I was fixated on the sports game I was wanting, not even noticing my room mate walking past me. I felt a soft squeeze on my arm and I darted my vision towards him.
"Are you ever going to transform back?" He inquired. "It's been four days now and you're still 10 years older." Alex jabbed further. I stared at him for a moment before responding.
"What's wrong with that?" I questioned, lowering one of my arms and placing it on my chest. "What if I like how I look?"
"You transformed yourself to look like that guy from the gym and haven't left the house since because you're scared he'll see you." Alex belted, stomping closer to me in a temper.
"Woah. It-It's temporary I swear. I will go back tomorrow I swear to you."
"Isn't that the same thing you said yesterday? And today for a matter of the fact? I sent you to get groceries and when I got back from work nothing changed."
"Hey! I was busy." I moved my hand further down and placed it above my red shorts.
"Running off to the bathroom every 20 minutes doesn't mean you are busy." Alex stormed, walking out of the living room for a moment with his hands obscuring his face. He returned, placing his hands together in a praying motion before begging "Please. Just, switch back tomorrow, please?"
I looked at him once more, and tightened my grip. My answer felt obvious, yet I knew I could not say that answer. I tried to make Alex think otherwise. "I'll see what I can do..."
You ever need some dumb pups to transform, corrupt or manipulate? 🐕
You winced as you asked the question, rubbing your neck in a vain attempt to assuage the soreness that had settled in from throughout the rough week.
"You okay, pal?" asked the scrawny, bowtied sitting across from you, before half unseating himself and stammering on. "We can call it quits for today, if you'd like. You look like you really hur-"
"No, it's fine!" you smiled in your best attempt at cordiality, but the pain in your neck made your voice sound a bit strained. "It's just been a long week is all. I've been very busy..."
Your sentence drifted off as you failed to recollect any distinct detail of the previous week, all of it coming to you in a rushed blur before another twinge of pain derailed the thought process entirely. You weren't unfit, and thus were quite used to the odd sprain or pulled muscle from your time at the gym, but it felt as though the discomfort manifested on an almost unbodily level, your massaging hands and careful stretching doing little to ease the pain. What was worse, you felt rather guilty for putting of helping your friend, now reseated and looking more concerned than ever.
"I understand," he spoke slowly, hesitantly, clearly thinking as he looked you over with an expression you might've taken for hunger if you didn't know he was deeply worried for you.
"You know," he pressed with a care that was obvious in his lilting, rhythmic tone, "I don't mean to tell you what's good for you, because, golly gosh, does it seem like you're in a way, but I might be able to help with some of my products."
The spindly figure stooped over to rifle through the leather satchel beside his chair, one you hadn't noticed before. It was not unlike an old-fashioned doctor's handbag, save for the messenger bag strap attached and the dozens of odd pins and patches attached. The clashing colors and icons, decorating the satchel with the hallmarks of a dozen odd internet fandoms you knew of, gave you the idea that your friend was a through and through nerd.
Why was that something you hadn't realized before?
From his button-up shirt to his thick glasses, he left little room for misinterpretation in that regard. Part of you wondered if he didn't usually tone it down a bit more, keep that side of himself hidden for whatever reason. When you couldn't recall, amidst the pain in your neck growing suddenly worse, you tried to recall how you first met and-
You yelped in pain, a vocalization that surprised you and seemingly caused the pain to temporarily dissipate once you stopped focusing on it. Your nerdy companion looked up from his bag, slightly wide-eyed, an undecipherable smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
"Did you just bark?" he asked, obviously bemused in some fashion or another.
"I... guess I did," you said with a smile of your own, though you couldn't be certain why it was there.
Quite suddenly, reality had taken on a dream-like quality, or perhaps things had already felt that way, with you just failing to notice. Your mind felt frothy, as if air bubbles had formed in all the strange little places you couldn't remember things from. What you were supposed to be doing today, why you knew so little about your friends, and where that darned pain in the neck had come from were each their own little cluster of fizz, between your ears, a notion that that would have alarmed you if it didn't feel so relaxing.
"I guess things are moving along faster than I expected they would," you friend smiled, the gleam in his glasses obscuring his eyes. "Why don't you stuff your mouth though. We don't want things to progress to quickly, do we?"
You weren't sure how to answer, having no context for what was being made, but while you contemplated what advancement was being made without your knowledge, your body obeyed orders unquestioned. Peeling the jockstrap from around your legs, the only clothing you'd been wearing to protect your decency for some reason, and tucking it into your mouth. You held the garment between your teeth, not filling your mouth per say, but occupying it in a way that felt strangely natural to you. The automatic nature of the response, in tandem with that bizarre sense of normalcy, alluded to a regularity that you were not conscious of.
Did you usual only wear a jockstrap? Did you often put it in your mouth? Was your friend normally party to these assumed regularities?
Nothing but thoughtless foam greeted your attempts at recollection, and growing used to your failure to remember anything of use in this context, the pain in your neck seemed to only subside further as you more readily accepted your not knowing. Instead you simply continued to gaze thoughtlessly, mindlessly, into the gleaming glasses still peering back at you, a smile beneath their glow being your only hint to the rummaging friend's response. He no longer bothered to look into the bag, fixedly holding your gaze as if the searching was nothing but a formality, an excuse to be there with you.
Why was he here in your home in the first place?
More bubbles.
Come to think of it, was this even your home?
A part of you wanted to look around, take stock of your environment, but there was a magnetic quality to that gleaming stare bearing back at you, holding your focus as if your were an animal being tempted by a treat. Something familiar about that idea rang clearly from across the emptiness expanding across your mindscape, and no sooner had you begun to mentally pull at that thread, brow furrowing in concentration from over your mouthed jockstrap, when a sudden exclamation from your friend drew your attention back to him.
"Ah ha!" he cried, easily pulling out a large book from the depths of his bag. "I found it!"
As strange as you felt, you had to concentrate to overcome a sudden sense of lightheadedness once the book had been plucked from your friend's bag, and once your eyes had focused, you managed to recognize a very familiar yearbook.
"That's mine," you mumbled from around your jockstrap.
"Are you certain?" the nerd sitting across from you questioned leadingly.
You were ready to assert your confirmation, but something about your friend's voice and that strange gleaming gaze made you second-guess yourself. You forced yourself to drag your eyes away from the glasses once more to inspect the book being handed to you. Taking it in your grasp, you became less certain. The name of the school seemed wrong, and the year might have been incorrect. Like most everything else from that evening, your brain was light on details, so you were suddenly certain you were uncertain, ironically.
Flipping it open, you found familiar faces, however, just slightly off. You didn't recall a teacher in such and such subject, and you could have sworn you had a best friend on this or that team. The real head-scratcher came when you turned a page and though you saw yourself, having glimpsed a picture out of the corner of your eye, but after hurriedly fixing your gaze upon it, the familiar face smiling back at you was from behind gleaming glasses.
"Yep, this is my yearbook!" the nerd spoke without your looking up, but you could almost swear he was speaking to you from the page. "Don't I look swell?"
You nodded politely, jockstrap swinging limply as it dragged across the page, but you felt more confused than ever.
"Don't fret too much though," your friend assured from the chess-club page. "You're still in it, you remember. You'll just have to find yourself in my book, since you lost yours."
You felt inclined to do as he said, ignoring a passing inkling that you had meant to be doing something other than taking a stroll down memory lane, and found yourself on the page for some weight-lifting club when your friend spoke up again.
"There you are!" he cheerily announced, pointing to a brawny figure on the page. "See?"
You saw the person he was pointing too, but he didn't seem all that familiar at first. In fact, you were more inclined to identify with the person beside him, holding a water bottle to the muscular young man's lips as he curled two dumbbells. Looking at this second student, however, it was easy to see who the scrawny eighteen year-old was, the caption listing his age and name. It was a name that was strangely familiar to you, granted, but the glasses peering back at you were unmistakable.
"It was always swell helping you in gym class," the spectacled figure dictated from the page. "I was never really good at the weight lifting, and kind of gave up on it after senior year, you recall. I even tried out for water polo once before giving up.
"But golly gosh were you great at lifting! You always had your paws full with those dumbbells, so I helped with by giving you food and water and taking care of you..."
The nerd continued to recall a history that seemed to populate itself in your mind as he spoke it, his words popping the air bubbles in your brain and replacing the space they'd previously occupied. Strangely, it felt as if the air, no longer anchored, simply continued to swell your mind, making it a slow and lethargic process to remember what your friend was talking about, but the longer you stared at the brawny figure he indicated as yourself, it was easier and easier for you to accept. You even mumbled a mindless, agreeing echo of what the nerd said from around your jockstrap.
"Weight lifting... senior year... paws full... take care of me..."
"That's right," the nerd confirmed. "You clung to me like a puppy, even though everyone else thought I was a bit of a pain in the neck."
Looking at the photo, you saw that your hair had been shorn short and trimmed into a tight, simplistic cut atop your head. Your arms were easily double the size of what you had been looking for previously, but seeing them now, they felt right. You flexed your biceps, shifting the book slightly, to feel that you still had the same old strength that you'd used to have, maybe even more. Surely you had worked out even more since school, so it would make since that you had only become more muscular, right?
"Puppy... pain in the-"
Another yelp loosened the jockstrap from between your teeth, and the nerd's lenses flashed from over the book.
"Oh, that's right," he said, more slowly than when he had been eagerly rambling on before. "The pain in your neck. We still have to get it the rest of the way out."
Your friend, his name going missing from your mind the moment he took the book back from you, proceeded to slot it back into the bag. As he did, your mind felt more solid, more actualized, than it had before, and the strange sense of false-reality began to lessen. From just looking at the nerd's bag alone, the pins from the school's old clubs and patches supporting the hometown teams seemed far more correct than they had previously. It was as if you'd been formerly seeing double, and now the two dueling images were coming back together, different than before.
Encouraged by the sense of continuity, you tried to recall what you had last been thinking as the nerd began idly rummaging again, what could have spurred on such progress. You had been talking, or rather listening, about your time in high school, weight lifting with your friend. Part of you wondered what you had done next, despite not recalling. You had been so close to your nerdy companion, it was hard to believe you had gone somewhere without him if you had tended to follow him around like a puppy.
"Ah hah!" your friend cried, pulling out another book intended with another of your strange senses of epiphany and sudden dizziness. "How about this?"
It was a scrap book this time, titled with the name of a college that momentarily seemed familiar to you before any recollections of it receded from your mental grasp. You opened it, and from the first page, a flood of nostalgia greeted you without any sense of why. Pictures of fellow students, a dorm room, a campus, and so much more seemed so familiar to you, yet you were in none of the photos. Instead, a familiar, spectacled face smiled back from every one.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" he sighed with pleasant wistfulness.
You didn't know whether to shack or nod your head, so you simply kept turning the pages. It took awhile, but eventually you were stopped again.
"Oh, there's one of you!" the nerdy pointed a scrawny digit at a particularly poorly lit photo.
It appeared that your friend hadn't wanted to be seen, or at the very least, he hadn't minded the photo being taken at a particularly remote location. He was laid out on the grass, on top of a picnic blanket, with dozens of books, ranging from class texts to tabletop roleplaying guides. He was facing a fence, however, and squinting at the picture, you could barely make out a bearded figure half-poised from the surrounding shrubbery with beast-like disregard.
"You were pretty rough around then," the nerd recalled, dismissive pity staining whatever perceptible sympathy he conveyed for the animalistic man on the other side of the fence. "I couldn't take care of you, since I couldn't keep you in my dorm. I snuck you food from the cafeteria when I could, though, and every day, you came back to fill your paws with the stuff and cram it down."
You found it strange, the way he spoke about this man, about you. The amazement that he had expressed about you in the yearbook had largely degraded to lackluster sympathy, as if the outsider he shared a photo with was his yesteryear's muddled attempt at charity. You'd seen from the other photos that the nerd had done well for himself, achieving academically while this bestial shadow of the past dogged in his footsteps for whatever meager nurturing he could be given.
"Rough..." you murmured, transfixed on the shadowy figure and the nerd's glasses peering back at him through the photo. "Take care of me... paws full..."
"Of course," your nerdy friend continued, flipping the page for you, "when I could eventually afford an apartment off-campus with my terrific grant money, you were a bit of a mess."
There were more photos of your and the nerd together, in a familiar apartment, one that you might've thought you'd rented by yourself. Seeing your friend's gleaming glasses in the photographs, however, you swiftly remembered who had been paying all the bills, and in each picture, you lumbered in the background, secondary, lesser. You looked particularly squalid as well, as if to suit the station.
You were clothed in tatters. Your body was etched with dozens of tattoos you hadn't seen in the photos in the last book. Your ear had been pierced, as if you were a simple tagged animal. Your hair had grown longer, despite still being shave to the top of your head. A burgeoning bear enveloped your jaw as well, giving you a neanderthalic impression that was only enhanced by the dull expression that wore in every single picture.
"You were a handful to train," the nerd laughed conspiratorially, though you distantly registered the feeling that the jibe was particularly one-sided. "Me and the other scholars from school always said you couldn't help it though, your mind being so empty comparatively speaking, but you were still a bit of a pain in the neck, simple beast that you were."
Your mind felt like it was swimming in the deluge of new information, all the while becoming increasingly slow from becoming so air headed from all the resolved bubbles, so you were hardly even aware as you oafishly murmured from around the jockstrap in a trance-like mantra.
"Paws full... mind empty... neck pain..."
You flinched from the twinge you experienced upon voicing your discomfort, though the soreness in your neck felt like a problem from a different lifetime. You were hardly even cognizant of the nerd recovering the book from your limp grasp, inserting it into the bag, and rummaging around once more, hidden eyes fixed glaringly on you. A distant part of you worried that the poor thing might fall apart, looking so tattered and worn, featuring animalistic scratches and bestial bitemarks. It looked as though it had been the chew toy of some simple beast.
Simple beast...
As you oafishly drooled into the already well-saturated jockstrap, you wondered why that notion struck such a chord in your increasingly unresponsive mind. You didn't have to think about it for long though, a relief considering that the process was dreadfully slow and difficult. In fact, you were happy to a near-primal degree when the nerd withdrew a new item from his back. Looking up at it, you were frustrated to see that it was a piece of paper, filled with those strange scrawling that the nerd liked reading so much. You had liked it much better when he was showing you pictures.
"Ah, there we are!" he cried successfully, looking down at you with an adoring smile. "You remember this, of course."
You merely panted uncomprehendingly from around the jockstrap, savoring the strangely tantalizing flavors within the fabric that you were suddenly becoming aware of. The document appeared to be certificate of some kind, that you could recognize, but your creeping gray-matter merely boggled at the sight of written information, sloughing off such literary investigations for greater minds. You had your paws full enjoying the jockstrap after all, particularly enjoying a salty undertone you hadn't registered before, and after all, your mind was famously, appropriately empty.
"You signed it at the beginning of this week," the nerd assured you, despite your having been capable of swearing that the inky hand-print now on the page was an actual signature before. "You had had enough and wanted so badly to give up all your stress and worries, even at the cost of your brains, and thus weren't even aware of having made a deal with yourself...
"Well, having made a deal with me," your better half cheerily cooed down to you, his lenses clearing to reveal a pair of familiar eyes, the same eyes you'd vow to having seen each day you looked in the mirror.
"We split things on a fifty-fifty percentile basis," the man spoke down to you with the sickly sweet tone. "I took the brains, the responsibility, the self-expectations, and other such important gifts of glory.
"And as you recall," he stooped down to tousle your hair, which you very much appreciated, "you are left with the past you would've had without me."
For a moment you thought that you considered this a bum deal, that you had been tricked through extraordinary circumstances, and that you might still have the ability to bargain to make yourself a complete person again. Yet, your poor mind was so overburdened by such a complex conception that the stray and final synapse that was capable of such contemplations couldn't handle the activity. Already heavily put-upon for having to traverse over the supposed torrents of your new past (rushing to fill the gaps in your mind) and through the swelling expanse of air-headedness (an evaporated former history's wake), the connection frayed like an electricity line, exploding in a brilliant spray of sparks before leaving your entire mind in the dark.
You hadn't realized when you'd stooped down onto your hands and knees, despite the nerd having begun to look down over you sense, but you now happily wagged your bare behind at having been spoken to so sweetly by the nerd, who you recognized as your leader, your alpha, your owner. Despite not being able to read it on the framed certificate being held pointedly before you, a legal document of ownership in black and white, you knew on a primal level that every part of you that you now were had been guided by every part of you that you were now not. Whether as part of the same person or as a kindly friend feeding you through the bars of a fence, you belonged to the nerdy half before you.
Maybe it was that former connection, having been the same person before, that allowed your new owner to smile in recognition at the glint of understand in your dull eyes, but it is also possible that he simply found you amusing, slapping your full erection against your muscular thighs with every eager wag of your rump. He slid the certificate into the same old bag that he had withdrawn it from, the bag that you now recognized as yours. It was the simple dog bag that contained your leash, your balls, your collar, and every other silly little canine commodity that filled your bestial mind, for only these tawdry playthings could be contained within the muddled mess of your mindscape any longer.
"Well, that's that," the nerd sighed satisfactorily, his rising from the seat once more putting in contrast how tall he towered over a lowly, dumb creature like you.
"I have some responsibilities to attend to, you'll recall," he jibbed down to you in a sweet tone of voice, making any negative connotation incomprehensible to your dull brain. "Since you've been left with the libido, be a good boy and keep your paws full and mind empty, you little pain in the neck.
"Oh, and jam that jockstrap in there good. I don't want any noise."
(This image was pulled from this blog. They're a great image source!)
This was a bit of a wild ride for me to write, and it took quite a bit of fun effort. I hope that it doesn't show, too much, that there were wide swaths were I had no idea what I was doing with it. I did like how many odds and ends I was able to tie up with it though!
Considering future asks for stories, I don't know if I will do more in the future. This was fun, but it was also a lot of work. If I do create more stories from asks, they will likely be a bit shorter.
Marcus was visiting a friend over night, getting ready to sleep when he tried to shower. He found a setup for a pet, a low showerhead to wash the fur. He couldn’t figure out how to use the main shower head, deciding to go ahead and use the dog setup. It was even more ironic the only soap in the room was for dogs, but he resolved to use that with no other option.
He was forced to kneel to use the extension, getting his entire body wet and beginning to soap up. A a strange sensation took over as he covered himself in suds. As he tried washing it away, he couldn’t seem to get it all off, the foam slowly spreading even thicker his body. His skin tightened as the suds spread, his muscles becoming thicker, his body becoming heavier. His mind grew foggy, as if he had been drugged, his thoughts becoming slower and slower.
Black tendrils escaped from his skin, running with the stream wherever the soap touched, his skin thickening with hair. He didn’t know what it was, unable to focus on anything but the sound of the water echoing in his head. His eyes darted around the room, trying to understand what was happening.
He lifted the showerhead up to his face, thinking the water would focus him with it cascading over his head. His vision blurred, and his mind finally blanked leaving him leaning against the wall, empty.
His friend walked into the bathroom after a few minutes to check on his new dumb pup.
Jackson was excited to have his own apartment. He’d grown up in a small family home with seven siblings. As much as he loved his family he longed for his own space, his own freedom. How could he bring girls home when he shared a room with his younger brothers? Plus it would get awkward introducing his revolving door of women. When he found the apartment it seemed too good to be true. It was in the middle of the city, was low rent, and frankly looked amazing. All of the apartments had become available to rent. When he was moving in, he noticed several others moving in at the same time. All young jock types much like Jackson. It was a bit odd. Jackson was hauling his last box up the stairs of the complex to his apartment when he was greeted by his landlord. The man was tall and burly. He was a real stocky Daddy type. A thick beard adorned his face with specks of grey and a firm gut pressed against his shirt. Jackson thought it was disgusting how fat the man was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, his voice carrying natural authority. Behind the man’s apartment door, Jackson could hear barking and whining. The smell of wet dog seeping through the door. The slightest look of disgust crept onto Jackson’s face. He hated dogs. They were filthy and disgusting animals, why anyone would want one as a pet was beyond him. They were loud and you had to pick up their poop. Why would anyone in their right mind want one? Jackson was a very clean guy so why would he put up with some dirty mutt? As if on queue, a dog slipped out of the landlords apartment and ran towards Jackson. The dog had slobber dripping from its face and mud was caked to its fur. It’s jumped up at Jackson and started slobbering over his face. “Get this fucking mutt off me!” Jackson screamed at his landlord who was just chuckling. The man whipped out his phone and pointed it at Jackson now the dog had jumped into his arms. “Smile!” The man said. Something about his voice made Jackson obey, even though he wanted to be as far away from the animal as possible. He smiled and one the man put the phone down only then could Jackson drop the act and retreat into his apartment.
“Filthy fucking animal!” Jackson muttered to himself as he started opening the boxes strewn around the room. Unpacking boxes, Jackson’s apartment started to feel a lot more like his own. He started with the kitchen, then the living room, then the bathroom. However, once he got to the boxes with his clothes he realised there must have been some sort of mistake. All of his shirts, tees and hoodies were missing, or more so replaced. They all had weird phrases and images printed on them. Phrases like “PUP” and “Sun Puppy” and “Good Boy”. It was all a bit freaky to him. But with no other options, he’d have to start wearing them.
As he slept in his new bed, Jackson felt itchy. He’d scratch as he’d toss and turn. Earlier he’d been finding stray dog hairs around his apartment. The landlord must have let his dogs loose on the property before which frustrated him. He didn’t want some dirty dogs messing up his home before he’d even moved in. As he slept he scratched at his face, his arms, his legs. Even behind his ears which helped him relax as he slept. Once he woke up his skin felt bristly. He’d always been a very smooth bodied guy. He only had light fuzz on his arms and legs but now they were stubbly. Especially his torso. It looked like a five o’clock shadow across most of his skin.
Either way, Jackson knew he still looked hot and wasn’t going to let a bit of hair stop him. Some girls loved a man who had body hair so he just saw it as expanding his market. Although he also felt slightly bloated, he tried to go to the toilet but it just felt wrong. The seat was uncomfortable and he couldn’t go. Without much choice for clothes, Jackson opted for one of the less graphic tees and a pair of shorts. He needed to grab some groceries before he went on a run to get to know the area. As he was shopping he got some weird looks but even stranger found himself almost growling when anyone would stare too long. It was almost like something was stuck in his throat. As he was checking out he noticed his face in the mirror. The hair on his body must have been growing quicker than he thought. Where yesterday he’d had a smooth face, he now sported facial hair around his neck and creeping up his cheeks. Normally he’d have been disgusted by it, reminding him of the rough locals back in his small rural town. But for some reason he liked the looks. It made him feel… good.
As he left his apartment for his run later that morning, Jackson bumped into his landlord again. He had a multitude of leads extending from his hands with several dogs attached. All different breeds and sizes. “Good morning, going for a run?” The man said and Jackson begrudgingly entertained the conversation. He wanted to be as far from the weird landlord and his filthy mutts as possible. “Yeah.” Jackson stated bluntly. “My dogs love a good run so I’m not surprised, make sure you take these with you, you might need them.” The man shoved a fist full of doggy bags into Jackson’s hand. Fucking doggy bags. Why the fuck would he need them. “That’s a good boy.” This statement caused a wave of pleasure to creep across Jackson as a smile cracked into his face. He didn’t like his landlord but he wanted to hear him say it again. Before Jackson could speak the man and his dogs were gone. As he made his way past the other apartments, Jackson couldn’t help but notice they were all quiet, oddly quiet. Some even had their doors ajar. In one he peeked in to see cushions ripped up and what looked like piss on the floor. Disgusting, one of the landlords dogs must have gotten in. He thought it weird but decided to continue outside.
The park adjacent to the apartment complex was huge. Large open spaces, lots of trees and even a runners path. There were hardly any people out, just lots of dog walkers. There was even a huge dog park near the entrance. He could see his landlord letting his dogs loose as they ran around, sniffed each other’s butts and some were even fucking. Jackson turned away thinking it was gross. The landlord gave him a wave and for a moment Jackson wanted to walk over, run even. But he didn’t. He started his run with his music blaring in his ears. He felt good, hot even. How could any girl resist a handsome jock like him. He even passed a petite blonde girl walking her dog and gave her a smirk. But as he jogged on, Jackson felt his stomach rumbling. His guts felt like they were churning. He had to slow down to a jog because it became uncomfortable. His bladder also started feeling like it was about to burst. He needed a toilet, but there seemed to be none around the park. Now desperate Jackson was looking for somewhere to relieve himself. He saw what looked like a small shack for maintenance and ran towards it. He was clenching his crotch in one hand and his ass in the other. He was about to burst. Sweat we pouring down his forehead as he looked around. The coast was clear. He hated that he had to do it outside like some mutt. He squat and pulled down his shorts. As soon as his ass was out it was as if his intestines were pouring out of him. Relief ran across his face as he shit on the floor. He couldn’t help it, he even found himself starting to get hard. Just as he was done he felt almost euphoric. It was then that his landlord started to pass in front of him with his parade of dogs. They lumbered up to his face and started sniffing him, one even going for his butt. The landlord chuckled, “told you you’d need a doggy bag, might even need a few.” The man laughed and walked on. Jackson’s face flushed red as he slowly got up and pulled his shorts back on. The fuck was wrong with him?! As he ran home his tongue idly slipped out his mouth and bounced as he ran, panting the whole way.
Back at his apartment Jackson could help but feel dirty, unclean even. He’d just gone to the toilet in the park and it was like a switch went off in his mind. He couldn’t use the toilet even if he wanted. If he needed to pee he knew from now on he’d only be able to go outside. He felt disgusted as he put the doggy bags full of shit into the trash can outside the apartment. This time as he made his way to his door, he noticed even more apartments with doors left open and in similar states. From outside his landlords door it seemed there was even more barking as the dogs sounded like they were going wild. Once back in his apartment Jackson felt uncomfortable in his clothes. They felt restricting and unbearably itchy. He sat down and started taking off his shoes when the smell of sweaty trainers hit him by surprise. The rotten smell was almost enticing as he lifted the shoe up to his nose and gave a deep sniff. What the fuck was wrong with him. He loved it but knew he shouldn’t. He threw the shoe down in shock. He continued stripping his clothes starting with his socks. He was shocked when he saw his feet were covered in thick black hair. He looked like a hobbit. He then took off his shorts and shirt to see he was covered in the stuff. All matted and sweaty against his skin. Not only that, his stomach looked, bloated? Sitting down it bulged out and was resting in his lap. It was a solid gut. His abs were hidden under layers of thick warm fat. His hands groped and squeezed it but no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it, it was real. His jock body was gone. A roll of fat even creased under his soft pecs above his gut.
He needed help, and fast. What the hell was happening to him. He needed to find someone. They’d tell him what to do. Yeah! They’d tell him what to do. He’d do what they said. That would make him feel better. He didn’t know what to do on his own, he needed direction. Commands. To feel like a good boy. Jackson grew restless and started whining. Something was very wrong. He could t live on his own. He wanted his home. His master. Jackson knew these thoughts were wrong but it was starting to feel like it was all he’d ever known. In a panic he started pacing the room, his belly jiggling with every step. It felt wrong. Something was off. He shouldn’t be walking in two feet. Yeah that’s what was wrong, Jackson was a smart boy. He should be on all fours. He dropped to his hands and knees and started pacing the room. Wait no! His was a human, he walked on two feet didn’t he? He tried to get back up but standing up was making his back hurt. He crawled over to his phone to try and call someone. Anyone. He tapped at the screen but it was just bright colours and shapes to him now. He couldn’t understand it. Jackson shouted out which quickly made his fear worse.
WOOF! BARK! AROOOOO!
Where were his words? His human words? Humans have words. They speak with them don’t they? Why couldn’t he? Jackson kept barking in frustration trying his best to form and word he could but it was no use. He was so scared he started to piss himself. He didn’t know what to do. The puddle grew beneath him. Just when he thought he was completely helpless his front door opened. It was his landlord. In his hand was a leash and a collar. Jackson’s knew whatever this was, whatever was happening to him, it was because of that man. His landlord. His… master. As if on autopilot, Jackson bound towards the man, barking and slobbering. His tongue was now flopping out the corner of his mouth, dribble dripping on the floor. The man towered over him and Jackson felt his ass wiggling. Shaking back and forth. His non existent tail wagging away. “Sit.” Jackson’s ass plopped to the floor as he sat on his haunches. “Good boy.” There it was again, that feeling of pleasure washing over Jackson making his ass shake even more. “Roll over.” Jackson fell onto his back, legs in the air as the man bent down and started rubbing his belly. It felt so good. Jackson wiggled and whined in pleasure. Before he knew it, a collar was fastened around his neck.
With that the last apartment, other than the landlord’s, was vacant. No one knew what happened to Jackson or the other tenants. No one ever did. It was a cycle. Normally people would move in then out in a matter of days. Maybe onto bigger and better things, no one knew what. Except for Jackson himself. He was now a permanent resident living in his masters apartment. His master was kind and tried to explain things to him, but Jackson would just cock his head to the side whenever his master spoke human words he didn’t understand. To the world around him, everyone saw Jackson and the other man in Master’s apartment as dogs of all breeds. All boundy and energetic. Dirty mutts as Jackson used to call them, although now he was one himself. Master even took Jackson for a walk on his own in the park the other day and the hot blonde from before said what a cute boy he was as she stroked behind his ears. He even walked him with one of his friends and their ‘dog’ a couple times. To everyone Jackson was now Jax the cute husky.
Master’s apartment was full of dogs just like him. They all slept together on the floor of master’s room, sniffed each-others butts, fucked throughout the day, went on walks, used the park as their toilet and playground, ate kibble from the same bowl and drank from the same dish. Life was simple for Jax. If you could see him for what he was, not just a mutt, you’d see how hairy the once hairless man was. His pudgy gut from being well fed. How he was constantly sweaty and dirty. Constantly horny. Always naked. Just a brute of a sub for his master.
Tonight was a treat for Jax however. Tonight was his turn in bed with master. They’d fuck senseless as the other mutts slept and Jax would howl long into the night. Although he still needed training. He came before Master let him so he’d be in the cage for the next week as well as have his cock locked away. Jax still had a long way to go until he was his Master’s perfect good boy.
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One should be careful what the order when they visit Bears Beach, the name having more meaning to it than most people think. Alec was a young cocky guy, full of himself, so when he swiped a drink from a concession stand the owner playing the fool and pretending not to notice as the jock smugly walked away, sipping on his prize, the owner worked some magic on the arrogant tool.
Alec thought the warmth he felt through his body was from the heat of the sun, causing him to drink the stolen drink faster, only progression what it was doing to his body, Not even half the drink gone and Alec was no longer the muscular handsome twenty something year old he was, his muscular body long gone, now having a large stocky build, his former body void of any body hair now covered in a thick pelt of body hair. The new bear of a man, now in his late 40s, looks around the beach, rubbing his crotch in his white shorts when he spots a hot stud that catches the older man’ attention. "Time to work my magic.“ he grins, heading towards the man’s direction.
So I landed an assistant coaching at a local university and I couldn't have been more excited. After a few weeks though, I knew two things. The first was that the star quarterback, Rich, was everything I wished I could have been when I was younger. The second was that the head coach, Alan, was everything I feared becoming.
Rich was a handsome, charismatic, and decently intelligent total jock. He was a great athlete and seemed like a great person from what I could tell. Alan was a hairy, nasty, big brute of a man who I believed only had his job due to tenure. He treated me like shit, and openly lusted after some of his athletes, Rich included.
I was playing around on the internet one night when I saw an article on Astral projection, and how one might be able to use it for interesting purposes. Apparently it is possible to go to the Astral plane, pull a sleeping soul out of a body, place it into yours, and put your Astral self into the empty vessel. It took less than a second for me to want to try it out on Rich. I take great care of myself, but this guy was on another level. I was getting hard just thinking of what I could do with his body.
I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but one night during practice I slipped a little sleeping aid into his cocktail. I waited an hour or so until after practice when he was in the showers to dose myself, so that my body would remain asleep while I adjusted to his.
The other athletes left, leaving him alone. He fell asleep before he could start getting dressed and I saw my opportunity. I focused on my Astral form and felt myself leave my own body. I flew over to Rich and stuck my hand through his chest, found his spirit, and extracted it from his body before tossing it in the direction of my old one.
His body laid before me ripe for the taking. Soon I would get to experience his life, his body.
As I started my descent into his body I felt a tug on my shoulder. Turning my head, I saw the ghostly form of Alan floating above me. He roared, before throwing me behind him and diving into Rich.
I woke up sometime later, corporeal again. I definitely didn't feel like myself, and the second I moved my arm I knew I wasn't Rich either. I was in a chair inside a familiar office, and naked. One glance down at my body sent chills down my spine. There was a mirror on the wall and I fumbled towards it.
"No!" I shouted out loud in a deep, booming voice.staring back at me in the mirror is the nasty pig Alan.
"Seems like we had the same idea," I heard Rich's voice say from behind me. "Except I have more experience than you."
I spun to face the real Alan, now happily residing in the body I had lusted after. I tried to get my Astral self to leave his body but I felt somehow locked into this new form.
"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work," he said. "Let's just say I've learned some tricks. Wow," he took a step back. "You need a shower, pig."
"You can't do this!"
"It's already done, boy." The kind face Rich usually displayed had been replaced by an evil sneer. "But, until I say otherwise, you are Alan now, and always have been. You are going to pretend that nothing has changed, and you are going to tell me enough about you to convince the real Rich that you and he alone swapped bodies."
"Why, why would I agree to go along with this?"
"One, you don't have a choice. I put a special Astral lock on that body that only I can undo. Second, if you choose to try anything, I just have to show the school officials this." He moved over to a cabinet behind the desk -my new desk. Opening it, I saw a monitor that was connected to what looked like a security camera feed of the men's showers in the locker room. "If they find out how much of a dirty, filthy, disgusting beast you truly are, looks like you'll be out of a job."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Watch your tongue! Just for fun, you're going to do everything I ask of you as well. First things first, you are going to clean yourself up and get back to my old gross apartment. Tomorrow night is amateur night at that gay nightclub downtown, where you will be signing up to display yourself as the sexiest mature stripper anyone has ever seen."
"And then what?"
"Then we will see. I am loving this body, and I can see you're already rock hard. Why don't you come over here and suck my hot jock cock, then you can tell me a little bit more about yourself so we can get started. This is going to be a blast."
Yeah I’ve had a thing for him ever since we met freshman year. But he’s never express interest in me. He’s tall, handsome, way smarter than me, and has a killer body. Literally the perfect guy. At least for me.
He recently started this internship for grad school at this lab. And he’s had his mind set on working for them full time after he graduates.
They even let him work on his own projects.
I’m always a good friend and try to support him the best way I can.
But it’s hard, having all of the these feeling for a guy who doesn’t seem to have the same ones for me.
Well anyways…
Since I’ve been single. I decided to get a dog to keep me company.
I went to our local rescue and got the cutest dog named Max. When I saw him I had this gut feeling he was the perfect dog for me.
I wanted to show Tyler my new pup so I decided to text him.
“Hey I have a really cute surprise… I may have just adopted a dog. You wanna see him?”
“Aw really? Bring him by! I’m still at work right now but you’re more than welcome to come by.”
“Awesome! I’ll be there soon.”
I’ve never actually been to Tyler’s job.
I really don’t know what kind of work he does other than stem research. But I’m kinda excited to see what he does.
When I got to the lab Tyler greeted me at the door. I guess security here is pretty tight about who they let in.
We got to his office and I got a chance to introduce him to Max.
“So this him, his names Max.”
“He’s so cute Miles!” says Tyler holding Max.
“Right, he’s already potty trained and had all of his shots.”
“Good! Maybe you can teach him a few tricks.”
“Haha for sure! I’ll need your help with that.”
And just for a second we locked eyes. And I thought just maybe he’d try to kiss me.
But alas he turns his head and starts talking about something else.
“Sooo… you wanna see some of my projects?”
“Oh…Uh… yeah sure!”
“Cool! I think you’ll like this one!”
He pulls out a bunch of equipment that looked like something you would use for a brain scan.
“So we maybe able to get to know your new dog a little better.”
“Haha what do you mean?”
“So I’ve been developing this machine that reads brain waves from an animal. Basically I hook these up to myself and then the other end to any animal. Then system projects out what the subject is feeling when I ask it direct questions. Pretty neat right?”
“Yeah, that’s kinda freaky… Can we try it?”
“Haha sure! I’ll go first and I’ll show you how it works.”
Tyler started putting all of the equipment together. I couldn’t help but think how cute and dorky it is that he so into his projects. I just wish he was that into me.
“Okay! Looks like I got it all set up, now all I have to do is put these on Max.”
Max and Tyler are now face to face with the wires attached to both of them.
“Okay here we go! First question Max, how are you doing today?”
All of the sudden the machine started to speak with this robotic voice.
“Subject is feeling …hungry.”
“Wow! That’s cool! I better feed him when I get home haha. Ask him another question.”
“Haha okay! Max, do you like your new owner Miles?”
“Subject says yes.”
“Aww I like you too buddy.”
All of the sudden the lights started flickering.
“ Tyler is everything okay?”
“Yeah I think so, looks like the power is going in and out. Maybe from the storm outside.”
“Well should we shut the machine down?”
That’s when we hear loud noise of thunder and lighting. And the lights go off.
Not a second later the power switches back on and the machine starts talking again.
“SYSTEM MALFUNCTION”
“Oh shoot, we need to switch it off!”
But in that split second Tyler froze.
“Tyler, are you okay?”
And then he instantly falls to the ground.
“Tyler!”
I run over to him and pulled the wires off of him. I look over at Max who seemed to be unconscious as well.
“Help! Hello! Somebody!“
I look up at the machine and monitor was completely black.
Not a minute later Tyler and Max start waking up.
“Tyler! Are you okay?”
He stares at me, looking very confused.
“Tyler!?? Say something?!?”
“Mi-Miles.” says Tyler with a big goofy smile.
“Thank god! I’m glad you’re okay! You had me scared for a little bit.”
“Miles… I want food…”
Well that’s a little bizarre.
“Okay, we can get you something. Are you feeling okay?”
Max starts freaking out and barking.
“It’s okay buddy!”
He couldn’t seem to calm him down.
I look back at Tyler who was sniffing around the room on all 4s.
“Tyler?”
“No I’m Max!”
“What?”
He continues to sniff stuff and Max barks at me again. I look over at him and he turns his gaze to Tyler.
Wait a minute…. No…That’s impossible…
“Tyler, what do you mean by your Max?“
“I’m Max, are we getting food now?” He starts sticking his tongue out. And tries to use his leg to scratch his head but falls in the process.
“Oh no….”
I turned to Max or possibly Tyler?
“Okay, if you’re Tyler bark twice.”
That’s when Tyler barks 2 times.
“OH GOD! THIS IS NOT GOOD!”
“Tyler, what do we do? Should I tell someone?”
He starts barking again.
“Okay let’s do yes or no questions here. Bark once for yes and 2 for no. Should I tell someone?”
Tyler barks once.
“Okay, let me see who I can find.”
I pop my head out of the room and searched for somebody. That’s when I came across this guy in a lab coat.
“Hi! I Uh— geez this is going to sound crazy but do you know Tyler Matthew’s? He’s an intern here.”
“Hi, are you okay? I know Tyler he’s my lab assistant.”
“Well… do you mind coming with me? Somewhat of a crazy story here.”
The guy in the lab coats name is Will. I told him about everything and honestly I didn’t think he would believe me.
But after seeing Tyler walking around on all 4s and Max responding to us in barks. I could see the worry come across his face.
“This is uh— this is a big problem.”
“Do you think you could fix it?”
“Well yes and no, honestly I won’t know until I get the machine working properly. And even after that, I still don’t know how to recreate whatever happened to them.”
“Well it happened the storm came through, right at the power outage.”
“Wait, so right after the light went out?”
“Yes!”
“Well lighting struck the building. Just taking a guess, it must have hit directly over this room. That’s a good place to start.”
“So what do we do now?”
“Well, I’m going to need one of them to stay back. Probably Tyler here since I can at least ask him yes or no questions.”
“Okay, what about Max?”
“Do you think you could take care of him for the time being?”
“I uh— I guess so.” I look over at Max in Tyler’s body. My best friend’s body and my secret crush’s body. Who now has the mind of my new dog.
“Well, I’m sorry I wish I had better answers for you. But this isn’t a fast process, I’ll keep in contact with you with updates. In the mean time try to keep that one out of trouble.”
We both look over at Max who was chewing on his shoe.
“Oh geez, Max no chewing!”
I say goodbye to Will and turn to Tyler in Max’s body.
“I’m sorry Ty but we will figure this out.”
Tyler brushes his head against my hand.
I almost started to pet him but didn’t want to make things any weirder.
Will and I help Max stand up. And after a few practice runs. We got him to walk on both of his feet.
 When we to my car, I buckled Max in.
I start driving down the road and Max somehow figured out his window button. And starts hanging his head out the window.
“Max! Get your head back in hear before someone sees you.”
“Sorry, Miles! Are you mad at me?”
“No! Not at all, we just have to teach you a few things. Okay?”
“Okay! Are we getting food? I’m hungry!”
“Yes we can get food on the way home.”
I go through a drive thru. I figured it maybe the easiest.
And when we get home. Max starts scarfing down a quesadilla from Taco Bell.
“This is the best thing I ever had!!!” he says smiling with sauce all over his face.
I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“Miles?”
“Yes, Max?”
“Can I take this off? It’s pretty itchy.” He’s referring to the dress shirt Tyler had on. 
“Yeah, that’s fine let me help you. Let’s find you something more comfortable to put on.”
We head to my room and I tried to get him to put on a couple of comfortable clothes.
But he told me each outfit made him uncomfortable. The one thing he wanted to wear was weirdly a hat.
Max jumps on top of my bed barely wearing any clothes.
And I have Tyler back end pointed at me. I couldn’t help but stare at it.
This is definitely going to be a tough couple of weeks…
His name was Clark. I’d been watching him for quite some time and it’s easy to see why. He worked hard on his body and had an undeniable charisma that attracted me from the day I saw him at the gym. Of course, he couldn’t see me, but I watched him for a week or so, followed him through his days at the company. He was a player. With the ladies. With the men at work. He did whatever he had to do to climb that corporate ladder and had more drive to be wealthy and successful than anybody else. So, I decided to have a little fun … why not?
That’s what Masters do.
He was getting dressed one morning and I decided to show myself for the first time. He was standing there getting ready for work, pulling one of his suspenders over his shoulder and buttoning it to his perfectly tailored pants. He was always very particular in what he wore to work and was true clothes whore, but you had to give him props. He had style. He glanced up and saw me. At first, he was shocked and started to get aggressive, but I simply waved my hand and he was instantly at ease. It also let him know who I was and why I was there.
“Your greatest desire,” I said. “That’s what I’m offering. A change. To make you a better man and give you everything you want. All you have to do is tell me what that is.”
I was calm, my voice smooth and deep … even trusting. Of course I’d give him what he asked for, but with every wish came consequences. You had to give something up in order to get something. They weren’t my rules. The universe had a way of balancing things out … I just enjoyed giving it a hand, and it was a lot of fun.
“Anything?” Clark looked up at me, ran his hand over his shaved head and smiled as I nodded.
“All you have to do is ask.”
“I want to be the boss. I want to be powerful and respected and …” he hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he was going to say next. “I want to be worshipped, but I don’t want this to be some kind of trick wish. I still want to be a handsome and I’ve got to have a sick wardrobe.”
“I can guarantee all of those things,” I said, stepping closer. “But to be the boss, you’ll have to make sacrifices. To be the boss, you have to truly give everything to your career and you’ll have to be a bit older. But, I can promise you the rest and … you’ll be pleased.” I walked around him, moved my hands over his huge muscles and studied him, imagining what kind of fun I’d have with him, what I’d change and how I could have a little fun myself.
“Then do it,” he said. “Change me.”
I moved my hand over his face and gently whispered in his ear. “Sleep,” and he was out. Now, it was time to get to work.
When he opened his eyes, Clark found himself in one of the larger offices on the top floor. He glanced around the room to discover a sprawling, modern setup. It was sleek and perfect. Stone and wood and glass. A huge, custom desk sat in front of him and a spark of a memory moved through his mind as he remembered having it flown in from Milan. It was custom, but he loved the finer things in life. He always had and, as he smiled, he suddenly realized that he could afford them. He was rich. He was the boss and had built this company from the ground up.
He stood, realizing he was much larger than before. Taller and thicker and … it felt good. He glanced out his window to see the London cityscape sprawling out before him. It was a million dollar view and he once again couldn’t help but smile. That man, in his bedroom this morning … he’d done exactly as he’d promised.
Clark stepped up to the bar with a mirrored back wall and saw his reflection for the first time. It was shocking at first because he barely recognized himself … because he looked completely different. It was still him, but about twenty years older and A LOT bigger. He was a huge man. Broad shoulders and a thick frame. He also wore glasses and had a perfectly trimmed beard. He looked as though he’d never spent a single day in a gym, but when would he have had time? He’d been building a successful company. That was his passion and he thought he was a damn sexy man with great style. He moved his hands over his large belly, over his expensive shirt and down the front of his striped braces. He’d always loved braces. They made him feel sexy and powerful.
The door to his office opened behind him and he saw the reflection of a young man step in. He was smaller, wearing a suit with a bow tie. The young man’s name flashed through his mind. Adam Grey; his assistant. He then smiled, remembered how Adam worshipped him and then suddenly started feeling a little horny at the thought.
“Mr. Clark. I have those documents for you to sign, Sir,” Adam said.
“Close the door behind you, Adam,” Mr. Clark said with his smooth, deep voice. “I might need you to take care of something for me. He moved his hand down to his expensive trousers and all Adam could do was smile back at him as he closed the door and placed the papers on a nearby table.
“Of course, Mr. Clark. I know you’re under a lot of pressure. Anything I can do to help.”
It was only moments before Adam was in Mr. Clarks arms and Clark loved the way the smaller man felt. He loved it when Adam moved his hands over his body, beneath his braces and over his large nipples beneath expensive silk. He loved the way this larger body felt, when Adam moved his hands into his pants and pulled Mr. Clark’s large cock from inside. He WAS worshipped and when he looked down into Adam’s blue eyes, he almost recognized him.
“Let me take care of this for you,” Adam said, licking his lips as he knelt down in front of that massive hard cock. “Boss.” Adam then smirked up at Mr. Clark before giving him the best blow job of his NEW life.
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait to cum!” Ben said, smiling in the mirror.
I looked at my newly acquired beefy hairy body. "Oh man! This feels so good! I ran a hand through my now very hairy, muscular chest. Short curls of fur stood all over my muscles. My armpits had big tufts of hair bursting out of them and they reeked now.
Oh yeah, I even smell like a real man now! Awesome!
I’ve had always a thing for big hairy muscular men like my dad, not in a sexual matter I’m 100% straight but more like an admiration to become one of those hairy alpha men, the respect they naturally get from other people. But nature fucked me up, instead of getting the good genes from my dad I got my looks from my mother’s side of the family. I was lean with some muscle, got a handsome face but I was totally smooth, I couldn’t even grow stubble.
Girls and guys even fought that I was gay because of how my body looked. Ironically my manly dad was the gay one in the family no one saw that one lol especially my mom.
It’s was just unfair that he had that great body and was gay, while I looked like a shrimp and had to convince every girl I was interested in that I was really straight! I was done with it!
So I bought this body-swap-spell and last night I used it on my dad. This morning I woke up in my dad’s room looking down at the hairy flesh that I now occupied. While my dad was in my body probably still asleep. With my new meaty hand, I felt the carpet of fur covering the mountains of muscle the sensation of it made “my” dick getting hard, oh God! “Wow! Dad sure has a big dick, well I have now this is great”!. I lay in bed stroking my new cock. Dad always told me that he had sensitive nipples, but know that I have them I know he wasn’t wrong I continue stroking and started playing with my nipples made it even feel better! Ben seemed to have remained his teenage horniness but with the body of a man with far more experience.
I heard some noise, footsteps coming to my room. “Shit!” As fast as I could I put blankets on me to cover my cock in its full glory. Then the door opened standing there was my dad well with my old body in shock.
-Ben what happened to us I’m you and you’re me!
- “Uhm I don’t know dad I just woke up like this I don’t know how this happened, Jesus, I’m old and hairy don’t know anything about manscaping dad?!” I had to play the part I wasn’t ready to give up this body yet.
- “I don’t do manscaping boy unlike you I see, I haven’t been this smooth since sophomore year. ”
It was kinda weird seeing my body feeling itself knowing that my dad’s inside. Tom shamelessly took a look inside his shorts and admired his son’s cock. It was smaller than his but the fact that it belonged to Ben made it completely erotic and his new 3 inches got rock hard.
-“Hey, what are you looking at?!” Shouted Ben from his father’s beefy middle-aged body.
-“It’s mine for the moment so I’m taking a good hard look, no pun intended haha” responded Tom casually.
- “Dad, I’m still tired so why don’t you go back to bed so I can rest. And we later can find out how to reverse this okay?”
- “Yeah, that’s a good plan Ben”. Dad walked to the bed grabbing the blankets of the bed.
-“ Dad what are you doing!’‘I couldn’t let him find out that I already almost cummed in his body.
- ’'You said you wanted me to go to bed”. My dad said with confusion.
- ’'Yeah, I meant you have to go to my old room and sleep in my old bed. Because of my body… I mean your old body is too large for my own bed so that’s the reason I have to stay here okay.
“I mean I’m WAY bigger! Hey, how much do I weigh now? I must be like 200 pounds now!”
-“You’re actually…215 pounds. It’s mostly muscle.”. Alright, son, I will sleep in your bed hopefully we can fix this soon so I can sleep in my own bed again’’. Dad said while walking off.
You can forget about that dad; I deserve it more than you.
Throwing the blankets I make my way over to the full-length mirror. in the reflection, I see a black-haired, fully bearded man in his 40s’. his now new body is quite muscular but it also got a lot of body hair on the chest, back, legs, ass, and crotch. I flex my bicep pop, “oh yeah that´s more like it!”
“I bet I have to shave now, huh!” Ben had a huge smile plastered across his face as he felt his stubble with both hands, wondrously running his hands over a week’s worth of facial hair growth.
“Oh yeah, I can´t wait to fuck every guy in town! Wait… a guy?! Looks like it that since I’m in my dad’s body which is gay I’m now gay too at the moment, oh this is not good!” “How should I do this? I’ve never done it with another man before and I’m not gay!” Although my cock thought otherwise. I need to fix this I know the spell gets permanent when one of use has sex!
Then I saw my dad dressed in my clothes running downstairs.
-’’Hey, where are you going ?!’’
-‘’I’m going to fuck that girl of your’s boy, Kim was her name I think. You don’t have to stay awake for me boy I’m staying there.’’
-’’Wait there is something you need to hear…’’
-’’You can tell me that later kiddo, your old man has some new tricks to explore.’’
- “No, wait!”
I was already too late dad had slammed the door in my face and was going to fuck Kim and we were going to stay like this forever! I´m stuck in this 45-year-old hairy gay body forever!
I took one last look in the mirror seeing the hairy alpha man I always wanted to be… and realized it might not be that bad after all. Sure, I might have lost decades of my life with this body swap, but from a gay man’s perspective, I had a body to die for! Literally, as I would probably have to live the rest of my life as my own hairy beefy dad. Hard as a rock now, I grabbed hold of my 9-inches and began jacking it furiously. It was so weird and hot at the same time to be seeing my own dad jacking his dick in front of the mirror, but I guess I would have to get used to it now as it was now my MY body in the reflection. I caught sight of a picture of my dad on the wall, looking super hot and shirtless, and as soon as I realized that that was me now, I came buckets of my dad’s milk all over the mirror and my hairy chest. "Yeah, I can definitely get used to this…“
It's me, the GayComicGeek! You all probably know me from my cosplay looks, porn-adjacent photo shoots, or if you're really lucky, you've felt these hands give you a nice massage. Truth is, I'm sometimes unhappy in my own skin. I feel like I can take things further, but I don't know if I am ready for that yet.
I think I have the perfect body for a cum slut puppy, I just don't know if I am mentally prepared for that role. Naturally, I turned to the internet. I found a whole online community obsessed with swapping bodies, and a thought came to mind.
I found this guy, Greg. He was beefier and harrier than I could have hoped for. From the pictures we exchanged I could also tell he wasn't the brightest. Just look at those dull eyes.
Greg was a house painter. He worked outdoors a lot of the time, and I could just imagine taking a whiff of his armpits after a long day in the sun. I found myself wanting to be him, and he told me there was a way to make it happen for real.
All he was going to do was send a link, and the moment I accepted it, we would switch bodies. I made some plans in the time it took for him to message me again. I also took a few more pics on my camera, just something for Greg to discover when he woke up in my body.
When I clicked on the link he sent i blacked out. I came to in an unfamiliar bedroom with a mound of fur in my face. It was Greg's chest hair, and I nonchalantly stroked it thinking of all the fun I could have in his body, and all the twinks I would destroy. I got hard and instantly had to jerk off my new impressive cock.
I wanted to check on my old body. It was after noon, and I had scheduled a hypno session for myself at 11. I told the hypnotist that I wanted to become the biggest gay puppy slut in the world, and asked them to implant that in my brain. Well, my old brain anyway.
Logging on to Gregs computer i was instantly surprised. Look what I found.
Greg seems happy in my body, right? He is behaving just how a good pup should. My body does look hot. I hope he enjoys this experience because I can definitely monetize him now, and I have no plans for switching back.
I lean my head down to my hairy pit and inhale deeply. Fuck this body smells good. While a shower is tempting I think I will be fine just soaking in my own musk for a while. Might FaceTime Greg and gloat a bit.
Your dad built a machine that switches the bodies of whoever uses it. He was sick of your laziness and told you that he’s making you use it
I can’t believe dad actually made me swap bodies with his old drinking buddy, Bruce. It’s like my full head of hair just retreated to the rest of my body. I can also kiss all my hard earned sports gains goodbye. Dad says if I show a strong work ethic he’ll swap us back. The worst part of all this is when Bruce and my dad bring lawn chairs to my construction site too watch me work. Bruce makes it a point to show off his now youthful, hairless body by wearing the most revealing thing he can find. Shit, I think I just broke my jack hammer. There goes another month of working to pay it off.
can we like…get rid of the so-called leather and rubber “pride flags” ? it’s honestly ridiculous and offensive to the lgbtq community. those aren’t pride flags.
The leather pride flag is the second oldest pride flag. It has been at almost every single US pride parade and protest in history.
It’s older then you are, it’s older then I am. The leather community is responsible for pride. Leather daddies were the ones chasing away cops when they tried to arrest us for being queer in public back when Pride Parades were illegal in the US. They are still the ones chasing away cops and corporations from smaller pride events and those that aren’t sanctioned by Wells Fargo. The leather community is essential to the queer community and has a long and rich history.
Please fuck off if you’re not going to learn the actual history of pride.
And don’t fucking out your hate in our tags, asshole.
The leather pride flag represents an expression of self which is inherently queer, and a community which has been around for generations. It is not offensive to the LGBT+ community in any way. I have seen cis gay and bisexual men standing shoulder-to-shoulder with trans men, all of them united by their leather community roots. The leather community is more diverse and nuanced than you perhaps know, but that is no reason for you to shit on a community you don’t understand.
Here is a photograph from 1998, displaying the leather pride flag, the bear gay pride flag, and the rainbow flag. This is our history.
Source.
Here is a photograph from 1987: three queer women entering into the Ms. National Leather Association Contest, or simply gathering as spectators.
Source.
A flyer from 1989, rallying the leather community to march in a Stonewall anniversary protest.
Source.
A photograph from 1988: Tony Deblase, the creator of the leather pride flag, and a gay man, embracing a fellow member of the leather community. Over his shoulder is Judy Tallwing McCarthy, a Native American woman who was part of the leather community from 1959. She co-founded the first lesbian BDSM group in Portland, along with her partner, Sashie Hyatt.
Source. Source.
Just because you don’t know the history, doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Be humble, and always assume you have more to learn. Hatred, and outright dismissal of communities you know nothing about, is the most aggressively anti-LGBT thing I can imagine.
The leather community has always included trans people, lesbians, gay men, and bisexuals. The leather community is global and nuanced. The leather community is where many of us encounter our found families, and our lovers. For you to dismiss that is cold-hearted and ignorant. Just because queer sex is involved, doesn’t make the community dirty or bad.
I’m again fucking begging the baby gays to read/watch/listen to How To Survive A Plague.
Do you have any. Any idea. Any god damn clue. How kink intersects with LGBT and queer community. Queer history. Do you know why the community pushed for, and against, closing the bathhouses during the 80s? Do you know who organized awareness campaigns about HIV, even way back when it was still called GIRD. Do you know who created the safe sex pamphlets, the classes, who pushed for disclosing your health history to partners, who distributed contraceptives and condoms and dental dams at parties and meetings and baths? Do you even know where the safe sex education we have now comes from? Do you know where a bulk of the language about consent came from? Do you have any good god damn idea what the kink communities have done for us, and continue to do for us?
Keep their names out of your mouths because you clearly don’t know what the hell you’re talking about
If there is one thing I could say to young queer folks, especially young queer folks in the U.S. who are coming of age in a world that is more accepting than the one I knew growing up, it’s this:
Don’t be so quick to sanitize your queerness and make it corporate pride daytime TV-friendly. Don’t be so quick to jump on the purity bandwagon. Don’t be so quick to speak on what your community should look like before you’ve actually learned the history of your community, and always be aware that there are things you probably don’t yet know.
These things will not protect you. They never have. And all you’re doing is isolating yourself from community, from support, from the strength we all have when we stand together in a world that would gladly pick us off one by one.
Queerness isn’t as hidden or embattled now (in some places) as it once was, but make no mistake: when our existence was illegal everywhere the people you have this knee-jerk “hide the weirdos” reaction to are the very ones who would’ve had your back against the cops and the gay-bashers.
The people who made me feel safe to come out in my 20s flew the rubber and leather flags alongside the rainbow flag and often the trans flag as well. You don’t get to tell any of them they don’t belong anymore just because you don’t understand.
Tom relaxed on the beach as his friends swam in the ocean, having spent most that week working on his finals for college that he didn’t realize the changes that were overcoming him. His muscular torso softening and losing tone as a small gut grew out, dark stubble growing all over his now large form, thickening and spreading till he had a decent pelt of hair covering him. His face shifting and losing his youthful look becoming weathered as he ages, a thick beard growing across his jaw with specks of grey filling in, connecting to his sideburns on his now shorter hair. Tom groans as he sits up his mind foggy for a few moments as he adjusts to his changes. The hell was he doing here wasting his time at the beach when he had business to run? Getting up he gathers his things and heads to his truck, calling the mechanics shop he owns telling them he’ll be there shortly, leaving a confused group of friends behind when they came back to find their friend gone.
I had just wanted to take a nice relaxing bath after a stressful day full of exams , I had no idea my roommate poured something into my bath water when I went to grab a towel. Could feel my body tingle as my body soaked in the chemical, unaware how my body was changing, hair growing all over my body as a thick bread grows out across my jaw, my face becoming weathered as I age up, my hairline thinning as the rest of my body continues to to change as I lay back and relax. When I step out I’m no longer a 22 year old college jock but a 45 year old construction worker living with my college boyfriend. Heh going to go meet my boyfriend now, after a day full of those tests sure he’ll need to release some stress.
Life on a college campus can be fun and exciting. Especially when you're a Jock All Stars.
Was towards the end of my senior year and money was getting a little tight. That's when I saw the sign. Takr part of a medical research project and get paid for it. They were looking for Jock athletes to do somethings. But it looks like it was pretty easy. I grabbed my phone and set everything up. I could use the money. And this study look pretty easy.
Never been to this side of the campus where all the science buildings are.
I scribble the address on a piece of paper. Im pretty sure this is the building.
I found the elevator and rang for it and I pulled the paper out of my pocket to see which floor I was supposed to go to. 2B studio 3
I'd never have guessed that it was the basement of the building 2 floors is down.
I kind of pump is as my first scientific study.
The door is open and I got off the elevator I started walking down the hallway looking for the location I was supposed to report to. There is number #3
I walked in and the place was kind of weird. How to say expecting something a little more like a doctor's office or something not this looks like it was just the lab.
That's when I saw him. He was a little guy probably around 5 '4". It had to be him, only person here. And he wearing aclab coat.
Excuse me sir,I'm here for the scientific study. I must have surprised him, to jump across the room when he saw me.
He looked up at me and was quite taken.
Excuse me sir. I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Matt Rogers. I'm the Jock here for the scientific study. The poster from The Commons area I called yesterday.
He repeated back to me. Oh the scientific study. He was looking at me up and down. Sizing me up. All muscle standing before him. First time at Jock wasn't a threat to him. Jocks and nerds really don't have the Great friendship.
Matt Rogers you said. I'll cleared my whole schedule just for you.
So Doc, I get paid for all this.
Yes Matt you'll be paid the price.
That sounded weird, maybe he said it different and I heard him wrong. All I know is I'm getting paid.
He disappeared for a minute and then return. He said he could set my bag down right behind me and we'll get started.
As soon as my back was turned. He made he move and stuck a needle in my neck and down I went.
He dragged me off to another room and strip me of my clothes. Something tells me I'm at the wrong address and I shouldn't be here.
I started coming around I found myself stripped naked and in Chains. Now I know I'm in the wrong place. I was way too weak to even fight it.
I tried getting up but I couldn't move. I was able to turn my head and I saw the doc standing across the room. He was holding up my green polo shirt that I had on holding it up to himself and said. I can't wait to wear this.
He grabbed my shorts then and held them up himself. They are quite large for him to try to wear. Holding up my gym shoes seeing a size 12 you seem so excited.
I saw him going through my wallet and pulled out my driver's license. 6'2, 185lbs.
I was so confused I must been from the drugs was he planning on wearing my clothes. What did I get myself into.
He saw that I was awake and walked over. In Prime physical shape you said. Your muscular tone is amazing. And you're very handsome.
I looked up at him trying to get free from the chains but I was too weak. What the f*** is going on! I said.
Shhhh. We don't need that language used here. Besides this room is soundproof nobody can hear you.
That's when I knew I was in the wrong place I was at the wrong address.
The way he looked at me. The way is hands rubbed over my arms, my shoulders my pecs, my back my glutes.
Scientific study. He said it was a weird tone. More like a science experiment. And went it all done. He will be the Victor and you'll becpay the price.
You start injecting me with different needles and fluids I tried screaming but I was just too weak.
You stepped away for a bit as all the injections took effect. Multiple injections and every muscular group I had. After a while I thought even weaker like my body was breaking down.
I can't feel my face moving closer to the platform. He undid the chains saying I was no longer a threat to him. And rolled me over onto my back.
He put a metal ring around my head with wires thatscleading to a computer.
He turned it on and it felt like my brains are being scrambled. He was collecting all my knowledge and memories for his use later.
As this was going on he started poking at my body. I once lean muscles, seemed to liquefy.
He started sticking needles with tubes into my biceps my triceps. Into my pectoral muscle, my abs. Soon my body look like a human pincushion. All these tubes coming out of me. He open my mouth and push this tube down my throat and had me bite down on this device.
He disappeared for a few minutes and when they returned all he was wearing was just the lab coat. He removed all his clothes.
Seems all these tubes that are connected to me run into this cabinet. The metal ring around my head all the wires seem to go in that direction to.
They're video monitors and cameras all over the place cleaning at me pointing at the inside of what's going to happen inside that cabinet.
He stripped from the lab coat, and I watch as he climb inside the cabinet. I can't move but I can see the cabinet. It shows he present height, weight and measurements.
Show as the door closed. The machine turned on. I became a giant juice body. With all my muscle tone broken down into a fluid . It was being drained from me and into the cabinet.
Feeling the vacuum my body being drained. What did I do. What is he doing to me.
The pumps stopped when it was done.
Damm the hurt. The machine shuts off and yanks the needles from my body and the machine recoiled the tube back in. Next a cabinet incase my face and body.
A tingling feeling around my head. As it removed all hsurs from my head. And feeling a blade on my skin. What can I say. It felt like my skin was a giant band-aid being ripped from my body. Seeing going through a tub to the cabinet. Something went into my mouth and started shaking me vigorously then I heard pings sound from another tube from me to the cabinet. Pullingcall my teeth.. Then everything went quiet.
I am was so weak, so drained. Nothing was left of me pretty much. The weird thing is I wasn't feeling any pain.
The table I was laying started moving up right facing the cabinet. All the stuff around me retracted back.
I don't know how much time in past. And all the things that I've been through. But soon the cabinet doors open and he stepped out.
But it wasn't the guy in the lab coat. The guy that stepped out. It was me. Rights of the hair on his head to my pearly white teeth.
He said he's been picked on Jock's all his life this is just way to get even. I just happened to show up at the right time. And put everything that made me me is now him.
The reflection I could see of me. The was nothing much left. I felt nothing.
He was me right down to the my voice and mannerisms. My whole life as me stood there.
He pushed a button. Whatever was left of me is starting to break down into a form of protein shake. He will drink. Filling in any gaps.
He got dressed in my clothes. He was me from head to toe.
What was left of me. He pour into a sports bottle and drank me on his way to the gym
He rang into his frat brothers and worked out.
The only big change in Matt Rogers 2.0. Much smarter then before. And he was more friendly to the campus nerds.
Slowly swapping a few campus nerds with some of his frat brothers and other Jocks on campus .
“Ugh please! No more!” I groaned, as I clutched my head in pain over the massive headache that seemed to envelop me every morning. It was no use though. I could feel how I was slowly losing more of myself, and being replaced by that of my dad…
It was just a silly horny wish I made in the moment one night, as I watched a shooting star pass by my window. I just wished I could know what it felt like to walk around in my dad’s big burly body, trace his large hands across his beard and furry chest, and act authoritative with everyone.
I just didn’t expect to wake up the day after in my parent’s bed next to my mom. And after a bit of unfamiliar coordination I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror in utter complete shock. I was in my dad’s big body; moving his hands, emoting his face, and breathing with his lungs!
The biggest shock though came when I found out my bedroom had been magically turned into a study, and that my parent’s had never had a son. That I had never been born!
At first, I wasn’t as worried. Believing it to be some sort of a dream or just a temporary thing, I decided to fully revel in it. Who knew how long or when I would get another chance to feel a body like this up. Especially one that belonged to my own dad!
I spent the whole morning in the bathroom fully exploring every nook and cranny of my dad’s hairy body. His hairy gut, his handsome bearded face, his pungent pits, and even the massive member that once made me. I touched, smelled, and even went as far to taste it all… Who knew my dad was such a beast down there? I could almost imagine myself spending every morning doing the same thing; worshiping my dad’s sexy body, over and over again forever.
Unfortunately the day had to go on, and it wasn’t as easy thereafter. I had always known that my dad had a very stressful life, but it certainly didn’t help having me now being in control of it. I stumbled around clumsily with my dad’s longer legs, I spoke in ways that caused others to frown at me, and I messed up so horribly at my dad’s work I had no choice but to lie that I was sick and go home.
At the end of the day I was just glad the day would soon be over and I’d wake up in my own body and life. I gave my dad’s reflection one last look-over and ran a hand through his furry chest, before I went to bed snuggled next to my mom.
I woke up the next morning with a slight headache, STILL IN MY DAD’S BODY. That’s also when I realized something was very wrong. I couldn’t for the life of me remember the name of my favourite video game. Instead, I suddenly knew everything about my dad’s favourite football team. I even felt this burning passion for it as I thought about it being played on TV tonight.
That’s when a horrible realization hit me. When I wished upon that shooting star about knowing what’s it like being my dad… I never specified any time period... If that was the case, there’s a high possibility that I might be stuck like this forever! Me, living as my dad, for the rest of my life?!
There was nothing I could do but hope that it wasn’t the case… but it had already been a week now… and I can’t even remember my old name…
Every day I act more and more like my dad; I walk like him, I talk like him, I even bite my fingers like him. Fortunately enough I seem to retain my sense of self, even after forgetting everything about my original life. I know I used to be the someone else, and I still feel insanely attracted to my own reflection.
I don’t know if everything will ever return back to how it was (not that I can remember much of it), all I know is that I need to get up early in the morning so I can have the bathroom all to myself. It’s a very stressful life, and these moments are the only relief I truly get…
