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Sister's New Boyfriend - Redux

This story is a collab with the amazing @johnbrand! Hope you enjoy, guys!

"C'mon, bro, didn't you miss this?" Scott teased, while his massive size 13 foot plopped on the coffee table in front of me.

"Cut it out, Scott," I whispered, knowing my sister was about to summon us to the kitchen any minute.

"Why should I, Jap?" Scott smirked arrogantly. "We both know you want it."

I held back the blush threatening to color my face. "That's not true."

"It's been what, seven or eight years since high school?" Scott's smirk morphed into an exaggerated grimace. "Surely you haven't forgotten about me, have ya, Jap? And all the good times we had together?"

Unfortunately, I hadn't forgotten Scott, or the "good times" he was referring to. The constant bullying; the harassment, the slurs, and even some straight-up abuse sessions. It was painful to reflect on, us being the same age and yet emotionally assaulted by a guy who was twice my size. Since those years, the gym and my therapist had helped me overcome those vulnerable moments. Even though I'd struggled to find a relationship, I was stronger now; a fighter well-supported by a network.

"Luckily for you, I've moved on, and don't call me that! Me and your girlfriend are both Korean," I shot back, eyeing Scott.

"I don't think you have moved on," Scott's smirk returned. "Otherwise, you would've bailed the second you saw me."

I never expected Scott to be my sister's new boyfriend. The guy she had been bragging about for months, this "kind, sensible, and loyal" being who had corrupted her life to the point of being all she talked about. I never would've imagined my sister - my highly educated older sister - would end up with the malevolent jock who had destroyed my self-esteem all those years ago. And after brief introductions, in which I realized I was still physically smaller than my former tormentor, I quickly felt the impending danger of the situation.

"I'm not abandoning my sister," I retorted.

"You won't be abandoning your orders either," Scott replied, a bit to my confusion. Scott apparently had dropped out of college, but become a fitness influencer in the years since, raking in massive financial figures. It was hard not to reflect on the fact that even without a degree, Scott had still come out on top. "Stop lying to yourself, buddy."

Instead of another indirect defense, I felt a slow warmth settling into my bones. My frustration ebbed away as a peaceful, almost artificial calm spread. My usual concerns were smoothing out, something Scott immediately recognized.

"Yes, that's right, buddy." Again, the word sent a pleasant heat through my entire body, tingling my toes and making the corners of my mouth twitch into the beginnings of a dopey smile. "Looks like those years apart didn't weaken my conditioning on you, huh?"

I knew better than to respond. In therapy, I thought I had discussed all my doubts about Scott. Every memory I managed to recover had been thoroughly investigated, scrutinized, and then analyzed to create a plan for my future proceedings. But it wasn't until that moment, in my sister's living room, reunited with my high school bully, that I realized I had only covered half of the relationship Scott had created for us. The memories my therapist and I had discussed were only the ones Scott had allowed me to remember.

"No, sir," I replied, the title suddenly seeming appropriate. "Not at all. I still masturbate to your magnificence at least twice a week, like you commanded, sir."

My eyes widened as Scott's smile turned sinister; this truth laid bare between us.

"What, you didn't think I'd just let you go after graduation, did you?" Scott's words cut deep, my shame finally flushing my face. "Guess my hypnosis was better than I thought back then. I like to keep all my boys on a leash, in case they become useful to me again."

Before I could respond, Scott snapped his fingers and pointed to his foot. Immediately, I was on my knees before him, my nose inhaling his divine scent and my tongue tracing the sacred valleys of his sole. Each breath sent another wave of adoration through me, the submissive alter ego Scott had created for me in high school overriding all the defenses I had built since then.

"Who'd have thought one of them would end up my brother-in-law?" Scott mused. Even as my former life and independence were rapidly evaporating, his arrogant victory brought a single tear to my eye.

"I thought I'd give the news!" My sister called from the kitchen, finally joining the conversation, but apparently oblivious to what was truly transpiring. "Dinner will be ready in a minute!"

"Thank you, dear," Scott called back, before pinning his eyes directly on me. "Hope you're ready to be an uncle too, buddy."

This revelation momentarily snapped me back to consciousness. "What... no, that's impossible!"

"Oh but it is, Jap! You're gonna be Uncle to little Scott Jr. And that got me thinking. Your sister's become the perfect woman with my help. But a boy needs male role models in his life, the right male role models. Just the thought of something happening to me and Scott Jr. having someone like you as an example... no way. So as much as I've enjoyed reminiscing about our time in school and taking great pleasure in putting you back in your place again, it's time for a change, Jap... congrats, you're getting a promotion!"

"What? I... I don't understand..."

"I can't have a fucking faggot, foot-sucking, cock-gobbling piece of shit as an example for my son if I'm not around, Jap. I need someone more like me. It'll be hard to part with such a docile servant, but it's necessary! Look at me!"

And I looked... looked into those cruel eyes and felt the malice within them would be far greater than any before. Foreseeing what could be my total obliteration, I prepared to flee... but my sister... my nephew! I would have to resist... I would resist!

"Great, I always did love seeing that defiant look in your eyes, Jap, loved watching it succumb to worship and obedience... ah, don't fool yourself, those things will still be there, even greater, for they'll be sincere, but the challenge won't go away... no, it'll grow, become a self-confidence bordering on what some would call arrogance! But only those beneath us, and for you, there'll be only one above, me, Jap!"

"No... no... my name not..." I needed to cling to something, to who I was and not what Scott was trying to make me.

"Jap, it's your nickname... always has been... you don't give a shit where your ancestors are from... you're American and damn proud of it... and if some dumbass leftist tries to say anything, you either laugh at their idiocy or beat their ass... right, Jap?"

"I... I... no... I'm a... a proud..."

"Yes, a damn proud American."

"That... just a nickname... it's a nickname..."

"It's funny!"

"Funny... yeah... haha" I found myself agreeing, though inside I screamed that it wasn't right, even as my memories of time spent in Seoul during my childhood before moving to America began to blur... I... had never left the US, had I? And so what if my grandparents came from somewhere else... no... no...

"Jap, focus on me! I want you to go back to the day we first met, I have no idea when it was, but you'll certainly remember and tell me!"

"It was... in high school... gym class... I'd just moved from... where?"

"Doesn't matter, it was some American town... now what happened in that class?"

"D-dodge ball... you..."

"Ah yes, now I remember... you refused to play! And when the coach made you, I had to teach you a lesson. Know it was your fault, Jap, if you'd just shown a little grit from the start... nah... you were too good a target! But... you're shaking, man, what the fuck?!"

"I... I... I don't like remembering that..." that was one of my most hated memories, the start of my torment.

"I get it, buddy! But you... you could like it... I'm just wondering if that day you'd shown a little more machismo, things could've been different... I might've seen a bro instead of a... buddy. Ha! Probably not, but lucky for you I like your sister and she's gonna be the mother of my son so... let's just imagine that day instead of taking the first steps to becoming my buddy, you took the first steps to becoming not just my bro, but my best bro, someone worthy of caring for little Scott Jr if I'm not around!"

"What...?" What new brand of insanity was this?

"Let's go back to that day, Jap. But this time I want you to remember it correctly because on that day, you weren't a sniveling crybaby like you recall, quite the opposite. You showed up with a chip on your shoulder and challenged me! You got your ass kicked, sure, but you fought back, even managed to hit a few of my buddies, not me of course. After that, I had to teach a lesson, you remember what happened in the locker room?"

"I... no..." That hadn't happened... none of that... or had it?

"I beat the shit out of you, Jap, and along with it, gave you your nickname. You got pissed, tried to fight back, got your ass kicked some more... but in doing so, you earned something important to me and you, my respect."

"I... respect?"

"Yeah, respect, bro!" Scott replied with a grin, as if he knew very well what having his respect would change in my life, and I could feel it too, something shifting within me, alien, different...

"Of course you were still a scrawny little fucker, but you were my scrawny little fuck, my feisty little mutt, and not so little for long, am I right? 4 years of training and when necessary, a few performance-enhancing drugs made all the difference, didn't they? Soon you were almost as big as me. Course, for some things to come in, others gotta go, right? For every hour in the gym, one less studying, every party moment one less dedicated to the arts, but who cares about that, not my brother Jap, certainly!"

"I... I..." I could remember what he was talking about, hours in the gym sculpting muscle, sports teams at school, boozing with the guys, and... pranks... yeah, pranks on the nerds... the same ones who did my homework... no! No! I did my homework! I went to... "...college..."

"What about college?"

"I went... college!"

"Of course not! With our grades, bro? Never! But who needs college when you've got a body and charm like ours? You're the top salesman after me at my dad's car lot, charm and a smile getting us through, and a few sleepovers with the female clientele on the side, of course!"

"But you're with my sister now!”

"So? What she doesn't know won't hurt her, you're always saying that, bro!"

"I... no, no!" I needed to protect her from him, not this, never this!

"Yes, Jap! It was you who insisted I meet her, that I put her in her place, the annoying sister who tried to diminish you just because she went to college, who nagged you just because you were one of the guys, who never cared about academic success! You practically begged me to fix her!"

"I... I." Yes, no, protect her!!! But that's what he did, isn't it? He put her in the hands of the person he most admired, his best friend, and ensured she was... correctee! There was a place for the man and a place for the woman, and she was better with a man by her side, and so what if he sometimes strayed? A man has his needs, he himself... he had his needs... so why was Scott talking about him sleeping with clients... women...?

"Scott, I'm grateful for what you've done, you're my best friend, the only one I let call me that stupid nickname... but I... this can't be right... me sleeping... with women? You know I'm gay!"

"Again with that, Jap? We've had this conversation before. So let me reinforce one last time: you're not gay, never were! You confused the admiration you have for me, the true idolatry of my person, with homosexuality, you're not and have never been gay, the trail of women you've conquered is the biggest proof of that, isn't it?"

"I... no... NO!" The little that remained of my original self mustered one last defiant act, Scott wasn't taking this last thing from me.

"Ah but yes, you're exactly like me, Jap, identical in almost every way, always have been, always will be. You know why? Because the alternative to being my bro is being my buddy... being humiliated, crawling at my feet? Is that what you want, bro? Because I can arrange it!"

"I... I..." What more could I do? "I'm your bro, Scott."

"That's my bro!" He responded with a grin, as everything around me became a whirlwind and I felt myself change, become the man Scott wanted me to be, the last vestiges of my original self consumed in a wave of arrogance, masculinity, and power, and in the end... in the end, even that part of me liked what happened, for deep down, a more primal, animalistic part of the old me had always wanted this. Curiously, Scott himself changed before my eyes as I changed before him, becoming even larger, stronger, more handsome and dangerous, I knew this was happening because he had me, an almost-him to make him even more than he was, one feeding the other. Knowing this made me smile.

“And to think that when my sister told me she had a new boyfriend I thought I was going to have to find a way to get rid of a wimp. I'm glad that won't be necessary.”

"Me to, bro! So, Jap. What do you say about being the godfather of your sister son.?” Said Scott, smiling after repositioning himself.

“Fuck my sister, I’ll be the godfather of my best bro son!”

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A TRIP TO JAPAN Part One (F2M Bodyswap)

Kimberly had been looking forward to her homestay in Japan for months. Having finished her first year of Japanese studies, she was now fourteen years old and qualified for a special Study Swap Trip with a Japanese schoolgirl the same age as her for the summer. All the foreign language students at her high school got the chance for the Study Swap trip when they were old enough – her older sister had studied in Mexico – and Kimberly had been excited for months. Of course, she had been a little nervous about the body swap. The idea that in just a few days time she would be living in someone else’s body was really embarrassing, but she felt comforted knowing it would be a girl not too different from her. The Swap Trip Staff carefully selected matching heights, similar weights and, of course, genders for each pair as to make the transition as easy as impossible. She’d seen some pictures of her partner and sent emails back and forth with her – her partner, Saya, was really cute. Kimberly was even getting a little excited thinking about how fun it would be to spend time living Saya’s life.  

Even though her Japanese was beginner and she had problems with pronunciation and remembering all sorts of words, on the day she left for her Study Swap Trip, Kimberly felt confident and assured. She was convinced that by the time she was back from her trip, she’d be great at Japanese and know more than she could ever dream about an unfamiliar culture. It was sad and a little strange saying goodbye to her parents and big sister, but she felt okay knowing that at the very least, her body would still be there while she was away. 

At the Study Swap Trip offices, Kimberly was told about the procedure by a team of Swap Trip staff members. They explained that through advanced technology, her brain would be wired up to a Swap Machine and through a quick and painless process, her mind would be transferred to that of Saya’s in Japan. “It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes,” one of the staff members told her. “And then you’ll be all set for your homestay in Japan.”

Saya’s family would be waiting to pick her up at the Swap Trip offices in Japan and then she’d be off to living three months of her life as a schoolgirl in another country. Kimberly could hardly believe it was happening at last. She loaded into the transfer pod while a team of the staff members made adjustments on their computer. Taping some of the wires to her forehead, one of the staff members asked if she was ready.

“I’m ready,” she said. Just then, she felt a little bit of nerves. She felt for just a moment that maybe something was about to go wrong. But she told herself she was worried over nothing – the staff members had done this thousands of times before. Everything would be fine. 

“Alright then,” said the staff member, smiling. “Let’s get started.”

He walked back to the computer and made some final directions to the rest of the staff. Then the lights lowered and the sound of an enormous electric motor began. Kimberly closed her eyes, repeating to herself that it was going to be okay. 

She suddenly noticed something strange happening outside of the pod. The staff member looked panicked, and suddenly he cried, “Wait! Stop the machine, you put the wrong coordinates–”

But it was too late. A strange, electric surge ran through her and it felt as if her whole being was being sucked out of her body and shot elsewhere. When she opened her eyes again, she was somewhere else. 

–

Stepping out of the pod, she felt incredibly dizzy. “Where am I?” she asked. It took a moment for her brain to catch up with what had just happened, like she was slowly filling up with her old self. Something felt wrong – suddenly, she jolted up straight. Why was her voice so low? 

“Huh?” She asked – immediately covering her mouth in horror. Why was Saya’s voice so low and masculine? And then she felt the strength and size of the fingers gripping her face. Kimberly stretched her new arms in front of her and examined them – these were not the arms of a teenage girl. They were rough, long and laced with muscle. And on her forearms was a light dusting of stiff, black arm hair. 

She cried out, “What’s going on!” But hearing the sound of her deep voice made her feel only more frightened. “Wait, what’s happening to me!” Her masculine voice was cracking with her girlish, feminine fear. She was beginning to panic as she suddenly looked down and found that this was really no woman’s body at all. She was standing in 

She thought she was about to faint. This couldn’t be real, it had to be a bad dream. Suddenly, Swap Trip staff members were rushing to her side, trying to hold her up, repeating, “It’s okay, it’s fine. Relax, you’re okay.”

But she was not okay. She pushed them to side with one arm, horrified to find out how strong she was. It took just one push and the weak staff members stumbled back. There was a mirror in the corner, and before she knew it, she was desperately trying to race over to see what had happened to her.

But she wasn’t used to being in a body so much bigger and taller than her own. Her feet were so much more huge than her own had been that she felt as if she was trying to run in a pair of shoes several sizes too big. She tripped to the floor, crying out like the little girl that was trapped inside this man’s body. And when she looked up, she finally saw the shape of her face. 

She was a man. The thought refused to make sense to her, but she gripped her face, pushing around the new flesh and examining each detail in horrified shock. Her skin was a completely different shade, darker and warmer, she couldn’t believe this was her skin when she had been pale and white her whole life. Her eyes were so different, she noticed, the color was banished for a deep brown, and her face was so much flatter. The eyebrows were thicker than she could have ever imagined, and at first, she felt a small kick of disgust. It wasn’t just a Japanese face, she thought, it was a Japanese’s man’s face! And worst of all there was a lightly scratchy and prickly sensation around her mouth, the faint blue shadow of where facial hair had been shaved from. 

Rubbing it back and forth, choking back girlish tears, she noticed that even the shape of her fingernails were different from that of her American body’s. The fingernails were flat, long and strong, and the masculine fingers were laced with muscle and firmness. She even noticed a few long black hairs around her knuckles and wrists as her powerful hands flexed across her face. “No, no!” she cried. “This isn’t happening!” 

The Staff looked on in shock. This young girl was stuck in a 24 year old man’s body, a whole ten years older than her and having already gone through puberty. But to them, it looked like a normal Japanese man had lost his mind as he cried and rubbed his face before the mirror. 

Of course, this wasn’t just a normal Japanese man’s body. As Kimberly touched the surprisingly stiff and straight black hair on her head, shocked by its hardness, she noticed that the robe the body had been dressed in had come slightly undone, revealing a view into the strength of her upper body. She was extremely fit, her muscles were protruding in a way that felt almost vulgar to her – it looked like what girls imagined the hottest man possible might be. It was horrifying enough to see that her previously nicely shaped, small breasts had been replaced by two powerful plates of muscle, but what she was truly shocked by was just how strong and powerful she felt, even slumped over the floor. This was no normal man’s body. 

She was just beginning to notice that the very insides of her body felt entirely different, too. It was almost impossible to handle and she felt as if she might pass out at any moment – but her she felt as if her guts were moving differently inside of her, producing more gas, behaving strangely, and worst of all, she felt very intensely aware of something between her legs. Her new male body seemed to be calling all the attention to the organ hanging off her crotch, like the entire point of her being was focussed on what she knew must be her penis. 

She caught only just a sight of it when she finally fainted.

–

When Kimberly woke up, the staff explained to her what had happened. The coordinates of her pair had been miswritten and by a freak accident, her and her partner Saya had both been swapped into another pair of nearby users. As it turns out, two Olympians were also scheduled for a switch at the same time, and due to a mistake, they had been confused. 

“So there’s a man in my body right now!?” she screamed. It didn’t matter at all that she was now residing inside a mature, developed man – she still spoke like the immature teenage girl she was. 

She demanded they change her back and solve the problem, but as the staff explained, it was extremely dangerous to put the mind through more than one swap every few months at risk of hurting the brain. She would have to wait it out. 

At the thought of this, she began to cry. “I want my mom and dad,” she cried. “I want to go home! Send me home!” Her big body was rocking back and forth, weeping, begging for her parents. 

They gave her a special ID card that had the original name of her body’s printed on it in kanji – Arai Atsushi. It had a picture of the man’s smiling face and all the details of his body, how much he weighed, his height and blood type, all in Japanese. And on the back of the card was a sticker featuring a picture of her original face and name in english. She wanted to cry – whenever she showed anyone this card, they would think she was this man and not really her. Everyone would see her as a man, she thought, it’s not fair!

They told her it was time to meet her host family. Scold barely manage to pull herself together, so horrified by what had happened to her. And now she had to interact with people who would look at her like she was a man!

There was a 17 year old girl, Maya, and a mother and father in the family. Despite all her studies, Kimberly had never wanted to speak Japanese in her whole life, looking at the new family as they awkwardly stared at her. 

She tried her best, choking back tears, “Ha- Ha— hajime…mashite,” she said. Despite her native, male Japanese body, the words came out just like a foreigner girl struggling to speak the language. The body of the strong male olympic swimmer said, “Kimberly…desu…” She could tell her host sister was trying not to laugh as she watched what she perceived to be a fully grown Japanese man introduce himself in such broken, girly Japanese. She did cry then, just a little. Some of the passerbys on the street noticed what they thought to be a man crying and looked awkwardly away as her girly sobs escaped her lips. It was so humiliating that Kimberly couldn’t dare to speak for the entire car ride to her new home. 

And it only became more humiliating. She felt an unfamiliar sensation in the base of her gut. Although she was trying everything in her power not to think about her new penis (just the word passing through her brain made her blush red with embarrassment), she was beginning to notice a distinct and unfamiliar feeling deep inside her. “What’s happening to me,” she thought. She wondered if she was sick, or if something had gone wrong. Everything was tightening and it suddenly became as if a great pressure was wrapped around her body. 

It was becoming unbearable when she realized – this is what it felt like when a man had to pee. She couldn’t believe it felt so different, she had no idea what to do. She realized if she didn’t say anything, something terrible would happen. 

Desperately and on the verge of tears, she stuttered, “Sumima… Excuse me… sumimasen, ummm,” she had to pee so badly she was shaking in her seat. Is this what it really feels like when men have to go to the bathroom? She was trying to remember the words she wanted to say when she realized it was too late, and a feeling of relief came over her as an extremely warm gush of piss began to wet her shorts. 

Kimberly hadn’t pissed herself in her entire teenage life. Not since she was a child, but now powerless in how to control her body, she couldn’t help it. She was surprised, sitting in the carseat, to realize just how good it felt to let it all – the sensation totally different from that of how it was when she was a girl. Her face had broken into a satisfied, relieved grin as she contemplated how long it was taking her to empty it all out. She was so relieved after waiting, uncertain for so long, that she hadn’t even been able to remember where she was. 

And then she opened her eyes and realized what had happened. Her shorts, the strong thighs bursting out from them and the entire seat were covered in urine. It was in such a dark shape and so wet that it revealed the entire shape of her new penis through the fabric of her clothes. “No…” she muttered in English. “No… no no…”  Her host family was staring at her in shock – looking at what they imagined as a grown man now soaked with pee like a little girl. The smell was pungent and strong – even in her terror, Kimberly noticed as well – and nobody could say a word. It was too much. She was so embarrassed she couldn’t cry, or speak, she simply covered her face with her huge hands and tried to make herself as small as possible. 

For her first few days, she could do nothing but stay in bed and cry. She had turned the mirror around, trying to forget her new body and she refused to leave her room to faced with her host family – only leaving when she was certain no one would bother her to hurry to the bathroom so she could awkwardly try and piss. She sat on the toilet – just like she had when she was a girl – and quietly cried when she struggled to aim her new penis correctly into the toilet. More than once, she missed as she sat and accidentally sprayed urine onto the floor, crying even more as she had to clean it up with toilet paper. 

But even lying in bed, trying to do absolutely nothing at all as if she could forget what body she was trapped in that way, Kimberly was constantly reminded that she was now living inside of a man. There were so many foreign details about her bodily experience that so much as just shifting in bed reminded her of every new, unfamiliar feature. And it all disgusted her. She sometimes felt the bristle of her stiff armpit hair, so different from what she had ever seen on white people before. With a morbid curiosity, she touched and stroked it, then recoiled away in disgust with herself. She did the same with the blue shadow of facial hair that could feel, subconsciously rubbing it out of shock before realizing what she was doing and leaping away, trying to stop herself. A few times, she had even caught herself scratching her balls… what she wanted to forget about most, what she wanted to remember least. 

The thing she really noticed was how hungry she was. Never before had she felt an appetite like this before – it was nearly unfathomable. Her female body never demanded such absurd amounts food, but this man’s physiognomy seemed to only think about eating more and more. When her homestay mother left out rice, miso soup and whatever else was for dinner outside Kimberly’s door, she would eat through the whole plate like an animal, shoving the rice with her hands and drinking the entire bowl of soup in one slurp. And she would still be hungry. This too made her upset, because she was too embarrassed to ask in Japanese for more food and even more embarrassed that this man’s body was so desperate to eat. When she let out a powerful burp after slamming through her food, she was so humiliated she could hardly imagine ever leaving the room she had locked herself in. 

One of the worst sensations of her body was the smell. Since she refused to be naked or take a shower, too embarrassed by her new body, she had gathered an intense body odor. The scent of her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The sweat gathered between her ballsack and her muscular thighs, between her hairy armpits and biceps, between both of her ass cheeks produced a smell that was utterly confusing to her. When she first noticed it, she was disgusted. How could a human being smell like this, she thought. It was different from the smell of men back in America, different from women, she had never smelled a Japanese body before let alone that of a man's.

She would pinch her nose and dread, knowing that eventually she would have to take a shower and look at her whole naked body, the horrible thing between her legs. It didn't even occur to her that the masculine scent was so strong that outside of the room her host family had given her, everyone could notice the smell seeping out from underneath the door. 

And after long enough of lying in the bed, burying her face in the sheets, she began without thinking, to stick her manly fingers into her pits and bring the scent to her nose. She hadn't meant to, but she was somehow intrigued by the foreign scent. More and more, she started rubbing the sweaty parts of her body -- not as sweaty as an american body she thought, but still sweaty nonetheless -- and smelling it. 

She realized she liked the scent of her own body. It was so virile and masculine, it was so strong and full bodied. The thought disgusted her. What's wrong with me, she thought. This is all wrong! But even as she tried to stop, she realized a few moments later that she was rubbing her fingers around her dick and sniffing the smell over and over again.

And then she realized something truly terrible. Smelling herself over and over again had made her feel funny. It was an impossible to describe feeling, and she was both fascinated and disgusted by it. It was like a big swelling, like a big intense ball forming inside of her. And it was forming inside of her dick. 

After gathering enough courage, she looked down and saw that her penis was hard. It was the first time she had looked at it, and she was surprised to realize she was not afraid. She was interested. Her dick was long and strong and curved in a strange way... she had seen pictures of penises before but never a real one. She thought that she should be disgusted, but she wasn't. It felt good to look at it, hard and standing up, and the more she looked at it, the harder and stronger it stood up. Yeah, she thought, it feels so... good to look at this. It feels good to... have this? she thought.

No! She thought. This isn't right, she told herself, I'm not a man. I don't want to have a penis! She covered herself back up with the sheets and tried to forget, but she couldn't stop thinking about her cock. The male hormones coursing through her made it so even as she fought desperately not to, all she could think about was her big dick and how good it felt when it was hard and standing up. She didn't want to look at it, but she couldn't stop herself from rubbing her cock against the bed. She was bucking and grinding against the bed sheets, realizing it felt too good. The hormones flooding her brain stopped her from questioning it -- yes, she thought, this feels so good! I want to feel like this all the time! -- and as she rubbed her dick into the bed, practically fucking it, she felt the feeling get even more intense. She had no control over her body, she was mindlessly giving into the primal male urges her female body was possessed by, until she suddenly exploded into the bedsheets.

She was so out of breath, so shocked by the sensation, that she had hardly realized what had happened until she woke up the next morning and found a mysterious, white sticky substance caked to her pelvis and the bed sheets. The whole room smelled funny and salty (of course, everyone else in the house had noticed) and she was struck with guilt and disgust. She cried, looking at the mess, and used the old shirt her host father had given her, to clean it up. But the scent wouldn't go away.

It was later that night as she cried, hoping the feeling she had was experienced would never come back, that she realized this salty, manly smell was just as interesting as the sweaty smell of her body. Coyly, she left the bed, went to the corner of the room and picked up the shirt covered in semen. She rose it to her nose and sniffed -- immediately, she felt the beginning of that strange feeling she had felt before.

And that's when she caught her reflection in the mirror. He had been so afraid to look at herself, but now, feeling the excitement of the cum filling her nostrils and the strange sensation of the male body, she realized that she was... hot. Of course she had noticed the bulbous muscles spread across her form, but now she couldn't stop herself from looking closely. She took off her shirt and flexed her muscles, gazing into the reflection.

I can't believe this is really me.... she thought. She leaned in closer and flexed harder, spreading her biceps and rubbing her pecs. She suddenly understood the body she was trapped in was giving her the same horny feeling she had felt the night before.

It was so exciting and so intense to see this male body under her control that she couldn't stop herself this time, she ripped her shorts off and immediately began touching herself in the mirror. Her hormones and sex drive -- that of a virile young man -- were totally in control of the fourteen year old girl. Every ripple in her muscled body, the stinking scent of cum and sweat, the handsome and chiseled face of a real athlete, all of it only made the strange new sex organ belonging to her more firm and desperate to cum. Without thinking, she knew what to do: she grabbed the flesh of her meaty dick and rubbed it as fast as she could. It didn't take long as she watched the meat on her chest jiggle up and down and as her mind cleared of all feminine restraint: she came all over the mirror looking at herself, at this man's body. 

Looking at the mirror stained in cum, Kimberly realized something truly disturbing was happening to her. She was afraid and disturbed and repulsed by what she had done, but somewhere deep inside of her, she knew this was going to happen again and again...

[buffcontrol]

anyone want to discord rn? send me your username let's chat 🤪

[transformhim]

‘Fuck yeah! 3 eggplants! O-Ohhh yeahhhh.... Holy shit, I’m like double my former size! That’s good... but not good enough... More...’ Terry thought as the “🍆🍆🍆” flashed across the slot screen and he reached inside his sweats to feel his meat swell, thicken, and snake out further from his crotch as he hit a highly desired roll on the slot machine. He couldn’t help but keep pumping his meat, lost in the ecstasy, when he saw a cocktail waiter walk near his row.

They made slight eye contact and the cocktail water grinning with a blush, averting his gaze as Terry did the same and yanked his hands out of his sweats, each of them trying to conceal a boner. The cocktail water passed by him, off to help another patron with a drink order, and Terry couldn’t help but check out his pert, round, swaying ass. He shook his head of his lust and got back to his game. ‘Cute guy,’ Terry thought, ‘cute guy, nice pecs, nice ass...’ In the next second, a pair of hands slid out from under his arms, one swinging around to grip one of his newly swollen pecs and squeeze his nipples, one reaching down to cup his new package.

“You keep winning rounds like that, and I’ll give you the grand prize later,” he heard a rich, sultry voice right next to his ear, tinged with an English accent.

Terry looked behind him once the hands were gone and watched as the cocktail waiter walked away, his huge round ass not even jiggling with each step. He turned around meeting eyes with Terry and winked, and continued going about his business. Terry only just noticed that there was a small square napkin in his lap, and on the napkin was an unfamiliar phone number, but he could only guess the source. Well shit, now he HAD to keep winning!

Terry had been at the slots all day, gaining some, losing some, but undoubtedly addicted to the rush of the win. Gambling had always been a nasty habit for Terry, but the addition of life-altering slot machines at his favorite casino really changed things. People would come to the casino with their life’s savings, ready to put it all on the line and hope the odds were in their favor. Terry had seen feeble old dudes on deaths door saunter out of the casino as young, tall, and jacked virile alphas with a guy and a girl under each arm... but at the same time, he’d also seen young dudes hoping to stack on some easy muscle exit the casino as fat old slobs.

So far, the odds were in Terry’s favor. There were only a few times where he lost on a bet and suffered the feeling of his youth and his strength drain out of him, but he had more than enough wins at that point for it to be nothing other than a minor setback. Rolling the “🍆🍆🍆” and getting very directly hit on by one of the casino’s hot piece of ass cocktail waiters was motivation enough for Terry to press on.

Terry kept hitting the button to roll, being pleasantly thrilled by the “🥩🥩🥩” and the “🍑🍑🍑” and the “💪💪💪” and the “🐺🐺🐺” combinations his bets would produce. After each win, he would feel that orgasmic rush flow through his body and feel himself expand more and more and more beyond his limits. His ass was perfectly sculpted, his body was getting stronger and stronger, his attractiveness was beyond model-quality, and he could feel himself acquiring a more and more confident and alpha cockiness.

During his moment of self-admiration and worship, he was shocked out of his trance by a mechanical trilling and frantic arcade music filling the room. He surveyed the room to see what was up and his eyes landed on a flashing “JACKPOT!!!” sign above one of the slot machines.

“I won! Fuck yeah, I won!!” some young, twiggy guy with a thick, southern twang was excitedly hopping up and down, cheered on by his small group of friends. They were clearly his buds from college, maybe friends from his dormitory hallway. They had to have been out celebrating his 21st birthday; coming to Las Vegas was a popular option for a lot of kids, since the drinks were cheap on account of the hotels thinking that you’ll spend most of your money at their casinos.

“Oooh, uh fuck... mmmppppfff.....” he bent over the slot machine as his friends continued to cheer him on. His arms began to bubble and bulge as he gripped onto the machine, his back, ass, and legs began to look like they contained rolling, boiling water inside them as they got thicker and thicker. As he was swelling, his body began emitting an aroma that could only be described as pure sex, reaching across the room to Terry and instantly making his newly huge dick go rock hard. “RRRNNGG, FUCK boys, look at this!!” As his scent pervaded the large casino main floor, he began lurching higher and higher past his former height, getting taller and taller with each passing second, turning his once-baggy black shirt into a crop top while his skinny shorts had long ago burst and given way to a gray pair of boxer briefs that were being stretched beyond their limit by his swelling muscles underneath. His buds had to take some steps away to accommodate the giant hunk their friend was becoming. “HOOOOOLY SHIT GUYS, uuuggghhh fuck! OOOooh this feels so.. fuckin’... good!!” His vocalizations became deeper and deeper as he grew larger, and his shirt and boxer briefs finally gave up and burst into shreds, his enormous, heaving chest finally freed and his growing, massive cock springing up and slapping stiffly and wetly against his cobblestone abs. He took a giant hand and started pumping himself, as his body continued pulsing larger and larger and his moans mixed with the frantic arcade music of the jackpot, his cock now nearing 14 inches and his huge, pendulous balls slapping against his tree trunk thighs. He kept bucking his hips in the air, and once he capped off around 8 feet tall and over 600 lbs. of pure muscle, he let out a thunderous, animalistic roar and came buckets all over himself and his friends.

Frenzied applause broke out over the crowd as he collected himself and grinned wildly at the spectacularness of his beauty and the adoration from the casino floor. He and his friends decided to call it a night and started walking off, several of them worshipping him as they walked and feeling him up whatever way they could. Terry knew by the way his friends were following them that this was going to quickly turn into an orgy once they returned to their room.

Terry decided to call it for the night. He knew how rarely—if ever—multiple people scored a jackpot in one night, regardless of the casino. Oh well, he still had a damn good night. He pulled out his phone and fished out from his pocket the napkin left by the twunk cocktail waiter. It was soggy for some reason? He looked down and noticed that his green sweats were soaked with pre on one side, thanks to the display from across the room. Guess these are now the consequences of living with a massive cock. He shrugged and sent a text:

• Still interested? 😏

He locked his phone and waited for a response. He looked down and noticed a stray token left by someone on the ground below him. Terry was quite surprised he hadn’t noticed such a thing earlier! One more for the road? Sure, why not.

He put the surprise token in and hit the spin button. His phone buzzed and he looked down at the reply:

• Meet me outside at the pool bar. Hope that thing can still fit in my rubbers 😜💦

He grinned down at the response, feeling himself grow stiff yet again. He was too distracted by his phone to see the wheels land on “😈” in a diagonal X across the screen and was only shocked back to reality when his machine let out mechanical trilling and frantic arcade music pierced his ear drums. Terry looked up confused and his heart sank. Splayed across the screen: “JACKPOT!!!”

“No fucking way!!”

“Another one!?”

“Dude, look at you, you’re gonna be a fucking god!!”

Guys were surrounding Terry as the whole casino floor looked over in his direction in thrilled surprise. He was still leaned back in his chair, in sheer disbelief at what was happening! A jackpot?? At this size?! He was going to break every fucking record. A childish grin peeled across his face. His bulging body began to bulge further outwards and he could hear the threads on his already skin tight clothing beginning to snap and pop. He could feel his body pulsing larger and larger, and a plume of his intense stench emanated from an unknown source. The guys next to him buckled their knees and came immediately, overpowered by Terry’s mind-altering musk, and he heard guys all over the floor release powerful moans as the same thing happened to them. He smirked cockily and lifted up his arms to fold behind his head, exposing his pits and intensifying his scent. He could feel his body pulsing harder, harder, harder as he started to rise and swell in his sitting position, the chair creaking under him. His clothes burst off of him as onlookers piled over and began worshiping his growing body. He was already well past the size and height of the college boy before him, and he was only getting started! Would he even be able to stand up to leave the room??

None of that mattered now. He was going to be a fucking titan among men. He let out a low, guttural, deep giggle, making the room shake and his worshipers giggle along with him. The cocktail waiter twunk was going to have a big, big surprise in a couple of minutes.

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My friends are obsessed with TikTok and are trying to get me into it. It’s just so boring to me. Can you show me what’s so appealing about it?

You sit on your bed and tap download.

God, you’re downloading TikTok. You almost feel ashamed just from downloading it, you can’t lie. You tried to avoid the app for years now. But after your friends’ insistent nagging, you finally gave in.

You open up the app and begin to scroll; video of a guy dancing, dog video, video of girl dancing, video of friends dancing.

“Okay, so it’s just dancing...” You continue scrolling as a feeling of disappointment washes over you. “That’s it?”

You toss your phone down onto your bed and let out a sigh. The generic TikTok song continues to play on a 30 second loop.

*IM GETTING RIPPED TONIGHT. RIP-*

“Shut up!” You reach over and aggressively press your phone’s off button.

“I wish I knew what people liked so much about this stupid app” You sigh. “It’s just an app for dumb idiots”

Suddenly, a dark dizziness creeps over your eyes. You instinctively grab your head as your world rotates around you.

You black out.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your alarm clock rings. You awake suddenly. Your head aching from the night before. You must have blacked out for the entire night. How weird... you weren’t that tired when you fell asleep. Maybe you fainted?

You hit your alarm clock on it’s head and reach for your phone. In its dark reflection, you see something frightening. You see a stranger staring back at you. A blonde boy with striking eyebrows and plump wet lips. He looks no older than 20. His nose is fat and round and his lower face is covered in patchy stubble. He looks nothing like a dark haired 30 year old man... he look’s nothing like... you.

You throw the phone down once again, feeling so strange. You look down to see your body had altered too. Your beefy hairy 30 year old body has changed. You have muscles now. Hairless muscle. Perfectly sculpted abs and soft round pecs. You notice you can’t feel your cock running against your leg anymore. Shocked, you throw your bedsheets away from you, showcasing your new cock.

Your once 7 inch cock looked sizeably smaller. It had shrunk to about 3 inches. But, it was a lot thicker than before. As thick as a beer can. Endless streams of precum leak from its sensitive head. You feel as though you could just cum all over yourself. Shoot a thick fat load which would spray all over your new fuckable dicksucking lips. Surprisingly, you feel extremely confident about your small thick cock. You always have been. You love wearing grey sweatpants with no underwear, putting your precummy boner on full display for your audience. You furrow your new thick brow in confusion. Audience? What... what’s happening?

You suddenly realise what is happening as your brain begins to adjust to the altered reality. You’re becoming what you wished for... someone who loves TikTok. And in this case, it’s a slutty 20 year old fuckboy.

You leap out of bed, feeling two heavy globes bounce behind you. You look over your shoulder to see your ass had grown over night. Your wobbly cheeks jiggle with every movement, like two heavy water balloons. As you take a step forwards, they clapped making your fat 3 inch cock rock hard.

“God, i’m such a fucking himbo. People gotta see how fat my ass is huhuhu” You dumbly chuckle and smack your fat fuckable ass.

You open your phone and immediately open up TikTok. You perfectly position the camera on your bedside table and begin recording.

You bounce your juicy globes, getting hard just thinking about how many men will use you as jack-off material. That’s all you are to them. Living porn. Something that they can shoot their load to and make cum tributes of. A part of you liked being seen that way. Seen as lesser. Not deserving of common human decency. Not deserving of respect. You want to be treated like an inflatable fucktoy. Like a human fleshlight. Because that’s what you are.

You enjoyed getting harassed in the comment section, receiving comments like:

“God, you’re just an inflatable fucktoy come to life aren’t you. Just a walking sex doll, ready to be used at any moment. I want to dump my load in you, baby”

“You better hope I don’t see you in public boy. Cause if I do, I’ll rip those clothes right off you and fuck you right there, for everyone to see”

“I want to impregnate you as you call me Daddy. I’m coming for that perfect tight pussy boy. You can’t escape me.”

Each comment inflates your body just a small bit more. It fills your fat cheeks, grows your thick pecs and empties your dumb little brain. Maybe that’s why it makes you so happy, hmm?

That’s it boy, give into your instincts. Post multiple times a day. Invite people to make suggestive comments about your fuckable body. Make men so horny that they have no choice but to jerk off to you. And maybe if you do, you might become the biggest most fuckable dumb slut on TikTok.

That’s it boy. Show off that body to those 2 million followers. Mmmmm, I can definitely see you’re enjoying TikTok now...

[buffcontrol]

i have dozens of screenshotted photos of a really hot local bodybuilder guy not really on the public scene i want to distribute to a blog or something. do any of y’all have a recommendation for what kind of blogs/people post that kind of content?

[buffcontrol]

New Short Story: “Athleticism”

(Female to male bodyswap, race change)

Sora watched with disappointment as all of her friends were accepted to universities on prestigious sports scholarships. She hadn’t received even one letter of admission and time was nearly up — all of her girlfriends had already decided on where they were going. They were all off to schools in Seoul and Busan and a few were even going overseas to study. Meanwhile, Sora had failed so far to get into even her own community college. She was humiliated.

Her grades had never been so good. Throughout senior high school, she had been preoccupied with boys, mostly — shopping to find more attractive dresses, studying makeup tips on Youtube and going on as many dates as she could. She never had the energy to study with the amount of time she spent running out to cafes and practicing her eyeliner in the mirror. It resulted in a boyfriend at least, but even he had kicked her to the curb one he got his admission letter. She was utterly dejected.

If only she had tried a little harder at volleyball, she thought. It wasn’t that difficult. And her friends going to university on athletic scholarships weren’t even that much better than she was. If she had just applied herself, practiced a little more, her grades wouldn’t have mattered and she would be off to university with her boyfriend in tow. But that dream was over: she hadn’t been good enough at volleyball, she hadn’t been smart enough and all she had gotten from her high school career was an expensive wardrobe and some makeup skills.

Maybe she’d end up being an esthetician, she thought. That wouldn’t be so bad… But she felt tears welling up as she longed for the life her friends had. “I wish I was more athletic,” she moaned.

She hadn’t imagined that some cosmic force might have been listening. That fate was ready to intervene. She hadn’t even thought of what she was saying when things started to change.

Sora was lying on her bed and attempting to stifle her tears when she felt a sudden heat swill through her skin. It was like a fever had suddenly loosed from her bones and submerged her whole body. And the sensation began to grow hotter from the base of her slender, white feet.

They were getting bigger. She hadn’t noticed at first, her eyes welled with the residue of her crying, but as she sat up straight and wiped at her face, she saw her toes beginning to expand inside her little pink socks, decorated with flowers and cherry blossoms.

The feeling began to quickly rush up from her feet and over her calves and lower legs. They were expanding, pushing out into lengthier, sturdier limbs as they enlarged over the end of her bed. Soon her new, meaty soles would touch the floor of her room. A sharp pricking revealed the emergence of dark, brown hair slowly beginning to line her entire legs before a set of rough, burly toes ripped from her pink floral socks.

“What’s— what’s happening to… me,” she asked in fear. But the words were hard to remember. It was like her native Korean was becoming more of a second language. “What… this is?”

She clapped a hand to her mouth. The voice didn’t sound like hers. And why was she speaking as if she only knew as much Korean as a foreigner? The fear coursing through her only became more dramatic as she felt the the width of her fingers inflate one by one as they grew thicker and burlier covering the entire width of her face, little knots of hair sprouting around her knuckles and the back of her wrists.

She needed to get up. She needed help, she thought. Something was seriously wrong. She stumbled up from her bed, finding her legs so clumsily long and thick with new muscle she could not operate them properly. She stumbled like a lost bird before toppling to the ground where she watched her legs grow into two overlong hunks of flesh. Even her calves had become radically pronounced and bulbous as if spheres of sheer muscle had been planted inside them, and her thighs were suddenly ripped with wedges and valleys of defined bulk. And they were so wide — they seemed almost double the size of her waist. With a final push out, they desecrated the last of her skirt, leaving her lace panties exposed while hair began to crawl further up her thighs.

Sora could only scream like a little girl, but she found that the voice erupting from her throat was low and gravel-like. Rocky and deep. It was no longer her voice, it was that of a man’s and one that did not belong to her. She covered her round lips with her strapping, wide palms, just to discover even her forearms were growing blocky with muscle. She didn’t even know muscles like that existed. And as it rose around the bones in her arms, stretching and pulling in new directions, she saw her skin was taking on a decidedly lighter tone. It spread from her fingernails and into her plump fingers before racing up her arms: becoming white.

Watching the changes take her body, she was overwhelmed with the tremendous weight possessing her upper arms. Her biceps pushed up so quickly they ripped through her school uniform, shredding the fabric and leaving her embarrassingly exposed. Despite being alone in the room, she sheepishly tried to cover herself up somehow, hide herself from the humiliation of how much of her body was visible. But her arms were such an absurd and lewd size at this point, it was no use; no matter how she adjusted her swelling arms, they revealed a wild thickness and muscle.

Her chest, too, was expanding. She had nice sized breasts — it was always what she received compliments on from boys — but the weight accumulating in her upper body was different from before. It popped the last buttons of her uniform and revealed her pink bra beneath where she found the bouncy flesh of her chest replaced with broad sinews of strength. Her nipples shrank and centered into a symmetrical face.

And across her new broad chest came a quickly encroaching layer of light hair. She cried out again, her voice even more masculine than before, as she desperately tried to swipe away at the new hair. It only grew thicker as she itched at it in place.

Her neck grew wider as her spine readjusted to fit her strange new height. Her countenance was changing too, she could feel her mouth getting wider and her lips thickening into a straighter, more square shape. Her petite, button like nose became broad and demanding as the nasal tissue stiffened, and her brow dropped and dug toward the lower half of her face. In her closet mirror, she watched as her jaw became rectangular and cut with the appearance of facial hair that immediately sickened her with disgust. Her small and delicate face was gone: staring back at her was a freakish foreigner bodybuilder. Finally, her long black haircut shriveled up into a tight brown crop as her eyelids unfolded and the muscles across her face realigned. She tried to think of how to say help in Korean — the word was totally vanished from her mind. Instead was a different word which echoed around with a startling familiarity. “Hilfe!” she sobbed. Tears bobbed down her big, boyish face. “Hilf mir!”

Cowering and beginning to cry in horror at what had happened to her, she awkwardly stood and walked in her usual dainty fashion toward the mirror. She had trained herself to walk with her hips, one foot in front of the other, which looked horribly ridiculous in the six foot four frame of this man she had come to inhabit. She’d been a whole foot shorter before.

“Ew…” she muttered, examining the hair stricken across her handsome face. And that was before she noticed the sudden musky smell of sweat move up from her exposed armpits. When she looked down to examine them, she nearly jumped in horror at the amount of wiry hair springing from them.

“This can’t be me…” she said, “this can’t be happening.” It wasn’t until she had finished speaking in her dumb, bro-like voice that she realized none of the words parting her lips were in Korean. What language was it? The words were masculine and brutish -- and she realized, she was speaking German. She panicked as she tried to find any Korean words in her brain and only a horrendously pronounced “annyeonghaseyo” spittled out.

As she was pulling on the features of her face, cringing at the horrible scent of man spiraling up from her, she felt a sudden transformation in the heat in her body. It began to concentrate all at one point, just beneath her stomach, punctuated with a stiff valley of abdominal muscles. The feeling was just beneath it, hotter than before, as if she was incinerating right there. At the crotch.

She stared into the mirror and watched as her lace panties quickly began to fill with the round head of a tremendous white cock. She nearly screamed again, except for that  as she opened har mouth to, the sensation was flushed with extraordinary pleasure. She felt all of her sexual organs push into a new shape as they seemed to exit her body and manifest in the sensitive rod of her new genitals. And they kept expanding until the lace panties were so stretched with flesh she thought they would rip too. Balls descended from her, also scattered with hair, and she felt an entirely new sensation as blood rushed into this strange, massive thing between her thick highs which shot up straight. She was hard as fuck. Her dick finally popped up from the base as an intimidating 10 inch monster against her obliques.

Sora looked into the mirror with shock. She had become truly athletic. She thought: I got what I wanted. The feeling of accepting this truth was unlike anything she had ever felt as her two slabs of pectoral muscle overworked her little pink bra and her new cock throbbed against the bottom of her panties. She moaned: her voice still inflected with a feminine tone as her cry of pleasure came out more like a woman’s whine. She was overwhelmed, but she knew she had to do something with all of this pleasure.

She threw herself on her bed and desperately began to work her cock. It was intuitive: up and down with her hand. She fingered her nipples with her free hand and pressed her pecs together as if they were still made from the breast tissue she had possessed before. She had loved having her breasts played with during sex: this was altogether a different feeling, but the sensitivity radiating in her nipples was enough to make her buck in place. It was a strange feeling, she thought, the pleasure was so much stronger and stranger. As she moaned and squirmed on the bed, her sprawling back and thick, firm ass slicked with sweat, an incredible intensity seized her unlike anything she had ever felt before. For a moment, she was horrified, she thought she might die as her cock suddenly exploded with semen. She was coated in it: with no idea how to control her ejaculation, her cute pink sheets and her 

Weeping in a bizarre guilt and terror, she found the only thing in her closet that would fit her: a baggy dress she had thought was once stylishly oversized. The dress that had been large on her small body now bunched up at her huge chest, so tight her new arms split a seem. Her enormous dick and balls gorged on the material and were totally visible through the white clothes as she marched downstairs for help.

Her family was preparing for dinner. They gasped and screamed as a lumbering German man appeared, crying in a feminine tone at odds with its bovine pitch: “Was ist mit mir passiert? Was ist mit mir passiert?!”

Her family had been shocked by the transformation, but not entirely surprised. Once they had worked out what had ahppened, they said this kind of thing had occurred in their family before, ancestors previously randomly taken by the power of a misplaced wish. Accepting their daughter’s fate, they began to help Sora adjust to her new life. It was extraordinarily difficult with the new language barrier — Sora had to relearn Korean from the ground up and could only express the most basic of desires. Her father had to teach her how to properly wash beneath her balls after she had showed up to breakfast one morning disgusting with musk. Shaving had been a nightmare. She could hardly figure it out, and after not too long she gave up on getting rid of her body hair. She surrendered to the tangle of pit hair and curls across her chest and groin, though she continued to try and lop at the patches of masculine hair on her face. And though it had taken her a great deal of practice, at least she no longer had to sit to piss on the toilet anymore, she had figured out how to pee standing up. She was slowly figuring out how to adapt to this new world.

Wrecked with shame and embarrassment at her ridiculous new form, she was most disgusted to discover how often her new body needed release. Every morning she woke up in the too-small girly pajamas she insisted on wearing with her titanic dick raging and desperate to cum. Her attempts to ignore her new sex drive were in vain: if she neglected her dick for too long, it began getting hard at any moment and leaking with pre-cum.  She couldn’t believe this is what men had to put up with, and twice daily she woefully turned her attention to masturbating, clumsily whacking her dick around until it finally came and surrendered for a time being.

But the one thing that hadn’t changed was her desire for men. Now, only she had to cater to a different crowd. She had wondered at first if the change might make her into a straight man, but she found she was now even more desperate for male attention. She was wildly lonely, only having her teddy-bear for company. The same bear she’d had since she was a child.

Her desire for a man only increased as time went on. She could hardly take the shocked stares she received from other Koreans when she went out in public -- she wanted to scream “I’m the same as you!” despite knowing she was not at all -- but she desperately needed to find someone to give her what she needed. Occasionally, she’d notice other men ogling her body, watching her closely as her girly walk shook her hips and ass as she awkwardly tried to move. 

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she looked up the closest gay bar. She went by herself, sneaking out after her parents went to sleep, and wandered in with her feminine canter and shyness as she blushed and kept her head down. But all eyes were on her. When finally a handsome foreigner came up to her and asked her if she wanted to go home with him, she realized at last why she had wanted to become athletic. As he sucked her dick in his dirty, tiny apartment, she felt an unbelievable pleasure for the first time. She thought, this is why I wanted to be athletic. 

She came with an obscene geyser of cum into the foreigner’s mouth, and she thought that maybe this had been a blessing all along. 

[buffcontrol]

NEW STORY: Lust for an Idol 

(inanimate transformation, domination, brainless, feet) 

When you’re an idol in one of the most popular Kpop groups on Earth, finding pussy isn’t a problem. Shownu’s problem was having too much of it. After every concert and meet and greet, women were throwing themselves at his body. He couldn’t blame them -- a strict workout regimen and harsh diet gave him a physique to die for. With a supple musculature lining his already broad and masculine features, Shownu found women begging for his cock without so much as having to blink. 

And it got boring. Women were always the same, he thought. They sucked him off for awhile, let him pound it in missionary and then got clingy, begging over Line to meet up again. What he really wanted was someone to worship his body and appreciate his strength. Do what he told them to do. He knew he was a powerful beast of a man, and he wanted someone who recognized that. 

After years on the idol scene, he knew women were never going to provide what he wanted so bad. It was when a foreigner in the audience met him after a show that things started to change. 

The white, skinny American was as red as sunset as he shook Shownu’s meaty hands.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” the boy stuttered. “I’m-- I’m a big fan.”

As the boy awkwardly laughed, Shownu tightened his grip on the tiny little fingers. He flashed his signature grin and watched as the boy melted in his palms. Almost literally: a supreme surge of heat flushed through his skin as he got more embarrassed. Right away, Shownu knew that this kid was gay. 

He used his best English to ask him, “I am your favorite, member, right?”

The boy trembled even more. “Of course!”

“Why do you like me?”

“Well, I... I just...”

And Shownu leaned close to the twink’s ear, murmuring, “It’s because you like my body, don’t you? You like all my muscles?”

The kid was so taken aback he could barely reply. He only nodded as vigorously as he could, bright red and quivering in shock. Shownu felt a flood of arousal at the reaction he produced in this lonely, gay little loser.

“Well, if you like my body so much, come to my place tonight at 11 and prove it,” he said. He wrote down his hotel room number on the back of the picture he had signed, winking and slapping the kid hard on the shoulder as he turned to the next desperate fan.

And as expected, right at eleven o'clock the kid showed up. When Shownu opened the door, he almost laughed at the twink's inferior frame. He was totally dwarfed beneath his massive shadow. Not unattractive, but totally unremarkable. And so skinny. His arms were as thick as twigs and Shownu's forearms alone nearly outsized the boy's waist. Pathetic, he thought. 

He pointed into the hotel room and watched the boy awkwardly shuffle in. Shownu immediately took him by the shoulders and seized him: "Tell me how much you like this body."

"You're so sexy," he said. Shownu could already feel the boy's minuscule, stiff dick press against his leg. "You're... you're so big."

"Yeah? Tell me what you like best."

The nervousness seemed to have melted off him. His lips unhinged as if he was going to drool and he moaned to Shownu, "Your chest, oh my god, your beautiful chest."

Shownu laughed at the desperation oozing off the boy in front of him. This was just the treatment he wanted -- pure, unadulterated admiration directed at him and him alone. He felt like a god, like he could do anything. And he chuckled as he realized, yes, he was a god. To this weak, pathetic little creature in front of him, he was a god. He could do whatever he wanted. 

So he removed the expensive Gucci shirt from his torso, button by button. As each button undid, the look in the boy's eyes only grew hungrier. Shownu didn't even know his name. He didn't care. All he cared about was the delirious look of desire in his eyes. Once the striped shirt fell to the hotel floor, the boy's eyes were incinerating with lust. Shownu grabbed him by the skull and forced it between his mighty pecs. 

The loose flesh engulfed the boy's face. Shownu couldn't see a single detail of his visage between the great mounds of meat hanging off his chest. He began flexing his soft pecs around the twink's cheekbones and nose, all the muscular tissue sliding around and enveloping every inch of the face. The boy only licked harder as he moaned and his hands flew to massage the exposed skin.

"You like that, huh?"

There was no way for the kid to annunciate any words with his tongue loosed from his mouth. Only a long, greedy moan.

"I bet you wish you could be hanging off these muscles forever, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he finally withdrew his face from Shownu's body, "I'd do anything for you."

Supplanting the space between his beautiful, hairless pecs with the boy's slender face once more, he felt even more like a god. It was his body, his looks, his muscles that had this nameless little creature reducing himself to nothing. Just a horny bitch for his body, willing to do anything. Totally submitted. He could do whatever he wanted to it. He was just a thing for him to use. The thought send a wave of pleasure through Shownu's dick as he pressed his pecs together against the little nothing's face. When he let go, he found a strange resistance: the kid's cheeks and tongues seemed stuck his chest.

He pushed back on the head but it wouldn't move, only trash against his pecs, desperate to lick and consume more of his muscle. "What... what the fuck?" 

Shownu tried to step away from the boy, but his whole body followed as he toppled onto the bed. Atop him, the twink's hungry tongue continued lapping at his chest. And his arms surrounded Shownu's burly, shoulders too. The kid was literally wrapped around him.

"What's going on? What the fu..."

The kid finally looked up from Shownu's chest. But only the top of his head could move, his tongue and chin remained sucked against the chest. Panic fluttered through his eyes as he tried to speak, tried to pull away, but the more he struggled the less motion he was capable of achieving. 

"Get off of me!" Shownu said. "Get the fuck off!"

He tried to pull the boy from his body, but felt only a soft, mesh response from his head. The bones seemed far less stiff, mushier. When Shownu tried to yank it away, the skin and hair only began to give as if it was all becoming something like fabric. And the boy's face was warping over Shownu's massive man tits, slowly losing its structure and form as it began to spread up and over the entirety of his pecs. The details of his face grew darker and softer as his mouth began to slowly lace together.

From that closing mouth, several fading words drifted away, "I'm yours... I'm...cumming... feel good... changing... am all... yours...”

Shownu noticed that the kid's dick along with his legs were slowly retracting towards his own torso. He was quickly losing all shape as any remaining skin took on the lacing strand of fabric and first constricted around Shownu's abs, then his chest and finally around his arms and shoulders. All at once, he could feel the presence of the boy wrapped around him and pressing into all of his muscles with an orgasmic heat. It was like Shownu could hear the boy's girly little voice as it floated somewhere through him, "huh... what is... what is this... can't stop... cumming... feels... so good..."

And Shownu could feel the boy lost in pleasure as the shirt constricted and pulsed against him, hugged his entire form. He’d turned into a shirt. A simple, tight, black shirt. This is how it should be, he thought, those who want to serve his body permanently should be able to like this. Maybe he really was a god, he wondered, maybe when someone really submitted to him they literally became one of his things. He didn't stop to think long about it, however, rubbing his wide hands up and down his ripped stomach as he felt the tightness of the shirt flex and react. The voice seemed to reverberate from his touch, "feels... so good to be a... what am I? Who am I...." 

But the more Shownu flexed his own biceps and chest against the tight fabric, the more he ran his fingers over its length,  he felt the voice disappear into a primordial, wordless orgasm. It seemed incapable of communicating much of anything beyond the extraordinary pleasure it felt and the simple fact that it was clothing now. 

Out of a cocky sort of curiosity, he couldn't help from wearing the shirt the next day to rehearsals, where he practiced with the rest of Monsta X for hours on their dancing. It was a grueling routine for their next single, and Shownu was ready to put the work in. For hours and hours with little breaks, he thrust his arms through the air and leapt, jumped, spun his body beneath the tight strain of his new shirt. His muscle tits bounced inside only to be restrained by the material of his clothes. All the while, he grew sweatier and sweatier, his body emanating a profound stench and dampness from the sheer effort. And the shirt drank it all up. When he listened in for its voice, he could only hear moans, "so.. good.. more... more... I'm shirt... more sweat, more muscle... just a shirt."

It seemed the boy had taken to becoming nothing more than his clothes. He existed now to bask against muscle, endless sweat and musk. Shownu had finally gotten what he wanted.

But he grew to want more. He was curious if he could reproduce the same effect somehow. And all the time wearing the shirt, letting his stench sink into deeper as it hugged his body had only made him hornier. 

Finding someone else was just as easy as he thought. Watching the crowd at his next live performance, he scanned the crowd for the faces of young men. There were a few Korean guys obviously dragged along by their girlfriends, but to his surprise near the front row was someone in his thirties. He was fit and stern-faced with rich, dark skin. And his eyes, they were cast on Shownu the entire time with a lustful glaze. Shownu knew he would be next -- he had to run once the encore was over to find the guy on his way out. This time he asked for some details of the man he might be transforming. He thought it would be hot to know someone's former life was like before he’d be reduced to serving him entirely.

"No, no way!" the guy stammered. Despite being a full grown man, he seemed almost girlishly excited to meet Shownu. Just as he thought. "I can't believe I get to meet you!"

"What's your name man?"

"Me? Oh, I'm... I'm Jordan!"

"Well Jordan," and he grabbed his junk, shaking it right at his next victim, "how'd you like to come and play with this tonight?"

Of course he would. And it wasn't long before the man once known as Jordan was on his knees begging to suck Shownu's cock. He jerked off in front of him, just enough to tease the dude and get him horny. His thick, veiny dick wagged in the man's face.

"Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me what you'd do to get close to my cock."

"I'll do anything!" 

So he did. He wrapped his thick lips around Shownu's dick and gave everything to it. Once again, Shownu could feel the desperation in the gay man's mouth as he furiously tongued his meat. He hadn't realized men really wanted to serve him so badly. Well, if he wants to serve me so badly, he thought...

And just as the man serving him as a shirt had, Jordan's handsome features began to stretch and contort toward Shownu's hips. But there was no resistance this time, no fear, only a strange, airy confusion as Jordan's body began to scrunch up and lighten. It snapped and hardened as the bones of his temples became grey and laced with lettering: they wrapped from Shownu's obliques and around the summit of his tight, round ass. Shownu could hear him -- "What is this? I've never felt anything... like this... before..." -- before his words grew less formulated and more carnal. It was like Jordan was being reduced to nothing but the isolated feeling of pure orgasmic service. Shownu's eyes closed in the extreme sensation of having a life force contort around his balls and cockhead.

The feeling was too much: he burst with semen straight into the face of Jordan as the eyes and nose flattened into a perfect cup for his cock. 

"Tastes... so good... more cum... more dick," he heard. "Must be... must be underwear! I must be underwear! Must support dick! Must hold up the cock!"

"That's right," Shownu said, patting the hardening stain of cum against his new underwear, "You're just my underwear now. Your job is to support me, lick up all the sweat, make me feel good."

"Make you feel good! I want... underwear! Briefs! Must! Make you feel! Good!"

Shownu got good use out of the new boxer briefs. And it wasn't long before he was adding to his collection. Within a week of tour dates, he picked up a new pair of shorts and even a pair of socks for his massive feet. Each of the men had willingly abandoned their existences and lives, their families, friends and their entire sense of selves, their consciousnesses and beings, to wrap themselves around his god body. The only new article of clothes that even put up a fight were his shoes: a lighting guy he had caught eyeing him backstage. It made Shownu so horny on the spot to be ogled by one of the crew, he demanded the little slut to lick his feet right then and there.

"What? No, no... I can't," he said.

"Oh yes you can. And you're gonna like it. Or I'll tell the whole group how much of a creepy perv you are."

And just as expected, the sight of Shownu's long, high-arched soles was enough to get the crew member hard and horny, lapping at his toes with the ferocity of a starving dog.

"I knew you'd like these," he said. "You like licking my feet, don't you?"

"I love it!"

"You're going to love your new life then."

The lighting guy's mouth began expanding, allowing for the whole breadth of Shownu's left foot to slip inside. It was warm and tight, trapping all the fumes of pent up sweat and musk as it fitted his fat toes. As the man's face began loosing with laces and splitting to form two wholes, he began to thrash and resist, trying to get away. "What are you," he choked, "doing to me!"

"Relax," Shownu said. "I know you like this." And he stretched his foot deeper into the softening form of his victim. "How about you tell me how much you like my feet."

As he furthered the span of his reach deeper into the man, he finally heard a relaxed moan come from him. "So... big..."

And it wasn't long before he was mindlessly repeating his satisfaction. The pleasure in Shownu was so immense in knowing this fact, he could only manage to keep one of his new slaves on at a time. Though he kept gathering new pieces, more and more men disappearing from their shows, his hunger never subsided. 

Finally, he wondered what it would be like to feel a whole outfit of men cumming over their existence as his clothes. He imagined what it would feel like, several souls pressing into his body as they lived out their purpose on Earth to support his toned form. That would make him a real god, he felt. He couldn't resist anymore, the pressure in his cock was too much as it pressed against another one of victims enshrined as Calvin Klein briefs. So he started with the socks: slipped them over his soles and relaxed as the presence of a turned man began to hum in his ear: "Surround feet. Surround toes. Drink sweat." That's it, Shownu thought. He sighed, feeling the otherworldly comfort seep through his bones. It was even more intense as he slipped on his Adidas all stars and slowly did the laces, feeling every pulse of orgasm with the fixture of the knot. Once the shorts were on, he was so dizzy with satisfaction it was almost too much. He could barely focus as he mindlessly pulled his final white shirt down over his abs.

He felt the reverberating pleasure of so many men at once it began to utterly fill his brain. "Yeah..." he muttered. "Haha... it's... so good!"

Dumb with horniness, he began lazily pawing at his junk through his pants. He was erect, thrusting mindlessly into his shorts. But even the locomotive act of masturbating was nearly beyond him. "Huh..." he said. Drool began spilling out of his mouth, the only thing capable of entering his mind unbridled pleasure. He failed to notice his clothes sinking into his skin, filling his muscles with blood and entering his body. They relinquished from them all the horny, satisfied nothingness of their existence, filling Shownu with it directly. All at once, he was possessed with the souls of every man he had taken, all so dumbed down with satisfaction and so blended with the egos of others, the only consciousness they could produce in Shownu was one of limitless, empty pleasure.

When the managers found Shownu several hours later, they were shocked at what they discovered. The idol's eyes were completely blank and his body was spilled out over the bed, lifelessly jerking off in a room rank with cum. "So horny," he laughed. "Haha... feels so good..."  

Shownu had gotten what he wanted after all.

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Can you do an tf into an hot kpop idol? Or maybe into underwear from an kpop idol. I thought of jimin from bts or Shownu from Monsta X.

Great idea! I’ll post a story featuring a lot of Shownu tomorrow morning. 

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looking for story requests/prompts/ideas! inbox me!

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No thoughts, no worries, no concern. Only infinite pleasure spinning through him as his mouth opened to drool and he said, “Yes... sir... whatever you say.”

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I did a little roleplay of having bodyswapped with a big bodybuilder stud.

Like it? I could be coerced to do a custom for you (but time is money baby).

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anyone got an ID on this guy’s instagram or anything else?