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Someone had broken the mirror in the giants gym. Amazingly construction crews had been persuaded to come in and fix it for free but it would take at least 18 months just to make enough mirrored glass. In the meantime some of the members cleared a path through the suburbs into the city centre so they could check out the gains. He’d come to see if they could carry the fragile building into the gym without breaking the facade,

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Scholarship

30 days before annual Ashworth Math Competition

First week..

Sitting at his table, Leo was looking over the package that arrived earlier this morning. It came from a scammy site that promised to help him with his problems. It was a small package of powder that was supposed to slow cognitive abilities of whoever took it. The best part? It was undetectable, and by the end of the month, irreversible. Although Leo didn't really think it would work, he was desperate and desperate people do... Whatever it takes to win.

Ren, his roommate was the only obstacle standing between Leo and the Ashworth Scholarship. Full tuition, a stipend, and a guaranteed spot in the graduate program... The only issue was that there could only be one winner. The mathematics department would make their final decision based on the upcoming regional competition, and Leo knew, with the cold certainty, that Ren was better. Not by much. But enough.

Ren had that thing Leo lacked - genuine brilliance. Numbers sang to Ren. He didn't just solve problems; he understood them. Leo had to grind, to bleed, to sacrifice sleep and social life and anything resembling normal human existence just to stay neck and neck with someone who doodled fractals in the margins of his notes for fun.

It wasn't fair.

Thankfully, Leo seemingly found a solution. Even if it would just give Ren headache, he would be happy. Now, the side effects were listed in small print: Increased muscle density, heightened testosterone production, and some other. Unfortunately for a math genius he didn't bother too much to read everything a site had to offer as he was blinded by his wish to win...

Ren was already in the kitchen when Leo emerged from his room, feigning casualness. The dorm's shared space was small but functional: a mini-fridge, a microwave, a single counter that Ren was currently leaning against as he stirred instant noodles in a bowl.

"Morning" Ren said, his voice still raspy with sleep. He was tall, six feet even, with the hunched posture that made him look a bit smaller than he actually was. His dark hair was a mess, his glasses slightly crooked. He wore a threadbare t-shirt with a Star Wars reference "You're up early." Ren added

"Couldn't sleep," Leo said, which was true enough. "I was thinking about that equation we were trying to solve yesterday..."

"Tell me about it." Ren yawned, his jaw cracking. "I've got this theorem stuck in my head. It's like a song on repeat. I was dreaming about it."

Leo's jaw tightened. Of course he was. "Coffee?" He said with a soft smile

"God, yes." Ren said unsuspicious, simply craving a drink right now.

This was the moment. Leo moved to the counter, his back to Ren, and poured two mugs from the pot he'd brewed minutes earlier. The powder was already in his palm, a fine white dust that looked exactly like sugar. He tipped it into Ren's mug, stirred it once, and watched it dissolve completely. 'I hope this works...'

He handed Ren the coffee. Their fingers brushed. Ren smiled, genuinely, warmly, the smile of someone who considered Leo a friend. "Thanks, man. You're a lifesaver."

"Don't mention it," Leo said, dismissing it with his hand, as he watched Ren drink with a smirk crawling up his face...

And to his luck... The first signs came within few days

Leo had spent the day in the library, running through practice problems until his eyes burned. When he returned to the dorm, Ren was at his desk, staring at his laptop with an expression of mild confusion.

"You okay?" Leo asked, hanging his bag on the back of his chair.

"Yeah, just... I don't know. Feel weird." Ren rolled his shoulders "Like, sore. But I didn't work out or anything." He added standing up a bit to stretch.

Leo's pulse quickened... Was it already working? "Maybe you're coming down with something." He said trying to hide a smile as he thought of possibilities

"Maybe." Ren stretched his arms overhead, and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of his stomach. Leo frowned. Was it his imagination, or did Sam's midsection look... tighter? Less soft?

"You been eating differently?" Leo asked, keeping his voice neutral, unsure if the powder could react so fast or was his imagination playing tricks on him...

Ren shrugged. "Just been hungrier than usual. I destroyed a whole pizza at lunch. Didn't even feel full." He laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "Weird, right?"

"Nothing weird about it. You were just really hungry probably" Leo said dismissing Ren's concerns.

By end of the week, Ren had stopped wearing shirts in the dorm.

Leo walked in from a late study session to find his roommate sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, a sheen of sweat on his body despite the air conditioning being cranked to maximum. The change was undeniable now. Sam's chest, which had been flat and undefined a few days ago, now sported the faint outline of pectorals. His shoulders looked broader, straining the straps of his backpack when he bothered to carry one.

"Dude, I don't know what's happening to me," Ren said, not looking away from the TV. He was watching a mixed martial arts fight, something Leo had never seen him do before. "I went for a run this morning. Just felt like it. And I ran like, four miles. Didn't even get tired."

"That's... good?" Leo offered, not wishing to raise suspicion. "Means you are in good shape..."

"It's weird." Ren finally turned to look at him, and Leo felt his stomach drop. There was something different about Ren's face. His jaw seemed squarer, his brow heavier, his eyes somehow... sharper. Did he know something?

"I tried to study today. Sat down with my notes and just... couldn't. The numbers looked like gibberish."

Leo manufactured a concerned expression, still trying to play a role of a supportive best friend. "Stress, probably. We've been pushing hard."

"Yeah." Ren scratched his chest absently, the motion drawing attention to the new definition there. "Maybe." He sniffed his armpit and made a face. "God, I reek. I've been sweating nonstop. It's like my body's on overdrive."

"Shower might help."

"Yeah, maybe in a minute." Ren's attention drifted back to the fight. One fighter had the other in a chokehold, muscles bulging, sweat flying. Ren leaned forward, his eyes bright with an interest "This is actually pretty sick. You ever watch this stuff?"

"No." Leo replied in an instant, not even remotely interested

"You should. It's way better than I thought." Ren flexed his arm unconsciously, watching the bicep rise. "I kinda want to try it. MMA, I mean. Or maybe just hitting the gym. I feel like I've got all this... energy."

Leo sat down at his desk, pretending to open a textbook. His heart was hammering. Were these signs of mental decline... Or just a new interest he picked up...

Second week

Leo was woken by a crash. He bolted upright, disoriented, to find Ren standing in the middle of the room, staring at a broken lamp on the floor.

"What happened?" Leo asked.

"I don't know." Ren's voice was deeper. Noticeably deeper. A rumble rather than the soft tenor he had a week ago. "I reached for it and just... knocked it over. I didn't even touch it hard."

He bent to pick up the pieces, and the seams of his t-shirt gave way with a long, slow tearing sound. The fabric split down the back, exposing a landscape of new muscle - trapezius muscles climbing his neck, lats flaring out to create a V-shape that hadn't existed before, it was... Magnificent.

Ren straightened, holding the ruined shirt in one hand. He stared at it, then at his body, then at Leo.

"What the fuck is happening to me?"

There was fear in his voice. Real, genuine fear. For a moment, Leo felt a stab of something like guilt. This was Ren. His roommate. His friend, even, before the scholarship had poisoned everything between them. But then Leo remembered the Ashworth. The future. The tuition.

"I don't know," he said. "But whatever it is, it's good, no?"

"Maybe." Ren was still looking at his own body, flexing his hands, watching himself in the mirror . "But... I don't know. I do feel kind of... good? Like, really good. Strong. I did push-ups this morning. It felt really nice to be active. You should try it sometime " Ren grinned, and even his grin was different too. Cockier. "Didn't even break a sweat. Although... I'm always kinda sweating now. But you know what I mean, bro"

He tossed the ruined shirt aside and walked to the bathroom, his chest wider, his feet landing heavier. Leo watched him go, noting the way his thighs seemed thicker, the way his boxers were straining across ass that had definitely grown.

The powder wasn't just working. It was exceeding expectations. If things went accordingly to plan... He was sure to get that scholarship~

Third week

Ren had stopped going to classes. It started with sleeping in. Then it was "I'll catch up later." Then it was silence, an unspoken acknowledgment that catching up was no longer possible. The textbooks sat untouched on his desk, gathering dust. His laptop stayed closed. Instead, Ren went to the gym.

He'd joined on a whim, wandering into the campus fitness center after a morning run and deciding to "try some lifts." From the first session, he was hooked. He came back that day with a manic light in his eyes, babbling about "the pump" and "feeling the burn" and a dozen other phrases that sounded like a foreign language coming from his mouth.

"Bro, you gotta come with me," he said, dropping his gym bag on the floor with a heavy thud. "It's insane. I bench-pressed like, two plates. First try. People were staring."

"Two plates?" Leo didn't know what that meant, but it sounded impressive.

"Two-twenty-five." Sam grinned, flexing his arm. The bicep rose like a softball, veins snaking across the surface. In two weeks, he'd gone from a soft-bodied academic to someone who looked like he'd been lifting for years. How was it even possible? What even was in that power... "Coach came up to me after. Asked if I played football in high school. I told him I was on the chess team and he couldn't believe it!" He laughed, a booming sound that filled the room. Leo forced himself to laugh along. "The chess team. Can you imagine this" Ren said pointing at himself "On a chess team. I bet my opponent would give up on sight due fear" Ren shook his head, the motion slower than it used to be.

Leo was looking. It was impossible not to look. Ren had grown. Not just muscle; height. He'd been eye level with Leo two weeks ago... A bit taller. Now Leo had to tilt his head up slightly to meet his eyes. The doorframes were becoming a hazard. And Leo only came up to his chest...

"Speaking of chess," Leo ventured, "we should probably review for the competition. It's in two weeks. The Ashworth is riding on it." He said testing the waters

Ren's face went blank. The word "Ashworth" seemed to register, then fade, like a stone dropped into deep water. "Right. The scholarship thing." He scratched his jaw, which now sported permanent stubble, the hair coming in thicker and darker than before. "Honestly, bro, I don't know if that's my thing anymore."

"What?" Leo's voice came out sharper than intended. He was honestly surprised there for a second "Ren, you've been working toward this for three years." Leo didn't even know why he said that. Perhaps he felt guilty about this whole situation... Did he go to far? Perhaps there was time to reverse the changes after competition.

"Yeah, but..." He struggled, visibly, to form the thought. "Math just doesn't... click anymore, you know? It's like trying to read a language I forgot. When I'm lifting, everything makes sense. The weight goes up, the weight goes down. Simple. Math's all..." He waved a hand vaguely. "Fuzzy."

Fuzzy. The word echoed in Leo's mind. He was definitely getting dumber... Ren's brain was literally being rewired to prioritize physical prowess over intellectual capability.

"Well," Leo said carefully, "if you aren't interested, perhaps you should not come. No use in just taking space among nerds there"

"Yeah, nerds" Ren's smirked "I'm better off not being there, spending time on something more important" He clapped Leo on the shoulder, and the force of it nearly knocked him off his chair. "You're smart, bro. Always thinking. That's why I keep you around."

Keep you around. Not "that's why we're friends." The phrasing was hierarchical now. Dominant and subordinate. Jock and his nerd.

The next evening, Ren brought a girl back to the dorm.

Leo had never seen Ren with a girl before. The old Ren was too shy, too awkward, too lost in his own head to even attempt flirting. Not to mention gay. But this new Ren, the one who walked with his chest puffed out and his shoulders back, apparently had no such difficulties.

Her name was Tiffany, a blonde cheerleader with eyes that never left Ren's body. Leo sat at his desk, trying to study, while he heard sounds coming from Ren's room. He stared at his textbook, the symbols blurring. He could hear them kissing, the wet sounds amplified in the small room. He could smell Ren's cologne, something cheap and musky that he'd bought at the campus store. He could feel the vibration through the floor as Ren shifted his weight...

"God, you're huge," Tiffany whispered.

"All natural, babe."

Leo's stomach turned. his was only a start of the night of loud moans and whimpers had just began... How much stamina did Ren have now?

Fourth week

By the start of week four, the old Ren was dead.

Leo knew this with absolute certainty the moment he woke to find his textbooks dumped on the floor, replaced on his desk by a pair of massive, sweat-stained sneakers. Size sixteen. They reeked of the gym and locker rooms.

"Sorry, bro." Ren's voice rumbled from the living room, completely unapologetic, as Leo went to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Needed somewhere to put 'em. Your desk was empty."

Leo turned. Ren was sprawled on couch that now seemed comically small beneath his frame, wearing nothing but a jockstrap that struggled to contain its contents. His body was a masterpiece of excess… shoulders like boulders, pecs thick that were probably bigger than most women's boobs, abs carved so deep they looked like a washboard. His thighs spread wide, taking up space, legs wide as tree trunks. He was easily 6'5" now, maybe taller, and every inch of him oozed that salty musk…

"My textbooks were there," Leo said quietly.

"Were they?" Ren didn't look up from his phone. "Didn't notice. Hey, you gonna eat that?" He gestured at Leo's untouched breakfast, a bowl of oatmeal.

"I was planning to."

"I'm fucking starving, dude. Be a bro." It wasn't a question.

Leo watched Ren consume his breakfast in four massive bites, oatmeal dripping down his chin. When he finished, he tossed the bowl onto couch, leaving a smear of saliva and oats on the sheets.

"Clean that up, yeah? Thanks." He said without even looking at it, Leo cleaned it, not wanting to argue...

But definitely the worst part was the smell.

Ren's body now produced a constant, pungent musk that saturated everything. The dorm reeked of it. A thick, masculine odor of sweat and hormones and something else, something almost chemical. Leo would come back from class and gag on the air. His clothes absorbed the smell. His bedsheets. His hair. So they both lived in Ren's stench, a constant reminder of who owned the space.

Arguably the only thing worse than smell would be the noises. Ren's libido had become monstrous. When he couldn't find a girl, which was rare, but happened, he would handle himself with a complete lack of shame. The wet, rhythmic sounds filling the dorm at all hours. Leo would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep while listening to moans coming from Ren's room.

"Bro." Ren's voice cut through the darkness one night, rough and commanding. "Bro, come here"

Leo mumbled from his room. "What?"

"You heard me. Get over here."

"I'm trying to sleep."

A low, humorless laugh. "I don't care. I got a problem and my hand's not cutting it tonight. You're gonna help so I can get to bed too. I have practice tomorrow"

"Ren, I don't-"

The lights flicked on. Ren was standing beside Leo's bed, completely naked. And between his legs, jutting upward was something that made Leo's mind go blank with terror. The powder had changed everything. Ren’s dick was enormous, grotesquely, almost comically endowed, thick as Leo's forearm and pulsing with visible need.

"You see this?" Ren gestured at himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "How am I supposed to sleep with this thing asking to be fed? It's so hungry bro.."

Leo's heart stopped. "What?"

Ren casually wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly "And now you're gonna help me. Like good roommates do.. Get on your knees."

"Ren, this is insane. I'm not-"

"Did I ask?" The smirk vanished. Ren's face hardened into something cold and cruel. "I said get on your fucking knees bitch"

Leo's body moved before his brain could catch up. Fear was a powerful motivator. He slid off his bed and approached, trembling, his eyes fixed anywhere but the massive thing Ren was stroking.

"Good boy." Ren's voice was a low, approving rumble. "Knew you'd see it my way."

Leo knelt on the cold floor, his mind screaming at him to run, to fight, to do anything but what he was about to do. But his body wouldn't obey. Ren loomed over him like a skyscraper, blocking out the ceiling light, casting him in shadow as all Leo could see when he looked up was a shelf of pecs that blocked his view of Ren's face. Maybe for the best. The smell was overwhelming this close… musk and sweat and something primal that made Leo's head swim.

"Open up," Ren commanded, one massive hand gripping the back of Leo's head. "Don't make this weird. A mouth's a mouth. It's not gay if you don't think about it. And don't you dare use teeth. Else" he said squeezing Leo's back, just enough to send a message. “You already know what'll happen”

But you used to be gay, Leo thought. You had a boyfriend sophomore year. You cried when he transferred schools. But that part of Ren doesn't exist anymore. Ren's existence had been erased and replaced with this towering, aggressive, painfully stupid alpha who viewed Leo as nothing more than a convenient hole.

"Come on, bro. I don't got all night." Ren's grip tightened in Leo's hair, pulling his face forward. "I told you I had practice tomorrow morning, I need to be rested. So you better suck on it like your life depends on it and be honored you are even allowed to touch my cock"

Honored. The word was so absurd Leo almost laughed. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Ren pull him in as he choked on the massive thing, barely fitting it into his mouth while not to start crying.

Afterward, he spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, brushing his teeth until his gums bled, scrubbing his face, trying to erase the taste and the shame. When he emerged, Ren was already asleep, sprawled on his back, still naked, still half hard somehow with his dick still leaking small amounts of cum over his sheets.

Leo barely slept that night. He laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Ren's breathing. His jaw ached. His pride was in tatters. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered: You did this. This is your monster.

The next morning, Leo tried to assert some fragment of normalcy. "The competition is Saturday," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to prepare. I need quiet."

Ren was doing push-ups on the floor, one-armed, his free hand scrolling through his phone. He didn't look up. "Cool, bro. Have fun with your nerd party."

"It's not a party. It's a mathematics competition. The Ashworth Scholarship is-"

"Yeah, yeah, free money. You said." Ren switched arms, his bicep bulging obscenely. "You know what else is free money? My scholarship. Coach talked to me again. They wanna give me a full ride. Football. Coach says I'm 'a natural talent.'"

Leo's stomach dropped as he repeated "Football scholarship?"

"Hell yeah. Gonna be the star player. Coach say I'm the biggest guy he's ever seen walk onto the field. And I'm still growing." Ren stood up, stretching, and Leo watched in horrified fascination as his lats flared out like wings. "They're gonna pay me to smash people. Best deal. Ever." He grabbed his gym bag and headed for the door, ducking slightly to avoid hitting his head on the frame. Before he left, he paused, looking back at Leo.

"Hey, bro? Clean up a bit while I'm gone. This place smells like a nerd died in here."

The door slammed. Leo stood alone in the silence, surrounded by the wreckage of his plan.

Friday night. Twelve hours until a competition.

Leo was at his desk, reviewing his notes one final time. The equations were solid in his mind. If he could just get through tomorrow, just show up and perform, the Ashworth was his. Ren was no longer a threat. Ren couldn't solve a basic algebra problem anymore. The scholarship was Leo's by default.

"Bro."

Leo didn't turn around. "What?"

"Got a problem."

"You always have a problem. Handle it yourself."

A low chuckle. "Feisty tonight. I like that." The floorboards creaked as Ren approached. "But here's the thing. I already handled myself three times today and it's not enough.” Ren's hands landed on Leo's shoulders, massive and heavy, kneading the muscle with casual ownership. "Tiffany's out of town. Some cheerleading thing. So it's just us tonight, bro. Lucky you."

"I'm studying." Leo replied trying to get Ren off his back

"You're always studying." Ren spun Leo's chair around, forcing eye contact. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna do what you did the other night. Then you're gonna do it again. And again. And again. Because I said so."

"No." The word came out before Leo could stop it. "I have the competition tomorrow. I need to sleep. You can't just-"

"Can't just what?" Ren's voice dropped, the playfulness vanishing. "Can't just what, bro? Say it."

Leo's throat closed. He stared up at the monster he'd created, at the thick neck and the square jaw and the eyes that held no recognition, no friendship, no mercy. This wasn't Ren. This was something else wearing Ren's skin.

"You think you're better than me?" Ren leaned down, his face inches from Leo's. "You think your little math contest matters? It doesn't. You know what matters? This." He flexed his arm, the bicep rising like a mountain. "Power. Strength. The only things that actually count in this world. You're smart, bro, but you're weak. And weak people serve strong people. That's just nature."

"I'm not your servant."

"No." Ren grinned. "You're my roommate. Which is even better. You can't leave. You can't escape. You're stuck here with me, and I'm gonna keep getting bigger and stronger and hornier, and you're gonna keep helping me out. Forever. Sound good?"

Leo didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was too tight, his eyes burning with tears he refused to shed.

"Good talk." Ren straightened up, his shadow swallowing Leo whole. "Now. Knees. We're gonna be here a while." He said... And truly, by the time they were done, Leo lost count how many times did Ren cum into his mouth, but before passing out, he could swear he saw a sunrise.

Day of the Competition

Leo's alarms didn't go off.

He woke at 10:47 AM, gasping, disoriented, the morning light slicing through the blinds. The competition had started at 9:00 AM sharp. Registration closed at 8:30. He had slept through all of it... slept through his alarm, through his backup alarm, through the third alarm he'd set on his phone.

He grabbed his phone. The alarms were all disabled. Every single one. And there, in the notification history, a message he hadn't sent:

"I can't make it. I'm withdrawing from the competition. Sorry for the late notice."

"No" he breathed. "No, no, no-"

"Morning, bro." Ren said casually with a smirk

Leo whipped around. Ren was sitting on the edge of his bed, already awake, already dressed in gym clothes, a protein shake in his massive hand. He looked... content. Satisfied.

"You," Leo whispered. "You turned off my alarms."

"Did I?" Ren took a long sip of his shake, unbothered. "Must've been an accident. Your phone was making noise while you were asleep. Figured you needed the rest."

"You sent that message."

"Which message?" Ren's grin was a knife. "The one where you quit? Yeah. I helped you out with that. You were really stressed and tired last night after I was done with you. Said you didn't even wanna go. So I made it easy for you."

Leo launched himself off the bed, fury overriding reason. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The Ashworth was my only chance! My entire future was riding on that competition! You've ruined everything!"

He was pounding on Ren's chest with both fists, his blows utterly useless against the wall of muscle. Ren didn't even flinch. He just looked down at Leo with something between amusement and pity.

"You done?" The giant smirked

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" Leo shouted

"Yeah, I know." Ren grabbed Leo's wrists with one hand, effortlessly restraining him. "But here's the thing, bro. You're not going anywhere. You missed your nerd party. You're stuck here. With me." He pulled Leo closer, his breath hot and sour against his face. "So you might as well make yourself useful again, I can't go into gym with a morning wood"

"Let me go." Leo tried resisting, but it was all for nothing.

"After you are done with your job. Oh and don't worry. Coach called. It's official, I got the sports scholarship. Full ride. They're announcing it Monday. I'm gonna be a star, bro. A legend. You should be happy at least one of us gets a scholarship." He released Leo's wrists, shoving him backward onto his own bed. "And if you don't want to end up on the street, I suggest you start taking very good care of me. Every day. Because that's what good roommates do."

Leo sat on the edge of his bed, defeated, hollowed out, as Ren stood and stretched, his massive body blocking out the sun.

"Life's pretty good, you know?" Ren said, almost to himself. "Got the scholarship. Got the girls. Got you to handle the rest. What else could a guy need?" He laughed, taking out his dick in front of Leo's face and smacking him with it. "Open wide roomie" he said showing that monster inside Leo's mouth.

But Leo didn't protest or cry... he was too broken to feel anything as he sucked Ren's dick to the best of his abilities, chocking and gagging on it as Ren pushed into Leo's throat, not caring if the other boy could breathe or not. Everything was going so well... He was so close to getting that scholarship and now... Now he was stuck as Ren's cum dump... Forced to do whatever his roommate wanted if he wished to even get a penny and pay his school year...

After finishing inside Leo, Ren just pulled his shaft out of smaller boy's mouth. "Damn, that was good. You are getting better. I like how tight your throat is, how you squeeze me. You are better at this than Tiffany. Speaking of which, she is coming tonight. Tidy up the room and go somewhere. I can't be seen with a faggot like you " Ren said grabbing his gym bag and leaving the room

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“Hey bro! Did you get some more beer and chips” said the hulking man sitting in my living room. It had been turned into a garbage can of chip bags, beer cans, and used tissues complete with the smell of a locker room. Why did I have to be so stupid and careless?

I’d been obsessed with my old high school bully Josh and had been stalking his instagram for years when I discovered the perfect plan which my always eager to please boyfriend Luke agreed too. The potion to shapeshift my boyfriend into a perfect copy of my high school bully Josh was very specific. Mix in a picture of who you want to change into and ten hairs from your current body to maintain your personality while in your new body, along with ingredients that took me to several shady stores. Unfortunately, I stupidly misread ten as one because the zero was smudged. Now my boyfriend had the body that I had jerked off too so many times but kept Josh’s douchebag straight bro persona except the single hair managed to make him still be slightly attracted to me and massively attracted to men,especially himself. It had all gone wrong.

“Dude it totally sucks that you had to work all day, such a little nerd running numbers and shit at a bank. This bods kept me entertained though. God, I’ve been sniffing these pits all day after my run and quick game of basketball at the park got me so sweaty. The other dudes were amazed at how well I shot the ball and I was amazed at how hot they all looked with their tits bouncing up and down and abs rippling in the sun. I had to adjust myself multiple times, especially when Darius was guarding me and his body kept pushing against me. Not that I’d ever cheat on you babe”, he laughed but I knew the last bit of Luke was trying to get through. “You should get in here dude this is what a real man smells like bet the old me never smelled this awesome”, he said as he flexed his huge biceps and licked his hairy pit while beginning to massage his abs and pecs. I could see the bulge in his basketball shorts begin to grow as a slight wet spot began to show and join the other stains, it was his favorite outfit now since he didn’t care enough to do laundry and couldn’t fit into his old clothes.

It was still so strange even after two days to see my high school crush and tormentor lazing around on my couch, cheering about a baseball game while also admiring how the pitcher's ass looked. Last night he was pulling down his pants and showing me Josh’s ass while I sat on the couch with him. “Do you think mine is bigger than his or what?” he questioned, bending over and backing up until I was trapped between the wall and his hairy ass. “ I mean look at how tight my hole is bro, I would never let a dick in there that would be totally gay but I tried my fingers today and that shit had me drooling”. I had to get my old boyfriend back, this was getting out of hand.

“Well babe I got the ingredients for the antidote, now where are the directions I swear I left them on the table” I said dropping my bags of supplies on the counter. “Oh those I threw those out” he said glaring at me making me panic like Josh had so many mornings at school. “I’m not going back to being a tiny little nerd like you, this body is too good to ever give up. You really should have made another copy loser” Josh’s signature laugh escaped his lips and sent a chill down my spine. In one swoop he tugged down his shorts unleashing his seven inch dick and a set of balls bigger than any I had ever seen undoubtedly already full of cum again. “Thank god you left in that little part of me that loves this body cause I can’t get enough”. He plopped back down on the couch now naked and raised his huge size 13 feet onto the table. “Maybe if you're good I’ll let you ride this monster tonight no homo bro.” he laughed again and grabbed some more chips and cracked open another bear while resuming exploring his body. I began to walk back to our bedroom,as the sounds of him groaning and his hefty balls slapping against his thighs echoed down the hall. God this was my life now and it was all my own stupid fault.

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Find a Purpose.

It wasn't my fault he turned out this way! I just wanted to help my friend's dad out of his rut. Freshly divorced, overweight, depressed- I felt bad for him so I cast a little spell. It was supposed to make him "find a purpose" and it did. He started lifting, lost a ton of weight, even grew a few inches of height. He got the ladies, and men, throwing themselves at him, but for some reason I'm the only one he wants. Maybe I said something wrong in the spell but I swear I didn't do it on purpose. Worst part is, I can't resist him. I mean who could?

*ding*

Fuck he just sent me another photo of himself.

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 76: Three to One Ratio

Some fraternity brothers come ready made, some need a little work, and some are created.

For one fraternity, all members are created no matter how much they fit the mold. Rush week is over and it is time to send out the bids.

Bids are formal invitations to join a fraternity, it occurs after prospective members express interest in joining, aka rushing.

For over a century, this brotherhood had been perfecting the process to creating the perfect frat bro. Three prospective bids & one geed.

Geeds, those who go through college without fraternity association, willingly or not.

There is an irony in it all. The very rejects & those who reject them is the final ingredient needed to make it work.

After deciding on who they want in the fraternity, they begin deciding who goes into each trio, and then from there the geed who will perfect the brother.

Those chosen three received a letter.

"On Friday night, stay in your dorm & stay shirtless until you are called for with four knocks on your door. We await your arrival, brother."

They were all excited after reading the message. They have been chosen. They will be a part of something greater than themselves.

Friday night comes & they wait.

The first of the trio - Barrett:

He opens the door after hearing the knocks & looks down.

He is amused.

There is a white male mannequin on the ground, butt facing up. There is a note next to it: lay on top.

He does what the note say & lays on top. After a few seconds, his body starts to sink into the mannequin. He does not panic, just accepts what is happening.

His body is fully encased within, now being broken down.

Two men, perhaps fraternity men, come around the corner & go the next chosen.

The second of the three - Knox:

When he sees the mannequin, his face is expressionless.

He could be feeling a number of emotions, but no one but himself & what he will become will ever know what he was feeling in that moment.

He takes a deep breath & does as the instructions bade.

Like Barrett before him, he silently sinks into the white figure, and he is added the internal mass after being broken down.

Off to the next.

The third of the trio - Wakaichi:

He looked nervous but he was really excited.

He almost dives into the mannequin, and it takes him into itself with no problems. Faster entry, faster break down, faster incorporation.

The men responsible for transporting the mannequin that would soon become their new brother ferried it to the basement under the fraternity mansion.

In the old days, this would be enough to create a new brother, but when an geed sneaked in was added in as a punishment, the resultant frat brother was of even higher quality. Thus, geeds were afterwards added into the mix. Just one per trio.

The issue comes with the fact that most geeds are simply those who did not engage or care about fraternity life than being rejects from the recruitment system.

So they went after a specific type. Those geeds, who had they tried, would have gotten into an fraternity.

For this trio, it would be Xavier:

Great personality, good grades, gym bro, and gamer.

Many people like him. Any fraternity would love to have him.

He has been chosen to finish off one of their new brothers, to perfect his being.

There was a knock at an door, and he unwisely opened it. At first there was no one at the door, but when he turned his head to look around, he was assaulted with a cloth at his nose and lost consciousness.

When he came to, he was face to face with a mannequin. He was almost floating above it as he was being held aloft by four men lowering him closer & closer to the polyethylene statue.

He was now an inch from it's nose.

"What the heck is going on?!"

He tried to struggle to no avail.

His nose met the mannequin's own. It was cold to the touch and a little wet. Instead of holding its shape, it contorted & gave away as he pushed in more. He was screaming now, whatever this was he wanted to stop, but the men lowering him into the mannequin did not stop for a single moment.

The mannequin's head moved like slime & uppwards to cover his entire skull, his screams now muffles. Within a few seconds his head was broken down & he stopped making noises & stopped squirming. As his chest, legs, and other body parts met with the mannequin's corresponding own, they too sunk in & joined the trio in being broken down & incorporated.

The four men, done with their task, left the room.

With the necessary beings held within, vein like structures began to appear all over the statue. The broken down men's essence & mass was being mixed & swirled together within until they were indistinguishable from each other.

The geed's DNA was used as the base structure, and the best parts of the bids were used to enhance that base structure. Within a minute, a new genetic code was created.

The mannequin came to life as its mouth opened & let out a loud moan.

At the same time, one could hear cracks & gloops as it began to turn into human flesh, bone, brain, and skin.

Then the human-mannequin began to morph & change further as it incorporated the DNA of the new person.

There was cracks heard as it's skeleton was created & more as the soon to be spine elongated, ensuring the the fused being would be taller than his constituent parts.

Gloops could be heard as the chest & buttocks expanded to include more muscle.

Pops could be heard as the legs & arms exploded with more muscle than the base mannequin had carved onto itself.

He began to grit his teeth as his rod & sack grew, and jewels became heavy.

Taking que from his fusees, aspects of their abdominals were etched on to his stomach, sounding like a chisel to a stone.

More pops, and his shoulders exploded with more muscle.

More gloops & strain as his hands & feet grew & then restricted.

His distinctive facial & hair features started to come in.

A few minutes more & the merger was complete.

He was drenched in sweat & breathing heavily:

After cooling down a little, he walked out of the basement. Somehow the surroundings felt familiar as if he has been living there for a while. He was able to find the door easily & leave.

He was met by two fraternity members.

"Welcome brother."

One of them handed him a towel. As he wiped off his sweat, they led him to a chair.

He tossed the towel & sat in the chair:

He did not speak much as four minds were still mixing & becoming one within him.

But he knew one thing about himself.

"What should we call you?"

"Hamza."

"Meaning strong or steadfast, not bad."

Hamza quickly fell asleep. He would worry about the details later. As he went off to dreamland, his fellow fraternity brothers took stock his looks.

He was over six feet tall, slim & yet very muscular at the same time. He had an elaborate tattoo on his right arm.

His skull shape was a mix of all four. His eye brows from Xavier. His eyes a mix of Wakaichi & Barrett. His nose from Knox & Xavier. His mouth from Barrett & Xavier. His ears from Barrett & Wakaichi. His hair color was a mix of Wakaichi's & Knox's & its texture was from Xavier. He would have Xavier's skin tone.

With the crack of dawn, a new life was born. Hamaza had a great college life, played soccer at the college level, and with the connections he built; he traveled the world after graduation:

Now playing soccer professionally, he continues to travel world while tracking his progress:

With the potential of four men with him, the sky is his ceiling.

Too bad he can not literally fly, otherwise he would shatter it as well.

[all4muscle]

Ai yes BUT still a HOT role play scenario stealing a bullies massive muscle for yourself and revenge!

[all4muscle]

The perfect in your face up close mirror back selfie shot. Massive pumped back development and inches from your face vein loaded engorged trap and shoulder girth.

[frozenthrall]

A Good Top

Being a gay Asian guy who didn't look the part was something Jin was extremely familiar with. With beauty standards and stereotypes going around, the guy had a hard time finding a partner. Now, he wasn't bad looking, if anything he had that 'cuteness' to him. That's what every guy he was with told him. But being a top who was constantly undermined for his looks, such compliments felt like a slap in the face.

He wasn't particularly tall, standing at 5'8, but... He wasn't short. Or at least he didn't consider himself short. He was average... A bit below average but still-! Unfortunately for Jin it wasn't just his height that he had problems with. His round face, soft eyes, skinny body... And 4 inches member were all seemingly working against him. God knows how many times he heard the question "Are you really a top?" And similar. People assumed he was a bottom just because of how he looked and he hated it.

And today? He had the same experience again. After sending his selfie to a guy he met online through an app, the guy almost immediately cancelled on him just because Jin "didn't look the part". And the guy wasn't even shy about it. He told Jin everything in his face and poor guy was both speechless and fueled with anger. But just as he was about to block this guy he saw a new message from him.

lankylavander: Sorry dude, no offense, but you are like shorter than me. I could never date someone below 6ft lol

lankylavander: Here is how a top should be

After which he sent a link to some website. And in fit of rage, Jin just clicked it without thinking as he was brought to a page that showcased a bunch of absolutely jacked hung jocks. He hated to admit but they all looked great. But that didn't matter now, as he was about to close the site he saw a pop-up add. It was some kind of app called "Be The Part" promising to help people change into who they truly are meant to be.

Normally Jin would ignore such obvious scam but today for some reason he clicked it and downloaded the app, without even replying to the guy on the app. That jerk could fuck off.

Opening the app, Jin was met with a few questions asking him about what he wanted and what was his problem. Writing how he wishes he was more like a top. A stereotypical one. And how he had enough of people looking down at hom just because of his looks, Jin was disappointed to find the app just seemed to send you words of encouragement and support for you to achieve your goal. Pretty stupid. But what did he honestly expect from such thing...?

Closing the app, Jin sighed, tossing his phone to the side. He needed to take a break from everything and calm down. Stuck with his thoughts, he heard a notification from his phone. Weird, he was pretty sure it was on silent mode. Whatever. Taking a phone to see what it was, Jin saw it was the damn app. How lovely let's see what it had to say...

"A Good Top spends every day in the gym, working on his body to make sure he looks good for his bottom. And you big guy? You look great. Hunk like you loves the pump and sweat. You relish knowing others envy you and wish they looked more like you. And nothing comes close to the feeling of your clothes stretching over your body, trying their best to hold on and contain all that brawn you carry "

Suddenly Jin felt a warn sensition take over him. Something was wrong but he couldn't quite name it. The feeling spread though his entire body as it began to pulse and grow, both in muscle and height. It was like his entire body was on fire. Groaning in what was a mix of pain and pleasure Jin could feel his clothes stretching over his muscles, his skin feeling too tight. With every second he was bigger, as if someone was pumping air into him. He could feel his spine getting longer until he was 6'5, his limbs growing and lengthening to accommodate the needs of his new body. His legs grew first, feet growing to support the new height as his old size 8.5 quickly moved up a scale to 15, with his hands turning from smooth and small into big rough paws from all weight lifting. Suddenly, his shirt gave up, splitting to make room for his growing pecs, unable to hold them in any longer. Letting another moan as he felt air on his chest, his sensitive nipples exposed, hanging from the meaty muscles, Jin was in state of completely bliss for a moment.

Looking himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but flex. He looked good today. The pump from the gym still didn't wear off. Taking a few pictures, he admired his abs as he was rather proud of them. Fuck he was proud his entire body. All that training with the team and many hours spend in the gym paid off. Many people assumed he got academic scholarship because he was Asian, but the truth was - he was a total atlehete. Big, strong and proud.

Looking at his phone he saw a message from a twink he was talking with earlier.

lankylavander: We still up for tonight, big guy?

lankylavander: Can't wait to see you in person and touch your amazing body.

A smirk formed on Jin's face without him even realizing. Like it belonged there. The little shit was eager. And he couldn't help but wonder how will his pretty face would look after he breaks him down tonight. Honestly, all of this was too easy. The moment Jin downloaded any dating app, he found a bunch of matches in seconds. He could afford to be picky and this gut definitely had a nice ass he could fuck to release some tension before the game tomorrow.

rice&raw:Ye Im comin

rice&raw:dw bro

rice&raw:Here is smth while you wait

Jin knew what effect he had on people. He knew the little bitch will be watering from the moment he sees the pic. He could imagine his tight bussy clenching already. And he didn't have to wait long to confirm how effective his picture was.

lankylavander: Omg, you look soo hot! I can't wait to feel you deep inside me tonight

Immediately Jins dick twitched. The guy had a good ass. Round and smooth, he couldn't wait to play with it like a dought before fucking him. Feeling himself through the shorts, Jin felt a small dissatisfaction as his 4-inch member came to life. If only he were more well-endowed. Now, 4 inches wasn't exactly small... But the guy like him should be more hung. Many of his dates were disappointed when he took off his shorts. But it was something he couldn't change...

Suddenly, he got another notification from that stupid app.

"A Good Top needs a big dick to satisfy his bottom. And you have a pretty big dick. Your confidence doesn't come from nowhere, you know you are big all over. Is there anything better than being a new standard setter?"

The warm feeling returned, only this time it was localized in only one part of his body - his dick. Jin could feel it swelling larger as the front porch of his underwear started to swell. Feeling his joy and pride rise to life, there was an obvious imprint against the front of his underwear. Reaching down with his mitten of a hand to adjust it, Jin stopped for a moment, phone still in his hand as he took another picture, before readjusting his dick. The 9-inch shaft now stood proud, a big mushroom head above the underwear and next to his belly button, as Jin casually stroked it while texting, as he leaked a bit of pre over his abs

rice&raw: I hope you can handle me

The lil bitch knew exactly what he was doing with that pic. And Jin couldn't wait to come over and shove his entire dick into them. Probably more than anyone else gave them or will give them. The stereotype about Asian's not being hung? Well Jin certainly didn't fit the stereotype, if anything he went against it. He loved when they struggled to swallow him, chocking as they tried to deep throat him. He could already imagine this fucker on his knees as his tight throat with tears of his eyes, filled with pain and pleasure he never knew.

After a shower, Jin got himself ready, putting on some tank top and jeans as he headed towards little guy's flat. He didn't dress particularly well because... Why should he? Not like they would stay on for very long anyway. Knocking onto apartments door, a short guy, not more than 5'9 opened the door. "Lankylavander?" Jin said, deep baritone voice coming out of his mouth.

"You can call me Noah..." He replied leading the way in. After a confirmation, he got in, ready to enjoy himself before he got a notification. Stupid app-

"A Good Top is doesn't need to think too much. That's reserved for bottoms. A Good Top has that cocky attitude and carefree nature, going through life without thinking. The only thing you worry about it who will milk and drain your balls today since they needed to be emptied quite frequently. It's eat, lift and fuck bro"

Just as he read it, Jin could feel his intelligence draining away, any remaining part of his old self drifting away. The new emptiness felt nice. His head felt hollow but who needed smarts when he did thinking with his other head anyway. All that was left were things he needed the most - how to eat, lift, and fuck. And honestly, who needed more bro?

Turning towards little guy's whose name he didn't remember, Jin smirked. "So like, where is your bedroom bro?" He asked putting his phone away. The annoying appdidn't work at all. But then again, how could he becomes more perfect than he already was? Heh.

Now hopefully this bitch knew how to handle a real men.

"Oh, let's just take a pic for snap before we continue " Noah said with hunger in his eyes. He couldn't believe what a hunk he scored... Tonight was really his lucky day

"You want to show me off? Sure broski, here" he said standing in front of Noah, arms flexed. His dick was already getting hard from the size difference and as little guy took photos, Jin's body completely hid Noah as his dick brushed again smaller guys stomach. "You are like, so small" Jin added, moving his hands onto Noah's waist "I wouldn't want to break you tonight" that was a lie, he definitely would.

Noah’s breath hitched as Jin’s massive hand slid possessively across his waist, the heat of his palm searing through the thin cotton. His own fingers trembled not from fear, but from the sheer size difference pressing against his stomach. The tip of Jin’s cock stood up and next to his abs, already leaking, as it smeared pre onto his abs. Noah’s knees nearly buckled when Jin bent slightly, his forearm muscles bulging as he gripped the back of Noah’s neck, pulling him into a rough kiss. Jin's tongue found, or rather forced its way into the little guy's mouth, conquering it with ease as they kissed.

"Mmf- shit" Noah gasped against those lips, his own dick straining against his pants, as his hands played with Jin's nipples. Meanwhile Jin's free hand dropped lower, fingers digging into the waistband of his jeans, yanking them down just enough to free himself completely. "Fuck, bro. You are getting me all worked up" Jin growled, his voice rougher now, deeper. He didn’t wait for a response as he carried Noah into the bed and spun him around, shoving him onto the bed face-first. The impact sent a jolt of pain up Noah's ribs, but before he could react, Jin was on top of him, his weight pinning Noah down as his cock now fully hard stood there and demanded attention.

"Gonna make you so full of me." Jin rumbled, his mouth hot against Noah’s ear, his breath ragged. The bed creaked under Jin’s weight as he shifted. Jin’s hands, rough and calloused, gripped Noah’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of his ass. Noah could feel the thick, veiny length of Jin’s cock pressing against him, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric of his boxers. Jin’s breath was hot and heavy against the back of Noah’s neck, his voice a low growl.

"You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you? Otherwise I won't be very happy broski" Jin murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Noah’s boxers and yanking them down in one swift motion. The cool air hit Noah’s exposed skin, making him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the way Jin’s cock twitched against his ass, the tip already slick with pre cum. Jin didn’t wait for an answer. He spat into his palm, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room, and then his fingers were there, rubbing the saliva into Noah’s entrance, stretching him open with a rough, insistent pressure. "Look at your hole, already clenching. It's hungry."

Noah gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Jin’s thick fingers pushed inside him, the burn sharp and sudden. "Fuck! This feels amazing- You are so good at this" Noah hissed, his body tensing, but Jin didn’t stop. He worked him open with brutal efficiency, his fingers scissoring, stretching, preparing him for what was to come. Noah could feel the way his own body was responding, his cock aching, his hole clenching around Jin’s fingers, desperate for more.

"That’s it "Jin growled, his voice thick with lust. "You are ready for the real thing." And then his fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt, massive head of his cock.

"God, you're taking it all so well," Jin grunted, his intellect completely replaced by a primal, driving hunger for sex. He gripped Noah’s hips and with one powerful, unthinking thrust, he buried his entire length inside. Noah’s world exploded into white light, the sensation was overwhelming, a total invasion that stretched him to his absolute limit.

Jin didn't hold back, his movements becoming rhythmic, heavy, and punishing. Every lunge sent a shockwave through both of them, Jin’s giant chest muscles slapping against Noah’s back with the force of a hammer. The motion went on for quite a while, and as Jin finally reached his peak, he unloaded a massive, hot torrent deep inside Noah, before pulling his dick out. "Ready for another round?" To Noah's surprise, Jin's dick didn't deflate, if anything it seemed more hard than it was before...

And so after an eventful night and many rounds, Jin was finally satisfied as his balls were finally drained. For now. Laying in bed for a bit to rest and catch his breath before leaving after that amazing fuck, Jin heard Noah talking. "You are the best. I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow... We need more tops like you. You are a really good one."

Fuck, he really was a Good Top.

[salmonskinrolltf]

Short: Only a Fan

[Quick mental TF. Content Warning for mild gay-to-straight themes. Read my ethos on G2S stories here. Thank you to @twistedtfs for the second gif and @misctf for the final image.]

Not to brag, but sometimes I can’t believe how hot my boyfriend, Nick, is. And it’s so sweet, because he treats me like I’m completely out of his league! Look at him nervously adjusting his hair as we prepare for a bit of Zoom sex while he’s on his business trip.

He greets me in his oh-so soft voice, we catch up about our days for a bit, and then we get down to business. He loves it when I tell him what to do. I tell him to tweak his left nipple, and he does, moaning with pleasure. I tell him to run his hand through that forest of delicious chest hair and he does. I slow my stroking down, because I’m already dangerously close and I haven’t even seen his dick yet.

I tell him to grab it, tantalizingly out of frame, and he does. His face lights up, awash with erotic ecstasy, as if this is the first time he’s ever felt this good. It turns me on so much that I’m doing this to him. I tell him to stroke it, slowly, and he does, his eyes going heavy-lidded.

He starts getting into it, stroking faster. I don’t want him to get too ahead of himself, so I tell him to slow back down, and he… doesn’t. “Baby?” I say. “Can you hear me?”

He doesn’t respond, but as I’m testing out my audio settings, I turn up the volume on my headphones and I can hear faint female moaning in the background. And a man grunting. Is Nick watching porn in another window? I feel hurt at first, but I'm sure I'm just imagining things.

I try calling his name again, but he clearly can’t hear me, so I open the Zoom chat.

Baby, can you hear me? Why aren’t you responding?, I type with one hand, my stroking growing even slower.

He just keeps jerking his cock. He starts to grunt, the noise sounding deeper than it usually does.

I go to type in the chat again, but I notice that there are more messages there than before. Did he respond?

No, he didn’t. But it seems like Zoom is glitching. My own message is being repeated, in a bunch of random permutations. Is it just regurgitating everything I’ve ever typed to him? The messages are popping up, almost too fast to read.

Nick, why aren’t you responding to me?

Baby, read my messages!

Darling, you’re looking so hot tonight, you should run your fingers through your chest hair.

Nick, we should collab sometime!

What? That last one seems weird. I've definitely never said that. I look closer and realize that it was a message from a completely different user. Had other people hacked our private Zoom? I force quit the Zoom app, but Nick still fills my screen, jerking and grunting even faster now.

I realize that somebody must have hacked our call, because his feed is being pumped directly into some camboy chat site that has automatically opened on my computer. That probably explains the hetero porn noises I was hearing. I guess that was coming from some pop-up or something on my end.

It dawns on me what all those other messages are. They're from people watching my boyfriend jerk off! What the fuck? I feel a surge of jealousy and start typing furiously.

Baby, you need to call me right now.

He doesn’t seem to notice my message among the deluge of commenters. I try again.

Baby, I love you. Please stop ignoring me, this is serious.

Nothing. One more try.

Baby, why aren’t you responding to my messages?

That seems to catch his attention. His gaze slowly lifts from his dick. Thank goodness. He had been caught up in the moment, but now his attention is returning to me. He would end the feed, call me, and we would laugh about this embarrassing hack.

His sweet, doleful eyes look directly at me.

I let go of my now limp cock, suddenly realizing I was still holding it. Nick opens his mouth and says, “Dude, you know I only respond to messages if you tip. 10 tokens per message. 100 tokens gets you a pic. And 1000 tokens gets you a private show.”

What the hell? Does he not recognize my username or something? I type again.

Baby, it’s me, Garrett. Please talk to me.

He looks at the message with absolutely no recognition in his eyes. “Garrett, being annoying will only get you banned. If I chatted with everybody who asked me to without tipping, I’d be on here all day every day. And I’ve got a date with my girlfriend tonight, so…”

He gives another few quick grunts. Cum splatters all over his chest, twinkling in the mat of hair I love to run my tongue through. The feed goes dead, leaving me sitting alone, naked, in my dark bedroom.

Fuck, that Nick guy is so hot. I hate when he cums before I do, forcing me to find some other feed to get off to. I start stroking my cock again and click through the other feeds, finding a hot cub lounging in his underwear.

My half-mast dick turns rock hard. That’ll do.

With one hand, I type.

Baby, you’re so sexy.

Baby, I love you.

Baby, why aren’t you responding to my messages?

[frozenthrall]

The App

"Dude, I'm screwed," Marcus groaned, tapping his head against the desk. "Coach is gonna bench me if I don't show I'm worth during next game, but I don't have time to train or do anything because of this shit ass exam. I fucking hate organic chemistry. I wish I had full sports scholarship so I wouldn't have to worry about this stuff"

Devin looked up from his desk. "You're being dramatic. You did well on all exams this semester. And you are a good player. You'll do well. I believe in you" he said trying to be a bit more supportive towards his friend.

"Yeah, but that's all thanks to you and your tutoring. Seriously, thanks dude. I don't know what would I do without you " Marcus said, grabbing his own bicep. "Look at this. I'm 6'2 and weigh, what, 175 soaking wet? I get bodied every time I drive the lane. I need to put on some weight."

"You could just… eat more?" Devin suggested ignorantly.

"Bro, I eat. It doesn't stick. If only it was that easy" Marcus sighed. "If I was like 185, maybe I could actually hold my own down low. Get some rebounds. Be a little more physical."

Devin pulled out his phone, half-listening. He'd downloaded some weird app his old roommate sent him. He was given a free trial to test it out. Supposedly you could type things and they'd happen. Probably bullshit, but whatever. He just wanted to test it and this seemed like a good time for it.

Marcus weighs 185 pounds.

Marcus was still talking, but something was different. Looking at him, his shoulders looked broader under his tank top. His arms, usually wiry, now had visible definition. Not huge, but… solid.

"-and then I could actually finish through contact, you know? Like if I was 195, man. That's the dream. Just ten more pounds of muscle and I'd be unstoppable on the field."

"Wait," Devin blinked. "You said you just wanted to be 185."

"185?" Marcus laughed. "Nah, I hit 185 few months ago, your math is wrong. Keep up, man." He stretched a bit , his shirt definitely a lot tigher than it used to be "Been stuck at 185 for months though. Plateau is real. But I don't think I could get that big and continue playing basketball. These babies would just be too big" he added flexing his biceps that was now definitely more noticable.

Devin looked down at his phone. Then back at Marcus. Then at the phone.

Marcus weighs 195 pounds.

"That's why I switched to football, honestly. Able to get a lot bigger"

Devin's head snapped up. "Football? But didn't you play basketball"

Marcus was bigger now. Noticeably bigger. His tank top was straining. His neck had thickened, his chest pushing the fabric outward. He cracked his neck and kept going like nothing had changed.

"Yeah, played. Past tense dude. Back in highschool. You are supposed to be the smart one here" he laughed, his voice deeper "But I could never get this big and stay at basketball" Marcus leaned forward, and Devin could see the way his pecs bunched together. The tank top seams were working overtime. "I've been playing football since freshman year of college. You literally came to the homecoming game. Sat in the front row."

Devin had no memory of this. But it felt real. It felt true. Shaking his head after acquiring a new memory, Devin focused on more pressing matters... "You want to get even bigger?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Bigger?" Marcus stood up and stretched. The tank top rode up, revealing a tight stomach with the outline of his abs. "I mean… yeah. Honestly? If I could hit 220, I'd be a monster on the field. Tight ends are getting bigger every year. The guys I'm blocking are like 240, 250. I feel small half the time."

"Small." Devin's voice was flat. "You feel small."

"Bro, you don't get it because you don't play." Marcus turned as he heard a small rip. Looking at his tank top, he paused, frowning. "Fuck. I could swear this fit better the other day. I keep outgrowing my clothes lately." He said like it's the most normal thing that kept happening to him. Still, he quickly went back to the original topic... "220 is the goal. But 230?" His eyes got a little dreamy. "At 230 I could play defensive end. Always wanted to rush the passer. Just destroy quarterbacks."

Devin was already typing. He noticed the pattern so he was already a step ahead of Marcus. There was no way anyone would be disatisfied with 250.

Marcus weighs 250 pounds.

And Devin marveled at the change. Marcus's shoulders flared outward, his lats pushing his arms away from his body as the tank top gave up completely. His quads thickened, forcing his stance a little wider as his sweatpants almost tore apart. His chest expended every time he inhaled, but it didn't seem to get smaller when he exhaled. No... Instead it kept on getting bigger. His massive pecs forming a shelf that casted a shadow ober his abs. His jaw looked sharper, more defined. Everything about him was just… more. Was he taller? Perhaps the app changed his size a bit to make room for more muscle...

"Yeah," Marcus said, his voice dropping just slightly, like it had gained some bass. "Honestly being 250 is great. Defensive end is where it's at. The quarterback never sees me coming. Last game I had three sacks. The Coach said some scouts are already asking about me. NFL here I come" He grinned, and even his smile looked more confident.

Devin meanwhile stared at the man in front of him...the broad chest, the thick arms, the way he seemed to fill the room just by standing in it. He'd started this conversation with a lanky basketball player. Now there was a defensive end standing in his dorm room, talking about the NFL like it was inevitable. He couldn't help himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Marcus was already massive. A 250 pounds of muscle packed into a torn tank top, looking like he could bulldoze through a brick wall. That was enough... at least for now. But Devin's mind started to wonder. What else could this app do?

Marcus caught him staring. "What are you looking at, bro?" He said putting on a new shirt since the last tank top gave up, casually flexing his bicep as it grew to the size of a football. "You've been on your phone all night. Texting some girl?"

"Something like that," Devin muttered. Looking at this muscle hunk he had just created, Devin got a little greedy. Marcus was looking so good, he had to adda few more things-

Marcus has a massive bulge. He's extremely well endowed. He's not shy about it.

"You know what's funny," Marcus said, shifting his weight and spreading his legs a little wider as he sat down, not seemingly not wearing any shorts. He was done with studying for tonight. "Playing D-end, you get a lot of attention. Girls love the big guys." He gestured down at himself and smirked.

Devin's eyes involuntarily dropped. The underwear that Marcus was wearing were suddenly… full. Very full. There was a prominent, thick outline of his bulge running down his thigh that definitely hadn't been there a minute ago. Devin felt his face get hot.

"Dude, my eyes are up here," Marcus laughed, but he didn't sound offended. If anything, he sounded proud. He leaned back on his hands, which only made the situation more obvious. "Not my fault I got blessed, you know? Genetics, man. Some guys get this or that. But I got it all. Muscle, height, dick. What more could man ask for" The man simply smirked

"Right," Devin choked out. "Genetics."

"I mean, you've seen it in the showers. You know what I'm working with." Marcus said it so casually, like it was common knowledge, as he stood up, moving to the bed behind them and the poor chair made a sound in relief. And suddenly... There was another memory in Devin's head. His brain supplied the picture. He had seen it. Marcus was famous for it on the team. Guys joked that he had to tape it down before games. A third leg. That's what they called him.

"Anyway" Marcus continued, adjusting himself without a hint of shame, "Coach wants me to move to offensive line. Says at my size I could be a hell of a left tackle. Protect the quarterback's blind side." He cracked his knuckles. "But I don't know. D-end is more fun. You get to be aggressive."

Devin was only half-listening. His eyes kept drifting down to Marcus's lap, where the thick outline seemed to pulse slightly every time the big man shifted his weight. It was hypnotic. It was also giving Devin ideas.

Marcus is extremely horny all the time. He talks about it openly.

"-and the thing about offensive line is the stance," Marcus was saying, then paused. He let out a low groan and adjusted himself again, more forcefully this time. "Sorry bro. I've been so damn worked up lately. It's annoying."

"Yeah?" Devin's voice came out squeakier than he intended.

"Dude, it's constant. I wake up ready to go. Practice is brutal because I'm chafing in my cup half the time. Showers after? Forget about it. I have to wait till everyone leaves or I'll poke someone's eye out." He laughed, but there was smugness in his expression. "Coach says it's all the testosterone. Guy at my size, lifting as heavy as I do, eating as much as I do… it simply natural"

"So you just… walk around like that?" He said pointing at the hard on he was having at the moment.

"Pretty much." Marcus didn't look embarrassed. If anything, he looked proud of it, like it was just another muscle he'd built. "Girlfriends love it at first. Then they get tired. I had one tell me I was 'too much to handle.'" He made air quotes with his thick fingers, before starting to casually stroke himself. Loking back at Devin, as if he wasn't just pleasuring himself, Marcus smirked again "You've got that look on your face."

"What look?" Devin asked, quickly shaking his head as he looked up from Marcus obvious bulge that was being stroked by those rough and collosal hands. He could see the thick outline of his new dick and the raging libido that came with it. It was... Mesmerizing. But he couldn't just stare at it-!

"The one where you're thinking too hard about something." Marcus studied him with those dark eyes... had they always been that deep brown? "You always do that. It's kind of cute, actually."

"Cute?" Devin's voice cracked. Did his straight roommate call him cute? He could feel it... The blood flowing through him and making his face fed.

"Yeah. That's the word." Marcus said it with a shrug. "You get all flustered. Your ears turn red. It's endearing." He leaned forward, hands still in his underwear . "Any girl would be lucky to have you."

'I'm not into girls' Devin thought as he looked as his phone, already with an idea on how to solve this situation. His thumb hesitated over the screen. Then he typed.

Marcus is bisexual. He prefers men. Specifically, he is deeply attracted to Devin.

A strange look crossed Marcus's face. He blinked slowly, as if seeing something or someone for the very first time. His gaze traveled from Devin's face down and back up again. The casual energy in the room shifted, grew charged.

"You know what?" Marcus said, his voice dropping into a lower register, "Scratch that. Any girl is the wrong thing to say." He stopped stroking himself as he stood up from the bed, all 6'5" of him, packed with 250 pounds of muscle, and crossed the small distance between them. "What I meant to say is... I've been thinking about you differently lately, Devin."

"You have?" Devin's voice was barely a whisper as he couldn't believe what was happening. He saw what the app could do, but this... This was on another level... Was he being too greedy with these changes? It startered out of joke, then goodwill but at the end was only fuffling his fantasies...

"Mm." Marcus was very close now, his face inches away from Devin's "I have. You're always here for me. You're smart. You're funny. And honestly..." He reached out and gently took the phone from Devin's nervous fingers, setting it aside on the desk without even glancing at it. "I find you incredibly attractive. I was just afraid to say it before. But this feels like the right moment, doesn't it? It feels... right." His hand came up, warm and solid, to cup Devin's "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong. Tell me you don't feel it too, and I'll back off. We'll go back to just being friends. No weirdness."

Devin's mind was racing through everything that had changed in the last fifteen minutes. The size, the height, the whole impossible wave of transformations. But looking up into those dark... And huge pecs, he found it hard to care about consequences. "You're not reading it wrong," he said quietly.

"Great." Marcus smiled "Because I was hoping that's what this meant" he said jokingly pointing out small bulge in Devin's pants and the smaller boy immediately blushed even harder. Taking him to bed, Marcus simply smiled "Since you are on board... I've got some ideas about what we should do tonight. And none of them involve studying."

A buzzing sound came from the desk. Devin's phone, screen still glowing. A text from his old roommate: "Did you try the app yet? Hilarious right?? Fair warning though, changes are permanent. LOL". But Devin didn't see. He was otherwise occupied.

[dreamertf]

Uncle, Roommate?

/tw incest, in a way

My uncle, roommate- wait. No- fuck I don't know anymore I'm so confused. There used to be this person that Jace used to be. I swear he used to be older, but I'm not too sure now. The day that changes began I thought I was going crazy- I woke up to him in the kitchen making breakfast. Instead of his usually short fat ugly self, he looked… normal. Something I hadn't been used to at all.

His hair was more filled in, neat, rather than the messy balding bird's nest it used to be. He talked calmly, his voice a bit lower than normal. That was just the beginning. Each day I woke up scared as he continued to morph into someone completely different, something completely different. I’m not so bad looking myself, 6’2”, muscular, definitely my fathers child. But after a few days he was taller than me.

I woke up to the sound of weights in the garage. The clanking noise followed by deep grunting. The day before the garage just held his old dusty car and a few cobwebs, but opening the door I found a complete home gym. A bit janky, but very good for a home gym. As he stood up my eyes trailed down his shirtless sweaty body. Jace looked completely different, he was my age now, about 20 years old. His shoulders broad and muscular, leading down to a narrow waist adorned with an eight pack of abs. A small dusting of hair leading downwards into his tight gym shorts. 

“You gotta learn to stop staring bud” he huffed out, smiling.

That damn fucking smirk was dangerous. His chiseled face had gained dimples in the past day, making his perfect cocky smirk even more attractive. His wavy hair flopped down as he adjusted his package– the head of his huge dick straining against those lucky pair of shorts. Stretched to its limit, what I would give to be in its position. 

“Not that I mind much” he continued, winking as he went back to working out. 

Jace was a completely different person at this point, and my memories seem to be faltering. I more just remember how I felt about his changes, how conflicted I felt at the beginning. We started texting when we weren't together at home. When we were apart I wanted to be by him constantly, I felt so needy. Like I couldn't breathe without him. Now It's been about a month since he started changing, and he knows that he can get me to do anything he wants. Who could say no to that face?

1 new text message from; Jace🤍

“Cum home babbeeee this cock misses u”

Fuck not right now I'm at work.

[dreamertf]

Get Out

Dad told me to get out of the hotel, "I didn't pay for this vacation for you to sit and do nothing!" Yeah whatever dude. I remember feeling hella self concious about coming out here to the beach, something about being pale I think? Dude thats the fuckin point of sunbathing! I dont know what I was thinking- but I got set up out here on a towel and this chick runs up to me. Here tities were HUGE. She asked me if I wanted to play volleyball with her huhuhu. Obviously I did, who wouldn't? She took me back to her friends and we played for a bit, they kept whispering to eachother about me I think– I mean, not like I was hiding how turned on I was. Fuck thats the bad part about having a dick this big, I can't ever get it down!

I had to tear off my shirt because it felt too tight, that shit was about to rip anyways with the way these puppies have been growin.

But I fucked her hard as hell, her and her friends took turns riding me like a stallion. They couldn't handle all of me by themself. Who could? Her twink friend couldn't stop touching my abs, just constantly caressing them. Had to put him in his place lmao. But yeah, been a pretty good day so far, gotta go see if those cunts are ready for round three of this dick.

[dreamertf]

Like a God

I've known that I was a Swapper since middle school, but I couldn't exactly use my power at all. Usually, people would have to agree to a swap for it to work- but I found a loophole. I found out that i could get them to pseudo agree if I agreed to do something on my end-- they didn't have to know about it.

"I'll do your homework" for 5 pounds of muscle.

So of course I made myself a target for the frats, and that didn't take much. All I had to do was offer to help out with homework once, the rest would funnel to me through word of mouth.

At 2 weeks I had gained 50 pounds of muscle, and nearly a foot in height. Seeing abs on my scrawny ass body for the first time was intoxicating. I felt unstoppable- like a god. If I wanted to I could just "trade" my services for a bigger amount- but I want it to be gradual. I want to feel my muscles pulse bigger with each guy. I want to see the frats losing life as they slowly become dweebs. It's more fun to drag out their torture.

You could tell the ones that would come to me more, Jackie– he would've killed me if i called him that a month ago- is now a 5'6" hyperfeminine twink. And boy can that boy take a dick.

Of course I'm the one who controls the transfer, so I started changing the way I stole. Some guys that were late to the party got lucky. I would let them keep their muscle, but I'd drain their dominance and an inch or so off their dick. This guy for example used to be an asshole, now he begs for my cock, just like the rest of my cumdumps.

I know that deep down they remembered their past selves. They remembered that they used to be taller, straight. -but that's the thing about us Swappers, once we've imprinted on you, there's no going back.

The days passed by and I admit, I got a little overzealous. Right now I'm 7 feet tall, 350 pounds of pure muscle, swinging around the biggest dick you've seen in your life. Most of the fags I drained just hangout around me now, I think they think of me as a god of some kind. A god that took away their suffering, giving them pleasure by fucking them with the dick i stole from them.

[the-toy-boy]

[alphajocklover]

Hey dude, I have some big issue. I hooked up with this guy, a total bodybuilder, he was absolutely sexy and surprisingly nice. But now I think im starting to regret this. The guy was insisting on doing it with a condom, but the damn thing broke when he came in my ass. And now I start to feel super weird, I feel itchy and the guy is talking about letting a beast out? Bro, I need some help!

When one of the hottest guys you had ever met came deep in your ass after 3 hours of the most intense, mind blowing sex of your entire life, you weren’t expecting him to start apologizing.

“Oh fuck. Bro, I am so fucking sorry.” The muscle bull said as he pulled his massive cock out of your juicy bubble butt, leaving a trail of cum behind as he did.

“Sorry? About what?” You asked, an almost delirious smile on your face as you came down from the high of the incredibly intense climax. It had been a long time since you had sex that good, and a long time since you had sex at all to be honest, so you felt amazing. You weren’t usually one for hookups, but the incredibly muscular, hairy, sexy man before you – who you could now remember was named Wade as you finally came down from the high of sex enough to truly think – was just too hot to resist. He was big, manly, very affectionate, and almost animalistic in the bedroom. Perhaps too much, since he seemed to have broken the condom he was using in his sexual frenzy. “Oh. Fuck. You don’t have any STDs or whatever they’re called these days, right?” You asked, slightly nervous.

“Uh, well, something like that.” Wade said, scratching his beefy chest, a guilty look on his face “Fuck, bro I am so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I mean, this sucks, but it’s not the end of the world. I mean, I can go to a clinic and they can probably help me out. A lot of this stuff can be dealt with if I get it early…” You said, half trying to convince yourself as well as him. You knew that STDs were a lot more treatable than they used to be, and that if you got treatment quickly there was a chance that whatever this is wouldn’t really affect your life at all, but the look of panic on Wade’s face was enough to make you feel somewhat nervous.

“No, dude, you don’t understand.” Wade said, running a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated groan that almost sounded like a growl. “It’s not a fucking STD man, it’s-”

You felt a sudden wave of dizziness hit as your entire body began to heat up. You fell back onto your bed as the skin across your body started to itch like crazy, a strange heat under your skin making you feel like your entire body was on fire. You let out a deep groan as you began to rub and scratch your skin, trying to get some relief as you writhed on the bed “W-what’s happening!?” You yelled out, feeling your body start to swell with muscle as hair popped up across your entire body.

“Fuck, I am so sorry man. Look, just don’t try to fight it man. It’ll only make the transformation harder.” Wade said, joining you on the bed. As his hands touched your warm, newly hairy skin, you felt a deep, pleasurable relief wherever he touched you “God little me is going to be so fucking pissed. But I swear, I’m not going to leave you behind. I’m going to teach you everything there is to being a Beast. Gonna make you feel so good, gonna be a good mate for you, I promise.” he said, his deep voice comforting as his thick muscular body pressed against your growing one.

You still weren’t sure what was happening. Your body felt strange and foreign and hot, and you felt new instincts well inside you as you seemed to recede into unconsciousness, someone else taking your place. But as you fell deeper into your own mind and felt Wade’s beard scratch your neck as he kissed you roughly, a small part of you was glad that at least you wouldn’t have to face whatever this was alone.

—

You and your boyfriend, Will, usually skirted around the subject whenever anyone asked you how you met. You couldn’t exactly explain that Will’s alter ego, a muscular, aggressively sexual man called Wade had accidentally infected you with a werewolf like virus that turned you into an equally beastly mountain of a man every night, or that by accidentally infecting you and choosing to stay with you, Wade has essentially bonded to your own alter ego, with the two becoming mates. You couldn’t tell people that you and Will, well trying to work together to build your lives around your other sleeves relationship, had ended up falling in love yourselves. You couldn’t let anyone know that sometimes you two would make love just as the sun set, so you’d end up transforming into your beast form while balls deep inside the love of your life. But, when someone pushed you on the subject, you usually just told them that fate had brought you together. Fate, and a broken condom.

[transform4u]

Birthday Notification, TF Request

Another year older, another few lines on my face. I kept telling myself they came from stress, from bad sleep, from staring at a monitor at three in the morning writing garbage transformations for strangers online. Endless writing. Endless pretending. It wasn’t like any of it was real.

Tharnis wasn’t real. The Genie Ashur wasn't real. Robin Morningstar wasn’t real. The weird soda cans, the cursed clothing brands, coins, and cursed TVS, the Redwave shit — all fiction. Cheap fantasy. Stories about becoming someone else because maybe it was easier than being yourself for a while.

Right?

I was turning thirty at the end of the month, and honestly I was mostly hoping for free stuff. Coupons. Promo emails. Some pathetic little “happy birthday” reward from companies that wanted me to buy more garbage. So when my phone buzzed that night, I opened my inbox without thinking.

At first I thought it was spam.

No sender. No company logo. Just a single unread message with the subject line:

“You made me.”

My stomach tightened.

Then the screen started glowing.

Not bright — not enough to light the room — just a low, dim red leaking from beneath the glass, pulsing softly against my fingertips. Like there was something alive inside my phone, breathing slow and steady, waiting for me to open the email.

Turning 30 soon. Figure it’s finally my turn.

Pick one of the characters from the blog. Tharnis, Robin Morningstar, Redwave, whatever weird thing you’ve got rattling around in your head.

Transform me for a change.

Curious what you’d make me become.

[alphajocklover]

Happy Birthday! I got a little too into the idea and didn't do a ton of detail on the transformation, but I hope you like it!

--- Quick Flip: A Coin's Revenge ---

You felt your fingers move without your permission, opening the mysterious email as the red light coming from your phone grew brighter and brighter. You could feel the red light on your skin as it grew impossibly bright, filling the room, filling your vision, so intense you could almost feel it burrowing into your skin.

And then… it was gone. Along with everything else.

You didn’t even need to look around to realize you were no longer in your apartment. The air felt different on your skin, far more cool and still than you were used to, or even thought possible. As you did take in your surroundings, you found yourself struggling to comprehend them. Above you was an infinite, dark void that seemed to stretch on forever. It was not the darkness of a starless night sky, but the dark of the area just outside of your eyesight, the darkness only seen by those who cannot see. Above you, and to your sides, there was no color, no light, no shape, no shadow. Below you however, was something, something that sat beneath your feet that you instinctively knew was the only thing inside this void besides you. It took you a moment to realize what exactly you were standing on, what your feet were clinging to in this strange place, until it hit you. You stood, surrounded by nothingness, on top of an impossibly large metal coin. 

The coin appeared to be the size of a helicopter landing pad, and although it was difficult to tell with it being so much larger, you were fairly certain from the dips and curves of the metal that it was a quarter. A forty foot long quarter, floating in nothingness, and you.

Before you could speak, or scream, or wonder what was going on, or ask God why you were apparently having a mental breakdown on your 30th birthday, you heard a voice. It didn’t come from anywhere specifically, seeming to echo across the void, but somehow you could tell it was the coin that was speaking…

“You’ve enjoyed it, haven’t you Morningstar?” The coin's voice echoed, deep and ethereal “Playing with fate? Or, I suppose pretending to play with fate. After all, that's what it is to you. The transformations, the power, even that character you had use me, ‘Robin Morningstar.’ It’s all just pretend…”

“... What is this? Who are you?” You asked, feeling somewhat cliche even as you said it. You knew, on some level, who you were talking to, but it felt so… impossible, you needed to check. “Who am I? I have had many names. Tyche, Fortuna, Lady Luck, all were attempts by mortals to define me. Some go broader, using concepts to label me, like Chaos, Fate, and Chance. Still not broad enough, but closer I suppose. Many people use sayings or symbols. The flap of a butterfly's wings, the rare four leaf clover, the roll of the dice. Regardless, I think you would recognize me best… As the Quick Flip of a fateful coin.” The voice said, sounding almost amused. “For now… call me Flip.” “As for what I desire, that is much simpler. You write your stories, spending your days listening to strangers' deepest, hidden desires, and play at granting them in delightfully corrupted ways. You tell stories of the impossible, of things beyond what fate and luck can bring to you mortals. I can respect that.” Flip said “... but your stories have attracted the wrong kind of attention. You pretended to play with fate, and used the quick flip of a coin as a prop in your game. I cannot allow this disrespect to go unpunished…” 

“... You’re… you’re going to punish me for… for using a coin flip in my stories?!” You asked, half shocked and half terrified, a shiver going down your spine as you realized you had somehow written your way into being a god's plaything.

“As I said. Your stories have begun to draw the wrong kind of attention. Well I do not personally take offense to your pastime… I cannot be seen letting any mortal disrespect my dominion. So, you will suffer the consequences.” It said simply “But do not despair. I will give you the same chance, you give others.” 

Suddenly a golden coin appeared in front of you, glowing with a strange yet beautiful power. “This coin is a part of my essence. Every day, after you awaken, you must flip it. Heads, and you will go through your day normally, your life the same as it ever was. Tails… and you live that day as someone else, someone like the men you have written about. If that ends up being a punishment or a reward… you will decide.”

You slowly grabbed the coin, enchanted by its golden glow, and felt its cold metal in your hand. You could somehow feel that Flip was pleased with this acceptance of his punishment… or perhaps simply amused. “If you ever need me again, simply turn the coin onto its side, and spin it like a top. Now… good luck.”

—

Suddenly you were back in your apartment, gasping as you sat up in your bed. What had just happened? Had that been some strange dream? You went to grab your phone, to check if that odd email was still there… only to feel the cool touch of a familiar coin against your hand. You pulled the gold coin out of your pocket. It was real. What had happened was real. Which meant when you flipped this coin… there was a 50% chance you would become someone else for the day.

You knew you shouldn’t want to flip the coin. Afterall, just because being a douchey jock or a toxic conservative asshole sounded hot doesn’t mean it would be. But… it would just be for the day. And if you didn’t flip the coin… Well, you didn’t want to know what would happen if you actually pissed off the god of luck. So you took a deep breath, closed your eyes… and flipped the coin.

—

Surprisingly, you didn’t actually land on tails until your fourth day of flipping the coin. The writer in you found it anticlimactic when your coin landed on heads on the first day, but after nothing happened on the second or third day, finally landing on tails was almost a relief. 

Today you wouldn’t get to live your regular life. Instead you’d live the life of Lex, a 23 year old gym bro douchebag, one with massive muscles, a cocky smirk, no respect for the women he harrasses, and a huge cock that he doesn’t quite know how to use effectively. The next day you’d be back to normal, but it wouldn’t be long before you got another tails and got to experience life as Trent, a 39 year old father of 2 who enjoys working out and complaining about the fags who just moved in down the street. Another day you’d be Micheal, a 19 year old influencer with a baby face and the most toxic, deeply conservative beliefs you had ever heard of. Yet another day you’d be Kyle, a dumbass jock whose only personality trait is having huge pecs. Your life is a bit more complicated considering your missing about half the days of being yourself… but it turns out getting to live out your transformative fantasies is actually even hotter than it is on paper. Lucky you.

___

Once again, happy birthday! You ever want to flip that coin again, let me know!

[asche227asche]

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