wicked, knowing smirk. He was everything I’d been: tall, powerful, a fucking god among men. And I was left as nothing.

“Nice trade, huh?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He flexed his thick, meaty forearm, the one that had smashed through the stall wall like it was paper, and tossed my truck keys in the air, catching them with a calloused hand that used to be mine. “You don’t need all this anymore, do you, kid?”

“Give it back, you bastard!” I screamed, but my new voice sounded pitiful, a whiny squeak that made him laugh harder. I lunged at him, fists swinging, but my twig-like arms had no strength, my punches bouncing off his abs like I was swatting a brick wall. He easily grabbed my wrist with one hand, twisting it until I yelped, and shoved me back against the sink. The porcelain dug into my spine, and I struggled to catch my breath, my new body too fragile to fight back.

“Pathetic,” he growled, leaning in close. His breath smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the same scent I’d carried for years. “You had your fun, didn’t you? Fucking your way through life, leaving a trail of broken bitches behind you. Now it’s my turn.” His smirk widened, and he ran a hand over his beard like he was savoring the feel of it. “This body was wasted on you.”

He turned and strode toward the exit, his heavy gait echoing through the empty bathroom. I scrambled after him, my bare feet slipping on the tiles, my breath hitching in a chest too small to hold my rage. Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the dusty rest stop parking lot. My truck, my fucking pride and joy, sat waiting, its chrome glinting as a cruel reminder of who I used to be.

He hauled himself into the driver’s seat, my broad frame fitting perfectly where I’d spent countless hours on the road. I doubt I’d even be able to reach the door handle now. The engine roared to life, the same growl I’d heard every day for years. “Thanks for warming it up for me loser," he yelled over the roar of the engine as he gunned it, tires kicking up gravel as he peeled out. I sank to my knees on the pavement. My voice cracked as I screamed after him, but the sound was swallowed by the rumble of the truck fading into the distance.

I caught my reflection in a puddle nearby. Wide panicked brown eyes stared back at me. For a split second, I swore I saw his face, my face, laughing, before it vanished, leaving only this stranger’s pathetic gaze. My trembling fingers brushed my lips, still swollen from the brutal way he’d used my mouth. Was this some fucked-up curse? Had every girl I’d used and tossed aside wished this on me? Or was he something darker, a demon wearing my skin, taking my life while I was left with nothing?

The dust settled, and the rest stop was silent again. I was nobody now, trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. If only I hadn't let curiosity get the best of me.

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

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