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Spandex and BodySwaping Stories

[hairyjocktf]

New Recruit

Luke was at a low point in his life. He’d graduated high school but wasn’t smart enough to get into college. He had tried working some retail jobs around but he never had the work ethic to last long in those. He had similar problems in other gigs. It had been months of him bumming around and his parents had finally had enough, he was officially out of their house. With few options left, he was desperate. While walking down the street one day he saw an ad for the military, boasting stable careers and plenty of benefits. He’d played a couple seasons of sports in school and felt like he might be able to at least pass the initial evaluation, and out of near desperation he decided to try and enlist.

He made his way to the army office nearby that had been listed in the ad, and to his surprise there was no trouble. They did a quick physical evaluation and he was good to go, ready to sign up for boot camp. Luke was nervous; there was no coming back from this point. He thought about it for a couple minutes while being stared down by the recruiter, realizing he really couldn’t think of a better option. And so he signed the contract, unsure of what was to come. 

Two weeks later he was on a bus out to the base to start his boot camp. Luke didn’t know what to expect; he’d heard numerous stories about how brutal this training would be to weed out people. The bus was filled with the strangest mix of people he’d ever seen. Some guys looked like they’d been using steroids since they were 12, some looked like they belonged in an accounting department, and some he just couldn't pin down. Regardless of who surrounded him, Luke felt out of place, and he was only growing more nervous as the bus sped through the dense woods. After what felt like hours they finally cleared the trees and he saw the huge fences that would enclose the next few months of his life.

The buses pulled into a large dirt clearing at the center of the base where they forced everybody out. A huge and built man addressed the new recruits with his booming voice.

“Privates! Welcome to Fort Eagleton!” he shouted above the noise of disembarking men. “I am Drill Sergeant Thornton, and I’ll be in charge of whipping you lot into shape!”

Luke gulped, it looked like those rumors had been true. He was in for a world of hurt.

“You’ll be under my watch and command for the next ten weeks, learning what it takes to be a soldier. First, I want to see what I’m working with. Privates! See those chalk markings on the ground? Space yourselves on them for inspection!” 

His loud voice echoed across the clearing. The men all scrambled to stand in position, each on a chalk marking that were spaced four feet apart in a grid. Luke found an open one unfortunately near the front of the pack. He glanced nervously around at the others. Some were standing at the ready like they had been born for this, but the rest also looked around with worried looks on their faces. Their attention was brought back to the front by the thundering voice of the sergeant. 

“Listen up, privates! Here with me I have Corporal Evans, a prime example of what you should all strive to become in the next ten weeks!” The sergeant gestured to a tall and strong looking man next to him. Evans was at attention in full uniform, but Luke could tell the man was absolutely jacked underneath. He could see how the coat was straining against his huge, broad shoulders.

“He is the epitome of a soldier, and what all men should model themselves after,” the sergeant continued. “I will make a real man out of each of you! That is my promise as your Drill Sergeant. However, some of you may take to that easier than others.” He began walking through the rows of men in plainclothes, observing each of them with scrutiny. Luke’s eyes went wide as the sergeant stopped directly in front of him.

“You, boy. What’s your name?” The sergeant did not quiet his voice even when right next to him. 

“Luke,” he said shakily, “Luke Peterson.”

“Private Peterson, you may have passed the exam to get here, but I hold doubts that you are up to the challenge that is basic training,” the sergeant said while making intense eye contact. “Do you think you have what it takes to become a soldier?”

“Yes.. sir,”

“Well! Let’s put that to the test,” he boomed again. “Evans! Bring me this private’s new uniform.”

Within seconds, the man was at his side holding a folded army uniform. Thornton took it and handed it to Luke.

“Put this on, boy! Let’s see how you’ll fit in here,” he said with an almost sinister twinkle in his eyes. 

Luke had no choice but to then strip down to his underwear in the middle of the crowd. The eyes of the dozens of men he had entered with were burning holes in him as he changed into the fatigues. They immediately felt too large for him but he continued as the sergeant watched impatiently. He pulled up and belted the pants before buttoning the shirt closed. They were at least two or three sizes too big, Luke thought, and he looked ridiculous in the oversized fatigues. He laced up his boots which were also excessively large and stood back up to address the sergeant’s burning gaze.

Out of nowhere, Luke suddenly felt like he’d taken a punch straight in his stomach. He collapsed to the ground on his hands and knees, gasping for air as the pain in his stomach did not lessen, but began to spread. His torso felt like it was on fire, and he groaned in distress as his body was overwhelmed. Everyone else in the clearing was watching in awe as Luke’s body began to grow. His spine lengthened slowly, back widening and shoulders broadening. His legs began to stretch and grow longer, adding a good eight inches to his height. He began packing on muscle like he’d been working out for a decade, limbs inflating in seconds adding strength and size. His chest pushed out into two meaty pecs, which finally caught Luke’s attention from the incredible soreness he felt as his body exploded in size. His eyes widened as he watched his own body fill out the fatigues that had moments ago been far too large, arms swelling to fill the sleeves and chest pushing against the now tight shirt. His legs also bulked up, adding 20 pounds of muscle as quads and hamstrings grew in and thickened. His feet expanded, pushing against his large boots. He felt a sharp pain shoot through his jaw as it widened, giving him a square and masculine face. The pain began to subside and Luke managed to stand back up, this time matching the sergeant in height. 

The drill sergeant addressed him, “Good start soldier.” He had a hint of a grin on his stern face.

Luke was angry and confused, “What the hell was that? What did you do to me? What do you mean good start…” His sentence trailed off as he felt an intense tingling feeling arise on his chest. Underneath his tight uniform shirt, in the center of his massive pecs, tiny brown hairs began to poke out of his skin. The hairs started out thin and wispy but quickly thickened as they grew longer, spreading out across Luke’s mountainous chest muscles. The hairs erupted across the expanse, burying the skin under a dense layer of fur as they grew thicker, longer, and tangled together. Especially dark hairs sprouted around his sensitive nipples, causing Luke to let out a moan as he brought his hands up to massage them. The crowd watching Luke was stunned at his actions in front of the sergeant. Some of the men closest to him could see what looked like thick hairs beginning to poke out from above his shirt collar. The fur on his chest had spread up across his collarbone and had started peeking up onto his neck, where it was finally visible. The sergeant stood watching with a smirk as Luke was lost in a world of pleasure, rubbing his nipples as hair began taking over his body. The hair was not confined to just his chest, and shot down south across his stomach, coating his new abs and muscle in the same thick rug. The hair was growing in so densely that it started to push out through cracks and seams in his uniform. 

The other privates were speechless watching this erotic display in front of them, not knowing what to do. A few noticed Corporal Evans, who was standing behind the drill sergeant, subtly mimicking Luke’s actions, seemingly lost in his own bodily pleasures as his hands roamed his body. Luke’s breaths grew louder as the hairs continued climbing up his thick neck, creating a river of hair traveling up from his chest to his square jaw. He’d never had much stubble before, just some light peach fuzz, but that was changing. The soft hairs were overrun with thick, wiry, testosterone-fueled growth that coated his jaw in an incredibly dense beard. His upper lip was next, first darkening with the shadow of thick stubble before the hairs pushed out and completed the full beard on his face. Luke’s hands moved upwards, stroking his fingers through the long wiry hairs that now covered the lower half of his face. His eyes closed as the pleasurable sensation began to control his actions, wanting to experience every ounce of this growth. The beard growth was very noticeable to the crowd as well, as men further away began to break formation and inch closer to see what was happening to Luke. Evans was in the back, feeling the scratchy stubble on his own face as it pushed out a couple millimeters, just enough to leave a dark five o’clock shadow.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, Luke’s body was continuing to change under his uniform. Luke could feel every new hair sprout out of him as the hairs spread, conquering more of his newly buff body. His armpits tingled as the follicles there went into overdrive, pumping out hair after hair. What had previously been a sparse grouping of hairs quickly became a thick tuft of sweaty, musky hair. Dark and wiry hairs pushed out of bare skin, spreading out and covering his pits in a full manly bush, already dense enough to trap his body sweat and stench. Luke stuck one hand into his shirt to scratch the growing forest in his pit before pulling it out and smelling his fingers. He shivered from the euphoric smell of his own musk that was only growing more potent. The pit hairs continued to spread and even connected with his chest hair, creating a seamless rug across his whole upper body. 

The wave of hair growth continued advancing across his muscular body, with hairs beginning to pop up across his broad shoulders. They were joined by more and more hairs, giving Luke a thick coating across his traps. The hairs began to crawl down his brawny back, knitting a rug as they grew thick and tangled across his shoulder blades. As the hairs advanced down his spine they also began covering his arms, where long dark hairs were pushing out across his triceps before utterly engulfing his forearms in dark fur. Luke watched as the thick hairs poked out of his sleeves, ensuring anyone would know even in full uniform how hairy he was under there. That is, if they didn’t notice his large, calloused hands, which had their own small carpet of hairs sprouting across the backs. Luke could feel as the hairs creeping down his back reached the bottom, where a bushy tuft sprouted up just above his waistband. He subconsciously knew what was next, and moments later he was overcome with bliss as his thick ass cheeks sprouted their own rug of dense curly hairs. He could feel how the thickest, longest, and darkest hairs were pushing out of his crack, and he reached his hand into his pants to feel the silky fur that filled the gap. As all eyes were on Luke, Corporal Evans was still engaged in his own stimulation, feeling his pit hairs push out a little more, his back get a little more hairy, and his ass plump up just a bit more.

Luke felt his now size 16 feet heat up in his boots, beginning to grow itchy. Hairs were crawling out of the tops of his massive feet, popping out of his thick toes shortly after. The hairs climbed up his thick legs from his feet, coating his calves in dark hairs before engulfing his massive thighs. The hairs came in thicker and darker as they neared his groin, where his formerly modest bush began to double, then triple in size. Thick pubes were sprouting up all across his crotch, enveloping the area in a dense forest of curly hairs. Luke let out another moan at the sensation and shoved both his hands into his pants. He felt the coarse hairs sprouting through his fingers as his bush continued to spread outward. His cock began gushing precum before it too began to grow. It had almost been swallowed up by the immense bush, but now it hardened and pushed out, growing longer and thicker. Luke grasped his growing member and felt the hair climbing up the shaft as it continued to push further out of his bush. He felt his balls swell in size and drop a little farther down, becoming coated in hairs just like the rest of his groin. 

Luke was overcome with euphoria, and the animalistic instincts took full control as he began stroking his nine inch cock with both hands, each pump blasting his brain and body with pleasure. The sergeant and everyone else watched as Luke jacked off to his own transforming body right in front of them, stunned into silence. Corporal Evans, still unnoticed, slid his own hand into his pants to deal with his rock hard problem. Luke kept at it, moaning louder and louder as precum poured out of his cock. Every stroke seemed to make him grow just a tad bit larger, just a little hairier. Finally, after a few minutes of being overcome by pure ecstasy, he erupted, a fountain of cum spraying out covering his new uniform in sticky white semen. Some of it even got on the sergeant, who seemed unfazed. Evans grunted quietly as he pumped a massive load directly into his jockstrap that he had on under his uniform. He wasn’t prepared for quite how large it would be, leaving a wet spot on the front of his trousers and leaking down his leg. Luke panted as his mind returned to his body, finally taking stock of the situation and realizing in a moment of panic what had happened.

Before he could say anything Sergeant Thornton started to laugh. His roaring laughter pierced the awkward silence that had overtaken the space for the last while. He walked over to Luke and slapped him on the back.

“Atta boy! That’s what I like to see,” He said to Luke with an uncharacteristic smile. The crowd was shocked. That was not the response they’d expected in the slightest. 

“You’re fit to be a real soldier now, and I trust you’ll serve us well. A fine specimen!” he turned to the crowd. “Look here, privates! This is a real man, a bastion of strength and masculinity who can take a beating and give some hell.”

Luke too was stunned. He was scrambling to process what had just happened to him, and that it was seemingly planned by the sergeant the whole time. His thoughts were cut short by the sergeant addressing him again.

“Well son, you’ve done good today. We’ll have to clean up that scruff of yours to get you in regulation,” he stroked Luke’s new beard with his hand, sending a bolt of lightning directly to his still semi-erect cock. “Corporal Evans will help you out with that, and with cleaning up your fatigues,” he said as Evans approached from behind. Luke noticed the darker stubble on his face and the dark splotch in his bulging crotch. 

The drill sergeant once again spoke to the crowd, “The rest of you will be assigned living quarters and shown the areas for training. I want you all back here at exactly 1300 hours!”

Evans ushered Luke away from the grounds and into his own private quarters, where he stripped out of his cum soaked uniform and finally got a look at himself. He was taller, absolutely built, and incredibly hairy. It turned him on in a way he never knew he could be, his cock once again rising to full mast. He rubbed his hands through all of his new fur, unable to believe what he was seeing.

“I was in your shoes when I enlisted,” Evans said to him. Luke turned to face him and saw a slight blush in his cheeks, and his bulge was even more noticeable. “I’ll make sure you get cleaned up and everything, but how about first we just enjoy the new you in its raw form,” he said, stepping right up to Luke and wrapping his hand around Luke’s cock. Lost for words, Luke pulled off Evans’ hat and leaned in for a kiss, grabbing his bulge and pushing him against the wall.

Maybe bootcamp wouldn’t be that bad.

This was my longest and most ambitious story yet! Hope y'all enjoy it and thank you for nearly 400 followers in just a month! Feel free to dm or send an ask if you have ideas for future stories.

[mrwavellswaps]

Hello! I’ve always wanted a new body. Perhaps a suited dilf with a firm body. I do admire Mr Wavell current looks. Can you help make it happen? Thank you!

First of all it sounds to me like you have impeccable taste. Of course I’m already aware of how dashing and immaculate I am but hearing it said out loud to me never hurts. That said I’m positive I can help you out with your desires.

So you want the body of a suited dilf huh? Well you’ve definitely come to the right place. I believe older suited men are some of the most premium of man kind. The top of the food chain some would say. They represent power, elegance and masculinity all at once in a blend that leaves most in awe. Why do you think I chose one to be my host?

So how should we start? First of all let’s get rid of those regular clothes of yours. Watch as they start to dissolve and change. Your pants turning a dark navy blue as your shirt becomes a crisp white button down. A navy jacket that matches the colour of your pants materialise over your shirt, made of fabric the felt more expensive than anything you’d ever worn in your life. Same went for your shirt and pants. They all felt so soft and pricey. Your socks extended up your legs into long black dress socks as your shoes transform into shiny brown dress shoes that compliment the rest if your new suit perfectly.

There. You’re already looking quite smart. But now your body needs to play the part as well. Glance down at yourself as you begin to feel your body changing and transforming beneath the suit. Your body growing larger and stronger by the second. You would think your new suit would start to feel tight but that seemed to grow with you, accommodating for your increasing height and muscle mass. But naturally that wasn’t all. Your body began to grow older as well. More mature. Yet despite the age it remained strong and muscled thanks to years of maintenance in the gym whoever you could find time. Your face however saw more of a change with your features changing dramatically until you looked like an entirely different person. Your hair styled itself nicely as it gained a salt and pepper tint. Not to mention the beard growing on your handsome new dilf face gaining a few patches of silver on your chin.

Nearly there. Just a few more tweaks here and there. Nice rounded ass to fill out those pants. Thick cock that’ll stretch out any hole. Deep baritone voice that’ll make any dude hard in an instant. And with that I’d say we’re pretty much done!

What you think? You’re quite the suited dilf now huh? God even I wanna grab you and fuck your brains our right now. But what can I say? I’m good at what I do. Now get out there and show off that devilishly handsome new body of yours! I can’t wait to see how many jaws you drop.

[noface-phantom7]

Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right

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

29th, October - 11:58:44 Pm

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

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

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

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

“Heads, we switch bodies for the weekend.”

28th, October - 08:46:04 PM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[notquitehimself]

Through His Shorts

Marcus racked the previous set, wiped his hands, and immediately checked the mirror—rolling one thick shoulder, flexing the heavy chest under the cut gray Chicago tank like he was already proud of the work. Broad shoulders, thick arms, the kind of build that only came from years of heavy pressing. He logged the weight on his phone without looking, then dropped back onto the incline bench for the last set.

He was grinding out the last incline 100-pound dumbbells rep while his beefy arms shook .

“Come on… fucking push it—” he groaned through his teeth.

I hit him right then.

The weights crashed to the floor. His body jerked hard on the bench.

“AGHhh—fuck!” we yelled.

I was in.

I sat back, still breathing heavy, and looked at his flushed handsome reflection in the mirror. Damn he is out of breath as I struggled to breath, but I let a cocky grin spread wide across his face.

“Damn, pump’s looking fucking crazy today.” I made him boast arrogantly. Fuck, watching him say that looked so natural and hot.

I dragged his hands up the hard chest and thumbed one nipple through the open tank. His body twitched. A rough moan slipped out of his lips.

“O-ohh fuck…”

I laughed in his voice. “Shit, not going to let these sensitive tits go unwasted.” As I thumbed both of his nipples more, my attention quivkly grew to what was growing in front of me.

I dropped his hands to his gym shorts. He was free-balling, and thre tent that was forming showed his long, heavy dick thickening fast. I cupped his shaft through the fabric, felt the full weight of it, and gave it a slow upward flop. Then another. Then another. Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

THUD.

"Fuck yeah this will do some damage" each of his words crafted under my whim. I squeezed along his shaft, dragging the soft material against his head, teasing it without ever pulling it out.

“There we go… look at this thing,” I muttered in his heated voice begging for more. A damp stain started to form at his tip as I watched in the mirror as I kept playing with him through his thin shorts. Damn he's a leaky bastard.

I unlocked his phone using his face, hit record, and kept going.

“Gotta film this new routine...”

Marcus never would’ve done this. I was using his face, his voice, his hands—and his body just kept giving me more. I spread his legs wider and kept toying with that thick cock through the fabric, already deciding the rest of the night.

“Fuck… I'm trying out a whole new workout,” I said under his breath, still stroking through the shorts.

Locker room first. Gonna pull it out and stroke his dick raw right there. Then back to his place… edge it, leak it, milk it until he can’t take anymore. New workout plan starts now.

[king-craftsman]

New Star Players

The first thing Derek Hale smelled was musk, so much that it was overwhelming like a jockstrap was in his face or a sweaty towel from a post-game shower. Ever since he and Stiles had left Beacon Hills, it never stopped the thought of the supernatural being around, even if it came about with dealing Derek’s transformations every full moon.

However, whether it was because Derek was the only one that wasn’t busying his day studying at college or paranoia they pulled with him from his hometown, he just couldn’t let go that there was always something strange going on. Even when Stiles tried to calm him down, telling him nothing weird was going on at campus, Derek found it hard to agree with him.

Last week’s findings brought him to the college fraternity, where he sensed something off with how one of the jocks smelled and even more so when he asked Stiles about the student.

“Oh yeah that’s Greg, though I think he has some stupid nickname now like Big G or something,” Stiles explained while he was mulling over some lecture notes. Derek scoffed.

“Big G?” Derek glanced over his shoulder where Stiles was still disinterestedly murmuring, tapping their pen on their notepad. 

“Yeah I dunno, I never hung out with him much. He seemed cool but then out of nowhere he started hitting the gym, next semester I saw him and now he’s one of the frat guys. Why?”

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped the words realising that the last thing Stiles wanted to focus on was another one of his conspiracies. In the months since they had left the town together, nothing bad had happened to them.

The only time something did happen was when they went back, almost frozen into stone statues. He saw the way Stiles was hunched over, tense and rigid as they were focused only on their notes. He waited for a while staring at his boyfriend before realising they weren’t even gonna ask what he was gonna say. Stiles was far from interested and even if he was, clearly worrying about some guy he barely knew wasn’t high on the priority list.

Sometimes Derek wondered if there was something, if there was some proof of supernatural happenings, that something was going on, would Stiles even care? If it wasn’t threatening them or anyone else, would he want to find out more? He knew of a Stiles who suspected someone on his lacrosse team of being a lycanthrope and doing everything to find out why, just because.

But the Stiles that was with him, didn’t seem to pay attention to that sort of thing, especially since he enrolled in college, something he was adamant about. When the two of them set off out of Beacon Hills to build up their life together, he really meant it. Derek did too, he just never realised how much the supernatural was his life, regardless of whether he wanted it to be or not.

It was at this moment he realised just how pivotal his choices were. He could either pursue it, see why there was such a change in Greg, the man who smelled…distinct, different, the unmistakable scent of magic. But he could also abandon it. He looked to Stiles and knew that the choice was already made for him. He had to keep Stiles safe, at least that’s what Derek told himself and he knew he would have to investigate.

That was why not even two days later, he was stalking through the campus, having followed Greg to the campus gym. Part of him thought the man might have noticed him following, but it was clear from his goofy demeanour that there wasn’t a care in the world or a thought behind those eyes.

He just had to figure out if that was something they were naturally like…or if something else caused it. A few moments later, Greg’s magical scent was snuffed out by musk.

There was so much that it was hard to think it was suspicious, but it was more potent than any of the gyms or places where plenty of musk would emanate from. There was something different in the locker room and it made Derek almost dizzy as he looked around. He thought that perhaps it was a spell or some sort of curse or even glamour potion, just something the man was doing to pull off such a huge change in his body.

But from what he could see, Greg was seriously working out. Though it didn’t snuff out all of Derek’s senses. He narrowed his eyes as he watched them doing bench presses. He sighed and backed away, realising what he was doing.

The hell is wrong with you Derek? You find out a guy is totally normal if…

Derek raised a brow and looked at Greg who was starting to struggle with the settings on a treadmill. A little slow…and you’re disappointed? He shook his head and sighed. Stiles was right, there was nothing going on or if there was, he should have just let it all alone. Perhaps that scent of ‘magic’ was all in his head, clearly his nose wasn’t as good as it used to if it was overwhelmed by the musk in a locker room. He went to leave when his ears pricked up suddenly at the sound of something behind him. If he turned around and saw someone, he would have dismissed it as nothing.

But he could definitely sense some breathing, that someone…or something was in the locker room and for some reason they chose to hide. His eyes scanned the room, trying to see if he could sense where they were, but they had gone silent, holding their breath and the musk around was too distracting for him to properly focus.

“Hello?” Derek asked to nobody in particular. It was a stupid move but the only one he could play, even if it was in a game that he already told himself he should have never started to begin with. It was probably nothing, he told himself, even if it felt like a lie just to make himself…and in some way Stiles, feel better. Derek went to walk out of the locker room and back out the gym when he heard it again, some sort of movement, some breathing. He turned around at once. “Alright I’m not gonna-”

That’s when it happened. Though it was hard to say what was it to begin with. All of a sudden, quicker than the werewolf could even react to, there was a tugging. His body was grasped by something, a heavy limb over chest, grappling him, yanking him back. If he just had a moment,  he would have been able to use his strength to break out of the grip, but that’s when something was clasped over him. It was only when he realised just how much stronger the musk had become, that he realised it was a sweaty jockstrap.

The musk was so overwhelming that it suddenly made him almost melt in the stranger’s grasp, eyes flaring wide in surprise at what was happening…and how good it felt. How much it took over his senses. How it made everything feel so…weak and distant, like he was suddenly plunged into a dream with the same force of a tidal wave swallowing him whole. Derek’s senses, usually sharp and alert, felt dulled to the point of uselessness.

Every instinct screamed at him to fight back, but his muscles wouldn’t cooperate.

He tried to fight back even still, tried to overcome the malaise that invaded his senses and tried to fight back. But there was nothing that was working. Even as he managed to muster his arms to push back, all he could do was moan as he tried to thrash around in the man’s grasp. His nails started to sharpen into claws, the wide eyes of surprise soon forming the deep red eyes of his lycanthropy and he felt hair threaten to swell from his skin.

But the grip on him tightened and he heard a chuckle before a deep voice shushed him, forcing Derek into some state of calm as he continued to try and activate his powers. Derek tried to focus, tried to pull himself out of the fog. The musk was oppressive, flooding his lungs, his mind, every corner of his being.

He couldn’t tell if it was magic or something else entirely, but it was potent.

Too…distracting.

“Looks like someone sniffed out the wrong trail,” a deep, mocking voice whispered into his ear, the heat of their breath brushing against his skin. Derek tried again to do anything he could to beat them back, but all he could do was let out a whimper, a grunt that sounded suspiciously too much like a groan as the man continued to chuckle. “You don’t know me, but I know you…now why are you trying to stalk one of my new…proteges?”

The man asked, his deep voice sounded like one used to giving out commands, like he was a drill sergeant…or a coach. 

“W-What the hell?!” That was all Derek could say and the man chuckled like it was a reasonable question. 

“Relax,” the voice continued, the tone almost playful but with a sinister edge. “You’re not going anywhere boy. Not until we’ve had a little chat…you see my name’s Coach Colton…”

The jockstrap was removed and Derek could finally breathe again, even if the oppressive heavy scent of the musk still lingered in the air, making his legs wobble as he was spun around. “And you’re going to be my new star player.

“Wh-” Derek only saw the man for a second, a tall burly hunk of a man that he had seen somewhere before, perhaps on campus or on the college website.

Coach Colton towered over him, his presence almost suffocating, exuding an air of authority mixed with something far darker. His broad shoulders, thick arms, and piercing green eyes carried the weight of someone who wasn’t just in charge but knew exactly how to control others.

He even had the body of someone who seemed ex-military, his thick muscles and those heavy pecs that looked like they would spill out of his tight compression shirt. The shorts that clung to the man’s quads and the boots that even looked like heavy military boots. But that was all Derek could see for just a flash before the man stuck his tongue down his throat, pushing Derek up against the lockers and for once, making the man groan before he pulled away. Derek bared his teeth, acting as if he pushed Coach Colton away.

“Y-You fuck! The hell was that?! W-Who are you? What did you do to Greg? I could smell the magic y’know, if you think y-yo-ohhgh-”

Derek suddenly clutched his stomach.

Coach Colton just clapped slowly, chuckling as he looked the man over.

“Feeling alright there? See I saw you snooping on my latest pro- I mean…my protege, sure I can tell you the truth since you won’t understand it anyway.” Coach Colton gloated as he took a step closer, Derek managed to stumble away, beginning to grunt as he broke into a sweat.

“W-What do you…mean? What-What did you…do to me?” Derek grunted as he glanced down, seeing his bulge beginning to grow…and then throb with a life of its own. His nails that were still sharp claws began to recede and though he couldn’t see it, the heat behind his eyes, the red glow began to dim.

“You wanna know what I really did to Greg? Nothing he didn’t ask for. The kid wanted to be stronger, faster, better. All I did was… give him the tools.” He leaned in closer, his grin widening. The coach looked more a wolf in that moment than Derek ever did.  “The same tools I’m giving you.” 

“W-What do you-you mean broooo?” Almost like a howl to the moon, Derek moaned out the last word before he clasped a hand over his mouth, shocked before the sound of wet churning flush caught his attention and the sensation of his sensitive bulge practically rutting against his inner thigh. “What the fuck did I just say you bast-ba…”

“Aw come on, sound it out…boy.”

At that Derek moaned, not one that was out of any pain or pressure but one purely concocted of pleasure, his voice more airy. It was the kind of moan that he only shared with Stiles in the bedroom and just like then, it made him blush, all the heat behind his eyes now resided in his cheeks. Coach Colton gave a command. Derek’s body couldn’t help but answer.

“Brooooo…” Derek’s cock flared once more, the foreskin now pulled back as the sensitive head rubbed against the inside of his boxers and the sensation alone made him whimper. 

“I find the best way to help men is…to work it like a computer. Was never good at those things but…to make space for something new, you have to get rid of something. To make space for you to be one of my boys…” Coach Colton grabbed Derek’s bulge. “We have to get rid of something old…like say…your old self.”

“N-No you caaahhnnt-” Derek didn’t have a choice but to gyrate into Coach Colton’s touch as he could feel the man pin him against the gym lockers and kiss him.

There was a sharpness to the kisses, rough from the spectre of a beard that brushed against his skin as the man continued to trail kisses down his neck…then his body and then suddenly to his cock. He didn’t cum, not yet, wanting to hold onto himself in case Coach Colton was telling the truth. But there was nothing he could do from whimpering, weakly failing to push at the coach when he felt them pull down his jeans and reveal his cock. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His…transformations into a werewolf could have effects on his genitalia, but nothing like this. Without even so much as a stark change, his cock had clearly grown at least an inch, like it needed to make space, like what Coach Colton was saying was right.

Everything he was…was starting to trail down into his throbbing sensitive cock. 

The heat behind his eyes as he tried to shift wasn’t just going down to his cheeks, it was trailing down his body like Coach Colton’s kisses, all the way down…to his throbbing cock. 

Derek wanted to get away but the musk was getting to him and Coach Colton could sense it, but he still had fight in him, making the coach both annoyed…and impressed. 

“Here…let your new coach help you,” the man purred before he kissed the tip of Derek’s cock and all Derek could do was moan in pleasure and see sparks as in an instant his pecs inflated and muscles began to grow.

Like his body was a balloon, it suddenly swelled up like the Hulk in one of those superhero movies Stiles loved to watch, only growing an inch larger but it was noticeable enough and made Derek heavier, suddenly finding it even more difficult to control his body, not used to the ten pounds of muscle that was stacked onto him.

“N-Noohhhh-” Derek’s entire body shuddered, rattling against the lockers. It wasn’t just ten pounds of muscles growing but what felt like ten percent of his memories escaping to his balls, inflating too, pumped up with his previous self. Memories of Beacon Hills, of Stiles, of everything that made him who he was, seemed to dissolve into the throbbing pulse of his cock and balls. Each shuddering moan brought with it a faint sense of loss, as if parts of him were being siphoned away into the growing weight between his legs. He didn’t even know balls could possibly grow that big, even with whatever magic was being used against him. Coach Colton grinned, his predatory gaze locked onto Derek’s changing form. 

“That’s it, boy. Let it all go. You don’t need all that baggage weighing you down. You’re going to be something new, something stronger, one of my star players.”

Something about the approval in the his coach’s voice made him yearn for more. Derek forgot all his plans for resistance, of trying to get Stiles’ help, trying to get anyone’s help. His body was no longer betraying him but merely responding to the new instincts in his head to listen and obey his coach and that’s when he could feel that there wasn’t just old memories going down to his shaft and swelling balls. But new memories were coming in with every moan, every mutter, every breath that took in more in of the musk that was emanating from both Coach Colton and the room around him, the jockstrap that was gagging him and the huge sweaty muscles he was growing. 

“Bro…” Derek’s voice was…almost duller, slightly more bassy and almost entirely unrecognizable to him. The word slipped out again, unbidden, like a mantra being forced into his very being. He felt like he had an entirely new accent, one that gave him the voice of a dude bro as he continued to grow with each inhale, each kiss Coach Colton gave to his cock, each spark of pleasure that threatened to spill into his climax. “W-what…are you…doing to me b-brrrr-?”

“Go on…say it…” Coach kissed his cock again.

“Bro…” Derek managed to choke out, his voice trembling as his resistance continued to crumble. 

His pecs swelled first, the flat planes of his chest rounding out into heavy slabs of muscle that pushed against his shirt, stretching the fabric taut. The seams along his shoulders strained and popped as they surged in size, giving him the look of someone who had spent years under heavy weights in the gym. He could even remember what part of the workout helped him gain the stature, the widening shoulders that he needed to be a powerhouse on the football field.

Derek’s arms followed, biceps bulging with every strained breath, veins snaking over his thickening forearms as he could remember working out…working out with Greg. His muscles were no longer scarred and with wounds brought on from supernatural happenings in Beacon Hills but instead were worn from the intense training. The only bruises he sported were the ones he got on the field, crashing into the opposite team as he tackled his way through them to score a touchdown.

“Coming along so beautifully…boy…” Coach Colton continued to tease Derek’s cock, letting each kiss cause a spurt of pre-cum to spill out, almost like they were mini orgasms, but still just as impactful as surges of pleasure continued to come out of Derek. “That’s what I’m talking about. Big, strong, unstoppable.”

Derek let out a guttural groan as his torso lengthened and thickened, each ridge of his abs carving itself into prominence until they resembled a washboard of pure strength, framing his midsection like armour.

They weren’t just for looks.

Derek’s own muscles had been a mixture of working out and blessed with the supernatural strength that meant he’d naturally built up muscles over the years. But the supernatural part of him was fading with the memories of it, replaced instead with dedication and discipline in the gym, playing so well in his school back in Beacon Hills that he scored a sports scholarship to the college as he grew slightly younger.

No longer did he resemble the weary traumatised werewolf in his late twenties but instead reverted back to being 21 as more scars of his previous life were smoothed over. A couple of grey hairs reverted back to their usual dark.

“Such a good boy for me…on the field…” 

“M-Mmmf-” Derek wasn’t going to let go without a fight, one final burst of his feral nature like he was a wolf locked away in a cage. “C-Call Stiles!” He always wondered why phones nowadays even needed voice commands but now he was happier than ever when he could feel his phone buzz in response. Coach Colton glared up at response before reaching into Derek’s back pocket and pull the phone at once. 

“Derek? Babe wha-”

“The gym! He-” 

The call was already ended and the phone thrown to the side, already forgotten like much of Derek’s previous self. His clothes were being torn apart, letting Derek able to see his muscular form as he started to feel his jeans growing taut even when they had been pulled down at his ankles. Another kiss at his cock and by now it was drooling, making Derek’s eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head as he tried the same plan again.

“Call…Call…” But he couldn’t even remember his boyfriend’s name. His legs were next, quads ballooning outward with a sudden, intense pressure.

The denim of his jeans couldn’t contain the sheer mass forming beneath, splitting apart at the seams to reveal powerful thighs that rippled with every twitch. His calves swelled as well, thick cords of muscle pressing against his skin and giving him the stance of a linebacker ready to charge.

Derek’s ass rounded out, firm and muscular, completing the hulking frame of an athlete. The once-comfortable boxers beneath his torn jeans struggled to contain his now-massive bulge, which throbbed in time with his hammering heartbeat.

“There we go…Come on star player…” 

“P-Pleaseee bruhhhh-” Derek gyrated, almost getting his swollen cock toward his coach’s lips.

His neck thickened, veins standing out as his Adam’s apple bobbed with every gasp for air. His jawline sharpened, his features taking on a more rugged, almost statuesque quality that oozed confidence and raw masculinity. His features were still the same, still recognisable and somehow that made it all the more arousing knowing that he was still him…but different all the same.

A whole new life, a whole different personality and a whole lot of IQ trailing out of his cock like the pre-cum that pooled out of his swollen head. He flexed instinctively, his biceps bulging with intimidating size, and the remnants of Derek Hale, the brooding, cautious werewolf was basically gone as with another kiss at his cock he couldn’t stop it anymore. 

He was becoming Derek Hale, the football player, most popular and talented guy in his highschool as he continued to grow, new memories swirling of football formations, gym workouts, games, training, championships…all of his old replaced by the new before his cock finally throbbed one more time and strings of cum shot out.

The climax hit him like the musk did, a wave that invaded his body as pleasure made him shake and shudder, making him unable to feel anything else but how good his coach made him feel. Strings of white hot cum continued and flowed out of his cock all over his front, dripping down his glazed and sweaty muscles. 

“Say it,” Coach Colton commanded, his voice a low growl filled with authority. “Who are you?”

“I’m…I’m your star player dude,” Derek flexed his bicep and let out a guffaw, chuckling as he looked over at Coach Colton and wanted nothing more than another kiss. “Uh…can I shower?” Coach Colton nodded, pleased that the man even needed to ask his permission as he looked at his dull blue eyes. The man went for a quick shower, all the while Coach Colton smirked to himself before he suddenly sensed something. A faint buzzing. Coach Colton furrowed his brows as he approached and looked beneath one of the benches where he saw a silver phone rattling away. He smirked and grabbed at it, seeing a name on the caller ID, Stiles. 

He hung up and waited for his new star player to finish their shower. He could do with a new quarterback.

• • •

Stiles Stilinski didn’t know what was up with Derek’s call. But he could tell that clearly they were in some sort of trouble, their voice strained and the call hanging up suddenly. He thought that his boyfriend must have been caught skulking around somewhere in the campus and tried to tell him.

But when he went searching around, he couldn’t find him anywhere and no matter how many times he called, Derek didn’t answer. The only place he could remember them mentioning was something about a gym.

But why Derek would have been there when he already had a membership at a gym in town, Stiles couldn’t say. He felt a bit bad, perhaps not taking whatever Derek was up to seriously enough, but he didn’t want to focus on any supernatural going ons. He just wanted a normal life at a normal college.

Derek couldn’t live without the danger and now Stiles was the one paying for it. 

He traipsed through the gym, wondering how Derek even got in without a student ID.

For a moment, he could have sworn that someone doing bench presses was Derek or at least looked a lot like them, maybe a more muscular brother who decided to pursue sports instead of supernatural investigations.

Stiles stared at the man and wanted to say something, but he realised just how stupid that sounded. All he needed to do right now was focus on finding Derek and sorting out whatever mess he got himself involved with. 

That’s when he stumbled into the locker room and almost bumped into the tall and buff body of Coach Colton.

“Shit sorry,” Stiles murmured. He blinked looking at the Coach. “Uh hey sir, have you seen someone around here? I’m looking for my boyfriend, he’s about this tall,” Stiles held up his hand, at least a head higher than himself. “Dark hair, muscular, you know what I can just show you a picture?”

“Hm, alright…” Coach Colton spoke. Come closer, his eyes said as he looked over at Stiles, wanting the man to approach. Stiles could sense that something was awry but he wasn’t sure what was wrong until it was too late.

As Stiles was busy, distracted by trying to scroll for a picture of Derek, he never saw Coach Colton coming until it was too late and he suddenly felt a faceful of warm musk in his face as a trainer was placed right on his face.

Stiles grunted and yelled out loud, eyes widening as he tried to escape out of the coach’s grasp but knew it was a losing game from how strong the man was. Stiles struggled, but Coach Colton’s grip was like iron, his towering form radiating an unnatural strength. Stiles’ protests were muffled against the trainer, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur as a strange, heady warmth seeped into his senses.

“Relax, Stilinski,” Coach Colton said, his tone almost smug. “You’ll feel better soon. Just let it take hold.” 

Stiles felt let go of the grasp, coughing and spluttering as he tried to stop breathing in any of the musk but the warm air of the locker room was heavy with it. He tried to say something, but all he could do was let out a moan as he felt his cock began to throb.

“W-What the fuck is wrong with you?! Where’s Derek- Where…Whe…Whaaaaaaa-” Stiles groaned and felt his hips hump the air when he felt his cock throbbing and suddenly swelling, inflating, snaking out of his boxers. “N-Noh-ohhhhhh-” Stiles tried his best to not fall to his knees as he glared up at Coach Colton who smiled down at him. “W-What have you done to me?!” Coach Colton chuckled in response.

“You wanted to find out what happened to Derek, well…I’m sure he’ll show you.” As if on cue, Derek showed up…at least it wasn’t Derek, it was someone who looked vaguely like Derek but they were more muscular, macho, with the build of a professional footballer, even in the uniform and helmet. Stiles looked shocked…terrified and then aroused as his cock continued to grow another inch, his memories churning down into his balls and cock.

But unlike Derek who had the advantage of his supernatural physiology, Stiles had no such protection. In fact all he could do was whimper as he looked down and wished that he didn’t have the active urge to stroke his cock.

“Y-You bastard.”

“Oh careful with the b words…though the only one you’ll be saying is bro or bruh, right Derek?” Coach Colton laughed again as Derek nodded with a dumb smile on his face.

“Yeah bro…” 

“And bros help each other don’t they? Why don’t you help your new bro, Stiles here?” Coach said it like it was a suggestion but Derek knew better than anyone that there was no saying no to Coach Colton. He nodded and began walking over to Stiles who looked up at his hulking boyfriend. 

“D-Derek babe this isn’t you. You gotta- MMMRPH!” Derek silenced Stiles with a kiss that came across rougher than intended, his strength something he still wasn’t used to as he made out with the man. 

“Shh don’t worry bro let me help,” and that was the only part of Derek that Stiles could recognise, the love in his gaze that even this curse couldn’t defeat. It distracted him enough for Derek to yank down Stiles’ jeans and boxers with one move and suddenly spin him.

“O-Oh fuck Derek please…” Stiles wasn’t quite sure if he was resisting or just merely begging for more. But he knew that his thoughts and plans of trying to resist, of remembering every method to get out of some creature’s grasp or ways to get rid of magical curses.

In fact he felt most of his memories were…shifting, one in particular of him and Scott playing for the lacrosse team. He could remember the field underfoot, the cheer of the crowd, the thrill of the game.

But details were starting to be rewritten, the grass was greener.

The burgundy uniforms were slightly brighter with different names and numbers on the back. It wasn’t Scott that was beside him but instead the familiar figure of Derek, slightly smaller, less muscular, younger but definitely still there. The sport itself had changed from lacrosse to football as he remembered just how heavy his uniform was, how he met Derek through their team.

Derek plunged into Stiles with a slick and sweaty cock that slid into him with ease, as it made contact Stiles could feel his ass beginning to thicken. The quads were the next part of his body to inflate as Derek didn’t ram into him with a roughness he felt from their kiss, but instead a slow and loving rhythm as he slid in and out of his growing ass. 

“You know what’s happening? You’re gonna leak out…all that old stuff, your degree, your smarts…forget all about that. You’re Sti, on my team through a sports scholarship, ain’t that right Sti?” Coach Colton spoke and though Stiles shook his head and whimpered in response, he was soon silenced when the same musky trainer was put on his mouth.

He could somehow tell from his new memories that the musk was from Derek as more and more of the supernatural events throughout Beacon Hills began to leak down to his cock and growing balls. 

That’s when he could feel his hands growing, enlarging as he remembered being the best thrower on the team, tossing the ball to Derek and helping him score the winning touchdown. 

“D-Derek…please…” he whimpered, his hands gripping the locker for stability as his cock pulsed again, every throb seeming to pull more of his past self away. His toned, lean frame was becoming bulky, packed with muscle that wasn’t just foreign, it was wrong. But it felt so right. Stiles could feel the creeping allure of it as each change brought a strange sense of belonging.

Derek, or the version of Derek now towering over him, didn’t speak. His actions were guided by something primal, but his hands were gentle as they steadied Stiles, as though he were comforting his teammate rather than reshaping his boyfriend. Stiles felt Derek’s warm breath against his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

“You’re gonna love it, bro,” Derek said at last, his voice deep and sluggish, his words slurred with the kind of lazy confidence Stiles had never associated with him.

Stiles tried to yell, but the words came out weak, muffled against the trainer that Coach Colton pressed back over his face. The musk was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet somehow intoxicating. His resistance faltered as more memories twisted in his mind.

The Beacon Hills library, where he’d spent countless hours researching supernatural lore? Gone. Instead, he remembered the weight room, the hours spent spotting Derek and the other guys, the camaraderie that came with being part of a team.

His dad’s proud smile when Stiles scored his first lacrosse goal was replaced with a memory of his dad cheering from the stands at his football games, shouting encouragement as Stiles threw perfect spirals down the field.

Stiles’ could feel his legs threatening to buckle as they continued to grow more muscular. The ridges of muscle that were fast forming over his entire body made him feel as heavy as his mind, his own thoughts felt like swimming through molasses as they were rewritten.

He couldn’t think.

All he could do was feel and what he felt next as Derek continued plunging into him, fucking him faster so the sound of his ass being clapped filled the lockerroom were his calves. His calves bulged with muscle that made his stance feel unshakable. Stiles tried to reach out, thinking that if he could just get rid of the shoe that was clad over his face, the musk that he loved so much about his bro Derek, that he could think straight. But as he tried to raise his arm, his shoulders broadened and biceps began to thicken.

His neck thickened, and he felt his jawline shift into something more chiseled, more masculine.

His hands, once nimble and dexterous, were now rough and broad, calloused from countless hours gripping footballs and weights. His hips bucked involuntarily as Derek continued his steady rhythm, each thrust sending another pulse of change through him. His cock was massive now, leaking precum that splattered the locker room floor as his balls swelled heavy and full, laden with the remnants of his old life.

“You’re almost there, Sti,” Coach Colton said, his voice smooth and commanding. “The team’s gonna be lucky to have a quarterback like you.” 

“Q-quarterback…”

Stiles muttered, the word rolling off his tongue like it belonged. He blinked, struggling to hold on to his identity, but the memories were too vivid, too real. He could see himself on the field, the roar of the crowd in his ears, the weight of the helmet on his head. He could feel the pride of leading his team to victory, of celebrating with Derek in the locker room afterward, their sweaty bodies pressed together in a victory embrace, how good it felt to kiss him, to fuck him. No matter what changed about them, there was always a part of Stiles, the old him, a remnant that was so glad that he at least got to keep Derek.

His thoughts slowed, his worries faded, and his focus narrowed to the simple joys of the game, the team, and the bond he shared with his bro…his boyfriend.

Even as his neck thickened, his face grew more square and his spiky hair began to buzz to grow shorter, all Stiles could do was let himself give in. His cock was so close and he could feel Derek was getting close to based on how much the man was moaning, pounding into his prostate and the pleasure pulsing through the two of them. Coach Colton removed the trainer, letting Stiles gasp for air, but it was too late. He looked up with wide, adoring eyes, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

“Dude,” Stiles said, his voice thick and slow, “fuck…so close bro, you’re gonna make me cum.” Stiles, or what was left of him, couldn’t hold it back any longer. The pressure building inside him was unbearable, his cock throbbing with a heat that radiated through his entire body. Derek’s steady rhythm pushed him further, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, mingling with the electric buzz of his transformation.

His cock swelled one final time, precum dripping in heavy streams as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Stiles’ mind, already drowning in the flood of new memories and sensations, teetered on the edge of release.

“Cum for me bro!” Derek moaned and Stiles let out a strangled cry as his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum painting the lockers and floor. Derek grunted and held him closer as his own cock throbbed and pulsed, cumming his jock seed right into Stiles as the two of them were together in a tangled mess of pleasure in the locker room, groaning and moaning together, gyrating their slick muscular bodies as Stiles continued to cum again and again in a crescendo of pleasure that wiped away the old Stiles…and left him as Sti, the new bro.

The two of them panted with relief as they finally separated, leaving them out of breath more than any workout or game.

“Atta boy,” Coach Colton said with a smirk, clapping Sti on the back as he stood unsteadily. “You’re ready now.”

“Thanks Coach…” was all Sti could say as he grinned, smirking as he looked at Derek. “Wanna hit the showers bro?”

“Aw yeah man, come on,” Derek replied and Coach Colton watched the two of them walking off side by side. It was incredible, the ‘curse’ that the both of them thought they were facing was actually a spell…one to allow a man to live out their true desires, if for a while.

All that resistance and the both of them just couldn’t help but enjoy being dumb hot bros in love with each other to forget about the stress of their old lives, just like Greg and just like many men who were gonna be on the football team for the semester.

There would be plenty more men to change, but for now Coach Colton grinned and left his new star players alone to enjoy themselves…and their new bodies.

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Demonizer

Hope you’re not religious…

———

Parker Mills here sure was. The cross, dutifully hanging on his neck in every other post. The obligatory bible passage quoted on the profile. A “#believer” given every other caption. The works. By all accounts, religion had been good for him. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Friendly to all, despite the evangelizing. Virgin too- saving for marriage, of course. His parents on the other hand were vile fucks. The Mills often terrorized our small town’s tiny lgbt community but by some stroke of divine luck, the son of those demons turned out completely normal. Better than normal. Parker was probably the nicest jock in town. Parker also turned me the fuck on. With Parker, I just knew. Just knew that those kind blue eyes and gentle smile adorned that angelic face and ripped body. Knew that with his family’s wealth and that face, he had the makings of the town menace. Knew that despite all this, he was entirely clueless on his appeal and unwilling to share his god-given gifts. Many have tried to corrupt poor Parker, but the man was a saint. He even looked uncomfortable doing anything beyond a quick peck on the lips. I just knew I could make him my own cocky motherfucker.  

There were a handful of options in the dark web. Entirely different avenues ranging from a neurosurgeon offering direct transplant to a ritual for astral projection. It took 1 month just to sift through all the possibilities and options. Each one felt messy or required some form of constant maintenance. They wouldn’t do. I wanted Parker  permanently. All of him-body, mind and soul. At last I had landed on the Demonizer Potion. The effects seemed to vary drastically, though they all seemed to warn of its corruptive properties. In the end, I chose it because it filled the most important niche for these products for me- I could actually afford it. 

Finding a witch to procure this particular potion was… surprisingly easier than expected. In fact, it was downright effortless. Miranda, a witch just a town over, scoffed when I mentioned it to her. “A girl’s gotta pay her bills. Besides, It’s a lot easier and a lot cheaper to hide out here than it is in the big city.”

And that was that. For the “low-low price of $500”, I had the demonizer potion in hand. The drink was pitch-black. Darker than black even. And it seemed to pull all warmth from the room in an otherworldly, sinking feeling. I had no doubt this thing was the real deal. I read the instructions: “Drink with your intent.“ I imagined mine.

- - -

I knew the perfect time to strike. It felt oddly fitting to take him during a service. In the church’s bathroom, I took a quick swig of my future. Just a third of the black substance. I gagged as I felt it stream down my throat. And I winced, expecting a burning sensation. No-not a burning sensation. It was more like a pit of nothingness spreading throughout my body to my fingertips. The burning came after. All at once, the world around me spun as I felt my body leave physical manifestation. I watched as my spectral hands flashed white then black in a pulsating pattern, before finally settling on a grey.

Parker Mills sat, listening attentively. They seemed to be playing some religious music. My only religion sat right in front of me. In devilish glee I began to stream into him. Inch by Inch, I flooded into his thick dick. He made a small grunt at first insertion.

Parker shifted in his seat as the worship choir continued singing. His face grew red as he tried to hide a growing boner. The worship singing droned and I felt a sharp pain in my head. As if empowered, Parker’s own soul began to push me out. 

In the end, I only managed to slip a bit of the grey essence into him. It did not seem to have much effect, aside from giving him an inexplicable need to grab the flask from the bathroom floor. I tried to make a mental note of that.

I sighed, defeated, as I fled into the night. In the darkness, I recuperated as I planned my next visit.

- - -

This time, there would be no fanfare. No choir to welcome our joining and my rebirth. I wasn’t sure how long I could stay in this world without his warm flesh tethering me mortal, so I knew I had to get in him fast. 

I followed the man to his apartment, sitting patiently in a dark corner of his bedroom as he went about his day.

When he was close to sleeping, he turned off the light and sat on his bed in a meditative tone. I watched in anticipation as he closed his eyes and began to pray. “Lord, ple-“

“Mmhhmph!” I struck the man a snake, prying his full lips open and forcing his body to gorge itself with me. 

This time, no music. Just the sounds of a teary-eyed Parker choking on invisible mass. Drool ran down his cheeks as I inched more and more of my form inside. His neck bulged and eyes grew wide and bloodshot as he tried badly to reject the intrusion. Lubricated by Parker’s own saliva, by the taste of Parker, I greedily dug into his insides. 

Parker’s body began to move involuntarily. Deep in violation, it tried in vain to get me out. He smashed his head over and over again across the apartment wall trying to shake me out. I only forced myself inside harder. His head shook as it contorted in odd angles. Biceps started scratching at his own throat, trying to get me out to no avail. Eventually, they were forced splayed open as Parker’s body began to travel up the apartment wall. At first, his legs began to kick, then shake, then they begun to dangle ominously off the ground. In a perverted facsimile of his religion, I strung Parker up his own apartment wall, arms outstretched in a blasphemous pose as if to welcome me. “All are welcome..no, I am welcome,” I thought to myself. I continued my assault.

As Parker screamed, I weaved through each crevice until I could find the core of his soul. It looked pure and white, aside from the small speck of gray in my earlier intrusion. Gingerly, I pried the soul’s own mouth open as I laughed. I wanted Parker to his depths. Parker to his very core. And so I burrowed and coiled. Shackled myself to it. Shackled him to me. Like a trap jaw, his soul’s mouth closed. Forever sealing me in nice and tight as I continued squirm and fill into Parker. His spirit was mine. It bent in odd and unnatural angles, contorting until it tore. Outside, I felt Parker’s thrashing head slow into a twitching. 

I wanted-no needed every part of Parker to myself. So I begun to fill into the tears of his ravaged soul. I then felt the the fibers of those tears heal- with me embedded. Euphoric. Stillness.

Parker’s pale blue eyes shot wide open, dilated. “P-Please,” he whimpered, before they go glassy and a smile began to form on his lips. Parker’s flesh collapsed into a pile on the floor, body, mind, and soul spent. 

- - -

My first breath as Parker felt out of this world. Parker’s body was his temple after all. When I felt his lungs fill for me, and air flow into us for the first time, I felt the power in his drawn breath- Like having an athlete’s lungs chained to my whims. I felt our drawn air circulate inside me, tickling bits of me in drunken pleasure. Granted, I was not that unhealthy in my previous flesh, but this new home was unreal. Merely existing in his flesh felt like an unburdening. Energy brimmed from fingertip to fingertip and my mind raced with a clarity I did not know possible. 

“I can’t believe you just feel like all the time” I teased as I twirled my new perfect hairs. I couldn’t help but giggle in my new perfect voice. Hearing it vibrate into a low moan was music to my ears, as the man’s hand travelled and cupped his own perky ass. “Fuck,” I panted breathlessly as I massaged my new right asscheek. The Jock’s face twitches in vain retaliation. “Fuck you feel so good…” I twisted his nipple. “Thank you for saving yourself for me.” Hearing and feeling this Parker, a Parker the world has never seen- A Parker he himself had never seen, drove me mad with lust. This was a private Parker, my Parker, one bound to me for my personal enjoyment. A moment exclusive to us. This seemed to light a fire in the original Parker and I felt my soul shiver as his encapsulated mine. “g…g-get the fuck out of me!” He spat.

With newfound agency, the original Parker ran to his desk and managed just one action before I could wrestle back control.

I gulped. My shaking hand dropped the empty flask as I felt his intent hung around me like a death sentence. “Cast this demon out of me”.

Control over my perfect meat-suit went dark. Like a barrier emanating from within, I felt myself squeezed out of my home. Then falling. Falling for an unbelievable amount of time. I blacked out.

- - -

I awoke with the smell of sulfur in the air, the sky was dark and glowed a faint orange. I stood as I surveyed my surroundings, horrified. I saw a sea of bodies writhing and groaning. 

“Is this..?” I couldn’t bring myself to finish that sentence. I closed my eyes as I thought of the potion and the life I gave all to come to this. I didn’t even have a chance to play with my new body. A sensation stopped my racing mind abruptly.

It was a hand. 

One of the bodies on the floor moaned as it spoke in velvet. “Are you joining or what?” I shook it off me as the realization slowly dawned on me. It wasn’t groaning… it was moaning. They were not damned. At least, they were certainly not upset about it. 

Then I felt something else stir inside me. Hope? No- At least, not my hope. I grinned as I realized what had occurred. I took note of my spirit- a spirit that was a part of Parker’s. Partially superimposed. Partially one. We were bonded together, even as souls. When his sleeping soul came to, I felt that hope of his immediately vanish. He grabbed our merged face in horror, before looking around. 

“B-but, I never did anything… I was perfect…” Parker trailed. I felt a blackness pour out of me. That’s it? Is that all there was to being a demon? These people were not suffering in the slightest. If anything, this was something to look forward to. This time, I felt no resistance from Parker as our shared soul began to fondle itself. Our face, however, was stone cold. Parker was in control.

Feeling all that he had to look forward to, something shattered in him. I felt as much- Rage. Betrayal. Then, Liberation. He looked up into the sky with a sneer and hands outstretched. “This what you wanted, asshole? I do everything right and you still put me here? How much time did I waste in those stupid lectures? How many people did we turn down?” I immediately felt the pieces of this new Parker worm into my psyche. “Fine”. He said with a broken satisfaction.

Like a root, he spread throughout me. Bonding each of us tighter and tighter. This time, I felt a natural cockiness exude from Parker, and by extension me. It felt wrong, coming from Parker. At the same time, a part of me felt like this truly was Parker. This time, the disillusioned man continued fondling himself on his own volition. He brought me into the fold, guiding my movements. “Bro…” . I felt mind mind dull in euphoria. “Bro….”. It rolled off our tongue lazily. Something about it just felt natural. “Parker, if you don’t stop… we’ll”. His mouth opened in a wide smile as he gave both pecs a squeeze. “I know. Enjoy the ride bro”. All at once the pieces of Parker rooted into brimmed with energy. “Fuck it, right? You should be thanking me for this… My body is my temple… and I’m letting you live in it. Thanking me is the least you could do.” Searing pain hit us both. Despite all this, he retained a crazed expression as he kept defiling his own soul. Bit after bit, I felt him kneed soul into mine. Though terrified, I couldn’t help but soften. This was truly a side of Parker I had never seen. Here he was, tainting himself- tainting us both- locking us to eternal damnation. Into one being. And he laughed while doing it. I could feel it in his depths. A raw aggression. A depraved, sexual hunger in him. One that swallowed me infinitesimally. One that strung me up inside him, fed me pieces of himself. Fed me too much of himself. Fed me to him. My head was spinning as the lines between us blurred even further. This new Parker coursed through me as he guided me to finish the job. Let’s sin in this temple together. The last, innocent piece of the original Parker spurted out of our soul in a torrent of spectral cum. We could see the weightlessness of it. We watched as it floated up to the dark sky. This remnant of the original Parker-the original me, would be mine. I drew the land into me, felt empowered by the flames as I jetted up. In unbelievable pace we ascended back to the living world. 

- - -

Final bits of soul continued to ascend but with a swift, dark grip, we grabbed it and jammed it into our body’s chest. I watched my meat shudder at the feeling. It breathed into life, but remained unconscious. Our soul now brimming black, I caressed my perfected form in satisfaction. We were Parker. And we needed every bit of ourselves to be whole. On that note, I jammed our dick right into the Parker Meat body’s chest and watched as it shuddered. Caressing the face now wholly mine, I jammed our dick in again and again, reveling in the body’s shaking. I watched it claw into the floor, legs kicking and flaying in some automatic attempt to keep its own soul out. I only continued with faster and faster pace, grunting in his manly tone until finally-release. The invisible barrier around flesh punctured and I willed my spirit to pump bit after bit of myself into the small orifice. The Parker body only made gurgling noises as I streamed inside. Once all of me was finally home, I felt my flesh begin to enclose me and laughed as I felt the barrier reforge- only with me inside it this time. I made quick work of the last piece of the original Parker’s soul. Staining it black and integrating it into myself.

Tears now flowed freely down Parker’s flush cheeks. His hands caressed his thick biceps in gratification. We were finally complete.  

I moaned as I felt myself overcome a familiar sensation that my old body often experienced. However, this sensation was entirely foreign to this Parker-flavored bod. Electricity coursed inside me, and moans turned into screams as shook back and forth in a downright religious experience. My back arched in violent delight and I felt the lights go out from my new pale, blue eyes. Parker’s first cum- our first cum together- absolute pleasure. My jaw slacked and drool began to escape as I was still reeling from the sensation.

Mess. I sat there panting for a second, chest and stomach soaked and coated in our liberation. I scooped a bit of the white and stared at it in my hand, watching this body’s own seed violently shudder and contort unnaturally before phasing into a dark mist. In demented glee, I felt the mist like an extension of myself and began feeding it into the rest of the untouched cum still outlining my abs. I licked my lips in savage pleasure as I watched as the rest of it slowly turn dark and soon felt it also under my control. Exquisite. I sent the small package of myself into the air, flying towards one of my teammates. Just a small piece to convince him to submit himself to Parker’s temple.

I couldn’t wait to show the town our new self. We are Parker. And all are welcome to worship at this temple. “Let us pray”.

- - -

Now, have you accepted Parker as your personal lord and savior?

[internetstuds]

Giancarlo Baglioni

[max-the-many]

That time we had a very special encounter on a walk.

His dog didn't even bother when Jamie took his guy into the bushes. Even when Jamie gave him the shot before the dog just seemed a bit confused.

But now, I guess, we don't just have a new look.

Sorry for the cheesy edit, though. We tried to match his usual posts...

[max-the-many]

Think I take him for tonight. I gathered quite some good ones since I'm in this town.

It's always so nice to shuffle through them. He is definately the biggest of the bunch, having turned him at the beach the second day, already sporting some nice, sporty youngster.

I didn't even meet this guys buddies yet after having just a quick chat at the beach wjen I jumped in. He surely has some good gym-friends. You know, to stir up things a bit. And it doesn'thurt to get another buff one to add to the stash.

Tonight though, is club night...

[celebtf]

François' Gym Routine

The gym was nearly empty when Alex spotted his idol walking in. François looked exactly like he did in Heated Riverly...tall, lean, dark-haired, with that confident stride. The fan’s heart pounded as he watched François head straight for the free weights.

François grabbed a heavy barbell and started curling. With each rep, something strange happened. His skin took on a strange sheen, his muscles flattening, his body shrinking. By the tenth curl his arms had thinned into sleeves, his torso compressed into smooth white fabric. Another rep and his head disappeared completely, leaving only a crisp white compression shirt draped over the bench.

Alex stared, stunned, then stepped forward. He picked up the same barbell. The first lift sent heat through his chest. His shoulders broadened. His face shifted, cheekbones sharpening, stubble darkening his jaw. With every rep the change accelerated—his hair lengthened and darkened, his voice dropped an octave, his body filled out exactly like François’s. By the final set he was no longer himself; he was François Arnaud, standing shirtless in the gym, the real François now reduced to a limp white compression shirt on the bench.

Grinning, the new François snatched the shirt and pulled it over his head. The fabric stretched tight across his new chest and abs. He flexed, feeling the trapped actor’s consciousness pressed against his skin.

"Look at you," he said, voice rich with mockery. "Big movie star, reduced to gym wear. You feel that? That’s my sweat soaking into you. Every rep I do, every breath I take—you’re just along for the ride now." He ran his hands over the shirt, pressing it flat against his muscles. "Bet you never thought you’d end up clinging to a fan’s body, huh?"

He struck a pose in the mirror, admiring how perfectly the shirt hugged his transformed physique. "You’re mine now, François. My favorite new compression shirt. And I’m going to wear you every single workout."

[alphajocklover]

Discord TFs #10

So… Just thought I'd start streaming stuff online and get a good community built for me to enjoy ya know? Drawing and gaming and all that cool streamer, right chat? Eh? Filter extension to let me be someone else on stream, and there's settings on it? Might as well make a splash for a first impression so I ticked the Jock and Biker options and let the camera roll..

"Sup Chat! Welcome to the Alpha Zone! Today I'm gonna be showing you guys how to get bitches and twinks weak in the knees with only your body and your badass self~"

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Heya. So I've been with a friend today and we made up a bet: depending on who won the world cup today, we would transform into someone of that Nationality. I was rooting for Argentina and when if they lost i would become a spaniard. My friend pinned me down on the floor and forced me to drink a mysterious liquid, am I going to be ok?… and why does he look so hot all of a sudden?

It turns out, your friend was far more invested in that bet than he ever admitted. You're a Spaniard alright (Congrats to Spain for the win!) But you're also gay, slutty, and completely in love with your former best friend. If it helps, your friend was probably going to make you drink the potion no matter what. but hey, at least you got some muscles and a boyfriend out of the deal

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My bf and I got invited to a "special party" as the very cute guy who invited us said in a town called Maxford for whatever reason it is but we love partying so whatever. Anyways, I normally take a while to get prepared so my bf went before me to see what it has to offer but its been a while since he responded, Im sure he is just having some fun waiting for me.

You groaned as you looked at your phone. Another weird, douchey text from some dumb jock whose number had somehow gotten mixed up with your boyfriends. You had to wonder if someone at the party had taken his phone and was sending this stuff as a prank. You just hoped your boyfriend was ok, since he had a habit of getting a little too drunk at these things. Hopefully he-

-was already chatting up some primo pussy. Your bro might be a sloppy drunk who was blowing up your phone, but goddamn he was a good wingman. By the end of the night, both of you were gonna have bitches riding your cocks, you just knew it.

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I got bored one day and saw a big alpha male dude bullying some hairy overweight dude. I decided to “mind my own business” by walking past by and swipe data cards from both men. Inserting both card in my phone, I decided to take all the bully size, muscle and masculinity and compressed into a file then send to the other guy. It’s fun seeing the “alpha” completely confused as his clothes fall off and he the same height as the man he bully. Now the real fun begins when I unzip the file into the hairy overweight dude.

I have literally no idea how you were able to use these guys phones to literally hack their reality, but I have to admit, I love seeing some muscle stealing justice out there. I bet that formerly overweight guy is going to be very grateful~

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You made me a good dad one time so I’m wondering what I would be like as a douchey dead beat dad instead.

You actually want to be a bad dad? I know variety is the spice of life, but I feel kind of bad for the kids involved. Guess I can always turn you back later, or give them a different dad. So, let’s get into this!

Welcome to the new you. You’re beefy, crude, and a total douchebag. The kind of guy who will give a girl the most amazing, sex filled night of her life, and the kick her out in the morning. It’s honestly a shock you’ve only managed to knock up three girls, but I guess the number doesn’t matter since you’re not in their lives anyways. After all, why would you wanna be a dad when you can be a fucking daddy?~

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My bf is transparently still hung up on his ex, and it's hard to blame them. I'm a skinny mid-30s blonde guy and they are both outgoing in-shape hunks… were it not that one is Latino and the other Asian you'd easily believe they are brothers. Hell I'd be hung up on my ex if he looked like either of them. Still, it sucks to be me in all this. Can you help me out?

So, the bad news is that your boyfriend did get back together with his ex. The good news is that so did you. Your new muscles and cock make you so horny your boyfriend can’t handle it all on your own, so now you’re all in a polycule. Have fun having the body of a god and two boyfriends who you love beyond belief!

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Hey guys! Hope you like another round of short discord tfs! I've had a lot of fun writing them, and they're great for staying in practice when I'm too busy for a longer story. Speaking of which, I'm going to have a pretty busy few weeks coming up, so don't be alarmed if I become less active. Keep an eye out for upcoming stories, and have fun!

[mjc88blr]

“Okay Dad I finished mowing the lawn and cleaning out the shed can I go inside now Eric wanted me to logon and play some video games with him” I glared at my son through my sunglasses “No Jason what part of this punishment don’t you understand you don’t get to crash the car and still hangout with your friends. Go put some more sunscreen on. I don't need you giving my body skin cancer and then get the ladder and start cleaning out the gutters. You’re lucky I’m only thinking of having this last another week now get going!”

Ted had been at his wits end with his twenty one year old son Jason who spent most of his days not looking for a job but working out, drinking and partying. Then a couple of days ago he took Ted’s car and rear-ended another car because he’d been texting. All of the yelling and ranting never seemed to get through to him and he was out of ideas until his friend Rick had told him about these new infinity rings that allowed two people to switch bodies. It had really improved Rick and his stepson’s bond. Being a major cheapskate, Ted went to a pawn shop on the sketchy side of town to buy a pair at a huge discount. What Ted didn’t know is that used rings were only supposed to be sold in store or the previous wearers sexual desires could be transferred if used again without being correctly restored to factory defaults. Ted’s ring had previously been used by a body builder who was so in love with himself he paid other guys to switch with him so he could worship his own body. Maybe Ted should have known something was off when the first night of the swap he stood in front of the mirror flexing for two hours he never suspected that the ring had caused him to fall in love with his new body.

Ted took the opportunity of Jason going to the garage for the ladder to reapply his sunscreen to his new body, his fingers tracing along the ridge of each ab muscle and spending extra time rubbing each of his pecs a body this hot deserved attention all the time he thought to himself never once thinking how wrong it was that his own son's body appealed to him so much he’d already decided after the first night he was never giving it back. His dick began to grow in his shorts and he lifted up the waistband at his new dick which even though it was a little smaller than his old one thanks to the ring it was perfect in every way. He traced his finger along the vein that ran along the length of it, smiling and tossing his head back at the sight of his dick and balls that he now loved so much. Ted had hoped to make it longer in the day before he had to run up to his bedroom like he had to multiple times a day now and blow off some steam. Fully naked he placed himself on his knees so he could fit his whole body in the full length bedroom mirror and snapped a few pictures for his various dating apps looking to set up multiple men . Then he turned his attention back to the mirror adjusting his position by scooting forward and raising his legs in the air his entire reason for living now laid out before him from his beautiful face to perfect pecs down to his chiseled abs his hands roamed until they reached his plump new ass which he now gazed at in the mirror. The view drove his new dick to its full length and he began to stroke it while spanking his rear and remembering back to yesterday when he took so many photos of it his phone ran out of storage. Spreading his ass cheeks revealed a tight pink entrance he believed had probably never been explored was enough to throw him over the edge as he blew a load for the second time today. His mirror now coated in another layer he breathed heavily further appreciating the sheer power and youth his new body possessed. Just then his phone began to vibrate his various posts attracting several messages for hookups he messaged back to everyone of them. He sprung up from the floor doing a handstand and landing back on his feet and crammed his lower half into only some jeans adjusting his already stiff dick. He thought about putting on a shirt but just smirked and flexed his abs thinking it would only get in the way of whichever dude was about to worship his body in a few minutes. He ran to Jason’s motorcycle yelling he’d be at the gym and not waiting for a response as he drove away memories of a twink running his tongue up and down his body and moaning about how perfect his body was while he fucked him last night replayed in his mind. He had to remind himself to look at the road and not in his mirrors at his own body as he raced down the road.

What Jason’s father didn’t know is that his swapping ring from the pawn shop wasn’t the only one that hadn’t been reset. Jason watched his father ride away on his motorcycle he sure loved going to the gym he thought as he rushed down the ladder and into the house. It turns out the previous owner of Jason’s ring had been a gay exhibitionist who loved showing off to strangers online or really anywhere as Jason had discovered the first time he went to the grocery store and got the uncontrollable urge to pull down his shorts in the aisle. Instead of risking another incident at the store he gained a following doing live shows online. He ran into his room and fired up his camera, draping his body in his bed sheets and welcoming all his fans and showing off his sweaty body and hairy pits explaining how he had just got done doing chores around the house. He then turned around and began groping his ass and exploring his tight asshole making sure to be extremely vocal with moans that rivaled his previous girlfriend as that always made the chat light up with hearts and fire emojis.He loved the messages he got when exploring his now much older body like:

“Damn how does such a slut have the tightest hole I’ve ever seen” or “God his moaning makes me so horny”

Knowing his dad would be working out for a few hours was exactly what he wanted to hear. Jason’s phone pinged a message from his dad “ Hanging out at Rick's house don’t wait up and clean the entire downstairs it better be spotless when I get home” Jason moaned again his deep voice reverberating around the upstairs hallway and reached for his dick already hard as stone. Looks like he would be able to stay online all night he flung his head back smiling to himself as he accelerated his pace on his glistening shaft much larger and more sensitive than his old one which was already a respectable and hefty six inches. He began to pant, whimper and squirming making sure to thank all the tippers between his gasps for breath and the sound of his hefty balls smacking against his thighs. Jesus he was close he was seeing stars in his eyes and drool was escaping his mouth when he finally felt his balls churn and erupted with such force his face and even the wall behind him got covered. The viewer count and comments kept going up , it was his most viewed stream ever! He made sure to look directly into the camera and smile, wiping the white substance from his beard and sampling it, his tongue greedily cleaning each finger. He laid there panting a new layer of sweat covering his chest and stomach when the doorbell rang “UPS!” he heard yelled by the driver and he sprang up from the bed and said to his fans watching “ Yes! They're here! Stay tuned bros your not going to want to miss this”. He ordered these last night rush shipping. He bent down and opened the box. Various dildos of all shapes and sizes greeted him and made his knees shake a little. His fingers weren’t cutting it anymore; his new impossibly tight hole demanded more attention. He waved at the delivery driver who waved back before doing a double take in his mirror at the man standing naked on his porch with a hardon and something dripping from his chin before he quickly drove off in disbelief.

Soon enough the rings lay forgotten in a drawer somewhere neither man cared to ever switch back. Jason moved out and he made more than enough money working for every major porn studio. Nothing gave him more joy than knowing his hefty dick and balls were accessible to millions to watch on demand. Ted put his newfound love for his new body to work and became a male model. The only thing that loved his new body more than him was the camera. They both couldn’t be happier with how things went after they switched, never knowing Ted’s frugal nature had changed them forever.

[alimpbanana]

Connecting with my Son (2)

(https://x.com/Maximus7871/status/1972699471910674648)

Around 2 am last night, I suddenly felt the urge to get a drink of water. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake up my wife and made my way to the kitchen silently. But as I was heading back, I noticed the light in my son's room was still on. 

I was planning to barge in and tell him off for staying up so late, but then I noticed that inside his room was myself??? Or what seems to be myself aggressively pumping his cock with a fleshlight. 

I can't believe my eyes as I watch the scene before me. The doppelganger is kneeling on a towel, loudly masturbating to a gay porno on my son's desktop. Around him is many spent condoms filled with what could only be presumably my cum.

Then the most surprising sentence comes out of "my" mouth.

"Mmmmm fuckkkk Dad, your body is just too good."

Wait... Dad?

Then a realization dawns upon me. My son must be a shapeshifter just like his father. I didn't even consider the possibility that my power could be hereditary! Just how long has he been able to do this?

My son and I have really never been close. I may be able to become anyone I wish, but that doesn't mean that I'm able to understand them. Little did I know that he was going through the same thing as his old man did so many years ago. Maybe it's time for some father-son bonding.

I take another look at the 40-year-old man fapping with the pocket pussy. I suppose it's about that age when he gets that urge. I feel something akin to pride? for my son. Y'know, maybe he can use some advice from his old man around this time. Like, for one, not assuming that just because it's late at night doesn't mean that nobody's awake. 

I sneak back to the bedroom so as not to interrupt his "fun." I guess I can overlook him staying up late for now...

[celebtf]

REDUCED TO YOUR UNDERWEAR

Zac finished his shift at the front desk, heart pounding as the text from his friends confirmed everything had gone according to plan. He grabbed the keycard and headed upstairs, slipping into the suite where Connor Storrie sat bound to a chair, eyes wide with confusion and fury.

One of the " Members " of Connor's team , actually Zac’s friend handed him the leather-bound book. Zac opened it, found the page, and began reciting the ancient words. Connor’s body convulsed, shrinking rapidly until he was nothing but a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs crumpled on the floor. At the same moment, Zac’s frame stretched upward, muscles swelling, skin stretching over new bulk. His black hair lightened to Connor’s signature curly blond, and intricate tattoos bloomed across his left leg. When the transformation finished, Zac stood as the exact duplicate of the famous actor...tall, jacked, and inked.

He picked up the briefs that now contained the real Connor, brought them to his face, and dragged his tongue slowly across the soft cotton, tasting the faint salt of the actor’s skin. He sniffed deeply, inhaling Connor’s scent, then stepped into the briefs and pulled them up. The fabric molded perfectly to his new cock, the trapped actor pressed tight against his shaft. Zac gave his bulge a firm squeeze, feeling the warmth and resistance of the living underwear.

"Look at you, big shot," he mocked, palming himself through the briefs. "Reduced to my cock sock." He stroked slowly, grinding his palm over the trapped form until the fabric grew damp with precum.

Zac dressed in Connor’s tailored suit for the premiere, the tight briefs still containing the real actor. As he walked the red carpet, flashes popping around him, he kept one hand in his pocket, subtly rubbing and teasing his cock. The friction built quickly. He came hard, flooding the briefs with thick ropes of cum that soaked through the cotton and began to trickle down his thigh inside the suit pants. The warm mess clung to his skin, running in sticky rivulets while photographers captured his confident smile.

Throughout the night he continued to mock the trapped actor, whispering under his breath between interviews. "You’re just my cum rag now, Connor. Feel that load soaking into you? That’s what you are. My personal underwear, dripping with my seed while I live your life."

By the time the after-party wound down, the cum had cooled and dried against his leg, a constant reminder of his complete domination over the real Connor Storrie.

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Don't forget that I'm open for requests on who to write about next. So if you have somebody you want me to write a story about, Don't be shy and send a name.

[oliverorsomething]

Stop Staring, Perv

What the hell!? I look like a fucking twink!

I spotted this shy man at the beach with the biggest ass I’d ever seen. When he caught me staring, he said he’d teach me a lesson- I thought he was kidding, but by the looks of it, he kept his word. Now I have his gigantic ass! It’s so big and… so sensitive too. I can’t stop playing with it.

[oliverorsomething]

This Damn Hog

This college guy with daddy’s money had been hogging the pec fly at the gym for almost an hour. I’m gonna take him for a spin around campus. I’m sure there’s someone who’s gonna wanna tap this ass. Let’s see if he keeps being a such a dick when I turn him into the school slut.

[blufur1]

Damn he is fine. #lycra 

[max-the-many]

I was on a simple walk, taking some fotos when this jogger sparked my fancy and I knew, I would let him pass that easy.

“Ehm, he! Sorry, can I ask you something?”

To get him somewhere to be turned wouldn’t be easy, but I certainly was up for a challenge…

[2xskin]

Keeping Up Appearances

by nonotnolan

“I’m ready to switch back whenever you are,” I said, looking up from my spot on the couch.  My scrawny body had just come back from class, and I could only assume that Dylan was ready to get out of it.  “I passed your Physics Midterm with flying colors, and as an added bonus, you had a pop quiz in Trigonometry that I aced for you.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.  “Peter, once again, I’m in your debt.  This is, what, the fifth test you’ve passed for me?  Anyway, let’s switch back.”  

He gestured over to the now-familiar body swap device in the closet.  We both slipped on the device’s headbands, and I closed my eyes as Dylan started up the machine.  It had a tendency to swap without warning, and the sudden change in vision was very jarring.  I stood there, waiting, listening to the various clicks and thumps of the machine.  Nothing.  Then several thumping sounds.  I cautiously opened one eye, only to see my body angrily pounding the device.

“It’s not working!” Dylan yelled.  “Why isn’t it working?”  He spun around on his heels, staring me down before I could even react.  “You!  What did you do to the machine?  You’re trying to steal my body, aren’t you?”

I felt myself panicking, despite being in the taller and stronger body.  “Dylan, I swear, whatever is happening, I didn’t do it.  I swear!  If I was gonna steal your body, I would have done it ages ago!  This is… some sort of malfunction or something!”

“I… shit, you’re right…” he paused, stroking his chin.  “I just… I have no idea what’s wrong with this damn thing.  And now we’re stuck like this.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” I said, trying to steady my excitement.  This was Dylan’s body, not mine.  It wouldn’t be right to steal it.  “We can… we can just stay home this weekend.  Until we fix the machine.”

“Yeah, I… shit, no you can’t!  I finally got invited to one of the football team’s keggers!  Do you know how unheard of that is for a second string?  I can’t not be there!  I… you’re gonna have to go to that party for me, Peter.”

I could not believe my luck.  “Dylan, are you serious?  I can’t… Dylan, those parties are swarming with sorority girls!  What happens if someone wants to have sex with me?”

He paused, reached into his sock drawer, and tossed me several condoms.  “No glove, no love,” he said.

“Are you serious!?  I… Dylan, you want me to get laid?  In your body?”

He placed a hand on my shoulder.  “Look, I know this is weird as hell.  But… I have a reputation to maintain.  If someone wants to have sex with the D-man, I’ve got to be a stud.  Besides, I… trust you, okay?  You’ve been in my body so many times, and you haven’t betrayed my trust at all.  You’ve earned it.  Get drunk, get laid, and have a good time.  Really.”

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I watched my former body head out the door, eager to attend his first party.  Peter had no idea that I was the reason the body swap machine no longer worked.  A few more convincing acts, and I think I can convince him to keep my body for good.

I’ll miss those muscles, that’s for sure.  But I won’t miss my ugly face, and I sure as hell won’t miss my conservative, overbearing parents.  There was no way they would have let me major in anything other than Finance or Business, and if they found out I was gay, they would flat-out disown me.  Nah, Peter will be a much better son for them.  Meanwhile, I’ve met Peter’s parents before, and I doubt they’ll care that their son suddenly comes out as gay and decides to major in Theatre.  Hell, they might actually support me.

I quickly changed clothes, and took a quick picture of Peter’s body.  He’s actually quite the sexy otter– he just doesn’t have enough self-confidence to realize it.  I smile, and save the photo to my phone.  This will make a great Grindr profile pic.  In the meantime, tonight should be a good night to check out the local gay bars.  My new life as Peter is going to be great!