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[noface-phantom7]

Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right

A Case of SCP-4127: Heads or Tails (non-neutralized instance)

29th, October - 11:58:44 Pm

“Whenever you’re ready.” Remy announces, feeling a thrum of excitement running through his veins as he holds out a hand, a small shining coin sitting in the middle while he stares at his friend, similarly holding his breath in front of him. He felt himself grinning, which his friend reciprocates. Remy raises an eyebrow knowingly, and nods at his friend.

“I already told you,” Luke, his friend, responds, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he does. “I’ve been ready for this the moment you found that.” he adds, running a hand through his brown hair before pocketing them. He was a mere inch shorter than Remy, though they were of the same age. And slightly bulkier than Luke too. He takes stock of Remy and his form, as well as his dirty blonde hair slicked back. He had always liked how his friend looked. Though it did not matter anymore, he’ll get that for himself soon, he thinks.

“Good,” Remy exclaims, moving backward one step to make space, already placing the coin between his index finger and thumb. He takes stock of his friend one more time, taking note of Luke’s brown curls and bright eyes. Remy smirks, he’d have it soon enough too. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Luke only responds with an enthusiastic nod and steps backward as well. Remy takes in a deep inhale, and prepares to flip the coin.

“Heads, we switch bodies for the weekend.”

28th, October - 08:46:04 PM

Remy sank down on his couch, still in his scrubs, as he tossed his bag to the side. Today has been a stressful one, and also a very weird one. It would have been the usual Thursday shift back at the campus hospital, if it hadn’t been for the one weird patient that he had to tend to before he finished his shift. The old man had dementia, or so his reports said, including delusions but Remy found himself a little intrigued when the old man talked to him.

Remy runs a hand through his hair, and produces a coin from his pocket—it was a 1936 USA Buffalo quarter, from the patient himself that he ‘passed on’ to Remy. Not knowing what to do, he accepted it and must have forgotten to discard it.

The old man claimed it could only flip to heads, and would give him what he wanted. Remy could almost laugh, and he sets it down on the coffee table before checking his phone. There were no new messages, and the last he sent was an image of himself earlier to an online friend. He groans at this, before putting the phone down.

He turns to the coin, picking it up and examining both sides. Something about it felt…different, he thought. It wasn’t lighter, nor was it heavier than the usual quarter, but comparing it to a normal quarter from his bag further confirmed this. Remy checks his phone once more, noting that his friend Luke still hadn’t responded to him, before his eyes strayed back to the coin again.

An idea pops in his head, and he shrugs, nothing really to lose if he tried it. “Heads,” he mutters, thinking about the old man again. “Luke finally replies to me.” he adds half-jokingly as he tosses the coin into the air.

The coin lands on his palm, heads up. He was about to toss the coin aside, when his phone lights up and buzzes. Remy raises an eyebrow at this and momentarily forgets about the coin, grabbing his phone and checking the notification in an instant. He wanted to laugh in surprise, but instead the sound got caught in his throat.

“Looking good as always, Rem.” was the first message, and then followed up by an image of Luke himself. “Was outside today, had fun.” was captioned on the image, and Remy instantly felt both a pang of envy at Luke’s escapades, and both at how good his friend looked.

Meanwhile across the town, Luke had just finished his ‘business’ at Remy’s photo, just moments after he got home, and had the urge to respond to his friend with a selfie he took earlier that day. Luke knew that Remy disliked his job, though he also thinks his friend looked hot in scrubs. What he would give to become him for a day or two, he thinks.

Remy replies with a “Sounds great! Can’t wait for the week to be over.” and Luke chuckles on his bed, rolling out of it to clean up the mess on his torso.

Remy, on the other hand, was back to staring at his coin after replying, an eyebrow raised at it. He thinks it could have been a coincidence as he gulps down a glass of water. He plays with the quarter between his palms for a few moments, deciding on what to try it next with, before looking back at his messages.

He grins smugly, and holds the coin out while thinking of something very specific to confirm. “Heads,” he begins, a thought brewing inside his head. “Luke sends me a selfie with no shirt on.” he adds. Luke had only ever sent him one once, drunkenly, and if the coin had any ‘magic’ in it, this would confirm it, he thought.

Not even a full minute later, his phone dings and instantly opens Luke’s message. His mouth drops open, though a smirk was already curling its way on the corners of his mouth.

He finally laughs in disbelief this time and the image didn’t even have a message to follow up. Remy clutched the coin in his palm, already thinking of what he could do with it. He could essentially do anything, he thought, and quietly said his thanks to the old man who, for some reason he couldn’t think of, gave him it. Regardless of the reason, it was his now.

Remy starts typing out a reply to Luke’s image, before a thought occurs in his head. Him and Luke had discussed the idea before because it seemed impossible—though now that he had a means to make it come true, he couldn’t wait to tell Luke.

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[tf-lover]

The Way You Look Tonight

A little Valentine's Day story I wrote for my favourite @mrwavellswaps.

~~~

“Okay, say that again just so I’m clear.” Libby raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee, a quizzical expression pointed in the direction of her friend Lewis. 

Lewis blushed a little. “I was wondering if you’d help me do something romantic for valentine's day by using your magic to transform my boyfriend into his ideal self?” He said, looking slightly embarrassed by being forced to repeat the request. 

“And why exactly do you think I’d do something like that?” She replied as her coffee cup still hovered in the air without her having to hold it. 

Lewis winced. “Because I’m your oldest friend and you love me a lot and this is the first guy I’ve got this serious with?” 

“Firstly, you’re wrong.” Libby scoffed. “Zero is my oldest friend, I’ve known him at least 50 years longer than you.”

A small red dragon poofed into existence around Libby’s shoulders and sent a small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction in a way of saying hello. Despite looking like a woman in her late 20’s, Libby was far older than she looked. Lewis had never asked exactly how old for fear of being rude to a powerful witch, but he’d worked out she couldn’t be younger than 80. They’d met when Lewis was just a kid and his family had moved in next door to her, and now here he was over 20 years later having coffee with a woman that hadn’t aged a day since they first met. 

“Secondly,” Libby continued, her expression softening. “Of course I’ll help you Lewis. Least I could do for my oldest human friend after all. It’s not like it would be too hard either. For normal witches maybe, but it’s pretty simple stuff when you’ve been kicking around as long as me.”

Lewis let out a sigh of relief. Part of him had been expecting a flat no, or to have to beg more, so this had been easier than expected. “You will? Seriously Lib you have no idea how much this means. He’s going to shit a brick when he realises all the witchy occult stuff is actually real.”

“You want me to make him do that too? Because I can, you know. It wouldn’t be the first time either, though I’d probably be gentler on Oscar when the brick comes out than-”

Lewis sputtered through the mouthful of tea he’d just drank. “No! No, god no. I don’t need my boyfriend shitting an actual brick thank you, just the physical transformation is fine.” 

Libby shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but it was obvious she was hiding a laugh. “Suit yourself little Lewis, each to their own or whatever that saying is. February fourteenth when you want it to happen then? Sometime in the early morning so you can enjoy it?”

Lewis smiled. “Yeah, that would be perfect honestly. And you’re sure this isn’t too much to ask?”

“Not in the slightest.” Libby smiled affectionately, as if a mother would at a son, at Lewis. “You’ve never asked for anything Lewis, you even turned down my offer to help you cheat on your exams as a teenager. Lewis, no one does that. So this one thing? Of course I’ll do it, especially when you and Oscar are the cutest couple I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lewis blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you Libby, really.”

“You’re welcome.” Libby grabbed the coffee cup from where it still hung in the air and drained the last of it. “Now, as much as I’d love to sit around and chat, I’ve got several rare ingredients to go and gather, and a nice big steak to cook up for Zero here.” The small dragon around Libby’s shoulders chirped happily, then let out another small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction before he vanished again. 

“So the morning of the fourteenth?” Lewis asked once he’d stood up and slid his coat back on. Libby nodded. “The morning of the fourteenth, three days' time. Three days before everything changes.”

In a dramatic flash Libby vanished from the cafe and left Lewis standing alone by their table. He waved goodbye to the owner as he walked towards what appeared to be a solid brick wall, only to pass straight through it. Witch cafe’s hid themselves to ordinary folk like him usually to allow their patrons the freedom to be themselves, he could only get in because Libby had brought him there first. He walked out of the alleyway he’d emerged in from the cafe, and glanced around before he slipped out and blended back in with the rest of the crowd to carry on with his day.

~~~

Valentine’s Day couldn’t come quick enough for Lewis. The three days between his chat with Libby and when he finally woke up in bed with Oscar that morning felt like they took years, but he was finally there. The two of them regularly stayed over at each other’s places, it was rare they spent a night apart at this point, and this time they were curled up in Lewis’s bed. 

“Morning sleepyhead…” Oscar said softly as he kissed the back of Lewis’s neck. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Lewis let out a low groan in acknowledgement as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Morning babe…” 

There was a chuckle from behind him and another kiss pressed against the back of Lewis’s neck. “Never been a morning person have you? I’ll get you coffee.”

“No… don’t get out of bed.” Lewis whined as he reached behind him to grab Oscar’s arm. “You’re warm…” He mumbled. 

Lewis was trying to pass it off as just his usual morning sleepiness, which was half true, but in reality he didn’t want his boyfriend to leave because he knew his gift should be kicking in any second. “As soon as you’re both awake it’ll start, best way I can time it.” Libby had texted him the previous evening. He didn’t want to miss a second of what was about to happen. 

Both Lewis and Oscar were fairly average in the looks department. Not unattractive by any definition, but not the absolute knockout’s that both of them tended to thirst over either. Lewis was a tiny bit shorter than his boyfriend, just over 5’8 whereas Oscar stood at around 5’11. He was slightly more well built than his boyfriend too, being the only one of the two of them that attempted any kind of activity in the gym left him with a small amount more muscle than the relatively slim build Oscar had. There was the hair too. Both had a similar colour brown hair, but Lewis tended to keep a full beard and had a decent amount more body hair than Oscar, who himself kept his facial hair trimmer fairly short. 

Oscar smiled and settled back down onto the bed as Lewis rolled over to face him. “If you want to stay in bed all day that’s more than okay with m-” A strange shiver ran through Oscar’s body and he groaned, then ran his hand over his forehead with an obvious look of discomfort. “Fuck… something’s up babe!”

Lewis sat bolt upright, his eyes wide as a shimmer of what he recognised as Libby’s magic ran over Oscar’s entire body. “Listen babe, it’s okay. Just let it happen and I’ll explain afterwards okay? This is my Valentine’s day gift to you, I promise the discomfort will be worth it!”

There was a flash of recognition in Oscar’s eyes that confused Lewis for a moment, but no words as his lover continued to groan and shift around uncomfortably. Lewis was a little worried, right up until the first signs of the transformation started. 

Oscar’s body started to get pulled outwards in every direction. It was like someone was blowing air into his body as his previously skinny frame started to expand, only Lewis could tell it was muscle and not air that was filling his boyfriend’s body up. Oscar had always had a slender, narrow build, so one of the first things the magic did as he started to grow was to push his shoulders wider, which broadened his whole body. He looked a good deal more thickly set now, and the muscle had barely started to grow from what Lewis could see.

“Fucking hell Lewis…” Oscar said as he felt the changes push his body further along.

Now he’d gotten broader, the magic had far more room to start to pile the muscle onto his body. Oscar’s shoulders grew wider still as they became two thick boulders, a powerful looking frame that was almost double what he’d been moments ago. This in turn pulled his back outwards as his lats flared out to keep up with the massive increase in size. The lines of muscle that ran across the massive expanse of flesh that was now Oscar’s back could be seen under the slight layer of fat there; a sign of what was to come. His arms didn’t miss out either, as biceps and triceps beefed up just like his back and shoulders had. They were forced out to the sides as his new biceps warred for space with his back muscles; he’d have to walk with that familiar swagger of a bulky jock that couldn’t quite fit his arms down by his sides.

Lewis could instantly tell what was next and he watched Oscar reach up and start to grab at his chest. The muscle pushed out around his fingers as he kneaded the two slabs, larger and thicker until it was like two watermelons had been shoved under his skin. Oscar’s new pecs were large and heavy, soft as he squeezed them, but Lewis knew they’d be hard as a rock if his lover flexed. Added to that was a strong core. He didn’t have visible abs under the slight layer of fat that covered them, but along with the hair that was starting to grow up and over the front of his body it gave Oscar a very sexy muscled torso.

Along with the hair that had started to cover his new torso, the hair on his head wasn’t spared either. Everything took on a lighter blond tone as it thinned out a touch on top of his head, shaved almost completely. His facial hair grew fuller too, an even layer of blond hair across a stronger jaw that Lewis couldn’t wait to feel as it scratched against his skin.

“I can’t believe… You had this idea too…” Oscar panted as the changes to his face finished up. “Haven’t noticed… Have you…?” He continued when all he got from Lewis was a very confused look.

Lewis couldn’t work out what his boyfriend was going on about. He glanced down, fully expecting to see his regular self, only to find a pair of massively muscular, hairy thighs in place of what he knew should be there. Lewis ran his hands over them, though the dense hair and new muscle as he marvelled at the sight. He’d always wanted to be bigger, hence why he attempted to workout when he could, but had never made enough progress to have thighs easily bigger than his head. 

“W-What the fuck??” He exclaimed. “Libby was supposed to do you, not me!”

Oscar huffed out a laugh. “You too huh? We really do share the same brain cell don’t we?”

“B-But you don’t know-” 

Lewis didn’t get a chance to say anymore before both men’s changes continued. Now Lewis was aware of them he could watch in awe as his body grew just as Oscar’s did. Though going in opposite directions, both had reached the point where their cocks, balls and asses had come time to change. Lewis still couldn’t feel anything despite being able to see that his ass was expanding before his eyes, unlike Oscar who was once again back to groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. Two large muscular cheeks topped off the massive thighs that had appeared out of nowhere, whilst Oscar’s own larger ass was just the beginning of the change to his lower body. 

The pair watched as their cocks grew to their full hardness. They were both fairly average in that department, somewhere between five and six inches for both. Only, once they were both as hard as they knew they could get, their cocks kept going. Their lengths continued to get harder, a few more inches of length at least were added on if either man had to guess. Along with that, their balls grew swollen and heavy with cum, and rounded out the changes that left the two with huge packages between their legs. 

Now that part of their bodies had finished up, Oscar and Lewis were back to changing in opposite directions. For Oscar whose upper body had completely transformed, all that was left for him was his legs. He could hardly be expected to hold all the new size with his comparatively tiny legs, so they soon followed suit with his ass and grew muscular and thick just as Lewis’s lower body already had. Oscar had finally finished growing. The new jock flopped back on the bed and panted a little more as he caught his breath, and enjoyed the sight of his massive chest as it heaved up and down with each gulp of air.

Meanwhile, Lewis was still watching himself. Massive hairy thighs and a well above average cock already gained, he got to marvel at the sight of the transformation as it continued its way upwards. His stomach was a little more defined than Oscar’s was from what he could see as it hardened, but it was becoming hard to see clearly under the pelt of hair that was growing up his torso past his abs. He’d always loved body hair, so the thick layer of it over his legs and now upper body was a welcome sight to Lewis.

Although he didn’t have the same intense feelings, Lewis was actually a little glad for that as his chest started to swell as he’d watched Oscar’s do moments earlier. There was a noticeable difference in how his chest felt the bigger the muscles grew, a delicious weight to them that Lewis knew he wouldn’t ever get bored of. As he reached up to grab at two hairy mounds, Lewis realised his arms too had grown substantially bigger as he’d been distracted by his chest. He folded his arm up and flexed, unable to help the grin that spread over his face.

“Looks like you’re almost finished.” Oscar said from where he laid to watch Lewis grow. “Enjoying my present to you then?” He continued with a knowing smirk on his handsome face. 

Lewis looked up from his body. “You fucking bet I am! Did… Did you go to Libby too? How did you know she was a witch?” He asked, since he hadn’t known that Oscar knew magic even existed. 

Oscar shrugged. “It was an accident honestly. I walked in on her doing magic to fix her makeup at that party we had last summer, and apparently she ‘couldn’t be fucked with more damn mind wiping bullshit that month’, so just sat me down at showed me everything. Swore me to secrecy, and I guess she didn’t think to mention you knew about her abilities too. I asked her about a week ago if it was at all possible to do this to you, and she said yes.”

“I’ve known since I was ten babe, when she made me float whilst babysitting me.” Lewis snorted with laughter at the memory.

Oscar sat up and reached out to cup Lewis’s cheek with one hand. “Now look at you, all grown up into a big strong man thanks to her magic…” 

The hand against his face made Lewis realise two things. Firstly, that Libby had already known about Oscar’s request when he’d asked and never mentioned it, or that he now knew about her magic. Secondly, was the full, bushy beard he now apparently had. He could feel the hair under Oscar’s hand pressed against his skin, and had once again not noticed himself change. He’d have to ask Libby about both of those things when he got a chance, but right now he was more focused on his gorgeous boyfriend.

Lewis twisted around and grabbed a couple of valentine’s day themed teddy bears off the nightstand they’d given each other last night, then turned back to face Oscar. “Well.. This was certainly the best Valentine's day ever, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, I think these two were absolutely my favourite gift today…” Oscar held his arms out towards Lewis, but just when he thought his lover was going to grab at the teddy bears, instead he gave Lewis’s pecs a hard squeeze.

Lewis moaned. “Oh fuck babe… Don’t stop!”

Oscar happily complied. He shuffled a little closer on the bed and continued to squeeze his boyfriend’s new hairy pecs. Lewis couldn’t stop himself when he pushed his chest forwards a little and closed his eyes to enjoy all the new feelings; the even denser layer of hair over his chest, the juicy pecs his lover was playing with, everything about his new self felt unbelievable.

Things heated up from there. Oscar enjoyed Lewis’s pecs, but there was something else his body was urging him to do as well. He let go and got even closer, then before Lewis quite knew what was going on, Oscar had lifted up one of his boyfriend’s arms and pressed his face into his armpit. Oscar breathed deeply once there, then sighed as he took in the new intense smell. 

“God you smell fucking good…” Oscar mumbled into the dense bush of hair as he took it all in. “Don’t you dare fucking shower today, god damn…” 

Lewis raised an eyebrow as he watched the curious scene of his boyfriend going crazy for his scent. “Then you better stay down there and enjoy it babe, make the most of it today, because I’m gonna have to shower one day.” He said as he brought a hand to the back of Oscar’s head and held his lover deep under his arm. 

Oscar’s cock was pressed tightly against Lewis’s leg as he inhaled the delicious smell. It was ripe and musky, an intense stink that fogged up his brain and had his cock leaking all over the skin it was trapped against. Oscar thrust his hips gently as he took it all in, which inadvertently made his furred stomach rub up against Lewis’s cock, and drive them both harder towards their orgasm. They were both already rock hard from the transformations, and both knew it wouldn’t take much more to tip them over the edge.

“Come on babe, take it all in… You love it don’t you? Me finally stinking like a real man should.” Lewis said as he started to rock his hips back in time with Oscar’s movements. “Maybe I just won’t shower for a while, let it get real strong. Would that be a good Valentine’s day gift for you?”

Oscar nodded. Just the idea of his boyfriend’s smell growing even stronger drove him insane with lust. He pressed himself deeper and continued inhaling, then before he realised he was so close, he came all over Lewis’s hairy thigh. He moaned into his boyfriend’s armpit as he rocked his hips a couple more times and felt a splatter against his stomach, accompanied by a deep groan from above him. Lewis had cum too as the pair got lost in their new selves. 

~~~

Three days later Oscar and Lewis were sitting in the same magic friendly cafe Lewis had met Libby in a week ago. The witch once again sat across the table and sipped a coffee as she admired her work. Both men had turned out even better than expected, and were dressed appropriately for their new selves too. Both had gone for sleeveless hoodies, partially unzipped to show off every inch of their new hunky bodies. 

“So you like how you’ve ended up? No notes on anything you’d like different?” Libby asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer already.

The pair shared a look, and both shook their heads at the same time. “No, we’re actually great as is I think.” Oscar said.

“I was wondering one thing actually…” Lewis leant forwards in his chair a little. “Why didn’t I feel myself changing? Oscar was moaning up a storm, but I didn’t even notice it happening. 

Libby waved a hand dismissively. “Oh that’s quite simple. You’re used to what magic feels like, mine in particular. You’ve been surrounded in it since you were a child, so it was only natural you didn’t feel it working on your body. You’ve never felt it before when I’ve helped you get over illnesses faster than usual without telling you, so why would you have felt this?”

Lewis blinked. “You… You really did that?” Lewis paused as he thought about it, and realised she was telling the truth. He’d never been ill for very long for as far back as he could remember. “Huh, well thank you I guess.”

“It’s no trouble dear. Now, you two be sure to enjoy those bodies okay? Reality will settle around you, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed. So have fun!”

Both men smiled warmly at the witch. “We will Libby, we’ll make the most of it, you can be sure of that!” Oscar said and tucked his hands in pockets. The small, velvet box inside there felt like it was burning his hand as he stared at Lewis. He had been waiting for just the right moment, and something told him that moment would be coming up any day now.

[nonotnolan]

Bodily Betrayal

A collaboration with @vincentintheflesh -- He did amazing work with the photos for this piece!

"C'mon, Toby. You really aren't coming out to the bars with us?"  Matt was trying to guilt trip me for not going out on a Tuesday, and I was really starting to get sick of his shit.  Sharing an apartment with another gay guy had seemed like a really good idea at the start of the semester, but we weren't even halfway through the year and I was already regretting it.  It was fun to hang out with a party animal like Matt, but dealing with his antics 24/7 was exhausting.

"Look, I have, like... three different projects due by Friday, and if I want to keep my gym schedule I can't waste time partying or recovering from the hangover.  Maybe this weekend I can... the hell are you doing?"  Matt was patting my shoulder like he was showing me sympathy.

"You poor thing," he said, staring directly at my chest.  "He spends all that time at the gym pumping you up, and then he never does anything to show you off!  Who buys a sports car and keeps it stashed in a garage?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.  "You're seriously having a conversation with my body.  Stop being weird and... wait, what the fuck is happening?"  I couldn't feel my body anymore. My hands lifted themselves up to my ears, only I wasn't the one controlling my hands.  All I could do was watch as my hands planted themselves firmly onto the sides of my head, and pulled.  My head had somehow completely detached from my body!  "Matt, what the fuck did you do!?"

He just grinned at my body. "Hell yeah!  Let's ditch Toby, and I'll take you out for a great time."  My body tossed me-- my head-- onto the couch, where I landed sideways onto the cushions.  All I could do was watch in horror as Matt lifted off his own head off of his slender, tattooed body and placed it on my neck.  "Thanks for the ride, Toby! Why you don't take more advantage of this body, I'll never know."  He started groping my chest as he moaned softly to himself, and I could see my body's growing erection strain against the fabric of my shorts.

"I mean, I gotta check out what I'm packing prior to using it tonight, right?"  I tried to protest, but I was helpless to stop him from fondling my manhood.  "Damn, Toby, this is gotta be at least seven inches!" he said, stroking my own cock in front of me.  "I can't wait to pick up some twink at the bars tonight so I can test this bad boy out! I'm gonna hit up your closet and borrow one of your nice silk shirts.  Don't wait up!"

Unbelievable.  The thought of that asshole taking my body out for a joyride and getting my dick wet had me seeing red, but what could I do about it?  I was just a fucking head.  He didn't even have the decency to tilt me upright before he left.  Although... Matt did leave his body behind...  If Matt could talk to my body like it was a separate thing, maybe the reverse was also true? 

"Hey, buddy," I said, trying to get the attention of his body.  "What say we help each other out?  How about you put me on you neck and-- hey, don't walk away, asshat!"  God, even Matt's body was insufferable.  "C'mon, man, I can... what if I let you use my mouth?"  It felt gross, like I was trying to negotiate with a drunken asshole, but at least his body had turned around. I would do anything to avoid being stuck as just a head on the couch all night.  "Yeah, man. Use my mouth.  You want me to suck your nips?  Maybe give you a blowjob?  I'll even make sure to throw in a good wank session later tonight.  Just don't leave me on the couch!"

Matt's body dropped his pants to the ground and started thrusting his junk into my face.  I wanted to be mad, but I realized that he couldn't actually see what he was doing. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and eventually his body figured out where to position me so that I could give him the best blowjob. Without my shoulders getting in the way, he was able to position me a lot closer to the base of his cock. I didn't have much of a gag reflex as a detached head, which was good because I don't think Matt's body would have stopped. At least he wiped my chin off on his sweatpants after he came.

"Okay, you had some fun, so now can you-- oh thank God!" Matt's body lowered me down onto his neck, and suddenly I had control over his entire body. Honestly, my first reaction was just relief that I had arms again, but the longer I stood there, the weirder it got. Looking down and seeing Matt's tattoo sleeves was trippy as shit, and his body barely had any muscle definition. Credit where credit was due, his skin was much softer than mine. The man was lanky as hell, but I couldn't deny that he took care of himself in his own way.

I looked at my temporary body in the living room mirror, testing the firmness of my new ass with a few squeezes. I had a sudden impulse to try and protect what remained of Matt's modesty, but fuck that. For one, I'd already had his dick in my mouth thanks to how horny his body had been. But mostly it came down the fact that Matt clearly had no qualms about getting my body naked as soon as he could, so I might as well repay the favor. I pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants to see an average five inches of uncut cock. Perfectly serviceable, but it explained why he was so enamored with mine.

Was Matt's body going to get bored with me and pull off my head the same way my own body had? I didn't want to risk it. I decided to talk out loud as I looked at my new body in the mirror. "Don't worry, you tattooed fuck, we'll definitely spend some time messing around. I can't exactly wear someone else's body and not test it out! Especially when I know that fucker's doing the same to mine. I bet he-- oh, fuck!" My fingers brushed over my nipples and I could feel that shiver travel down through the root of my cock. "Is it ready for round two already?" I gave my stiffening cock a few tugs. God damn that felt good!

Was his body that much more sensitive than mine, or were the new sensations just more intense for me? I brushed the head of my new cock and damn near collapsed to the floor when my knees buckled. "I don't care why it feels good, it's enough that it does!" I started stroking it with one hand while my other hand pinched my nipples. Did I know where Matt kept his lube? Honestly, his dick was leaking enough precum that I didn't need it. 

Normally I would have found the thought of jacking off in front of a mirror to be a total boner kill, but seeing my head on Matt's slender body was actually kind of hot. I started picking up speed, jerking it faster and harder until suddenly my hand shot off and slammed into the mirror.  "Ow, fuck," I yelled, cursing Matt's boney wrists.  "How the hell did I lose grip on his... oh."  I hadn't lost my grip-- his cock had completely detached from his body.  I couldn't help but laugh as I considered all of the possibilities.  Obviously I was going to be giving myself a blowjob, but I had a few other ideas in mind.

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"Hey Toby, sorry for leaving your head on the couch all night," Matt said, finally coming up at 8:50 in the morning. He hadn't even bothered to get fully dressed after spending the night doing God knows what in my body. I assumed he left my good shirt in the car-- If he lost it to some random guy's apartment, I was going to be so pissed. If I was starting to feel a bit guilty about my plan, this just confirmed my resolve to go through with it.

I didn't want Matt to get suspicious, so I had his body put me back on the couch after I'd had my fun last night.  "You missed a good time last night," he said, rubbing his hands across my abs. "I met this absolute power bottom of a twink, and we... well, you and I both know exactly what the two of us did all night. I made sure to use a condom, don't worry.  Anyway, it's time to switch back."  He grabbed the top of his head firmly by the hair and yanked hard, pulling it off of my neck. Seeing him walk across the room like a headless horseman was unsettling, to say the least.

"I'm surprised you're giving my body back to me so soon," I said, glaring at him as he passed his head over to his body's outstretched hands.  Once his head was back in place, he reached down to deal with me.  I wanted so badly to slap the smug grin off his face, but I just needed to be patient.

He laughed at me, giving my nose a few honks before giving me my body back.  "Sadly, I think people would notice if my shoulders were suddenly twice the size as my old ones.  Besides, I know exactly how much time you spend in the gym to have a body this nice.  Nuts to that-- I'll just let you do the work for me!" I couldn't help but growl at that comment, and he responded by flicking my ear. "Easy, now. You can yell at me later-- I don't want to be late for class."

Once my head was back in place, I couldn't help but grab my pecs with both hands. I had missed this.  Feeling the massive slabs of meat under my fingers was so comforting.  I gave my pits a few quick sniffs.  I probably needed a shower after everything Matt had done in my body, but a quick spritz of cologne would have to do.  He was right-- we didn't have much time before class.

I looked over at him to see if he had noticed my revenge yet.  Based on the way he was palming his crotch, I think he had.  "Toby, where the fuck is my cock!?"  I had hidden his manhood in my sock drawer, not that I was gonna be telling him that anytime soon.  The fucker owed me.  Twelve hours of being dickless seemed like a good start.

I smiled back at him.  "You can yell at me later-- I don't want to be late for class."

[theaestheticmodels]

[maletfsstories-deactivated20250]

Only Fans Whore

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-"Shit, Shit, Shit I'm Late" Andy thought as he closed his bedroom door behind him, in between his hands and safely secured in a bag was a costume he had bought from Spirit Halloween, as he toyed with the bag he cringed slightly at the name of the costume which was “Only Fans Whore”.

On the right side was an image of a pretty sexy guy that made Andy's dick hard, which reminded him of his deeply closeted sexuality.

Andy knew what Only Fans was, after all, one has to experiment and try new things in life but the costume he had bought had been under a situation of pure need and not of free choice.

-"Well it was the only thing they had" Andy thought to himself as he peeled off the packaging and laid the contents of the costume on top of his single bed.

As Andy looked at the cheap and slightly mangled costume he thought about calling it a day and staying home.

But at the same time, it was Andy's first real college party and his normally strict puritan parents had somehow approved of his attendance during lunch when he brought up the topic after answering questions about his academic performance.

Such was Andy's surprise due to their answer that he had somewhat forgotten that he hadn't purchased a costume yet, as he had originally speculated that his parent's answer would be a resounding no.

-"At least I have one now" Andy thought while smiling slightly as he had finally made up his mind, despite the pretty obscene costume not being his preferred choice as the Spirit Halloween was all but empty by the time he had gotten there and his lack of social skills or close friends he was going to go anyway, after all, what was the worse thing that could happen to him?

With new determination, Andy removed his clothes except for his underwear and started to slowly put on the costume.

-"I didn't know this was included" Andy thought as he noticed that the costume came with a very revealing rainbow thong.

-"Good thing my parents aren't home to see this…" Andy whispered to himself as he removed his underwear and placed the straps of the thong up his skinny legs, as he did he could even imagine what his parents would have said if they had caught him, especially his father.

-"No son of mine will wear that gay shit while living under my roof!" Andy said to himself in a joking manner while trying to repeat his father's tone.

Once the thong was securely in place Andy continued with the pair of provided grey joggers, next came a silver necklace that now dangled loosely from his neck, and finally a black cap that was securely placed on top of his short conservative haircut.

-"Great" Andy thought as he looked at himself in the mirror -"I look ridiculous".

The costume itself seemed to be made of good quality materials which was a surprise as Andy had paid very little for it but the main problem was that Andy knew he did not have the appropriate body for the costume.

Andy's skinny legs made the joggers look incredibly baggy and the toned muscles the model had in the packaging did not come included, which certainly didn't help the situation.

-"If only I had a better body" Andy thought as he turned around away from the mirror which made him oblivious to the changes his wish had just started.

- "I hope they don't laugh at me at the party" Andy said to himself while grabbing his wallet from his nightstand and as he did he noticed that the world around him seemed to be lower than it should be.

-"Huh that's weird" Andy pondered while feeling extremely sick, his room somehow seemed to be shaking from side to side as if an earthquake was taking place, this was then followed by the almost uncontrollable impulse to vomit which suddenly began at the base of Andy's throat.

Because of this Andy's wallet fell from his hand to the carpeted floor below as he tried to slowly move to the bathroom where he stored some miscellaneous medicine that could be useful for his sudden illness.

As Andy did so his still compact body underwent a small growth spurt of a few inches leaving him with a new height of five feet eleven, At the exact same moment Andy's body was growing upwards the muscles that covered it also grew larger in sync.

-"Oh shit!" Andy said to himself in a drowsy tone as his growing pecs crashed into the wall which made him moan slightly due to his newly grown pair of large sensitive nipples scraping sensually against the cold surface of the wall, in his mind he could see a dream of someone fondling them which made him moan again in pleasure.

Bellow said pair of man titts six bulges pushed outwards forming a toned six-pack on top of Andy's previously flat abdomen, even lower still Andy's legs developed a set of larger muscled thighs that were perfectly accentuated by the pair of grey joggers included in the costume.

-"Come on... your close enough" Andy encouraged himself while pushing his body off the wall with both of his arms which at this point were brimming with new growing muscle, especially around his biceps.

When Andy was about to reach the bathroom he almost fell over again as his glutes also grew with a mix of muscle and fat, leaving him with an enviously big and bouncy behind that changed slightly his center of gravity in combination with his new v-like upper body.

Once Andy had finally reached the bathroom he turned on the tap and splashed his face with the cold stream of water that flowed from it, as the water droplets made their way down Andy's face his facial features quickly started changing.

Blemishes and acne scars became things of the past as what can only be described as porcelain-like skin now covered every inch of Andy's face.

By the time Andy had turned off the tap he now possessed a softly masculine face that would make anyone horny, regardless of gender. This would be further reinforced as a modest beard grew slowly into place around Andy's new dick-sucking lips.

In time and as Andy's body absorbed the water it was given the dizzy and sick sensation he had felt since the start of the changes dissipated, but a new and vastly more powerful sensation took its place and clouded Andy's judgment, that sensation being none other than pure and sensual lust.

Because of this, Andy suddenly started grinding his body in a sinful manner that would have made his evangelical Christian parents scream in shock and horror, at the same time Andy's hand quickly started playing with his large pecs which only accelerated the final remaining changes.

The previously described increase in lust was also made more obvious as a heightened flow of blood directed itself towards Andy's dick which immediately gave him a growing erection that seemed to never end as inch by inch Andy's dick grew to a mouthwatering seven and a half inches.

Andy moaned once more this time with a different tone as his Adam's apple grew larger thanks to the increase of testosterone flowing through his circulatory system, this also had a secondary effect as all over Andy's body a forest of brownish hairs grew everywhere from his larger ass to his bouncy man titts.

On top of Andy's head and covered by the cap included with the costume his hair started growing and even curling itself slightly, leaving behind the conservative style Andy had been imposed since birth and giving way to a more free and natural style that better matched Andy's new body.

-"Shit I feel so good!" Andy said out loud which made him snap back into reality once he heard his new voice in action, Andy's new grey/green eyes opened up, and observed his new body in the mirror above the sink.

-"Holy fuck!" Andy said testing the range of his new voice while he touched his new imp-like sexy face -"How did... how did this happen?".

As Andy tried to search for answers he moved out of the bathroom and back towards his bedroom which had changed significantly while he was absent, a pair of weights and other related exercise gear were laid out in the corner next to Andy's bed, the walls which were previously blank without anything attached to them now displayed posters of bands and movies Andy's parents would probably disapprove of.

-"Shit... everything's changed" Andy thought as he opened his closet and cursed under his breath as he noticed that his clothes had also changed into dozens of colorful and trendy versions of their older selves, some were even a little bit revealing.

Andy who was beyond surprised at what his eyes were looking at decided to check his phone that was stored safely in his night stand.

When Andy finally opened the old night stand he was shocked yet again as he noticed that his old phone which his parents had bought him years ago was replaced by the newest generation iPhone.

As Andy grabbed the phone it immediately unlocked once it had scanned it's user's face, the majority of the apps in the phone where the same except for things like Twitter (x) and Instagram which Andy never used regularly before.

-"What the..." Andy said as he touched the Twitter (x) icon and almost immediately a metric ton of gay porn appeared suddenly on the screen. There where dicks everywhere, penetrating other sexy looking men or just dicks being stroked/sucked by some heavily muscled himbo.

Andy initially wanted to throw the phone to the floor but the gay and rebellious part of him was now free of it's old body and the strict rules that came with it.

Without much control at all Andy proceeded to move his free hand towards his still somewhat hard dick, as the loud moans of a twunk much like his new self being fucked filled the room around him, Andy increased the pace of his strokes while imagining himself being fucked.

These imagined scenarios slowly became more real as Andy now remembered distinctly being fucked by dozens of men before, he was an expert in the art of seduction and around college some people used the word "whore" to describe him, mainly the sorority girls who's boyfriends had fucked him from time to time.

-"Not my fault I'm fabulous..." Andy thought as he continued to stroke his dick under the grey joggers, his confidence was now through the roof and the oppressive rules that had reigned in/controlled his more deviant behaviors were now being eroded as the seconds passed.

When Andy finally orgasmed a thick torrent of cum that contained all of the resistance towards his new body and reality splattered the front of his joggers, with it was also part of his intelligence.

Andy's eyes rolled to the back of his sockets and a small dumb chuckle was released almost automatically by his mouth, with the afterglow of his orgasms still present Andy removed his hand from his joggers and checked his messages.

What instantly became obvious was that the new Andy was much more social as dozens of group chats and individual contacts were now displayed on the screen, one of the groups was even called "Halloween Orgy".

-"Shit the Orgy!" Andy said as he picked his previously discarded wallet from the floor and dashed out of his bedroom, as he went down through the stairs he smiled once he remembered that he was originally nervous to go to the tame party he had been invited to in his past life, but now that he was happily going to an orgy he could only smile thinking about the freedom he had gained. Yet this was just the beginning.

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Andy smiled as he watched the TikTok he had just posted, it had been almost six months since Halloween when he had been magically changed and with each passing day, Andy came to the conclusion that he didn't miss his old repressive life.

He didn't even miss his parents who actually kicked him out of the house after they had found out that all of the new things Andy had like his phone and clothes were not purchased thanks to tutoring jobs within the law faculty at college but were in fact bought through Only Fans where Any would post videos of himself being fucked for his huge audience to enjoy.

The old Andy would have been horrified by being kicked out of the house but the new Andy knew that he already was making around 10K a month and because he was currently living in a relatively cheap town it was easy to buy a home on the spot.

This whole situation also gave Andy the chance to remove himself from his prestigious college and study something he actually had a passion for which was painting, it was much easier to do when compared to memorizing dozens of law books which his simpler and slower brain couldn't manage any more even if he tried.

Still, whenever Andy wasn't posting a painting he had just made he would post pornographic images or videos of himself without any shame.

All in all the changes brought on by the cursed costume on that faithful Halloween night had been great and Andy couldn't wait for the next Halloween to come where he could be whatever he wanted to be.

But for now, he was only an "Only Fans Whore", bouncing confidently his hairy pecs for his thirsty and perverted viewers.

Shaking his ass and inserting dildos of different sizes and shapes in an attempt to subdue his hunger for a real man's cock.

And appearing in dozens of videos with other "Only Fans Whores".

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Late for the Halloween competition (And Halloween itself sadly), hope you guys like it either way 😅!

Thanks to @hardwriterdeluxe for giving me the push to write this story!

I'm also happy to announce that from this month forward I'll finish the pending stories of "The Dictionary" series as I'm in a better emotional state/place, as a second note my semester is almost over so that means more free time to continue writing!

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[lucaisonsns]

Secretly Living as My Bully

There’s nothing more exciting than turning into your own bully.

My name is Jimmy, and I was the school’s favorite punching bag. All because I was the scrawny, awkward nerd. The worst of them was Bryan — the tall, handsome basketball star everyone adored. On the outside, he was perfect. On the inside, he was a total asshole.

One day, he locked me in the school storage room. I banged on the door and screamed for help, but no one came. My phone had died too. After a while, I gave up, curled up in the corner, and cried, praying for a miracle.

Hours passed. It was already night. Exhausted, I fell asleep and had a strange dream. My late grandfather appeared and walked up to me. He said, “Our family bloodline carries a magical power. If you wear someone else’s clothes, you will become them — body, voice, everything. A perfect duplicate. But be careful: never let the real person see you while you’re in their form. Use this power wisely.”

Suddenly, the school janitor woke me up. I had spent the whole night locked inside. Thankfully it was a holiday, so I could head straight home.

As I walked out, still thinking about that weird dream, I spotted a familiar cap lying on the ground. It was Bryan’s, the one he wore yesterday while bullying me. A cap counts as clothing, right? Even though it sounded crazy, a spark of hope made me pick it up and take it home… just in case.

When I got home, the house was empty. My parents were already at work, perfect timing. I went to my room, held Bryan’s cap in my hands, and stared at it with anticipation. I closed my eyes and put it on.

A few seconds later, I felt a strange sensation. My body started stretching. My clothes suddenly felt tight, then painfully constricting. I quickly stripped everything off except the cap and watched in awe as my body continued transforming.

When it was over, I felt completely different, taller, stronger, heavier. “Wow… this is really happening,” I muttered, but it wasn’t my voice. It was Bryan’s heavy, deep voice.

I rushed to the big mirror and almost fainted. Staring back at me was Bryan! tall, muscular, and completely naked except for the cap on his head.

Instinctively, I ran my hands over this new body. The reflection copied every movement. “I’m Bryan now…” I whispered, still shocked to hear his voice coming from my mouth.

For some reason, the mix of nervousness and excitement made Bryan’s cock start to swell and harden. It was already big and heavy even before it got fully hard. Now it was thickening and rising, completely different from my own. Trembling, I wrapped my hand around it.

Seeing Bryan’s naked reflection, stroking his big cock, turned me on even more. I started pumping it faster while my other hand explored his broad chest. The moment my fingers brushed his nipples, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. Fuck, he’s so sensitive!

I got lost in the moment, moaning in Bryan’s voice, “Shit… this feels so fucking good.” I even started roleplaying as him. “Jimmy, I actually like you… nghh— I bullied you because I wanted your attention.” Hearing Bryan’s voice say those words while watching him jerk off in the mirror drove me wild. I stroked faster.

I kept going... flexing his muscles, making stupid goon faces, saying dirty things, and roleplaying as Bryan. Sweat poured down his body, filling the air with a strong, masculine musk. I buried my face in his armpit and inhaled deeply, getting drunk on the scent.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I came hard and thick ropes of hot cum shooting all over the mirror. I had never felt an orgasm that intense before. My legs shook as the pleasure drained every bit of energy from me.

After cleaning up the mess, I took off the cap. My body shrank back to normal. Looking at my sweaty, naked reflection in the mirror, I felt a strange sense of loss… but also excitement.

I could turn into Bryan anytime I wanted! as long as I had his clothes.

And I already had a plan...

Now here I am, playing basketball on the court near my house. I stole his jersey earlier. I can live his life whenever I want. Earlier, I even ran into his friends. I acted exactly like him, and they never suspected a thing. It felt incredibly satisfying.

Maybe one day I’ll sneak into his house, fool his family, and steal more of his clothes for my collection. I want to experience his life completely.

It doesn’t matter if he bullies me at school. Because whenever I want, I can become him... take his body, his voice, his power, and live his life behind his back.

I could become anyone… but for now, I still want to play with Bryan😋

[soul-controller]

Interpreting Your Desires

“Whoa, what the fuck” I groggly say as I turn on the bathroom light to go take a piss. When I look in the mirror, I’m no longer met with my dorky visage, but rather the stunning features of my roommate Jeremy. I quickly shuffle into Jeremy’s bedroom to find it completely empty. Looking for a phone, I quickly grab it off of his nightstand and pace back into the bathroom. I watch as it springs to life and immediately opens due to his FaceID. Unable to believe what’s going on, I pull up the camera and turn on the front camera as I stare at the shocked expression plastered across Jeremy’s flawless face. Still in awe about how I’m no longer Toby, my old self, I take a selfie and stare at Jeremy’s body. Still trying to get used to my new body, I flex my large biceps and look at the tattoos and just think about how buff and masculine I look. While staring at my puffed out pecs, I recognize the tiny crystal perfectly settled within the valley of these enormous muscles and try to think about how this all happened.

I first met Jeremy on campus when he utilized my tutoring services to help him pass his general requirements in freshman year. For years now, I’ve had a crush on him, but the attraction has only grown the closer we got. Somehow, we’ve become close friends; so much so that we’re now rooming together for our senior year. Unfortunately for me, Jeremy is painfully straight, which is always made abundantly clear based on the constant female moans I always hear echoing through the walls. When it came time for me to come out to him, Jeremy surprised me by telling me he knew and didn’t mind the fact that I was gay. In fact, he even offered to be my wingman on Friday nights when we would go bouncing between the local gay club and straight bars. He was an awesome guy, but I wanted more than just his friendship, I wanted companionship. Luckily for me, last night was Jeremy’s birthday, so I knew it was the perfect opportunity to try and make him mine. 

Due to my hopeless desire to be with him, I was willing to try anything, so I spent several weeks scouring the internet for weeks looking for various spells. Of course, nothing worked due to the fact that spells aren’t real, so I just continued searching for any glimmer of possibility of my fantasy being fulfilled. One late night, I eventually came across a website that was selling several enchanted items. Looking at the various possibilities, I found myself intensely drawn towards this two-piece crystal necklace set. When clicking the link, the website stated that when both the purchaser and the subject wear their corresponding necklace, their inner most desires will be fulfilled. Looking at the crystal charm on the necklace one more time, I decided to bite the bullet and send this random website my $59.99 + shipping just on the off-chance that my desires could actually come true.

“But bro, why am I Jeremy instead of him being my boyfriend…” I say out loud, quickly coming back to reality. Still not used to hearing his voice coming out of my mouth and also confused by my use of words like “bro”, my hands instinctively reach for my throat as my mind still gets confused trying to wrap my brain around it all. Curious about what happened to my body, I turn out of the bathroom and walk down the hallway, eventually finding myself outside my old room. Quickly knocking on the door, I wait until the door opens and I’m greeted to my old body. 

“Whoa, how am I staring at myself” my old body cries out, the understandable state of shock spreading across his face. “Uh bro, I kind of ordered a magical necklace that said it would fulfill our inner desires. I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but I guess it worked…” I quickly say, watching as my old face tries to register what I just said. “So, what was your desire then?” I hear him say in his now higher voice. “Uh, well, I really liked you and wanted to be closer to you.” Toby’s face goes blank as he understands the whole reason of the necklace present and finally connects the dots. Somewhat afraid of the power the necklace seemingly has, Toby quickly took off his necklace and threw it across the room in fear. Still curious about why we swapped bodies instead of him just becoming gay and finding me attractive, I quickly ponder “Well, what was your desire then?” 

His eyes quickly dart down as he tilts his head down in shame.

“Well, I kind of wished to be more like you. I always wished I was smarter like you and wasn’t such an idiot at school… I mean, I always felt so dumb next to you whenever you had to teach me about Psychology and math.” Toby says, which causes me to realize that his desire was what caused this. My obsession with Jeremy’s body and his desire to be smart like me just caused the necklaces to swap our bodies since that was the easiest fix. While thinking about our friendship, I struggle to remember any of my days as a tutor. In fact, thinking about tutoring only gives me memories of where I met Toby and he spent hours trying to teach me the simplest ideas. “Whoa, you really did take my intelligence bro.” I say, leaning against the doorway as I close my eyes and rub my head. I continue to try to force myself to think about my previous education. However, I struggle to pull up any information from the various classes I took in my old body. In fact, I stumble to even remember simple math problems as I think back to my high school days. When I begin to think about science and experiments, the only thing that comes to mind is various exercises and diet information such as portioning food and various diets to help me gain muscle.

Watching me in curiosity, Toby pulls his glasses down and stares as he heads over to his desk and pulls out his textbook. “Well, I suppose if I do have this newfound knowledge, I better take advantage of it!” He says as he grabs a notebook on the desk and begins working. “So like, you don’t want to swap back bro? What about your body?” I say, confused about how to proceed. His total acceptance of his situation has left me even more off-balance as I try to get adjusted to my new body. Toby turns to look at me before matter-of-factly saying “Well, I obviously loved my body since I spent so much time working on it. But, I do think it’s a no-brainer to sacrifice it to get all of this intelligence. Like, Jeremy, you had a full job lined up as Toby after graduating where you’d be making six figures. My old body had no aspirations other than working out and fucking nonstop.” He says with a light chuckle. I look at him in confusion as he smiles at me and asks “Are you happy with this?”

Thinking about his question, I begin to ponder if this is actually a blessing in disguise. I had no passion for that career Toby mentioned anyway, so I like the idea of having tons of possibilities in terms of what I can do after graduating. I mean, sure I’m a lot dumber and struggle in college, but at least it’s my senior year and I already helped Jeremy take the hard classes prior to the swap. So now, I can just cruise by with these last few classes and be free from the embarrassment of college learning. I start to smile as I imagine the possible paths my future can go now. I could become a personal trainer and help people get as buff as me, or I could even go harder with these gains and start professionally bodybuilding. “You know what, you’re right dude!” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking rad!” I continue as I start flexing my muscles and get turned on thinking about waking up as Jeremy every day. Toby looks up from his textbook and flashes a quick smile and says “Well, I’m glad it’s settled then”, before quickly diving back into his studies.

Ready to get out of this apartment and explore the town with my new body, I quickly turn around and head out of Toby’s room and towards my new room. I scan the room and pick up the various clothes strewn across the floor. Standing out to me, I quickly grab a light blue tank top and some shorts along with my phone. I run down the hallway with ease as my muscular body suffers no strain from the fast jog. I’ve had to run down the hallway multiple times when I was running late for classes, and in my old body, I was constantly out of breath with just that short distance. While running past Toby’s room, I quickly scream out to him, “See you later Toby, I’m going out!” As I get into the living room and start putting on my sneakers, I watch as his door opens as he quickly peeks his head out. He quickly says “Alright, see you later” and slams the door. I laugh and think happily about how great he feels with his new body. I didn’t expect him to take it so well, but I’m glad it didn’t lead to tons of drama. I mean, personally, I wouldn’t want to be stuck studying smart shit in those various textbooks all day, but if that’s what makes him happy, I’m glad I could help somehow. Happily thinking about how nice it is to be freed from my intelligence in exchange for this body, I hop into my car and speed off. It’s impossible to keep my tight shorts from tenting as I drive and keep thinking about how many of those twinks will be throwing themselves at me once I get to the gay club. I quickly pull out my phone and download Grindr. I snap a few pictures of my swole muscles and post one onto the new account, eager to see how many messages I can receive once I reach my destination.

I suppose Toby was right, we truly did get what we’ve always desired…

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[hauntedestarchives]

[swappingbryn]

[male-beauty-gifsets]

[sluttyhenley]

Ryan Guzman as Kenny Roper

Everybody Wants Some!! (2016)

[marcoh1234]

Reverse Uno

Watching Tiffany get every guy in school was an annoyance. Guys would break up with their girlfriends just to go out with her. I’d had enough when she started to come for my boyfriend. It started off innocent with the flirting, then she started to bring him little gifts. Then out of nowhere he came to me and told me he’d fallen out of love for me.

That was the final straw for me, Tiffany had to be punished. What Tiffany didn’t know is that my family is magic. Although I rarely use it myself, I wanted her to get what she deserved. It took me a few days to devise a fitting punishment. As luck would have it, she strolled into the bathroom complaining to one of her friends about how gross boys can be. Sweaty, stinky, hairy monsters was her description of half the boys she went out with. My plan was already forming, imagining her becoming one of these kinds of guys. When I got home that night, I began looking through my spells to find one suitable to her liking.

I slowly recited the words in my head making sure I pronounced them perfectly. My lips silently moved in-tune until I felt I could pronounce them without any issue. With a slow breath I closed my eyes and began to recite the words. My fingers tingled as the magic slowly flowed out onto the ground searching for her. It looked like a slight haze as it flew from my window in search of her. Now all I had to do was wait.

The magic flew close to the ground in search of Tiffany. It didn’t take long for it to find her applying makeup for a date. Like a panther it slowly snuck up to her. About to strike she turned and put up a finger whispering a counter spell. The spell paused in its tracks confused for a moment until it was given new directions. It receded from the room in search of its new target.

I was sitting on my bed flipping through a magazine envisioning the look on Tiffany’s face as she became what she hated. Something tugged at my pant leg. “Huh?” I looked up to see my magic staring at me before pouncing and pinning me to my bed. “No! What are you doing?” Looking like a happy pet it ran its magical tongue up and down my feet. Unable to move with the weight of it on top of me I had to watch as my dainty feet extended out. A small amount of hair growing on top of each toe and the top of my foot. My beautiful manicure flaking off as a powerful scent began to emit from them.

“No no no! This isn’t right, you’re my spell!” I grunted in vain as it ran its tongue up my shins and calves, hair exploding out as my muscles and bones began to ache. Each additional inch felt more painful than the last as my muscles spasmed. I had to endure watching my muscles grow underneath my skin, watching as my freshly waxed legs got hairier. My spell must’ve been weak because the amount of hair I expected was less than I imagined. My book was sitting on the nightstand beside me, but I could reach it as it held me down. The page was still open to my spell and I peered over searching for a way to undo it.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned feeling it nuzzle my crotch. It felt better than I imagined as it coaxed my new manhood out. It took my focus away for a moment before I felt my thighs burning as they expanded, my hips popping as my hourglass shape straightened out. Rapidly I scanned the page only to realize that the fix was on the next. I tried blowing on the page as it continued to run its magical tongue up my stomach. I could feel my treasure trail grow out as my abs became more defined and prominent. My hips finished changing giving me a V down to my groin.

I kept blowing, the page slowly moving as it tried to turn over. My magical creation reached my chest and instead of licking my breasts it used its paws to gently step on them to push them back down into my chest until they were flat. With my arms free I reached for the book and knocked it onto the floor. “Dammit!” I grunted noticing how deep my voice had become. “Shit!” My fingers were just shy of reaching the book when it began to lick my arms. Slowly my reach got longer until I had my hand on the book. “Gotcha!” I lifted it up and was about to read when I heard a low growl. I looked up and then felt a wet magical tongue glide across my face. I let out a manly scream and moan as my face began to change. I couldn’t stop it as my hair grew shorter. I squirmed underneath my magical pet and then he jumped off.

“Thank god,” I said with my deeper masculine voice. “Wait no!” I yelled as he began to shake. Magical fibers flew off from him and began to land around my room. I then remembered I put in a reality change as well to the spell. “No!” I reached for the book as a magical fiber landed on it changing it into a basketball. Now I was screwed. There was no going back now, I could only watch as my make up changed into trophies and underwear. My hamper filled with my clothes suddenly exploded, sending my clothes across the room as they turned into day old shirts, socks, and boxers. The lavender hue of my walls changed until it was a lighter green. My once clean room was now a mess as I turned in time to see the magical being I’d created fade away sealing my transformation.

“Fuck me!” I groaned and turned to see myself in the mirror. There was no denying it, I was a boy, maybe not the one that Tiffany had despised, but I was certainly nothing like I was. “What? I don’t understand! How did this happen?” My skin was no longer perfectly tanned. I had tan lines now, my long flowing brown hair was now a sweaty mess at the top of my head. I ran my long fingers through it feeling the sweat. My thin eyebrows now looked like two furry caterpillars. I think it was the fact that I’d just changed, at least I hope it was, but I lifted up my armpits to take a sniff. My scent was strong, masculine, I didn’t mind it actually. What I didn’t understand though was the spell should’ve just died. It was not supposed to turn me into a guy, only Tiffany. She’s the one that needed to learn a lesson. My doorbell rang downstairs.

Wearing my boxers and a pair of shorts that’d probably been a skirt at some point I went downstairs and opened the door. “What?” I said gruffly until I noticed Tiffany was standing there at the door with a smile.

“Hello Sam,” she greeted making her way inside. “So, this is where it ended up at?” My jaw dropped; she knew. She stopped my spell somehow. “Close your mouth,” she said pushing up gently on my chin. “Yes, I sent your little spell back to you.” She eyed me and smiled. “Good work by the way, I might’ve made a hot guy like you did.” I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t just jinx her, my book was gone. “So, here’s how this is going to play out Sam.” She came closer. “You’re going to be my newest boyfriend.” I gave her a funny face and she responded by kissing my cheek. Slowly my feelings changed as I suddenly realized how she’d taken every guy she’d ever wanted. “Love potion,” she whispered in my ear as a dumb goofy grin displayed across my face. “Take me upstairs,” she whispered and without hesitation I grabbed the most beautiful girl in school’s hand and took her up to my bedroom.

[shootingstarwritings]

Thank you for Hosting

Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.

Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.

“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”

Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.

Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.

The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”

That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.

“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.

However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”

“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.

Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.

As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.

What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.

W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!

All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.

Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.

Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.

Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.

“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.

“I hope you’re ready for your new bachelor life, Marduk. Your wife is gonna be sick of you and your cheating ways soon. Oh, and thanks for hosting, by the way.”

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: World Cup

The world can come together for a great many things. However, it is the season in which the world unites for a very specific sport. While it goes by many names, the World Cup has sparked excitement among fans, passion among athletes, and after the Great Shift a means to expect the unexpected.

After 90% of the world swapped bodies, many found themselves in new countries as well as new bodies. Some managed to not only adapt to their new settings, but completely embraced it. Taking on a new body, but embracing the culture, the people, and the sport that body had mastered… well. That’s how legends are born.

The Great Shift News Crew wanted to hear from the very athletes that are making up this year’s World Cup. 

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Guadalajara, Mexico

Hola! Lo siento. ¿Hablas inglés? Haha sorry. Sometimes I can’t help speaking and thinking in Spanish these days. You wanted to talk about how I got started in soccer right? 

It’s kinda a funny story. Guess I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Weilin Wu, from Portland Oregon! I was in college working on my degree in international studies with a minor in linguistics last year. But… that interest had to be put on hold when the Great Shift happened. 

I was probably the furthest from a prime athlete in college that you could imagine. In fact, up until recently my idea of a marathon would have been binging a few seasons of the anime My Hero Academia or Delicious in Dungeon.  Being 5’0 with a pension for chocolates and milk tea didn’t exactly give me the best physique. And I didn’t have that much confidence when I couldn’t grow any facial hair to safe my life.  Let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my physical appearance my freshman year.

Well. I can honestly say after the Great Shift happened everything changed. I went from typing notes in my dorm room to running through a grass soccer field barefoot! 

The first thing I did? Immediately fall over…

I mean can you blame me? I was sitting at my desk and suddenly I was running 20 miles per hour shirtless and barefoot in a foreign country. 

I immediately tumbled to the ground and got acquainted with how this new body of mine can take a fall. When the world finally stopped spinning I realized just how much everything changed. I mean… look at me. 

Going from a short Asian American to a Mexico pro athlete was like a dream come true!

I’d gone from five foot nothing to 6’4 in the span of mere moments. When I tried to stand for the first time I nearly fell over again. People don’t tell you that you can get vertigo from a sudden growth spurt. And the height was just part of it. My snacking habit made it more difficult for me to see past my sizable stomach, so when I stood up straight for the first time and looked down to see a 6 pack, I nearly fainted. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And it wasn’t just any 6 pack, I had a thick treasure trail where previously I had no hair at all. That sexy strip led straight to my new vicious V and… well I don’t think I can say the next part for the audiences at home. 

What I can say though is how big my feet became. Being over 6 feet tall I expected to have pretty sizable feet, but size 16s kinda blew my mind. That’s literally twice the size of my former feet!

When I finally managed to catch my breath and take in my new body the rest became history. News broadcasts about the Great Shift, people panicking, and others… choosing to help those displaced. 

The teammates around me immediately asked if I was ok and helped me get acquainted with who I became when I told them what happened. It helped that I was already semi fluent in Spanish, otherwise I’d be completely lost.  To this day, the team still likes to tease me when I say something with a gringo accent though. 

Long story short I found I was in the body of César Huerta, the 6’4 Winger for the team that would be playing in the World Cup for Mexico. César  landed in my body and was equally confused. 

With some help from the team and some patience we eventually reunited. César understood he probably wouldn’t be playing soccer anytime soon, so instead he asked if I was interested in taking his place on the team. 

It wasn’t unheard of. Countless people began to start a career in pro sports after the shift. I’m pretty sure Nick and Joey Bosa’s bodies were now occupied by a brother and sister from Thailand. 

I wasn’t sure. I had never played a game of soccer in my life. However, with some encouragement and coaching from César I found I was a natural. His body had all this muscle memory waiting for me to use! After a few practices I was playing just as good as he was, if not better. 

From that day on I became a part of the team. My new teammates have been super welcoming and let me stay with them until I found a place of my own. 

I’ve been living in Mexico ever since. The language already felt natural to me after a few months. I’m not sure if it was me adapting to this culture… or perhaps this body just feels more comfortable speaking that language. 

My parents visit on the holidays. It helps that my older parents swapped into two handsome European backpackers who love to travel.  My mom likes to compare who has more abs these days and my dad always makes sure we finish a full bottle of whatever he brought on his last trip. 

As for me, getting used to the mundanities of César’s bodies has been the best part. From the very beginning he warned me to make sure I keep up his shaving routine. That wasn’t something I was used to considering I’d never had to shave. Only now I had a thick beard by 5 o'clock if I wasn’t careful. After that I made sure to listen to all of César’s advice. 

He taught me the proper way to care for my curlier hair, he showed me the best exercises for his body, and he even showed me a shoe store that catered to my larger size. That last one was important. Walking around with size 16s is more difficult than it looks. I stubbed my toes several times the first week in César’s body. And my feet got so sweaty all the time I just preferred to walk around barefoot most places. 

I’d need all the help I could get as I wasn’t the most… composed during my first actual game in his body.

There was something about seeing a huge crowd of people staring at you… yearning from some relief after all the stress the Great Shift had caused…  it was a bit overwhelming. All that expectation to be the source of entertainment for the masses really got to me that day…  I missed so many passes for that one game.  But it wasn’t the end of the world. I kept at it. I kept practicing.

To my surprise César was practicing right beside me most days. He enjoyed coaching sure, but even in my body he enjoyed playing the most. In this last year he lost over 40lbs in my previous body and is even considering rejoining the team once he feels ready.

I really appreciate how César and the rest of the team have been making sure I improve each game. Without their help I don’t think my transition into this body would’ve worked. And of course without their help I don’t think we would’ve been able to win the first game of the World Cup!

My team and I can’t wait to celebrate. They say my face is all over social media after our last play. It used to feel so… strange thinking that was me.  But now… Now when I look in the mirror I don’t see a stranger. I see a handsome, confident Mexican man. I see me. I see the person who is going to bring home the World Cup for Mexico this year!

[harvzilla]

Chronivac (more here)

Loaded my own profile up. I am always so varied in my TF interests, the chronivac is really my ultimate device for the variety of TF’s it gives out. I think today I would be happy as a bimbo.

[transformhim]

Fest Prep

(GrowingGuys redux)

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“How about this one?” Lauren asked in her new deep voice as her body made the final changes into Christian.

“Well,” started Georgia slowly, “I mean, Christian’s fine, but not fine. You know? If we’re going through with this, we’re going all the way.”

“Whatever,” Lauren sighed as she took off Christian’s gym shorts. Her body quickly shortened, muscles disappeared, groin contracted, hair lengthened, and breasts/bum inflated back to normalcy. Sighing she added, “Just more time for trying on jock clothes. I’ll never get used to this. Love it!”

Two days ago, Lauren and Georgia had an issue. There was a music festival coming near where they lived. All of their favorite bands would be there, there would be camping, plenty of time for them to experiment with drugs, but each of their parents had said no. They said that kind of environment wasn’t safe for two girls to go alone; you never know what kind of creep might be lurking in the crowd. They each protested, reminding their parents that they were both over 18 and no longer in school, but their parents pulled some ‘my house, my rules’ bullshit. As much as they hated it, Lauren and Georgia knew that they were right; most guys have no clue how to keep it in their pants when they see a female. But Georgia had a solution. She had begun reading online about some body morphing spells that could be advantageous for her and Lauren, you just needed a personal item from one person and chant some words into it then use it. Lauren and Georgia devised a plan to tell each of their parents that they would be staying at each other’s houses during the weekend of the festival, but they wouldn’t be there. Now, Lauren and Georgia were in the boy’s locker room at the local community college, trying on different players for size as different teams were on the courts or on the fields practicing.

———

Georgia found Malcolm’s locker and felt a rush within her. He was so hot, so fucking macho. She eagerly stripped all of her clothes and whispered the chant into his sweaty briefs and sweatpants and put them on. Instantly, she grew a foot and a half while her torso and shoulders broadened and new genitalia began to fill in the boxers, making them much tighter than they initially were. She, or rather he at this point, began grunting in a deeper and deeper tone as muscles began to inflate and expand from all areas of the body, while her breasts flattened and hardened against her chest. Finally, her body gained more hair than she ever had and the hair on her head shrunk down. She felt a tingle as tattoos appeared all down her arm.

After all of the changes, she looked at herself in the mirror, feeling all of the new mounds of muscle, squeezing her pecs where her breasts used to be. “Aw, fuckin ay, man,” she exclaimed in a new gravely deep voice. She noticed Lauren had stripped down, preparing to don a pair of Alex’s gym shorts. She felt her new cock begin to swell in the briefs and she reached down to cup her growing set. What the fuck, was she getting turned on by her best friend? Whatever, can’t argue with biology. She turned to walk towards Lauren, slowly starting to stroke her new member over Malcolm’s sweats, when Lauren pulled up the gym shorts. She arched her back and moaned as all of the changes took place. Georgia felt like she should be turned on by the spectacle of Lauren’s transformation, but she felt her cock losing its stiffness when Lauren settled into her new masculinity, feeling up her new muscles.

She looked up and saw Georgia/Malcolm with his hands on his crotch. “Hey, what the hell man!” said Lauren in Alex’s familiar Southern accent. Georgia realized that she still had her hands down Malcolm’s pants at this point, gripping her now flaccid member.

“Ease up, bro. I was turned on a moment ago by, uh… by you.”

“The fuck, Georgia?”

“I’m guessing it’s a straight thing! I don’t know!”

“Y’all saying Malcolm’s attracted to me?” Lauren asked excitedly as she exhaled loudly and threw a meaty arm into the air. “Fuckin’ right! As soon as we’re done with this body borrowing, I’m getting that dick. Lemme see it, just a sneak peak?”

Georgia grinned and lowered the sweats and underwear to expose the massive meat hanging between her legs. Lauren shuddered and giggled excitedly.

Georgia considered something for a moment. “What if we could fool around at the concert?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, technically you and me will not be… you and me… at the concert,” she began trailing off.

“So?”

“So you said we’re going all out for an opportunity like this, so why not go ALL out, all out?”

“You mean like… fool around?”

“Exactly.”

Lauren considered the possibility for a moment. “Well, I’m not really into you right now, but…”

“You mean to tell me you don’t think there aren’t a couple of gay guys on the team?”

Lauren paused, “Good point.”

Lauren and Georgia disrobed and began searching for more clothes when they heard the gym doors opening with a crowd coming in. Knowing it was the football team coming back from practice, Lauren and Georgia panicked and grabbed four random pieces of clothing from the nearest lockers and ran out. They then ran out to Georgia’s car and sped away.

———

As they were driving through the country road on the way to Georgia’s house, Lauren began talking off her clothes and reached in the back of the car, bringing out a pair of jean shorts.

“What the hell are you doing?” Georgia asked.

“What? I’m addicted to the rush, I guess. Eyes on the road.”

Georgia rolled her eyes as Lauren pulled up the jean shorts, arching her back as her body underwent impressive changes. Lauren quickly shifted to Lorenzo, the exchange student on the soccer team, and put on her sunglasses and looked over at Georgia.

“Piace quello che vdei?” Lauren asked, in a smooth Italian accent, shocked and laughing at what she heard. She pointed at her mouth excitedly, “Posso parlare Italiano!”

“Nice, Lauren, grabbing the one exchange student’s shorts.”

“Andare a farsi fottere, Georgia.” Lauren replied. She disrobed, changing back to Lauren in a matter of seconds, and laughed, “Oh, come on, the Italian was sexy.”

“Whatever, just put on some clothes, we’re nearly to my place.”

Lauren obeyed as they drove into Georgia’s driveway. Georgia’s parents were out of town on an anniversary trip, so they had as much time as they needed. They arrived at Georgia’s house and hurried into her room.

Georgia wasted no time. She grabbed a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top, stripped off all of her clothes, and whispered the chant into each of them. “Let’s see who we’ve got,” she said as she pulled on the pants and pulled the shirt down over her head.

Because the girls had been going through this all day, the changes were very quick. Georgia was thrown back onto the furniture behind her due to the size and weight of the muscles growing on her body, while every one of her features broadened and became more masculine, and her body bulged in every direction until she was the mirror image of Cole. She groaned in a deep voice as new genitalia snaked out between her legs in the yoga shorts, immediately leaking pre. “I’ll never get used to that,” she added. Finally, her arms exploded in muscle. She laughed and flexed them for Lauren. Cole indeed had sizable, impressive arms for his size.

“How about it?” she asked Lauren in a deep slur.

Lauren was indeed turned on but she decided to save face, “It’s ok. Cole is a hunk, no doubt, but he’s just too… I don’t know, earthy? All of that yoga and spiritualism shit is cute but mixed with his dynamite physique it’s a little confusing.”

“Nuh uh! He’s great, and at least he can speak fucking English!”

“Oh, come on, Alonzo made up for it with his looks. Here’s the real test,” Georgia added as she purposefully showed off her cleavage to Georgia as Cole.

Georgia sat watching, “What? What’s the deal… Ooooh—am I turned on? … Uh, nah, I’m not getting anything,” she reached inside of Cole’s waistband and jostled his junk around a bit, even reaching out to squeeze one of Lauren’s tits, “Nope, nothing.”

“Well, at least we’re getting warmer. I’m going next.”

“I’m keeping Cole, though. I’ll find someone else who wouldn’t mind swallowing this rod.”

“Look, he’s cute, I won’t argue that! I just think you could do better,” Lauren suggested as she picked up one of the briefs left and whispered the chant into it.

Lauren pulled on the briefs and underwent a change with an intensity that neither of them had ever seen. The briefs immediately filled out in the groin and ass, looking bit too tight for her torso. Her whole body writhed and broadened and every inch of her seemed to erupt in muscle as her face and jaw squared out with fresh stubble. All of her features darkened and became more masculine and she stood up as the mirror image of Clark, the tight end of the team.

Georgia/Cole was adjusting her new groin, incredibly turned on. Lauren noticed Georgia gripping her stiff member and felt her own ride up in response. She pointed down at her new cock and spoke in a booming baritone, “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about. THIS is what we’re looking for! Whip that thing out bro!”

Georgia, driven by lust, pulled out Cole’s thick cock and started beating it while Lauren whipped Clark’s meat out and started jacking it, too, with animalistic ferocity. Lauren/Clark approached Georgia/Cole, meat in hand, and started groping his massive arms and chest, bucking her hips intensely against Cole’s front, as Cole leaned in and made out with Clark with fiery greediness, bucking his hips against Clark with his meat in hand as well. After about a minute of lust-driven mania, the two gripped onto each other’s shoulders and fired shot after shot of jizz all over each other’s chests and abs. Each of them moaning intensely, they collapsed into one other, leaning against each other and supporting their exhausted bodies on each other’s shoulders, wrapping their beefy arms around each other. In their embrace, their huge muscles grinded against one another, each of their cum mixing with the other, as the two panted holding each other.

Georgia spoke up first, her new sharp chin resting against Clark’s bulging shoulders, “I just didn’t know Clark was gay. Didn’t know Cole was for that matter, but he’s much more surprising.”

“Are you kidding? Clark and Frederick are the biggest obvious closeted couple around.”

Georgia/Cole pushed herself off Clark’s shoulder to look him in the eyes, “Frederick!? The quarterback?”

“Yes sir,” Lauren/Clark answered. Georgia felt weird but aroused for Lauren to address her as ‘sir,’ and she felt her cock fatten up again. “As a matter of fact, I think we might have taken a little something of his.”

Georgia/Cole’s eyes lit up with a look of joy and surprise and they both looked over at the last pair of briefs lying on the floor. Georgia quickly disrobed and spoke the chant into the briefs.

———

Georgia and Lauren, or rather Frederick and Clark, had finally made it to the festival. They both decided to spend their time shirtless because they were never afforded the opportunity as females, and how could you not showcase bodies like this? Both of them quickly understood why hot guys were constantly parading around fests like this with their tops off. As they were setting up their tent on the first day, Clark looked over at Frederick, his back and neck shining with beads of sweat as he bent over setting up the tent.

“Hey,” Clark called.

“Whassup?” Frederick responded, turning to look to Clark.

“We’re keeping the briefs, right?”

“I really don’t know how you could think that we wouldn’t.”

They both laughed as Clark returned to setting up the tent. Frederick looked over, crawled over to Clark, reached under him and lightly gripped his groin, feeling it swell in his hands and whispered, “Tonight, I’m going to make the tight end my tight end.”

Clark, now fully boned up by the comment, let out a shuddering chuckle, “You really couldn’t resist a line like that, could you?”

They both laughed and joined in a passionate kiss, each copping a feel of the other’s ass, and finally made their way to the stages.

[glawencurr]

I GAVE GOTHAM MAGAZINE THE EXCLUSIVE ON MY, UGH, JUICY CABOOSEY. ↪ Harley Quinn