#bodybuilder tf

[transformation4life]

China Expo

Jacob entered the Expo Hall from the connecting Hallway of the Hotel he was staying at. The biggest convention celebrating Chinese Culture was happening and Jacob just had to attend. Even though Jacob is white as day, he enjoyed all the foods, traditions, and more ever since he was a kid. After showing the online ticket to the receptionist he was already dashing to the first booth

The first booth that caught Jacob's eye was one with an interesting title.

"Get Closer with Chinese Culture..." Jacob read aloud.

The booth was run by a very old man that definitely looked Chinese. Rows of steamed dumplings, each on a napkin lined the table.

"Free Treat? Don't mind if I do! Thanks Old man!"

The old man doesn't say anything, he just nods. Jacob grabs a dumpling and consumes it within seconds. It had the perfect most amazing texture and the heat made it just feel like it was warming up the entire body perfectly.

"Mmmmm that tasted amazing!" Jacob exclaimed. He wanted to grab another, but he needed to be courteous to other expo goers.

Jacob walked away, excited to see what other booths there were. Meanwhile the old man smiled as he muttered something.

"很快，他就會像我們一樣…" (Soon, he will be like us...)

Jacob looked from his left and right as he walked, seeing whatever interested him. There was many booths about chinese culture he was already aware of, so he passed on them. It took a bit but he finally saw something that was new to him.

"Basketball in China" The Booth title read. Jacob was immediately intrigued and headed on over.

"Hello young man! Would you like to learn about the history of Basketball in China?" The enthusiastic young woman behind the booth asked.

Jacob responded with a gleeful yes and the woman started to explain. Jacob learned many things as the woman spoke and each detail made him quite excited.

"And that's about everything! You looked quite happy to learn about this stuff. Are you a basketball player?"

"Oh, no not really. I'm just a big fan of chinese culture yaknow?"

"Ah I see. Well this ball here was used in a championship game in China. Personally, I think just touching the ball used in a game can make you feel like you were really there!"

"Interesting thought. Let's give it a shot then. If you don't mind."

"Of course of course. Go ahead."

Jacob walked closer to the booth and put his right hand on the top of the basketball and closed his eyes. He imagined being on the court. Dodging the opposing team, making great plays, and shooting shots with a team. They were fun thoughts. Jacob never really cared about basketball before but this was different, he thinks. While Jacob kept imagining something was happening to his clothes. Something... magical.

The material in his clothes were changing. They were becoming... looser but also perfect for absorbing sweat. Jacob's pants were shortening, the hem riding up until they became shorts at around knee length. Jacob's shirt sleeves were retracting themselves into the main short part until they were like they never existed. The collar of the shirt widened as fabric disappeared allowing for a much bigger neck hole. The shirt became a tank top. Jacob's regular shoes that he wore everywhere were patched up and the material strengthened and turned into Nike's tennis shoes. For a finishing touch, the tank top and shorts turned a white color and an orange color fading in around the rim of the top and the hems of the shorts. Jacob was now wearing a basketball uniform.

When the transformation of his clothes finished, Jacob took his hand off the ball and opened his eyes. For a second he looked confused but then went back to normal

"Actually, I dunno why I said I don't play basketball. I play it all the time! Heck there's a reason why I brought my uniform!" Jacob proceeded to explain his history with the sport. Even talking about teammates he definitely didn't play with or know 5 minutes ago.

"Anyways there's more booths I need to go to. Thanks so much for explaining this stuff to a fellow basketball fan!" Jacob waved goodbye and so did the woman.

Jacob explored more booths. Though none made him experience more changes like the basketball booth. Jacob was having the time of his life. He couldn't stop absorbing all of what the booths had to offer. The number of them felt endless. When the fun was still at its peak, at the corner of Jacob's eye he saw something that made him ecstatic.

"Bodybuilding in China and Chinese Bodybuilders" The first word was all Jacob needed to dash on over to the booth.

The man behind the booth looked pretty bulky and was well equipped to discuss bodybuilding.

"Gosh, it's so cool that this booth exists! I'm a huge fan of bodybuilding." Jacob said to the man gleefully

"Glad to hear that. So, ready to learn then?"

"Mhm! You know it!" And so the booth owner began to explore the history of bodybuilding.

Bits and pieces of what the man was saying were already known to Jacob, but a lot of it was new to him. What was also new to Jacob was his body starting to grow and bulk. As time passed and the man continued to talk, Jacob's body got bigger all at once. Little by little, Jacob was gaining muscle and height. Thick, touching thighs. Big feet. Massive popping pecs. Wide lats and traps. Biceps like mountain peaks with equally big hands. A thicker neck. A bigger dick, and a bouncy bigger noticeable behind. Jacob's basketball uniform grew with him, letting his biceps not be constrained by any sleeves. By the time the bulky man was done, Jacob had completely transformed into a man with a bodybuilder physique.

"That's about it! It's nice to see a fellow bodybuilder interested in their culture in other parts of the world"

The new beefy Jacob didn't process what the man said for a second before realizing oh he was talking about him.

"Yupppp. Being a fan of China and being a bodybuilder is an interesting combo for sure." Jacob flexes one of his biceps and bounces his pecs.

Jacob and the man talk about routines and other workout related topics, before bidding farewell with another.

"That guy really gets me..." Jacob says as he starts looking for more booths.

A couple of hours past and the expo is about to close for the night. Jacob along the way even got stopped to ask for photos due to standing out so much. Jacob only had time for one more booth. His eyes landed on....

"What Its Like Being Chinese" Jacob knew this would be a good ending topic so he jogged to the booth.

"Hey there! I'm so interested in Chinese Culture! Please tell me what its like to be Chinese" Jacob excitedly told the booth runner.

"Ah, it is nice to see someone as big as yourself so interested in your culture. As you wish. Its hard to put into words... Hmm... How about you close your eyes and I describe it to you!"

"sure thing!" Jacob closed his eyes.

"Now... imagine a bustling busy and crowded city."

Jacob imagined that very thing. His mind filled in the blanks of what looked like a city in China. Many chinese people walking by.

"What's the first you think you would notice?"

"Definitely the heat. I read its hot over there..."

"Yes... Definitely" As the man said, Jacob's skin darkened a lil' gaining a small tan.

"Next... imagine a traditional house. What do you see?"

"Mmmm... My parents making something..." "What do they look like." "They look... Asian. Chinese."

"Good Good. What features stand out to you?"

"Probably the oval shaped eyes, the thicker eyebrows, the squarer jaws, the mildly plumper lips and my dad's hair..." In sync with his thoughts, Jacob's eyes thinned and became more oval shaped and his eyebrows got thicker. Jacob's jaw became more square along with his nose flattening and his lips plumping up. Jacob's hair also restyled itself into a more trendy modern asian haircut.

"Those are the standout features yes... Now imagine your parents speaking to you. In Chinese yes?"

"Yes. Fluent Chinese."

"Do you think they'd know English?"

"No... Don't think so..."

"Imagine responding back. What language would you use?"

"Chinese..."

"Would YOU know English?"

"……不，我不懂英語。" (..... No, I don't know English.)

"正確的。想像一下你的父母呼喚你的名字。你叫什麼名字？" (Correct. Imagine your parents call your name. What is your name?)

"我的名字是…………………………郭剛。我是一名自豪的中國移民。(My name is………………………………………………. Gang Guo. I am a proud Chinese immigrant.)

"剛睜開眼睛" (Open your eyes, Gang)

Gang Guo opened his eyes. The world felt new despite knowing he was in his 30's. A further cementation of this fact was a small amount of facial hair gathering near his mouth and chin. Chinese letters also appeared on his basketball uniform and the number 24 below it.

"你感覺如何？" (How do you feel?) The man asked the now chinese bodybuilder.

"我感覺……太好了！驚人的！我感覺重生了" (I feel… Great! Amazing! I feel reborn!) Gang spoke in triumph. He even got the urge to bounce his pecs.

"我很高興。很高興再次見到你，岡。" (I'm glad. It's so good to see you again, Gang.)

"同樣地。不過我該走了。世博會即將閉幕，我有一場比賽要參加。" (Likewise. I should get going though. The expo is about to close and I have a game to attend.)

The two chinese men bowed to each other and Gang exited the convention hall where he entered a very nice Subaru car. Gang drove his way to the nearby basketball court and parked it. There, Gang was met with a huge as hell crowd, ready to watch him specifically play some ball. Gang walked into the court, smirking. He was known for his basketball skills and he was gonna show off.

Gang's opponent was a rather well toned man. The size didn't matter though. He knew he was gonna dominate. Once Gang got the ball he bounced it all the way to the hoop. The thinner man didn't have a chance as he shot his shot, the ball perfectly landing in.

The crowd cheered as Gang raised his arms for another flex. The rest of the match was a curb stomp, but everyone involved had a good time. Gang thanked everyone for coming and headed back to the hotel where he was staying via another car drive. It didn't take too long before he was back in his own hotel room.

Gang didn't rest though. He opened up his suitcase and grabbed one thing only. A shiny light blue poser. Gang set the poser aside on the couch and then stripped himself of all his clothes letting his big dick dangle out. Said dick was sealed up when Gang slid the poser on. Gang had a competition soon and he needed to practice poses if he wanted to win first place. So, Gang retrieved his phone from his shorts pocket and set it up on the couch. Gang pressed record on his phone's camera app and started to practice his posing routine.

Once Gang was done practicing he went back to his phone and stopped the recording before playing it back. Safe to say, Gang was quite satisfied with what he was reviewing. Now it was actually time to sleep. Gang took his poser clean off and hopped into bed. Sleeping naked was his preferred way to rest. Tomorrow was gonna be a nice day at the gym... Once morning hit, Gang's alarm on his phone went off and Gang sprang into action to get ready for the gym. After the morning routine he was in his car in a flash and headed to his favorite gym in the area. Today was a gym day like no other. A good pump all around. Good chest. good abs. Good everything. Gang was proud of his Chinese heritage and his physique and his hobbies. He smiled as Gang grabbed one of his pecs and give it a good jingle. This was the life to have. A life as a Chinese bodybuilder.

[ai-ultram0th]

The original prompt wouldn't let me delve into it, but the new jock-to-bodybuilder is wondering what he's going to do now because the transformation made him painfully horny... all the time.

[superheavyftms]

Superheavy Shots: Karmic Muscle

"Omigod, like, this is literally going to do amazing on Instagram," Jess squealed, her voice sounding absurdly high-pitched, coming from the barrel-chested, vascular frame of the man in the mirror. She was inhabiting the 'smaller' of the two—though 'small' was a joke. Jess was currently a mass of peaked biceps, cannonball delts, and quads so thick they threatened to split the seams of her light blue shorts. She was wearing a tan baseball cap backwards, her pecs so beefy they looked like they were trying to escape through the skin of her white stringer tank top. She tapped at the iPhone screen with thick, calloused thumbs, hitting 'Upload' on a series of photos and a reel of her and Stacey—or rather, the two massive slabs of man meat they were currently inhabiting—flexing their veiny bodybuilder bodies and making out passionately in the squat rack.

Behind her, Stacey—housed in a literal titan of a man—shifted uncomfortably. Her body was a head taller and significantly wider. A towering mass-monster wearing a grey cap and tight grey T-shirt that looked like it was about to burst at the seams—housing thick traps that reached his ears and a chest that looked like two slabs of granite. Her vibrant magenta shorts showcased quads the size of tree trunks. "J-Jess... are you s-sure about this? It feels so... w-wrong," Stacey stammered. The deep, rumbling bass of the man’s voice vibrated through her new chest, making her jump.

The irony was delicious. To any observer, they were two peak-performance specimens—Caleb, a vascular masterpiece of definition, and Logan, a mass-monster of pure, unadulterated bulk. But inside, they were just two college girls seeking magical retribution.

"Stace, totally chill out!" Jess rolled her eyes, the movement looking comical on the rugged, bearded face of the man she was riding. "We are doing this for Kenny. Remember? These two losers nearly put our best friend in the hospital just because he’s cute and gay. This is, like, cosmic justice or whatever. Once this hits their feeds, everyone will think these two bullies have been closeted gym bros this whole time. It’s perfect."

Jess admired the pump in her new thick arms. A few days ago, their best friend Kenny had shown up at their dorm, face purpled and ribs cracked. He told them how Caleb and Logan, the gym’s self-appointed kings of "masculinity," had caught him coming out of the shower and decided to teach him a lesson for "invading their space”. Jess, whose grandmother was a high priestess in a backwoods coven and whose father was a warlock of some renown, hadn't hesitated. She’d spent the night drawing sigils in salt on their dorm floor while Stacey watched, terrified. The ritual had been intense—a violent ripping sensation as their souls were pulled into the astral plane and slammed into the unsuspecting bodies of the two meatheads as they slept.

"It’s still so w-weird," Stacey whispered, her massive hands—each the size of a dinner plate—fidgeting with the hem of her shorts, feeling the big fat bulge encased in it—the one she now owns. "I feel so... heavy. And s-stiff."

"Ugh, I know, right? But like, look at this!" Jess struck a front double-bicep pose. The peak on the arms was insane. The man’s biceps flexed into hard, veiny knots. "It feels amazing to be this strong, I feel like I could punch through a wall. I’m literally a god made of beef." She watched herself with Caleb’s face in the mirror, transfixed by the ripples of muscle.

Stacey reluctantly followed suit, raising her colossal tree-trunk arms. As she flexed, the room seemed to get smaller. The shirt sleeves rode up, revealing shoulders that looked like giant grapefruit. "I-I guess it is k-kind of cool," she admitted, her face heating up. The sheer scale of Logan's frame was terrifying.

Suddenly, Jess winced and reached back to gingerly touch the seat of her light blue shorts. "Ugh, totally sore, though. My asshole is literally screaming after what happened last night. You were like, way too much to handle in that body, babe."

Stacey’s face—Logan’s rugged goateed face—went a shade of beet-red that matched her shorts. "J-Jess! I told you! I couldn't h-help it! The body... it just... it took over!"

To pull off the ruin of Caleb and Logan, Jess had insisted they "immerse" themselves—letting the host’s memories and base instincts bleed into their own souls to act the part. It was also the only way to get the passcodes to the men's social media and find out their routines. But the first time they tried it back at Logan’s apartment, the results were explosive. The moment they let their "Alpha Bro" energy in, the testosterone had hit them like a freight train. The girls' personalities had been swamped by the raw, primal urges of the hosts.

Stacey, in Logan’s massive, dominant frame, had completely lost herself. She had pinned Jess (as Caleb) against the bedroom wall, her new instincts screaming for dominance. She had forced Jess to worship his hulking muscles, making her suck his mammoth of a dick before absolutely pounding Jess’s brains out for hours. In the heat of it, Stacey had been talking the foulest trash, calling Jess a "dumbass little bitch" while she rearranged her insides.

"It was a total mistake letting you be the big one," Jess giggled, leaning back against Stacey’s thick chest. "But like, it was also kind of a vibe to have you take charge for once. Even if I did lose like, half my IQ. Caleb is literally as dumb as a brick, Stace. My brain felt like it was melting into a puddle of protein shake."

Stacey looked down at her massive hands, her heart—Logan’s heart—thudding like a drum. "He... he’s so mean, Jess. The things he thinks about people... it’s gross."

"Which is why we’re finishing this," Jess said, her face hardening. "We only have, like, until the next morning before the spell snaps us back. We’re going to a gay bar. The roughest, most crowded one in the city. We’re gonna go in there, act like total boyfriends, and make sure everyone—and I mean everyone—sees these two 'straight' legends being the biggest gay couple in the building. Their reputations will be toast."

Jess teased Stacey, poking a finger into one of her beefy, rock-hard pecs. "And don't lie, Stace. You totally loved being the one in charge. You're gonna love all those daddies at the bar wanting a piece of this mass. Look, I can already see you’re getting a 'problem' in those shorts. Don't act like you aren't gonna love it, big boy."

Stacey looked down, mortified to see an unmistakable tent straining against the magenta fabric. Logan’s body was already reacting to the memory of the night before, but now his big python had gotten even harder at the thought of what Jess had proposed. "W-we should just... g-get it over with," she croaked.

"Right. You have to take the lead, Stace. I'm gonna go 'full dumb' again so I don't accidentally say something smart and ruin the cover. You’re the boss."

Stacey nodded solemnly. She knew the plan. They had to be convincing.

They both closed their eyes, breathing deep. Jess focused on the void in Caleb’s mind, letting his vapid, meat-headed personality wash over her. Stacey focused on the burning, arrogant heat in Logan’s chest.

Jess felt her posture slump. Her mouth hung open slightly, a vacant, happy-go-lucky grin spreading across her bearded face. The world became simpler: muscles, heavy things, food, and the big guy standing next to her.

Stacey felt her spine straighten. Her shoulders broadened, her chest puffing out with an aggressive, territorial pride. The meekness vanished, replaced by a cold, arrogant sneer. Her brow furrowed into a permanent look of disdain for everyone around her.

When they opened their eyes, Jess and Stacey were gone. There were only Caleb and Logan.

"Whoa, dude," Caleb muttered, admiring his own reflection. His voice dropping into a thick, slurred drawl. He flexed his arm, watching the veins pop. "Look at my pump, bro. I’m like, huge right now. Look at these gains." He started snapping more selfies, giggling to himself.

Logan reached out and smacked Caleb across the back of his head with a hand like a sledgehammer. "Shut up, you fucking dumbass! We got shit to do. Stop staring at yourself like a little bitch."

"Ow, bro! You’re so strong, man," Caleb laughed, rubbing his head and looking at Logan with puppy-dog eyes. "You’re like, the smartest guy I know, Logan. For real."

"No shit," Logan sneered, a cruel smirk touching his lips. "Now, send all that crap to that kid... what was his name? Kenny? Give him a little 'get well soon' gift from his favorite gym buddies. Let that little shit see what real men look like when they’re getting down. He’ll get a kick out of it."

Caleb obediently tapped the screen, sending the files. "Done, bro. He's gonna be so stoked to see how much we love each other's gains. I even sent that one where you were, like, totally wrecking me. It's a gift, bro. A totally sexy gift. So, like, should we tell him we’re actually his girls? Or just let him think we’ve gone totally gay for each other?"

"We'll tell that kid later," Logan said, a cruel light in his eyes. "And maybe next time, we'll bring him along for the ritual. I bet that fucking fag is gonna love having a body like ours. Show that little shit what it's like to be part of the crew."

"Dude! That would be so sick!" Caleb cheered, his simple mind delighting in the idea of more action.

They stood there for a moment, Logan grabbing Caleb by the neck and pulling him into a rough, dominant flex-off. They felt each other's massive, sweating muscles, Logan intentionally letting his hands roam over Caleb's pecs and quads while other gym-goers stared in stunned silence. Before leaving, Logan grabbed Caleb by the hair and mashed their mouths together in a hard, aggressive kiss that left Caleb dazed and giggling.

"Let's go," Logan growled, wrapping a huge arm around Caleb’s waist, his fingers digging into the thick muscle. "I’m gonna find us some daddies at that stupid bar and show 'em how a real man handles his shit. And you’re gonna fucking watch, you little moron. Then I'm gonna take you home and remind you who the real daddy is."

"Yeah! Daddies!" Caleb cheered, leaning his head on Logan’s thick shoulder as they walked toward the exit. Logan reached down and shamelessly gripped the huge aching erection in his shorts, letting out a low, guttural moan that echoed through the gym.

Unbeknownst to Jess, the ritual had a side effect. By "immersing" so deeply into the men's identities to gain their memories and act the part, they were permanently re-wiring the neural pathways of their hosts. The souls of Caleb and Logan, currently floating in the ether, were being stained by the girls' actions.

The next morning, when the girls woke up back in their own soft, feminine bodies in their dorm, two gym bros woke up in an apartment across town. Caleb and Logan sat up, their hearts racing. They looked at each other, and for the first time in their lives, the sight of another man's muscles didn't inspire competition—it inspired a localized earthquake in their pants. Their homophobia had been burnt away, replaced by a ravenous, undeniable attraction to one another.

~~~~~~~~~~

A few weeks later, Kenny sat in his dorm room, his laptop glowing in the dark. He’d been through a lot, but the pics and videos Jess and Stacey had sent him—of his tormentors being "exposed"—had been the best therapy he could ask for.

He clicked a bookmark for one of his favorite premium adult sites. His eyes went wide, and a slow, triumphant smile spread across his face.

There they were: Caleb and Logan. They were currently the top-trending on the page. The video playing showed Logan—somehow looking even more massive than before—absolutely dominating Caleb in a scene titled 'Gym Bully Breakdown.'

Caleb and Logan hadn't just "come out." They had leaned into it with the same obsessive intensity they’d previously used for weightlifting. They were now one of the biggest stars in the gay adult industry, their "straightness" a distant, forgotten memory.

Kenny leaned back, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his face. He grabbed a link to the video and fired it off to Jess and Stacey with a single message: Best. Revenge. Ever. Then, he slowly unzipped his pants. If he was going to have to deal with the trauma they caused, he might as well enjoy the view of them finally putting those bodies to good use. "Thanks, girls," he whispered, reaching for himself. "This is definitely getting a five-star review."

[immortalmrwavell]

For The Sake Of Christmas

(Christmas Special)

Nick snapped a quick photo of himself in one of the many mirrors scattered around the men’s changing room moments after slinging off his tank top. He’d only just finished up a gruelling workout. Shoulders and Chest it’d been today. He could feel the sweet familiar hum of blood rushing through his aching muscles as they worked to repair and grow. A feeling he’d long since become addicted to on his bodybuilding journey. So much so that even now on the 23rd of December he refused to break his routine. Still chasing the pump no matter what. No excuses Nick told himself. That’s what made him better than all the other chumps trying desperately to become half as huge as he is.

He smirked down at the picture he’d taken. He looked massive as always. If he posted it on social media Nick already knew he’d receive a flood of comments from his flock of thirsty followers. All of them saying how much they adored and admired his physique to a degree that never failed to inflate his ego. And he couldn’t blame them. If anything he loved his own body just as much as they all did. It was probably a bit narcissistic to feel but he’d worked hard for all this. He deserved to beat his meat to his own reflection every once in a while. Who wouldn’t right?

He flicked over to Instagram and created a new post with the picture he’d just taken. He captioned it “Who wants this?” knowing full well what perfect interaction bait it’d be. Finally he copied and pasted a bunch of tags from his notes app to help with the algorithm before posting it for all to see.

Comments and likes began pouring in as they always did. By the time Nick had finished changing out of his gym clothes and into something more casual, there were already tons for him to bathe in. Of course there were the standard heart and fire emojis. Then there were gym bros complimenting him on his size and definition. Girls and gays leaving thinly veiled remarks about how sexy he was and what they wanted to do to him. And practically everything else in between. He couldn’t help grinning to himself as he scrolled through them on his way out of the gym.

After arriving home and having something to eat, Nick decided to flick through some of his DMs. Sifting through all the overly sexual remarks from faceless accounts, numerous offers from brands, and genuine messages from fans either asking for advice or simply sending him praise. He replied to some as usual but as he flicked through, there was one DM that caught his eye above all the rest. It was from… Santa Claus? That was the name on the account anyway. And the profile picture certainly matched too, showing the face of a jolly old man with a bushy white beard wearing a red and white hat.

Nick’s first reaction to let out an amused chuckle. It must’ve been a parody or roleplay account going around pretending to be Santa. Before looking at the message, Nick decided to check the account out. It had just over twenty posts, all including a fat old man in a very convincing Santa costume. Whoever was behind it all had some serious dedication with all the very well made sets he’d seemingly visited. The snow and houses all looked so genuine and realistic. It was like he was actually living in a village over at the north pole. He even had people dressing up as elves in some of his photos.

With a smirk, Nick curiously returned to his DMs to see what this account could’ve possibly sent him. Upon opening it he found that ‘Santa’ he replied directly to his most recent post. Specifically the caption.

Santa: I definitely want that! Would you mind if I took you up on that offer son?

Nick squinted at the message. He’d received much weirder messages than that before of course but he couldn’t say he was expecting from an account claiming to be Santa Claus. He couldn’t tell if it was sexual or not. Or if maybe he wanted to engage in some kind of roleplay?

Nick: Sorry my man. Can’t say I’m all that into roleplaying. But if you genuinely want to get into better shape then I’ve got a few of my training programs for sale. You’d maybe have to start wearing a fake belly to keep up that cosplay though!

Satisfied with the reply, Nick was ready to move on and reply to someone else. As soon as he clicked on another DM however, Santa sent a message back. He thought of leaving it for later but somehow he felt compelled to check it right away.

Santa: Oh my dear boy. This isn’t a roleplay. I truly am the one and only Santa Claus! Though I could understand your scepticism, I assure you that I’m just as real as my request is for your body. I’ve lived for over 1,700 years. My body has been sustained purely by the magic of Christmas for all this time but finally it’s starting to give in to old age a little. As much as I love delivering joy and presents to everyone across the globe, Christmas gets that little bit harder for me every year. So I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your body instead. It’s so much younger and stronger than my own. It’d be perfect.

Needless to say, Nick was slightly stunned by the reply. This dude was really doubling down on the roleplay. It was also clear now that his initial message about borrowing Nick's body was very much literal. It took him a moment to decide how to respond or if he was going to respond at all but eventually he started typing.

Nick: Okay look. If it’ll make you happy then sure. “You can have my body”. Now you can pretend to be me all you like. Seriously though dude, I’m not into whatever this is. Please don’t message me again if you’re just going to keep trying me on with this weird roleplay stuff.

Perhaps his response was a little harsh but also understandable given the amount of weirdos he dealt with on a daily basis. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d receive another response back but low and behold another message from Santa Claus came in just a couple minutes later.

Santa: You have no idea how grateful I am for the permission. I promise I’ll take good care of your body young man.

Nick huffed. He wasn’t going to respond this time. He’d already told the guy he wasn’t going to play along. Instead he ignored it and returned to checking through his other messages for a while before eventually putting his phone down and settling into the evening. Little did he know what was now in store for him.

After an hour or so of watching TV, Nick found himself lumbering into the bedroom with heavy footsteps before tossing off his clothes and getting ready for bed. After giving his teeth a brush and setting his alarm for tomorrow morning, he slipped his enormous muscular body underneath the covers and slowed himself to drift off to sleep.

———

Nick found himself strangely aware of the fact that he was dreaming. He wasn’t sure how but he was completely lucid. He looked around this strange dreamscape he found himself in knowing full well that it’d been contoured up by his subconscious. Around him was a mix and match of different memories all mashed together to create a space that was uniquely made up of his own experiences. Homes he’d lived, gyms he frequented, places he’d worked. All conjoined.

It was incredible. Nick had always wondered what lucid dreaming might feel like and here he was. In a world completely of his own. So naturally, as anyone would, he began to manipulate the dream by altering his surroundings, messing with the fake people in his dream and of course granting himself a couple of superpowers. That is until something odd happened.

Santa appeared. Simply standing amidst the dreamscape in that unmistakable red and white suit. Nick guessed it was his subconscious bringing the fat jolly old man here after that weird interaction he’d had. But something seemed different. Santa seemed to pay more attention to him than all the other people his mind had conjured. As if he were more aware. So when Santa began beckoning Nick to come closer, he found himself unable to resist the temptation of curiosity. After all this was his dream. What’s the worst that could happen?

Before long Nick was standing face to face with the saint. They were a similar height, allowing their eyes to meet almost dead on. And as they stared at one another Nick found himself lost for words. He was too transfixed on the older man’s eyes to speak. They weren’t like the eyes of the other dream people. They seemed real and aware. It was almost uncanny. Nick tried to think of something to say but Santa spoke before he could.

“I must thank you again for allowing me to use your body for a greater purpose.” Santa said in a deep resonant tone that was oddly soothing. “Like I said before, I promise to take good care of it.”

Those words were enough to snap Nick out of his mild trance with a small laugh. “Fucking hell. I can’t believe that weird roleplay Santa made it into my dream.” He put his hands on his hips with a grin. “Welp. How’s about you… turn into a hat for me or something.” He said, loving his all powerful will over the domain, before flicking his wrists. But nothing happened. A hat didn’t appear where Santa was standing. The old man remained.

“Ohhh you must be confused. I’m not a figment of your imagination. I’m very much real. Just the same as you.” As Santa spoke, the dreamscape around them began to shift against Nick’s will. “Your agreement, no matter how insincere, was all I needed to be able to infiltrate your body and mind. The moment you fell asleep, my body was transformed into pure magic that held my spirit. Immediately I was pulled across the globe until I found myself hovering above your hulking body. I only got to admire it for a second before I was dragged inside.” The world around them started to become unrecognisable to Nick as it melted and morphed into a winter wonderland filled with Christmas cheer and colourful lights all around.

“What the hell are you talking about?! This is my dream!” Nick shouted in confusion, trying to enforce his own will on the dreamscape again but to no avail. It was as if all the power he’d had before had been sucked right out of him.

Santa tutted and shook his head. “No. Not anymore. Now it’s my dream. You know why? Because your body belongs to me now.” He took a step closer before placing a hand on Nick’s shoulder. “And I don’t mean that in a malicious way son. This is something that needed to be done for the sake of Christmas itself.” Then without warning Santa wrapped his arms around Nick's powerful frame in a warm embrace.

Nick tried to push Santa away but it was as if all his strength had been siphoned away. It was as though his body was made of lead. All he could do was lean into the hug and allow Santa’s huge belly to press harder against his muscled stomach. He didn’t want to admit it but the hug actually felt quite good. As though this one embrace was capable of washing all his fears and doubts away. It wasn’t long before a dopey smile appeared on Nick’s face as he lost the will to resist at all. Instead he began hugging Santa back.

“There you go boy. Now you understand how important this is, don't you.” Santa pulled back briefly to give Nick a kiss on the cheek before pulling him in even harder than before. “This isn’t just about us. It’s about the whole world.” And with that something began to shift.

The line between their two bodies started to blur. As Santa continued to pull Nick tighter against his fat old frame, their spiritual forms in the dream world began to intertwine. Santa’s belly started to phase inside Nick’s body as if it were being absorbed. The older man’s arms sunk into Nick’s back while their legs drew closer. Santa’s head began to press inside Nick’s in a way that made the hunk start to groan in unforeseen pleasure. Once Santa’s belly had vanished inside Nick, their crotches began rubbing together for a moment until they started to blur together. Nick began to feel Santa’s essence flowing through his very soul. All the magic, age, wisdom and cheer filling him up. Sinking into every crevice of his mind. Before he knew it, the last of Santa’s body and costume had disappeared inside of his body leaving Nick standing alone in this new winter dreamscape.

For a moment Nick just stood slackjawd as the spirit of Santa Claus got comfortable inside of him as if Nick’s soul were nothing more than a new suit for it to wear. Then suddenly it all clicked into place. Without warning Nick couldn’t help letting out a deep groan as his clothes in the dream world began to change. He’d been wearing something plain. Just gym shorts and a shirt. But now those shorts began to extend into long baggy red slacks with suspenders that reached over his broad shoulders. All the while his shirt began to morph into a huge red and white coat that hung slightly loose even on Nick’s bulky frame. The trainers he was wearing ripped before growing into massive black boots with white fur around the rim just as a thick black belt materialised around his waist, hugging him nice and night. Then as a finishing touch a fluffy red and white Christmas hat fell directly on Nick’s head alongside a pair of glasses that tucked themselves upon his nose.

Nick began to stumble around for a second, dazed and confused as he stared down at the Santa suit. He tried to speak but the only words that came out were “Ho Ho… Ho? HO HO HO!?” He panicked as a semblance of sense returned to his mind. But it was already too late. Santa was inside of him now. Deep inside. “Ho… Ho… Ho. M-mmm… M-merry…” He tried his utmost to resist it and fight back for even the tiniest sliver of control but in the end it was no use. His lips were forced to part in a loud thunderous laugh as that cursed phased tumbled from his mouth. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!! HO HO HO!!”

And with that, the dream around him began to collapse. Everything simply fell away as Nick returned to consciousness in the real world.

———

When Nick awoke he was a long way from home. He found himself in a bedroom full to the brim with bright and cheery festive decor. His first instinct was to jump out of this unfamiliar bed and find out where the hell he was and how he’d gotten here. But his body didn’t respond. Not to him anyway. Instead he began to rise slowly in a way that he couldn’t control. Sitting up in bed with a long and deliberate stretch as a smile that wasn’t his own crept across his face. He had no control whatsoever. Like he’d been fixed into the passenger seat of his own body while someone else piloted his every move.

“Ahhhhhh… I don’t remember the last time I woke up feeling this invigorated.” His voice spoke but the words that came out weren’t his own. Nick was forced to watch as one of his hands ripped the bed sheets away to reveal his hulking body in all its glory. One hand came up to heft one of his pecs while the other glided along his abs. “Woah. No more fat to jiggle. Now that’s something.” He chuckled. Despite it being his own voice, it was like the accent behind it was different somehow. Like there was a new weight to the words he was being forced to speak.

Before long he found himself swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. Nick tried with all his might to seize some kind of control over his body but not even his fingers would obey him. It only moved to this new and foreign whim inside of him that was taking far too much pleasure in checking his body out. Flexing his arms uncontrollably. Squeezing the muscles in his legs. Groping his bubbly ass. Running his hands through the stubble that coated his face.

“Ooooo. I can’t wait to have a little fun with you.” His voice said again just as one of his hands slid over his crotch. He squeezed the outline of his cock through the tight boxer briefs before tugging on it a little. He felt the fabric of his underwear begin to tighten as blood started to rush towards his dick. The outline of his shaft grew longer and thicker. Whatever was in control of his body had him biting his lip as he pulled his waistband down just far enough the swollen tip of his cock to emerge. He grazed a thumb over it, coaxing out a single drop of precum before bringing it up to his lips and sucking his thumb clean. “But it’ll have to wait until Boxing Day. I’ve got a busy night ahead!”

The next thing Nick knew he found himself marching over towards the wardrobe at the end of the bedroom. He flung open the door and inside was an array of clothes. Some were very christmasy themed while others were a bit more ordinary. What really stood out however was the large Santa suit all the way at the back. It was identical to the one Nick had seen in his dream.

His body turned towards a mirror just off to the side before speaking again. “Wow. Now that’s a reflection I could get used to.” He hummed while spinning around to check out his body again. Only after admiring the width of his back and the handsome features that adorned his face did he stop to stare directly into his own eyes. “I know you’re still in there Nick.” The imposter said softly. “Don’t worry. It’ll feel strange for a while but eventually you’ll get used to it.”

Nick tried to speak or respond in any way that he could. To ask what the hell was happening and why. Or even just to plead for help. But he was powerless.

“I can tell you’re trying to communicate. There’s a faint pull inside my head. But whatever you’re trying to do or say, it won’t make a difference I’m afraid.” His voice spoke. “Just let me take care of you and your body Nick. You’re serving such a brilliant purpose my boy. Together we’re going to be the new Santa Claus! And all you have to do is sit back and watch.”

That’s when it all clicked. Nick couldn’t believe it’d taken him this long but the situation itself was so unbelievable that he’d struggled to comprehend it. But now it was hitting him. He didn’t understand how but… The Santa Claus had taken over his body! It was insane to even think but there was no other explanation. The mere concept caused an even greater sense of dread to crash over him.

“I know you must feel scared right now but in time you’ll come to understand that this was always your destiny. To grant me a newfound reservoir of life so that Christmas may live on for generations to come.” The body snatcher who Nick now knew was Santa said with glee. “Even your name proves it was written in the stars. You were Nick. Now you’re Saint Nicholas. And to top it all off, my magic will slow our aging to a crawl. You’ll live within me for over a thousand years!” Santa exclaimed before joyfully curling both of Nick’s massive biceps into a powerful flex.

Even if Nick could speak right now, he felt as though he’d be stunned to silence. He watched through the windows of his own eyes as his body was claimed by a man he’d believed was nothing more than fiction. No way to fight back. No way to try and resist or take back what was his. It was like he was locked inside a cage buried deep in his mind.

Santa let out a satisfied sigh. It was good to be back. Young again but still mature and stronger than ever before. That said, as much as he adored Christmas, he couldn’t wait for it to be over because as soon as his job was finished, he had a whole year ahead of him to get familiar with this new form in every way imaginable. He could finally get some use out of the gym that he’d hardly touched in decades for a start. He could inspire some of his elves to get into fitness along with him after showing off his new physique a little. Not to mention he was looking forward to spending a few nights of hot steamy passion with some male friends again after all these years.

Truth be told, there wasn’t actually a Mrs Claus. She was mainly there advertising and to give the women of the world someone to look to during Christmas as well. In honesty, Santa had always been of the male persuasion. He loved a hot hunk as much as the next helplessly gay mess. Decades back, during the first few months of the year when the present factories were shut down, Santa would go on endless escapades with other men across the world. Taking trips to countless different countries and hooking up with gays galore. Usually ones that had daddy fetishes. Some of them even asked him to dress up like Santa in a kinky way, not knowing that he was actually the real deal. Unfortunately, as he slowly got older, even that lost its luster recently as well. But now that was gonna change.

Santa was already mapping out in his head all the different places he was going to visit once Christmas was over. Thinking of all the men he was going to fuck. How many cocks he was going to suck with these pretty new lips of his. How many holes he was going to resize with this girthy new dick of his. How many loads he was gonna take up the ass. The fantasies were endless. He could hardly remember the last time he was this horny. He told himself that he wasn’t gonna blow a load until the big night was over but at this rate it was looking more and more likely he was gonna have to rub one out just to release the growing tension.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he did his cock bucked angrily against his boxer briefs but he was able to ignore its plea for attention. Instead he turned his attention back towards his suit. He grabbed the pants and suspenders first, throwing them over his shoulder before grabbing his shirt and finally pulling his iconic red and white coat off its hanger. Afterwards he swiped up his black gloves and belt before reaching down to pick up those huge black boots that’d been sitting underneath.

Santa tossed everything on the bed, looking at it all and nodding before he started getting dressed. He slipped on the shirt first before stepping into the pants and hooking them over his shoulders using the suspenders. Despite how enormous his new muscles were, the suit was still baggy on him. It used to fit his old body like a glove. He supposed that went to show just how fat he used to be if even this muscle bound form couldn’t fill out his old clothes properly. Regardless he continued. Next was the coat which he slung on with ease, digging his arms into the sleeves before rolling his shoulders a little until it felt comfortable. Next up was the belt as he wrapped it around his waist. Last time he wore it, even the loosest notch on his belt had been a little tight. Not anymore though as it pulled smaller than it had in centuries. He topped it off by tugging on a pair of socks before slipping his feet into those big heavy boots. No gloves just yet. They went on when it was time to fly. He did however grab the red hat that was sitting on his bedside table and slip it on his head. That of all things still fit perfectly.

The jolly saint marched himself back over to the mirror to see how he looked now that he was geared up. Baggy of course. He’d need to have the suit resized for next year but he could deal with it tonight. Besides that however, he looked fantastic!! He could only hope that in time, Nick would come to agree as well.

“Welp. Only a few hours now before take off.” Santa chimed after glancing at the clock. The night was fast approaching. “Suppose I might as well have a quick cig before I head out and rally those elves along.” He shrugged as he grabbed a packet of cigarettes from inside a drawer. It was a habit he’d picked up a couple facades back when smoking became popular. Luckily his magic had negated any of the negative side effects that came with it, making it harmless. As he lit up, he could only wonder how many gay dudes out there would get turned on at having a hunk like him blow a cloud of smoke in their face. He tried not to think about it too much with how eager his dick was. But it lingered with every drag he took.

Soon he told himself. Soon he’d get to have the time of his life. Living it up in this new body for centuries to come. First he just had to make it through this Christmas. After that, Santa could finally enjoy his new present.

[kozilmog]

Trainer -> PT

For months, his reflection had mocked him. Every failed supplement—ashwagandha, creatine, endless tubs of whey—was a testament to his body’s stubborn refusal to grow. He'd tried everything short of steroids, and still, he remained frustratingly unchanged.

Then came the trainer. He was an edifice of muscle and effortless charisma, a walking monument to everything the man craved. He possessed a confidence that didn't just attract people; it commanded them.

During their first session, the trainer offered him a shaker bottle, slick with condensation. "My own blend," he'd said with a wink. Inside was a gritty, chalk-white concoction labeled "True Alpha Protein." It tasted like ambition.

A few weeks was all it took. The first signs of progress ignited a voracious hunger in him. Proximity to the trainer became a drug. The scheduled sessions bled into weekends, then into frantic lunch breaks. Soon, he was calling in sick, the sterile scent of the office replaced by the holy iron-and-sweat perfume of the gym. His life outside its walls began to dissolve.

The breaking point came after a tirade from his boss about his declining hygiene and attendance. Humiliation burned in his gut as he fled to the one place he felt powerful. The trainer was waiting, gleaming with a predatory cockiness, and ran him through the most punishing session of his life.

Afterward, the trainer handed him the ritual shake. "Keep drinking these," he murmured, his voice a low promise. "And you'll be one of us, bro." Without hesitation, he downed the contents.

A sharp crack resonated not in his ears, but in his bones.

An allergic reaction? Had he been drugged? The thoughts were sluggish, wading through the molasses that now filled his mind. The gym's fluorescent lights swam as a monstrous heat bloomed in his cells. He watched, detached, as the drink remade him. His hands bloated, fingers becoming thick as sausages, calloused and hard. Hair sprouted dark and coarse across his forearms as they warped into hirsute shields. His biceps swelled, straining the very limits of his skin.

In the vast gym mirror, he saw a monster being born. His t-shirt ripped with a final shriek as a shelf of pectoral muscle tore through the cotton. A searing pain in his abdomen resolved itself into an eight-pack, each muscle a chiseled stone block pressing against the tattered fabric. The transformation crawled up his neck, his jaw hardening, his stubble erupting into a full, dense beard.

He finally understood. The trainer was right. He wasn't just building a body like his idol's; he was becoming his twin.

His old personality—the anxious, wanting man—was being scoured away, replaced by something primal, dominant, and utterly confident. A bro. He looked at the stranger in the mirror, this god of flesh, and a grin split his new face. He flexed. He postured. The old memories were already fading, like a dream upon waking.

He wasn't just a client anymore. He was a brother. And that was all he'd ever need to be. Well, that... and a personal trainer. There were always more men who wanted to become gods. --- (Sorry for a long hiatus and thank you all for following and liking! I've been watching everyday and look forwards to making more soon!)

[alphajocklover]

Video or Story idea: There's a lot of different events going on at the local convention center. I end up getting lost looking for the Comic Convention and wander into a Bodybuilding Competition...and (un)lucky for me, they have room for one more tanned, douchey, vain contestant~

Wrong Convention

[md7tf]

The Expo

They say if you want to change who you are, you have to start by surrounding yourself with the people you aspire to be.

[axel-hercules-chase]

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